Yes. My life in a shredder. I recently decided to do my own paperwork simpli – fication act. I’ve spent bits of days shredding stuff. I found it to be quite enlightening. After the first couple of cycles I happened to look into the shredded paper compartment and discovered a good picture a day subject. Now I’m starting to think that maybe I can license this picture to a mortgage company or a too big to fail bank.
Not Top Gear. Not even close. These are just a few watch gears that were left over from a time about 50 years ago when my dad thought that he wanted to study watch repair. I found them as part of a general deep cleaning and decided to photograph them for my PAD project. This picture was actually made with a Canon G11 on a cutting board with a little on-camera strobe pop to clean things up a bit.
More found art which is similar to yesterday’s post. I made this picture and the other two images in the small train terminus in Santa Fe, New Mexico. I hesitate to call it a train yard because I think it has has two tracks. Not much of a yard. This was never much of a train stop. Even in the heyday of passenger railroading when ATSF ruled the Southwest, the big named trains like the Superchief didn’t stop here. If you were going to Santa Fe, you disembarked in Lamy and took a bus into town.
At any rate, I shot this and the others mostly working with a macro lens. The original was fine. But… as always I have to experiment a little. I used curves to do the based processing and in this case, I cross processed the image. Then I darkened and sharpened it. That’s all. The slight sharpening was enough to bring out the metal stamping in the upper right center of the frame.
I thought that I should post something Christmas-like. So, here it is. Santa on the tree. A little camera shake, a little post production and there you have it. A pretty much forgettable picture. At least it’s fresh unlike a lot of the images I post here. I made this one on Christmas Eve, 2010. Oh yeah. It has a lot of red in it. Heh, heh.
There is something about doors that draws me to photograph them. Perhaps, it’s just wondering what’s behind them. Perhaps, it’s about potential and options. Or, perhaps I’m just a little criminal and I want to break in. However, since I never really want anything that isn’t mine, I’d probably break in just to see what’s inside and make pictures.
This door is located at the abandoned church on the Santo Domingo American Indian Pueblo. Tribal land. And, yes. I had permission from the tribal governor to photograph in this area.