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Beans the cat has found a bed on the table.
I posted a phone-photo version of this but in this one you can see the chickens.
I SAW A PORCUPINE IN REAL LIFE LOOK AT THIS!
Mostly I took this photo because of the frozen foam, center leftish
This gun is like... thirty percent bigger than you assume it would be.
A dried arrangement on the table, out of candle range.
Hear no evil, something something, see no evil? Christmas gifts.
Two birthday kids sharing a cake.
A hike on the timber-land section of the farm.
Photos from the visit to the farm, since I got thinking about photography this morning. Maybe I can get pissed-off enough to take more pictures, the more I think about how people seem to genuinely believe that photographs are just– found art. Like nobody makes choices about how to capture an image. No wonder people don’t know how to think critically about media if they don’t understand that people have to think critically in order to fucking capture it.
Sorry, i’m still fired-up over that. I’d seen that entry like a hundred times and I finally just snapped. Photography is not found art. These are not my most artistic photos, they’re just documentation of what was going on, but they all took me some thought to compose, and all of these were taken on my real camera and post-processed– cropped, realigned, resized, color-corrected, exposure-tweaked– in Lightroom.
Beans the cat has found a bed on the table.
I posted a phone-photo version of this but in this one you can see the chickens.
I SAW A PORCUPINE IN REAL LIFE LOOK AT THIS!
Mostly I took this photo because of the frozen foam, center leftish
This gun is like... thirty percent bigger than you assume it would be.
A dried arrangement on the table, out of candle range.
Hear no evil, something something, see no evil? Christmas gifts.
Two birthday kids sharing a cake.
A hike on the timber-land section of the farm.
Photos from the visit to the farm, since I got thinking about photography this morning. Maybe I can get pissed-off enough to take more pictures, the more I think about how people seem to genuinely believe that photographs are just– found art. Like nobody makes choices about how to capture an image. No wonder people don’t know how to think critically about media if they don’t understand that people have to think critically in order to fucking capture it.
Sorry, i’m still fired-up over that. I’d seen that entry like a hundred times and I finally just snapped. Photography is not found art. These are not my most artistic photos, they’re just documentation of what was going on, but they all took me some thought to compose, and all of these were taken on my real camera and post-processed– cropped, realigned, resized, color-corrected, exposure-tweaked– in Lightroom.
