tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44589437590219337342023-11-16T06:19:00.689+00:00Magda IndigoSharing my views on life, creativity and photographyMagda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-30825300587342369962015-07-20T19:23:00.002+00:002015-07-20T19:24:19.318+00:00SOME THOUGHTS...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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hello, Paul wrote a blog here: <a href="http://paulindigo.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/why-are-there-so-many-bad-photographers.html">http://paulindigo.blogspot.co.uk/2015/07/why-are-there-so-many-bad-photographers.html</a><br />
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It started a deluge of debate, to be expected. Some people got passionate about it , others missed the point and started about art etc...<br />
I had a good think after reading all the comments on FB.<br />
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1. The blog is NOT about whether photography ‘art’ or not!</div>
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Please read what photography all is here; <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photography">https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photography</a></div>
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2. Uploading a blurred/over-sharpened photo makes it a good photo? A photo that comes out of the camera ‘bad’… why try and salvage it by giving it a ‘textured’ layer and presenting it to the world? If you have any self-esteem will you not ONLY bring out your very best?</div>
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3. There are many good photographers who are self-taught! I know though that they put a lot of time and effort into learning about camera, light, composition and the rules of photography? I agree these can be broken… in good ways, but only if you DO know them!</div>
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4. Upon reading something like this blog, I can’t help but notice how it makes some readers aggressive and scoffing? Is it hitting a raw nerve? </div>
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5. We are simply stating some sad facts that we are confronted with daily. As to telling a few truths… we have both earned our stripes, both in the art and commercial world. And yes we both know what we are talking about. We did NOT make the rules?</div>
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6. What I notice, and it is very important? The highest ‘scorers’ are those most socially active.</div>
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7. Is it not elementary in proper photography to have at least your contrast/exposure correct, since we all agree wholeheartedly that it is ALL about the light?</div>
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8. Why ‘plastify’ the bimbos and babies or even landscapes and flowers? Why add artificial terrible flare in a still-life? Aaah the list is long, I could go on. However, it does NOT make it artistic!</div>
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9. Would you not agree, that, it is so much more enjoyable to view a well lit, well composed, well exposed photo?</div>
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10. And last but not least, knowing how sensitive some egos are, I did NOT write this with anybody in mind, so, no need to take it personal? LOL, M (*_*)</div>
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<br /><br />I was thinking the other day, apart from the ‘necessities’ for body and work, what would I not like to miss? And yes, the answer came quickly and yes, it is flowers. <br /><br />They enhance and enchant me, all my senses, whether they are outside or inside. I experience them such as a great gift, like this ‘Peace Lily’ represents so well, like a hand, a spoon, giving, feeding…<br /><br />Spathiphyllum, the Peace Lily is not a true lily.<br /><br />For many centuries flowers are known to play a significant role in human life. They have the power to make man happy and cheerful. On different occasions, individuals make use of different types of flowers to express their emotions and feelings.<br /><br />Apart from conveying emotions and feelings, flowers are also capable of influencing our moods. <br /><br />Recently studies have proved that the presence of bright multicoloured flowers can intensify feelings of contentment and can produce joyful emotions. <br /><br />Spending time in the company of flowers can affect social activities in a constructive way. <br /><br />Studies have also revealed that flowers also have healing properties. Hence, often beautiful flower arrangements are kept in hospital rooms, so as to reduce the stress and pain intensity among patients.<br /><br />Also, the Peace Lily is a beautiful plant and one that can improve your indoor air quality by as much as 60 percent. It helps to reduce the levels of mould spores that grow in the home by absorbing those spores through its leaves and them circulating them to the plant’s roots where they are used as food. <br /><br />In bathrooms, the Peace Lily can help to keep shower tiles and curtains free from mildew and the plant can absorb harmful vapours from alcohol and acetone.<br /><br />THANX, have a great day, M, (*_*)<br /><br /><br /><br />For more of my other work or if you want to PURCHASE (ONLY PLACE TO BUY MY IMAGES!), VIEW THE NEW PORTFOLIOS AND LATEST NEWS HERE on our website: <a href="http://www.indigo2photography.co.uk/">www.indigo2photography.co.uk </a><br /><br /> <br /><br />IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reservedMagda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-43076986586907051702015-01-02T15:40:00.000+00:002015-01-02T15:40:32.439+00:00 THE IMPORTANCE OF THE PORTRAIT in PHOTOGRAPHY 2015!<br />
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Jane Bown said: "A portrait is not taken but given!"<br />
The trend today, 2015 is: natural and unadulterated and authentic.<br />
The circumstances here, Flanders, the beach, me sitting and staring at the sea, this gent passes behind me, I turn, grab camera and courage, and I'm "given" the portrait... LOL<br />
The proper portrait, too often underestimated (NO, SELFIES DO NOT COUNT), yet it is the perfect recording of our history, forever changing lifestyles, the all important memories...<br />
Cameras only the tools of the trade, note I write 'cameras', no distinction, it is my firm conviction that it is the person using the tools that is responsible for the result.<br />
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Like in everything else, there’s ever changing TREND.<br />
You only have to look at the family/school/wedding portrait of 50-20 years ago!!!!!!!!<br />
A dynamic portrait like this one here, would not have been possible, everything was: in studio, set up,neatly 'all-in', best clothes, from a respectable distance.<br />
I like the way it's going, but it's taken some time...<br />
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Anybody (hate the question) who asks me: 'and, what do you photograph?' makes me think, my answer would be the BEAUTY in everything?<br />
However I must admit, portraiture may be the most difficult discipline, I find it also the most rewarding!<br />
Make the best of your day, Magda (~.~)<br />
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<br />Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-88240198860471764512015-01-02T15:34:00.002+00:002015-01-02T15:34:54.241+00:00A HAPPY NEW YEAR<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />A NEW YEAR IS LIKE A BUDDING FLOWER...<br />A metaphor, 2015 as the bud of a flower!<br />Full of PROMISE of all things good.<br />Petal after petal, layer after layer, day after day, week after week, it opens... with ups and downs!<br />Get through the 'lesser' days and enjoy the 'better' days, it is like fighting through the storms and then basking in the warm sunshine. I hope 2015 brings a LOT of SUN for you, beautiful flowers and PEACE.<br /><br />Have a good year and thanks for your visit, so very much appreciated, Magda, (*_*)<br /><br />For more of my other work visit here: <a href="http://www.indigo2photography.co.uk/">www.indigo2photography.co.uk</a><br />Please RESPECT this:IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reservedMagda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-73275083280731336282014-06-07T14:17:00.003+00:002014-06-07T14:17:50.710+00:00FLAMBOROUGH REVISITED…<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Sunday, June, lovely weather, good light, the Coast beckons, the sea calls.<br />
It’s been a long time since we last visited Flamborough.<br />
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We loved it when Robert Emmerson was still there, selling his dressed crabs, in the parking lot from the back of his van. It was always so heart-warming and a soul-stirring magical moment. We miss him. <br />
We arrived in the later afternoon. Because of the light, we prefer it. Most people were leaving, on their way home, looking happy and in passing very pleasant ‘hellos’ and smiles were exchanged, a good day for all.<br />
On our way down to the beach of Smuggler’s Cove, we stopped, took in the beautiful and familiar view, never tire of it… photographed some. Then about half way, two boats on the ramp, tied and rusting away, Robert’s boat... Not neat and painted freshly as they used to be. On the beach more boats, manned by the family no doubt, I have met his grandson and nephew, a real family affair. Robert’s daughter was one of the ladies dressing the crabs. He loved the ladies and flowers, hence the names, ‘Our Georgina’, ‘Summer Rose’, ‘Madeleine Isabella’… all very romantic, but the reality is harsh, it is hard work, long hours, dangerous! We live in a different era, generations brought up differently, also the methods change? I still saw the crab and lobster pots. It looks like they were still being used… for how much longer? It was a good revisit with a tinge of nostalgia, very often what happens on these occasions, we beautify things in our head? One thing that never lies is the photo’s you come home with: the reality check! Interesting! M, (*_*)Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-40453136438838559132014-02-16T16:32:00.001+00:002014-02-16T16:36:45.332+00:00HOW 'NOT' TO BE ON SOCIAL MEDIA?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkfiUZISAM-vS2w0xxyVhPAIHdwaFVtpLUi9qHWQjeCCX4t_NJYDIbWqwFP3ACe7tNfILaLLk9z3ku4MQuiKEgJh49JHi4710IYVtPAEqVWUdpZ_dVuIZEhS7X2suer6SdqOuGn5mYM6Q/s1600/PANACHE-ROSE-12-w.jpg"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOkfiUZISAM-vS2w0xxyVhPAIHdwaFVtpLUi9qHWQjeCCX4t_NJYDIbWqwFP3ACe7tNfILaLLk9z3ku4MQuiKEgJh49JHi4710IYVtPAEqVWUdpZ_dVuIZEhS7X2suer6SdqOuGn5mYM6Q/s1600/PANACHE-ROSE-12-w.jpg" width="400" /></a><br /><br /><br />Social media, like Facebook, Google+,Twitter,LinkedIn,YouTube, 500px, Flickr and so many more were all made to share info, stories and photos, connect people. I am convinced that the people who created these sites had a wonderful picture in their mind, of nothing but good things? However, the human condition is different, you will always, sadly have the rotten apples who look for the seedier side of things. New words were used, TROLL, Cyber bullying... we are now familiar with them? I have been Cyber bullied, and being of a sensitive nature, I can assure you, it is easy to say: never mind... the reality is that it hurts, no matter how rational you are about it, not nice! <br /><br />This time on Google+ I got a message from a lady, linking to someone who had stolen one of my photos. A BEAUTIFUL ROSE, he had changed the comp, and no credits were attributed. I only wrote that it was NOT on. He went into a rage, calling the lady and me two stupid fat jerks etc... put our profiles up on his stream with ALL the unnecessary insults. He has a lot of followers and they slagged us off without, by then, knowing what it was about. It was clear he wanted a mudslinging match... and I was not prepared to give him that? No reaction from me, reported it ALL to Google... it took them 2 days, some of it is was removed. I waited to block him because I wanted to know what was going on? <br />Then he posted nasty and abusive texts on my images, I deleted it, he was furious. More foul language and abuse.<br />I find that people like that man,[by what I saw of his 'shares', a bit of a pervert, a misogynist (with a BIG complex of strong women and a small penis? LOL)],should NOT BE TOLERATED, and hey, this story has a GOOD end: this time Mr X messed with the wrong people! He is GONE... COMPLETELY removed from Google, really GONE! Justice is done, the two 'stupid fat jerks/freaks with lame brains' WON!!!<br /><br />These can be great places, I've made friends and contacts through them.<br />Let's be kind and remain civilised, it means 'PEACE' on our level, not a bad start? <br />Have a great day and thank you, M, (*_*)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2WJmHPJ9Ga9AhNxQ0No8LthCjW5_vmi63r_7spGvXBllICLggeuL4Jv08ERN3LxfGt0nO8nxq7642tSLR4g6LMgqUAD_aJDEOf0z9JcURK4AH8QA2Glzi7r6qOplidl0fil7JlJowxXS/s1600/magda1453-w.jpg"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE2WJmHPJ9Ga9AhNxQ0No8LthCjW5_vmi63r_7spGvXBllICLggeuL4Jv08ERN3LxfGt0nO8nxq7642tSLR4g6LMgqUAD_aJDEOf0z9JcURK4AH8QA2Glzi7r6qOplidl0fil7JlJowxXS/s1600/magda1453-w.jpg" width="320" /></a><br /><br />
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That is the person who invested a lot of time, money and effort... with great pleasure and passion? Learned HOW to be a photographer, what it all means! The technical and human ins and outs, learned about light, in studio and in nature, knows about composition. Yes, once you know the rules: THEN you can become 'creative'... and break them!<br />
None of this depends on the size or the price of the camera! A camera is simply a tool. It WILL ALWAYS be the person behind the camera that makes the photo! The minimum requirement is to understand aperture, shutter speed, ISO, focal length.<br />
And a good photographer can take a good picture with a good camera, but a GREAT photographer can take GREAT pictures even with a phone?<br />
I used to take my camera everywhere with me, not anymore and okay it DOES happen that I see a shot, well I take it with my mind's eye and shrug? I am not a photo-journalist, so if I miss it... I miss it.<br />
There is a time for seeing and enjoying and then a time for the 'passion'.<br />
How do you recognise a proper photographer? No, not necessarily the one with the most gear, gadgets or the heaviest camera-bag, LOL. Many love it, I see it all the time and it makes me smile. It is the consistency, the built-up portfolio, the overall quality of the work.<br />
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Only 2.30 min.. Always interested in your opinion. Thanks, M. (*_*)<br />
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Everywhere you go, people are pointing ALL kinds of devices at everything. Phones, tablets, big and small cameras.<br />
Do they take the time to 'stand and stare'? Actually enjoy the moment? The view? Well everything IS getting very well documented that's for sure. How many photos are actually seen NOT on a screen? In print? So many questions...<br />
It is great to see people having fun with their 'gadgets'. But I am a thinker... and what happens to all those images? Where-ever I go, people shove their phone under my nose, and start flicking through the hundreds of photos they took of the same subject, whether it is their children, damage on a car or, sigh, the holiday, LOL. You are smiling eh? It happened to you too! You also remained polite? Blurry, dark, too light, skew, oh yes, seen it all eh?<br />
Please, take a moment, think? Do NOT go for the quantity but THE QUALITY, just a brief look on the internet for a few pointers on composition will already help you a long way and give you so much pleasure in the long run!<br />
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Christmas 2013...<br />
<br />AAAHHH, at last the day arrived to open the 'magic' cupboard again, the ‘Christmas cupboard, it always holds a few surprises of things you just forgot about yet like very much. A wonderful trip of re-discovery, haha. It had gone smoothly, I was pleased.<br /><br />The tree was up, the whole place filled with the Christmas aromas of pine and orange and cinnamon and candle-wax. Outside the wind was howling and playing with everything lying loose? <br /><br />I greatly enjoy the silence of night, but on this occasion, I was listening to seasonal music, varied, from bells to music box to angel-singing. Humming along, dreaming of Christmases past, yes the whole family passed the review. Myself as a little girl… my children little again, yeah time does fly. <br /><br />I was enjoying the moment, relaxing, everything sparkling in the flickering candle-flames and twinkly lights. When suddenly I heard the most almighty booming voice, I sat up, it was outside, I jumped up and looked through the window… and there he stood, Santa, in the snow, on a roof. The bag he was carrying was full and heavy. He was looking up at the sky; I followed his gaze and saw nothing.<br /><br /> I rushed outside, now I could hear what he was hollering: “Ruuudolf, Ruuuuuuudolf” <br /><br />Oh dear, poor man, I saw the footsteps where he’d been, the chimney… I saw how he had dirtied his beautiful red coat’s white trimming on the soot? I shouted up: “is there anything I can do?” <br />He turned and almost slipped, looked down and said:<br />“Yes, that’s very kind of you; I’m in trouble, I had so many mince pies I just could not get through the chimney… So, please, can you call Rudolf with me?” <br /><br />So there we were, both of us: “Ruuudolf, Ruuuuuuudolf”<br />We waited, could we hear anything? I looked around; light after light came on, every house lit up. Neighbours came out, soon all were calling: “Ruuudolf, Ruuuuuuudolf”<br /><br />At last, the sleigh bells in the distance, Rudolf was rushing through the night. He halted next to his master: “Well? Rudolf? What do you have to say for yourself? You know we have much work and not so much time? Hmmmm?”<br /><br />Rudolf’s nose was redder than ever; he bent over gently and whispered something in Santa’s beard, everybody on tiptoes curious, eyes wide open. Santa started to roar with laughter, his belly shaking.<br /><br />Before climbing under the warm blanket in the sleigh, he turned and smiled at us: “Thank you for helping me, my dear friends, all is well; in the team there is a new reindeer, a first year youngster, doing his best, only slowed it down a little and in this weather I am not the most patient of men!<br /><br />Be good and Merry Christmas… HOHOHOOOOOOO” And he was gone. <br /><br />We looked at each other, shook hands; here we were; people from Africa, Asia, Europe… from all over. <br />Then shyness overtook again, each returning home, light after light went out, darkness and silence descended in the street. All was back to the usual, each in our homes, doing our thing, living our lives. <br /><br />I sighed; it had been a good moment. <br /><br />I sat down again in the warmth, when in front of the fire, I saw a parcel, ooh I was torn, wait until Christmas? Or open it now? I'm also not the most patient, so I tore the colourful outer wrapping… gently unfolded the tissue paper and out came a beautiful angel, smiling kindly holding a heart.<br />My soul filled with joy, I must be doing something right? I walked over to my tree and put my new treasure in a prominent place. <div class="MsoNormal">
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Enjoy? Thank you, M, (*_*)Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-69286242371938695322013-09-11T16:59:00.000+00:002013-09-11T17:00:52.054+00:00A SPECIAL NIGHT... SHRIMPING. Part 3.This is a story, called 'A special night, that I wrote about a night that Paul and I did a reportage on SHRIMPING.<br />
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Here you have an overview, I thought it would be interesting to show the different stages!<br />
On Belgian boats the shrimps are boiled on board in between each trek. Most of those boats don't have refrigeration, but raw shrimps must never be put onto melting ice anyway, so they'd have to be packed instantly. These fishermen prefer the old method.<br />
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2 ...We looked at each other, and as so often on the same wavelength, we burst out laughing, unable to stop, drunk with fatigue and mirth. We hugged, then crawled back into our berths.<br />
The cadenza changed, waking me. I listened, Paul was in deep sleep. Faint light filtered in through the hatch. I felt around for my stuff, tried to put some decency into my appearance, and, oh so quietly, I felt my way up.<br />
What I saw was stunning. The promise of sun, early rays illuminating the last darkness of night, the sea a pregnant black mass of lapping water-peaks.<br />
It felt as if the iodine scented air was sucked deep into my brain, triggering memories of earlier summers.<br />
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As the sun rose in orange glory, offsetting the blue ever more, I saw all the other trawlers on the horizon.<br />
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3 ......In our foaming wake, a shrieking battle was going on between hungry seagulls, their agility never ceased to amaze me.<br />
I retrieved my camera and eternalised these beautiful moments.<br />
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Well, morning was upon us, we were heading back to land, I'll take you all the way, three more images, hope you enjoy.<br />
Difficult light conditions, still too light for the one, too dark already for the other, c'est dure la vie de photographe, hihi.<br />
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4 ...Gradually the air warmed up, the light becoming brighter. The end of a hard night, the start of a glorious day.<br />
Paul appeared, still looking a bit rough, but with a happy grin around the lips.<br />
His cameras on the ready he was now in full swing. Our smiling eyes met briefly, we were on the same level here, I could so intensely sense his joy and elation. This was the light in delight!<br />
As the coast became more visible on the pale horizon, I tried to identify the different towers, then buildings and landmarks.<br />
All the boats chuffing hurriedly in the same direction, the harbour, home!<br />
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The activity on board was over, everything cleaned up, the guys were inside, tired and rushing home, the race was on again!<br />
We were so happy to catch that first morning light at sea!!! Seeing the world around us again...distance, wonderful.<br />
Always liked the two 'boat' photos, the one in the evening and the one in the morning, such different light but there seems to be another rhythm, or is that my imagination?<br />
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5 ...…As the coast became more visible on the dark horizon, I tried to identify the different towers, then buildings and landmarks. The elegant, tall and slim lighthouse a welcoming sight, she’s called ‘Long Nell’, I couldn't help thinking how many before me must have been either elated or heavyhearted to see her…<br />
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Night is in the distance, the water calmer,we were emptying our cameras (finishing our films) in silence and pure inner joy and awe, drunk with fatigue and euphoria.<br />
As we passed the two pier heads, a greeting was shouted over the radio.<br />
Alongside the main pier, a line of waiting sailing boats. Full of well rested people, looking forward to a day at sea, the guests waving, the crew sorting out ropes and sails.<br />
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6 ...Soon we were where we had started. Danny and Sylvain helped us up the quay with all our gear.<br />
Their boat ship shape, ready for the next evening, their catch neatly stacked for the auction.<br />
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We thanked them and said good-bye. Sylvain adjusted a few last details, happily chewing his small cigar. Danny climbed back up and awkwardly put two plastic bags next to us. Shrugging his shoulders, he indicated this was for us. I saw the shiny prawns, the other bag filled with Dover sole! I immediately offered to pay, but he wouldn't hear of it. This was our share!<br />
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Amazingly I saw Paul changing as soon as he set foot on Terra ferma.<br />
Me, I was swaying, my legs trembling. I had the sea in my legs! The earth was moving, I felt drunk after this cocktail of excitement, beauty, adventure and no sleep.<br />
As we drove off, we looked back, it was 7.20.<br />
The sea was getting ready for its next set of visitors, it seemed.<br />
The town was also waking up and preening itself in the sunshine, the council cleaners spraying and cleaning the streets. Shopkeepers putting their wares out, looking hopefully at the clement skies.<br />
I stopped the car at a baker; the smell of fresh bread tickled my nostrils and teased my now very hungry stomach. I ordered fresh rolls and when I picked up the bag, it was warm.<br />
We rushed home.<br />
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Changed and refreshed we sipped our breakfast coffee. It tasted better than ever. We had so much to talk about, all these deep emotions that we had experienced.<br />
Around 9 o'clock, we decided to try and get some sleep. Of course we were overtired, so we had the giggles about silly things, gently laughing ourselves to sleep.<br />
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My last memory is whispering to Paul, that I would never complain about the price of shrimps and fish again, having experienced first hand, and in summer, what a tough job these people have. I tried to imagine what it must be like in the cold and during the winter storms and bzzzzzzzz...<br />
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So, that's it, hope you've enjoyed it.<br />
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Thank you for your reactions, have a great day, Magda (*_*)<br />
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<span style="color: red;">IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY images or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reserved</span>Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-50903654049410995052013-09-11T15:28:00.002+00:002013-09-11T17:16:35.357+00:00A SPECIAL NIGHT... SHRIMPING. Part 2This is a story, called 'A special night, that I wrote about a night that Paul and I did a reportage on SHRIMPING.<br /><br />Part 2<br /><br /> 1... I noticed how green-grey Paul had turned; his eyes wide open, concentrating on a point somewhere behind me. Or maybe he was looking for the shore?<br /><br />(This is an image of a similar trawler trying to overtake us, I guess they have to include this kind of sport before the reality of the long hard night or maybe it's just a male thing? HIHI...sorry guys. (#_#)) <br /><br />A wave of sympathy shot through my fragile stomach.<br /><br />With shaky fingers he took two pills, trying to swallow them and nodded at me that everything would be all right<br /><br />I saw Sylvain’s hand reach for another cigar.<br /><br />I turned my face towards the open window, hoping for some cool air, but hit a wall of warm motor fumes.<br /><br />Poor Paul looked even more sallow now. I beckoned him to trade places, but it was too late. He barely had the time to quickly waltz out.<br /><br />The fried egg, that he so lovingly cooked that evening, against my better judgement, disappeared into the sea.<br /><br />Danny kindly slowed down a bit.<br /><br />When he came back in, Danny consoled him saying that he should not feel any shame and that for his first eight years at sea, he had been seasick each time, and even now, when he changed boats, he still had it, and that the best Paul could do, was have something to eat.<br /><br />Promptly Paul’s torso disappeared over the side again.<br /><br />The two men soon lost interest. They listened on the radio to their pals were telling the story of a recent drinking adventure, with glee in their voices.<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 20.796875px;"><br /></span></span>
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2 …The matey, now outside, scurried around, untying nets.<br />
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Mounted on each side of the boat, were huge metal triangular structures, weighted with rusty chains and lead, attached to a pulley-system.<br />
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As the engine revved, I saw both constructions being slowly lowered. The boat stretching out its iron elbows, as the massive wheels creaked under the pull of the cables.<br />
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Danny was commanding the operation from inside, from another panel with knobs and handles.<br />
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They were now ready for the first trawl, in a rush to drag the nets on the bottom of the sea and catch its riches, avoiding the treacherous sandbanks and debris, remnants of war and disaster.<br />
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Too many of these boats had capsized, often ending in fatal tragedy affecting the whole fishing community.<br />
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Once the “elbows” were out, the rhythm of the boat became much more stable. Now like the others it looked like a pair of scales, yes, well balanced, ploughing through the sea, slowed down by the motion and the heavy netting.<br />
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3 ...The sun played hide and seek in a dramatic sky, sinking steadily into the sea, whilst shining eerie white rays from behind the dark clouds.</div>
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The water a black moving mass, except where the sun reached, it became molten gold.<br />
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I zoomed in on boats fishing in the distance and felt great excitement with the wonderful images I was seeing through the lens, and immortalising.<br />
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All too soon, darkness fell upon us.<br />
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As I used 400 ASA film, I pushed the limits, keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for a fantastic result. This was hit and miss stuff. Ah well…<br />
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We sailed straight into the sunset.<br />
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Danny turned on the lights. It was obvious that from now on, the activity was going to take place at the stern.<br />
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4 ...Here the night and all the work really started. Danny grabbed the nets and released the knots holding the catch and with a whoosh everything flooded into a square metal trough.<br />
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He was wearing heavy-duty rubber gloves to spread out the mountain of glistening sea-life.<br />
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I stood looking in wonder at this wriggling and flapping mass.<br />
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Some additional info:<br />
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To avoid by-catch of juvenile fishes selectivity devices are assembled (sieve nets, sorting grids, escape holes). The towing speed for shrimp is between 2,5 and 3 knots. When the beam trawl is used for shrimping, the foot rope is held off the seabed by setting a string of wooden rollers ahead of the foot rope. This allows unwanted species, such as starfish and crabs, to escape under the belly of the net. The shrimp, stimulated by the approaching rollers, jump vertically and are caught in the net.<br />
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<span style="line-height: 20.796875px;">5 …The men started to sort instantly, shoving the shrimps through a side chute into a shiny drum – horizontal, two cylinders with holes, turning one inside the other, the shrimps in the inner one being rinsed constantly by seawater. Small crabs and young shrimps gushed out and washed back into the sea. From the middle drum came baskets full of shrimps.</span></div>
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Sifting was done in a wooden tray with a mesh bottom, strapped in, so that it could gently rock back and forth, getting rid of tiny shells, fish and crabs. The rest was hand picked by us. He taught me a bit more about sea-life and told some stories.</div>
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This is a story, called ‘A special night’, that I wrote about a night that Paul and I did a reportage on SHRIMPING.<br />
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1 ...I remember, from when I was a little girl, up until not so long ago, it used to be a rickety, wooden affair, where fishermen would moor and rope their catch up in wicker baskets.<br />
That was also the place where the women would wait, standing together in small groups, always looking in the direction of the harbour entrance. Even in summer they seemed to be shivering, in spite of their woollen wear.<br />
But once the fish was at their feet, no more talk, time for business. People standing around, waiting, were encouraged by the fishwives, screaming at the top of their voices, in a language only they understood, to buy the fresh fish and shrimps, now displayed in round metal carriers.<br />
And it worked, customers flocked, haggling over the price, joking, buying.<br />
Tourists, mostly folk from inland, or close-by Northern France, wondering what was going on, staring at the plaice, sole, still flapping their tails.<br />
They had never seen fish that fresh.<br />
Nothing much has changed, except that the women now each have their own fixed stall,a newly built Fish Market, the fish is on crushed ice and on fish-platters, all neatly presented and priced.<br />
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2 ......We met Jo for the first time, when I showed Paul around and bought shrimps.<br />
She was very chatty, told us her name was Josephine but as she had spent the war-years in England, the name Jo had stuck.<br />
She peeled a shrimp and offered it to Paul to taste, saying something in Flemish. Paul looked at me in shock:<br />
“Did I hear correctly? Did she call me her little rat?”<br />
I laughed... In Ostend, when they call you that, it’s a term of endearment, it means they like you!<br />
From that day on, I only bought from her and always got a good deal.<br />
Summer or winter, whenever the weather permitted the men to go out, she was there to sell their catch!...<br />
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(Jo is on the left, on her right is her daughter in law.)<br />
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3 ...…So, as we got to know Jo better, I now felt at last, that I could ask her, if it was possible to accompany them on a fishing trip.<br />
A couple of days later, she reported that her husband wasn't keen – something to do with insurance, but her son Danny was. He was a skipper on a bigger boat. A date was set; it only depended on the weather now. We couldn't believe our luck, what an opportunity!<br />
From then on, our ears were glued to radio and TV weather forecasts, several times a day!<br />
How unnecessary! The sea speaks for itself, if you know the listening code.<br />
The old fishermen could tell you with great accuracy, their information so much juicier. OK, so what, some tall stories thrown in for good measure, but what raconteurs! You certainly left with a smile and more knowledge.<br />
How impersonal, our electronic gadgets!<br />
The Big Tuesday at last!<br />
From one of our windows, we could just see the sea. The waves rolling in with vigorous white foam-heads. Silence, our look said it all. Dragging our feet somewhat, we spent the rest of the afternoon checking over our equipment, all laid out on the table.<br />
Lenses shining, Metz-flashes recharged, batteries tested, extra film, filters, everything spic and span, ready!<br />
Another glance at the sky. Looking good! Clouds gathering on the horizon below the bright sun, promising an interesting sunset.<br />
We wanted our expensive and fragile cameras from under their feet, spotting the least activity at the bow. Sitting on either side, we started to click and click, close ups of netting and other stuff lying around us.<br />
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(This is Paul, full of anticipation, camera on the ready, he is holding his Rolleiflex twin-lens reflex.)<br />
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4 …Onto the first boat, clambering over cables, chains and ropes, we got to the second one, moored along side, our vessel for the next 12 hours, the “Steve” O54”, a 20m long trawler.<br />
Already on board was Sylvain, the mate, not exactly the kind of guy you’d expect. Not tall, rather slender, unshaven, big black moustache and beard hiding his lips, his long hair curling from under a small white hat. His muscled arms, the canvas of a tattoo-artist, looked too big for this shrimpy little man.<br />
Loads of gear and machinery filled the deck; I knew we’d find out what the purpose of all of it was.<br />
The men were extremely busy preparing the boat, fighting ropes and chains, pulling and separating them from our neighbour<br />
Danny (the skipper), on the other hand, fitted the pattern perfectly. He was broad shouldered and chunky, wearing jeans and the real blue fishermen’s pullover. I wondered if they went to the same needleman for their skin decorations. Something else they had in common, was the traditional earring, a small, thin gold band, in one ear, and only visible when the wind chose.<br />
They half-smiled at us, no time for niceties, our hosts nervous and excited, like horses before a race.<br />
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5 …Beckoning in the distance, the harbour entrance. The other boats leaving one by one, slotting in, from left, right and centre, different docks. Black silhouettes against a clear blue sky.<br />
The light had that incredible quality, so sought after by photographers and painters.<br />
The sun casting a warm glow on the old buildings and docks, with the long shadows in fascinating contrast to the glittering sea.<br />
Sylvain’s white hat was bobbing up and down; they were shouting instructions to each other above the drone of the engine. Both far too busy to be bothered by our lenses, they hauled in the side buoys, another rope, yes, there we went, quickly picking up momentum.<br />
The thudding under our feet quickened.<br />
Oh, what a joy to see the metal of the prow cut through the foaming water!<br />
The familiar towers and landmarks glided by, and I detected the faint smell of chips mingled with sea, fish and tar.<br />
For most people the day was almost gone, holidaymakers savouring a meal in one of the many restaurants, along the quay.<br />
For us, the long night started. I thought longingly of our cheese and tomato sandwiches, but although hungry, I postponed the pleasure.<br />
<span style="text-align: center;">The skipper steered the boat with a steady hand.</span><br />
We gently rocked towards the ends of the two piers, people on both watching and waving.<br />
I remembered the many times I stood there, doing the same and dreaming of adventure.<br />
Here the work and adventure really started, here I was 'dangerously' hanging overboard to get the angle I wanted...<br />
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6 …A gentle breeze came in through the open porthole behind me and looking back I saw the coast fast disappearing in the distance. The wind not only carried sea air and silt. I spotted the engine-room below us, wafting up the pungent smell of diesel and machine oil.</div>
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Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-18323239804469010692013-09-04T17:03:00.002+00:002013-09-04T18:32:50.746+00:00THE EFFECT OF COLOURS...<b><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: red;">THE</span> <span style="color: yellow;">EFFECT</span> <span style="color: blue;">OF</span> <span style="color: magenta;">COLOURS</span><span style="color: cyan;">.</span><span style="color: magenta;">.</span><span style="color: #38761d;">.</span></span></b><br />
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These are the colours from the past and for the coming season!<br />
Light and colour can influence how people perceive the area around them. Different light sources affect how the colours of walls and other objects are seen. Specific hues of colours seen under natural sunlight may vary when seen under the light from an incandescent (tungsten) light-bulb: lighter colours may appear to be more orange or "brownish" and darker colours may appear even darker.<br />
Light and the colour of an object can affect how one perceives its positioning. If light or shadow, or the colour of the object, masks an object's true contour (outline of a figure) it can appear to be shaped differently than it really is.<br />
Objects under a uniform light-source will promote better impression of three-dimensional shape.<br />
The colour of an object may affect whether or not it seems to be in motion. In particular, the trajectories of objects under a light source whose intensity varies with space are more difficult to determine than identical objects under a uniform light source.<br />
Carl Jung is most prominently associated with the pioneering stages of colour psychology. Jung was most interested in colours’ properties and meanings, as well as in Art’s potential as a tool for psychotherapy.<br />
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Colour has long been used to create feelings of cosiness or spaciousness. However, how people are affected by different colour-stimuli varies from person to person.<br />
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There is evidence that colour preference may depend on ambient temperature. People who are cold prefer warm colors like red and yellow while people who are hot prefer cool colours like blue and green.<br />
A few studies have shown that cultural background has a strong influence on colour preference. These studies have shown that people from the same region regardless of race will have the same colour preferences.<br />
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I'm ALWAYS fascinated by COLOUR!<br />
Have a lovely day and thanx for your visit, M, (*_*)<br />
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IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reservedMagda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-22787899103019542242013-04-12T16:46:00.000+00:002013-04-13T01:14:13.434+00:00 A FLOWER STUDY ...<br />
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The Emotional Impact of Flowers Study was published in the April 2005 issue of Evolutionary Psychology.<br />
Home Ecology of Flowers Study<br />
Harvard: Living with Flowers Strengthens Feelings of Compassion, and Decreases Anxiety and Worry<br />
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With people’s desire for tranquility and stress relief stronger than ever, fresh research takes an insightful look at flowers and the important role they may play in our daily lives. A behavioral research study conducted by Nancy Etcoff, Ph.D., of Massachusetts General Hospital and Harvard Medical School, reveals that people feel more compassionate toward others, have less worry and anxiety, and feel less depressed when fresh cut flowers are present in the home.<br />
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“Other research has proven that flowers make people happy when they receive them,” Etcoff says. “What we didn’t know is that spending a few days with flowers in the home can affect a wide variety of feelings.<br />
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The Home Ecology of Flowers Study at Harvard uncovered three main findings:<br />
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*Flowers feed compassion.<br />
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Study participants who lived with fresh cut flowers for less than a week felt an increase in feelings of compassion and kindness for others.<br />
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*Flowers chase away anxieties, worries and the blues at home.<br />
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Overall, people in the study simply felt less negative after being around flowers at home for just a few days.<br />
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Participants most frequently placed flowers in their kitchens, dining rooms and living rooms, where they spend a lot of time at home. They reported wanting to see the blooms first thing in the morning.<br />
*Living with flowers can provide a boost of energy, happiness and enthusiasm at work.<br />
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Having flowers at home can have a positive carry-over impact on our mood at work, too. The study found that people were more likely to feel happier and have more enthusiasm and energy at work when flowers were in their home living environments.<br />
“As a psychologist, I'm particularly intrigued to find that people who live with flowers report fewer episodes of anxiety and depressed feelings,” Etcoff says. “Our results suggest that flowers have a positive impact on our well being.” AND AM I NOT LIVING PROOF OF THAT???????? LOL????<br />
As a youngster, being born in Bruges, West Flanders, I would often just walk into one of the many musea and churches where you could admire all the great old Masters, I was a sponge, absorbed it, stored it, till now?<br />
So, I adapted the lights and reflectors for the 'Flemish School of light' again, it so suits these.<br />
It is full on the time of the DOUBLE TULIPS in the shop... at the moment, I feel they 'might' be my favourites! They are a bit capricious, Baroque, so varied in shapes, with small oddities, I have become fascinated by them, aahh, and the colours, from deep red, through textured orange to veined yellow to green, the leaves also perform.Oh my, and that sweet honey fragrance... HMMMM, Love them.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span><br />
Here are a few 'studies'.<br />
I wish you all a very good day and thanks for all your kind words, time, comments and likes. Very much appreciated.<br />
Magda, (*_*)<br />
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I was asked by Rosphoto for an exclusive interview. <span style="color: red;">See the link at the bottom!</span><br />
The choice of images I left up to them. They best know their 'audience'.<br />
Often the questions are the same, but I like to think that my answers differ somewhat from my peers.<br />
It is a Russian site and a lot got 'LOST IN TRANSLATION'???<br />
That is why I am giving you both the questions AND my answers, as I gave them.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- When you started taking the pictures?</span><br />
All in my family had cameras, I grew up with them, but 'serious': about 30 years ago. What a journey!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- What genre of photography is your favourite?</span><br />
Over the years it has changed. I still love to photograph people, because I strongly believe that one of the main, yet too often forgotten ingredients in photography is: EMOTION! I am however best known for my flower-work. I maintain though, I AM NOT A FLOWER photographer... just "A" photographer.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- What equipment are you using?</span><br />
To me, cameras are just wonderful tools! It is the photographer, behind the camera, who makes the photo!<br />
I love my Hasselblads and my Nikons, but it really does not matter, give me any camera! GOOD lenses(glass) are important though, more important than the body.<br />
Studio lights, often use a big softbox, continuous light and many reflectors.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- What do you like the lens Carl Zeiss? </span><br />
I love it for its clarity, sharpness, quality.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- Finish this sentence: "The Photo - it is.."</span><br />
...at last seeing on screen or in print the image I saw in my creative mind, the thrill of having conquered the challenge.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- What advice can you give a novice photographers?</span><br />
By learning the skill that 'IS' photography, not chancing it like I see too much of, people don't 'care' enough. It's been made, they think, 'TOO EASY'? You have to RESPECT your medium! Learn about composition, in other words: THE RULES so that you can break them!<br />
It took me about 20 years to come to the result I WANTED!<br />
All I can say is experiment, experiment, experiment... the camera, the lens, other people's EXIF data are irrelevant, because each subject, the material, circumstances, light source is different. Make it your own!<br />
Learn from every mistake you make. Do you think I've stopped learning' I probably work harder at it than most, trying out different, new light settings and techniques constantly.<br />
Never upload an image that is not 100%. Treat each upload site as you would an Art gallery, because that is what it is, you put up an exhibition! People come, visit and judge!<br />
Accept that not everybody is going to like your work, just like you don't like all of theirs.'Your ideas' also aren't always understood, but when they are, you'll get a compliment that will touch you deeply. And last but most important: have fun, enjoy it!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- What character should be a photographer?</span><br />
A determined creative, with a madness they love to call 'PASSION'?<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- Your favourite flowers?</span><br />
Impossible to answer!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- Your dream?</span><br />
Most of my dreams have come true, because I wanted it enough? Have a sudden win, money to organise and pay for a MASSIVE exhibit for all the good photographers that I know and who's work is sadly not being seen or recognised!<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- Tell me please, how do you manage to make such a beautiful, clear photos on a black background?</span><br />
To light an object well you need to understand it.<br />
I have tried all sorts of light sources, from flash to Northern daylight, to halogen, FL, and other continuous light sources. There is no magic formula. Each flower needs to be brought to life by individually lighting it. The size, distance, angle and quality of the light all play a role.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">- What is your source of inspiration?</span><br />
My inspiration is nature and people, and a love of life and beauty. I've often said, 'I don't talk to flowers, they talk to me.' I try to let nature's beauty speak to me and then show what I see to the world.<br />
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<span style="color: red;">-The creativity of any photographers who is to you particularly important?</span><br />
As a creative, I try NOT to be influenced by anybody, I want to keep it fresh and personal... meaning that it comes from my brain, not someone else's. However, I do admire the work of Ralph Gibson, Jane Bown, Shinzo Maeda and my husband Paul Indigo.<br />
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Thank you, any comments are always welcome! Magda, (*_*)<br />
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<a href="http://rosphoto.com/a_flowers_magda_indigo">http://rosphoto.com/a_flowers_magda_indigo</a>Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-40153585339793363982013-02-25T17:30:00.003+00:002013-02-25T18:31:24.335+00:00SO, OUT OF A NEGATIVE COMES A POSITIVE!!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A bouquet of flowers, to thank all who wrote in yesterday, for your feed-back. I am not 'the Oracle of Delphi' lol. I only wrote my personal opinion on the matter, because of what had happened to me too many times. I can take a lot, well I HAVE taken a lot. but I do have my limits. And I feel I can say things because I have earned my stripes, put in the years, made the mistakes, and I am still learning EVERY DAY. I am ALWAYS humbled when an image of mine gets chosen, out of the millions, I NEVER want to get used to it! But it feeeeeeeeeeeels good!<br />
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I got one very interesting reply:<br />
"Hi Magda<br />
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I spent a lot of time last night thinking about what you said and about how you felt about my glib response and the message hit home that it is important to take your work seriously. You sacrifice time, money and energy for something you love with the ultimate hope of creating something beautiful and memorable. I spent some time ths morning reading your blog and viewing your work as a professional photographer as again the words 'precision and passion ' jumped to mind."<br />
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I ALSO had time to think, and here goes, Paul and I gave workshops, so people 'payed' for our opinion, our input, our vast personal experience and knowledge... and they were happy and grateful, feeling enriched and encouraged. HHHHHHMMMMM, strange when something is FREE that it is NOT so appreciated? So, lovely people, if you want a proper critique... I'm afraid from now on... you will have to pay for it!!! HAHA, take care, M, (*_*)<br />
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IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reservedMagda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-50930269759189727382013-02-24T19:08:00.001+00:002013-02-24T19:20:15.595+00:00OOOHH NO THEY DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABOUT PROPER CRITIQUES. On MANY photo upload sites there seems to be a movement of people who are stating: "I am tired of just getting comments like: great, awesome, excellent etc ..."<br />They say THEY WANT A PROPER CRIT???????? OOOHH NO THEY DON'T!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br />I'll give you the example! I resisted for a long time, but this time it seemed genuine. So I put the time in and wrote on one image, that was in a group. On the one, that the horizon was skew and that is a big NO-NO in photography and that the sky was full of dust bunnies (BTW both VERY easy to 'correct' in PS), the photographer of the photo agreed however, I got ticked off by another one who thought the photo was AWESOME....<br />First thing I saw in the second one was that the photo was uploaded skew, then the subject, it was softened to death, had lost ALL its beautiful detail. It looked plastified... I gently asked why? And wrote that it had lost ALL its beautiful detail. The reply: I KIND OF LIKE IT! That is a communication stopper, if ever there was one? <div>
Then you MUST ALWAYS upload what you 'LIKE', and not give a shit about what anyone is trying to help you with, also STOP whining then about how you want to learn (buy a book or go on a course) and about the comments isn't that what you want? Well, some 'not so good photogs' are now giving critiques... the blind leading the blind! Good luck!<br />If you are NOT prepared to put in the care and love an image deserves, as does the viewer, why bother at all?<br />I am not going to waste my precious time any more and for ALL out there: if you want enemies: just give them the truth, LOL!</div>
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<br /><br />PS: Agencies and Art sellers DO NOT WANT images that aren't perfectly cared for!</div>
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The wind was whistling around the house, dancing a rondo with dry fallen leaves.<br />
I sat in my chair, warm and cosy, yes, once again, the Christmas cheer and sparkle filling our home and hearts. I closed my eyes and listened to the pretty music, the bells, the harps, music box...<br />
Do you remember? Last year, three angels visited, I dried their wings and the little angels flew off happily with their soft wings, and all I had left with was three feathers?<br />
For on angel it was a first Christmas, hadn't been an angel for long... still an apprentice really. But, good material, great potential... otherwise, so I was told... you do not get any wings at all!<br />
Well, this time, I felt the gentlest caress on my cheeck, hih, it tickled, I brushed it away, but it was there again, it was the angel, I recognised it, how it had grown, smiled and said:<br />
"Yes, you remember me, you where so kind to us, we had fun, he?<br />
I wanted to come and tell you myself: I got my BIG wings!"<br />
"How wonderful! That pleases me greatly! Well done my angel!<br />
You must be thrilled? But, can I ask you, what did you do to earn them?"<br />
The angel blushed a little, I said " Oh, maybe you can't tell me?"<br />
"No, no, I can, only, it seems so minor, all I had to do was watch over you and your loved ones... and, I know that now and then I made a small mistake, like when you lost your camera-lens-hood in the dunes in Belgium, and, oohhh, do you remember, you almost tripped on the stairs in Holland when you visited your son and family, I was just able to grab you, aah and I..."<br />
I put out my hand and touched the silk sleeve: "Please, my dear, you deserve your Big wings! You kept us all safe, that IS the most important, I am so grateful to you! Come sit closer, and please can I take a portrait of you? The family are arriving on Christmas day, and I would love to tell them and show them?"<br />
The angel smiled again: "Of course!"<br />
I ran upstairs for my camera, came back, a quick make-shift studio, black-background up, the angel was very patient, yes, really 'had the patience of an angel', haha.<br />
I took the photo.<br />
The angel came closer and whispered: "I am sorry, I have to go now, with the new wings come more responsabilities. Just wanted you to see them!"<br />
I felt a gentle kiss on my forehead, again the tickle on my cheek from the wings.<br />
Silence.<br />
I was alone again.<br />
I picked up my camera, so curious to see...<br />
And THIS is what I had captured... THE BIG WINGS...<br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfTWHbtv_-Y">www.youtube.com/watch?v=tfTWHbtv_-Y</a> ANGELS<br />
TO LISTEN TO.<br />
I wish you all things good and wonderful, Magda, (*_*)<br />
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They write (amongst many other things): It is the ability to "think outside the box" ! I ask: WHAT BOX???? LOL. <br />
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"The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this:<br />
A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive.<br />
To him... a touch is a blow,<br />
a sound is a noise,<br />
a misfortune is a tragedy,<br />
a joy is an ecstasy,<br />
a friend is a lover,<br />
a lover is a god,<br />
and failure is death."<br />
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating."<br />
— Pearl S. Buck writer of the book " PEONY"<br />
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I must admit that as a 'creative',<br />
1, being a night-person, my 'best' ideas mostly come after midnight!<br />
2, it is an urge, not a choice... and<br />
3.... as soon as you have 'problems', however small, with client, family, health... the first thing to GO is: my creativity! So please, tee hee, do not upset me, he?<br />
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Characteristics of the creative personality:<br />
Creative individuals have a great deal of energy, but they are also often quiet and at rest.<br />
Creative individuals tend to be smart, yet also naive at the same time.<br />
Creative individuals have a combination of playfulness and discipline, or responsibility and irresponsibility.<br />
Creative individuals alternate between imagination and fantasy at one end, and rooted sense of reality at the other.<br />
Creative people seem to harbor opposite tendencies on the continuum between extroversion and introversion.<br />
Creative individuals are also remarkable humble and proud at the same time.<br />
Creative individuals to a certain extent escape rigid gender role stereotyping and have a tendency toward androgyny.<br />
Generally, creative people are thought to be rebellious and independent.<br />
Most creative persons are very passionate about their work, yet they can be extremely objective about it as well.<br />
The openness and sensitivity of creative individuals often exposes them to suffering pain yet also a great deal of enjoyment.<br />
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Found HERE: California State University, Northridge, From Creativity - Flow and the Psychology of Discovery and Invention by Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi.<br />
I recognize myself COMPLETELY in this!<br />
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Giving my flowers SOUL? <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qcPJvTsFspk">My Soul Flowers</a> on youtube and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IzRM4viw-7g&feature=g-upl&context=G249f957AUAAAAAAAAAA">Studio Flowers 2011</a><br />
Why not take a few minutes, click on the links, sit back and relax, enjoy the beauty, you'll feel replenished?<br />
THANX for ALL your comments and visits, so appreciated.<br />
Have a wonderful day, filled with love and beauty, M, (*_*)<br />
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A bit of humour? Somebody called it 'chaotic minimalism'... is there such a thing? </div>
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One of the first images I took, on the first morning in Fuerteventura, outside the hotel, that's how it came out of the camera and I love it, hope you do too. <br />
Photography has a 'CODE', it is fluid, like all good things, stagnating is not good, new gadgets mean new styles, new media means new rules or should I say 'adapted'?<br />
<span style="color: red;">Here is something I think EVERY photographer enthusiast or pro, semi-pro, whatever... SHOULD read!!! ENJOY!!!</span><br />
The few rules of composition are acceptable only as reference points, which may have many valid exceptions. Sometimes breaking the rules is a means to obtain a good photo. Of course, this is true if and only if the photographer is aware of what he’s doing.<br />
So, here is how Feininger, in his book, dismantles many academic rules:<br />
1. The golden section (and, I add, the rule of thirds, ie. to place the subject at 1/3 from one edge of the photo), while ensuring peace and harmony, can be boring.<br />
2. The “S”-shape curve is one of the most repeated patterns in photography<br />
3. The theory of “guidelines”, which lead the viewer’s eye to the main subject, is false, as demonstrated by scientific studies. The eye quickly detects the most interesting part of the picture. And then, not necessarily the main subject of the photographer coincides with the center of attention of the observer.<br />
4. Threads of compositions based on triangles, diagonals and other refined geometric figures exists only in the minds of photographers who have invented them. The academic observer who is free from preconceptions, does not care about such rules.<br />
5. The horizon line should never split the photo in two equal parts, to avoid a monotone (boring) images. But if the photographer wanted to express the sensations of boredom?<br />
6. Movement and action should always proceed from left to right, according to the normal sense of the reading. False: Jews and Arabs read from the right to the left!<br />
7. The space in front of the subject should be greater than the space behind him. It is not always true: for example, a running person, placed towards the edge of the picture in the direction of its motion, gives an impression of arrival, and this is important when you are photographing sporting events (such as running races in athletics).<br />
8. In the portrait, when the subject looks at the camera, you should leave more space in the direction of his eyes. False. Violating this rule can give a state of tension to the photo.<br />
9. The bright parts of a photo catch the eye more than dark. False, a dark form with well-defined boundaries, in a large and clear area, immediately attracts the eye.<br />
10. Repetition and spatial periodicity of similar elements can produce interesting patterns. False. There is no reason why a grid or a series of many identical and uninteresting objects is better than one object worthy of interest.<br />
On the other hand, as Feininger said in its book, there are at least three rules in which he has never found an exception:<br />
1. The small white areas of the subject or of the background situated near the edges of the photo gives the impression of a print “gnawed by rats”. These areas should be burned (blackened) in the darkroom (or cropped)<br />
2. Curves and round forms should never touch the edges of the photo, but should be cut with courage, leaving out of the picture a not negligible part of the curve<br />
3. The straight lines should not end in a corner of the photo, but should terminate at a certain distance from it.<br />
Hope your day is filled with smiles and thanx,M, (*_*)<br />
For more of my other work or if you want to purchase, visit here: www.indigo2photography.co.uk<br />
IT IS STRICTLY FORBIDDEN (BY LAW!!!) TO USE ANY OF MY image or TEXT on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit permission. © All rights reservedMagda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-35024522165622213572012-01-24T20:03:00.000+00:002012-01-24T20:22:14.437+00:00ABOUT PHOTOGRAPHY UPLOAD-SITES...<br />
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ANY photo upload site is a place where you open yourself AND your images to outside 'factors'! <br />
Someone complained that they were 'gaming places'!<br />
And indeed, ALL of them are gaming places. <br />
Like in any game, there are specific rules which you accept when you sign up, and either you play the game ... OR you don't... there IS NO MIDDLE-GROUND!!! <br />
PLUS: YOU are on your OWN!!! Site owners, I am sure like many politicians, started out with good and idealistic intentions... then... the success and money started to come in... that is it... no more help or care... why should they? Forgotten are the people who actually 'made' their site (career?) successful, that is the way it IS TODAY in this world we created!<br />
The sooner one accepts that, the sooner the stress will go.<br />
There are people on the sites without any photographic incentive, interest or motivation, all they want to do is cause problems, they are the bullies and saddos... they are the ones afraid of you and your talent, it shows them up. Did they remain stuck in childhood or very bad puberty?<br />
The Site-owners are NOT prepared to do anything about this 'problem', they must be overwhelmed by emails, don't bother to answer, creating even more grief and miscontentment, members try all kinds of tactics to stop it, to no avail and they often are the ones who get banned?<br />
Most of the sites have a life-cycle, I see them come, I see them go, I have yet to see the 'PERFECT' one.<br />
All I know, is... if I conducted my business in this way and mistreated my clients as such, not listening to anything they have to say, categorically sticking to my opinion... I would NOT LAST VERY LONG, certainly in this economic climate!<br />
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I am on sites, as I said before, to build up a portfolio, and some have served me well. I USE them to expand and broaden my social media profile (wow, another MUST today!!!), next thing you know, I'll be doing nothing else... no more photography lol.<br />
I made a choice though, I do not have time for twitter or Facebook, what little time I have is for my (free) photography, my lovely husband, my faraway family AND the friends.<br />
I made some fantastic friends over the last 8 years on these sites, quite a few I have met, some I am going to meet very soon... so, yes, I am happy!<br />
All the rest is just useless annoyance and I am not going to get my knickers into a twist for THAT anymore, I'm way past that! <br />
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I just shrug and continue with the GOOD!!!<br />
Maturity and wisdom (like good wine, cheese...) comes with age..., my dear friends, it is not that I don't understand your frustration, however, you are fighting a losing battle I'm afraid, do NOT give them the satisfaction of not uploading your images... that is what they want ultimately, take out the best photographers and they become the top Rooster! Once that happens, start looking for another, newer site, caus this one is dying... <br />
Enjoy your photography! M, (*_*)Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-80298281559492252062012-01-23T13:48:00.000+00:002012-01-23T13:48:49.900+00:00Flower Photography by Magda Indigo<a href="http://www.paranoias.org/2012/01/flower-photography-by-magda-indigo/">Flower Photography by Magda Indigo</a>Magda Indigohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08862166644146490033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4458943759021933734.post-5345079440110160312012-01-04T16:52:00.002+00:002012-01-04T18:56:16.872+00:00GRANADA, ANOTHER HOUR IN THE LIFE OF A PHOTOGRAPHER...<br />
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Granada.<br />
We arrive at the Flamenco School on time after quite a trek through narrow steep winding streets, it says on the beautiful old door: Escuela Carmen de las Cuevas. It is too dark to photograph, we must hurry. We are led into a cellar-like row of vaulted small rooms, introduced to dancers, guitarists, singers... onto the small studio where the advanced dancers are already warming up. As in every dance studio, the performers are NOT wearing the 'stage' finery! But comfortable warm'cool clothing, also always lots of water bottles, it is very dehydrating exercise! One wall of a dance studio is always mirror.<br />
Paul and I look at each other and grin... interesting... the size of the room, the lights,the reflections... how are we going to keep OUT of the picture?<br />
The teacher comes in, he shows the ladies some steps, they follow, the floor starts to shake and 'thunder', it goes right through you! What an experience! The rhythm is wonderful, I see the important attention also on the hand-movements. The counting goes on, the clapping, the feet so fast.<br />
A guitar player comes in after a short break... a deep swallow of water and they're off again...<br />
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It is a Bulería, which originated in Jerez during the 19th century, originally as a fast, upbeat ending to soleares or alegrias. It is among the most popular and dramatic of the flamenco forms and often ends any flamenco gathering. The name bulerías comes from the Spanish word burlar, meaning "to mock" or bullería, "racket, shouting, din". It is the style which permits the greatest freedom for improvisation, the metre playing a crucial role in this. Speed and agility are required and total control of rhythm as well as strength in the feet which are used in intricate tapping with toe, heel and the ball of the foot.<br />
Paul and I are transfixed... then it is over... Silence, the smell of perspiration, the sounds reverberating, atremble still, our adrenaline still pumping... one young lady stays behind, slides down, takes off her dancing shoes, massages her feet, takes care of the blisters...<br />
A wan smile, we say good-bye and thank you, disappear into the night, silent and still very affected by the whole thing. Another unique experience!<br />
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Thanks, hope you enjoy? M, (*_*)<br />
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