2011 Deck – Week 6

Strange enough I had a totally different image in mind for this week’s Deck Photo, I hadn’t processed the images as yet, but I had sorted out in my mind the images I had taken and had somewhat settled on a particular image.  On importing the photos into Lightroom, I saw one that I had dismissed mentally, it was taken hastily and I did not think that I had captured what I wanted.  As I looked at it I realised that it had some merit, and as I processed the image it grew on me to the point that I haven’t bothered to process the rest until I finish this blog post  🙂

It was a nice lazy afternoon at Good Hope on the East Coast of Demerara, and I was probably on my fourth Cuba Libre, and I saw them coming down the street, barely time to put down my glass (carefully), go for my camera bag, take out the camera, frame up and shoot.  There was no second take, just the one shot.

 

12 Legs, 4 Heads, 4 Wheels and a Bucket

The Boat and The Sky

I was about to title this post “The Monkey and The Camera”, because Nikhil might have been right about that day at La Bonne Intention, a monkey with a camera may well have managed to take a good photograph.

In hindsight, I really should have switch to my ultra-wide lens earlier that day, but even with the Tamron 18-270 mounted on the camera, I still got wide enough to capture the truly “awesome” sky that was prevalent at the time.

I’ll let this photo speak for itself. (Click to see larger)

 

Boat and Sky.

Not really my thing…

Having a photo buddy is good, being in the company of other photographers is even better, you pick up things, learn a few tricks and see things from different points of view.  Often enough, whenever Nikhil and I are out on a photo-walk, I will see him suddenly divert and take aim at something, and out of my mouth would pop a phrase like “the bike and the tree, eh?” or “the pattern of leaves”, or “the red block and the white blocks caught your eye”.

I am usually right, and I admit that I saw what caught his eye (either before or at the time), I see what it is, I see that there’s a photographic opportunity, but most times, I don’t see the composition that he sees.  I’ve come to the conclusion that , at least for now, it’s just not really my thing.  He does a marvelous job on those patterns and juxtapositions, on odd combinations of subjects, I don’t “see it” as he does, and that’s fine, if we all saw things the same way, there’s be nothing special in any of our photographs.  I think that photographers understand to a good extent what I mean, but the regular Joe, or photo-tekker-outer, or snapshot artist, may not.  It’s like Street Photography, there’s an art to it that not everybody gets, certainly not me, and I’ve tried some before and may try more in the future.  A good photograph can tell a story in just one scene, the problem I see these days is that not everyone can read 🙂 and even less of us are good story-tellers.

This one is a good example, I saw it, I noticed things like the contrast in colours, the symmetry/non-symmetry, the textures, the geometry, but I wasn’t inspired to take it, I just wanted to do it to see what I could come up with if I pushed myself.  I know that in some circle it has merit, but I just can’t bring myself to say it’s a good shot.  🙂

 

Blocks

Soaring over the Seawall in September

The sky that day was a photographer’s dream, nice variety of clouds, a slowly setting sun, as Nikhil mentioned once “even a monkey could have gotten good photos that day”.  I’m not entirely sure about the monkey, but I know we came away with some good ones.

For me, I liked this one because of the clouds, and then there’s the lone man walking along the wall, and the lone bird soaring in the sky.

 

Soaring. 1/200s, f/10, ISO 200, 10mm

On the corner

Although Nikhil is no longer pressured on a daily basis for a photograph since he completed his first 365 project, we still manage to go for a photo-walk every now and again.  One of those walks took us into Campbelville, and although it was mostly for him to get some Nas-inspried photographs, I came away with a few goodies  🙂

One was also somewhat inspired by an image I once saw from a controversial photographer called Ken, although my photographs may never become as “professional” as Ken’s I learnt a lot from reading his blogs and rants 🙂  So, I titled this one “Ken”, it was taken at the corner of DeAbrue and Duncan Streets (north-west corner)

 

Ken

The second one, I wish I had spent more time on, the scene reminded me of a photograph I once saw from Errol Ross Brewster, and I am ashamed I let the rain chase me away from this spot without getting more out of it, but there you go, the Canon T1i isn’t weather-sealed.  This is at the corner of William and Middleton Streets (north-east corner), it is a single image, but I used HDR Efex Pro to recover some detail in the clouds, in the shot it was totally blown out.

 

The House on the Corner

2011 Deck – Week 5

Although the “Deck week” ends on Friday, I usually try to post by the Friday, but this week I held off, hoping to get some more photographs, but that didn’t work out 🙂  The  main activity this week was the Festive Lantern Display that I blogged about for the eve of Chinese New Year.

I actually have another photograph from that evening that I favour, so that’s going to be the photo for the Deck this week.  The Khom Fei is like other chinese (oriental) lanterns in that they are made of paper, it is lightweight, stretched on a frame and carries a cross-piece at the base for the heat source.

In this photo, a few people help to hold the Lantern while the lantern fills with the hot air, eventually it will get hot enough to rise on its own, much like a hot-air balloon.

 

Together for the New Year. 1/40s, f/3.5, ISO 3200

Gōng Xǐ Fā Cái

Happy New Year!  Today is Chinese New Year, the year of the Rabbit! To anyone of the Elmer Fudd persuasion, leave the Wabbits alone, go Duck hunting  🙂

Last night there was a display of Festive Lanterns, or Khom Fai, to mark the occasion in Guyana, and it was a very nice display, if you got there in time.  And when I say in time I mean before the time that was originally advertised.  Originally billed for a 7pm start (even one of the organisers Facebook page has it that way still) there was apparently a change during the day and it was moved up, anyone reaching for 7pm would have missed it (almost entirely), I arrived 15 minutes before seven and almost missed it  🙂  Maybe next year I’ll camp out an hour before hand.  It was held at the Parade Ground, Georgetown.

It’s not a great photo, but it gives you the idea of what went on!

Festive Lanterns. Handheld, 0.3s, f/3.5, ISO 3200

Terminal

While other parts of the world are attempting to record every bit of information for Historical reference, and digging up (sometimes literally) any old records and references to people and places long dead and almost forgotten, I find that in Guyana, there are few records of places and people from our historical past (at least easily accessible records), whether of the recent past or a few generations back.

With the current alarming rate at which the older buildings, some with lots of history and character, are disappearing, I fear that a lot of the history and folklore that may be attached to those buildings will also disappear.

Much of what I know of Georgetown, was “told” to me by family and friends or teachers or just people who had something to say.

I was born after the trains disappeared from our shores, but I was told that this building was the Terminal (of course, there’s not much of a building left, so all I took was the side of it that has nice palm trees along the trench).  It also served as the Bus Terminal after the train no longer ran.  I vaguely remember the “Big Buses” that once were “the public transportation” of Georgetown, or as we grew up calling them; the Tata Buses.

This building also either houses or housed a foreign mission office, I remember seeing a crest or coat-of-arms on the High Street side some years ago.

 

Lamaha Street, looking down from the High Street end.

If walls had ears

Last year I did a post called September Monochromes, and in the series of photos that I had on the post was one of a Coconut, to which a friend (Cecil) made the comment:

“I see the mystery of the coconut which may have travelled hundreds or even thousands of miles to land on the beach there and possible to continue it’s journey with the next tide.”

In this post, I have two photographs, the first is another coconut, not in monochrome this time, but it reminded me of that comment from Cecil.  If that coconut could tell us the tales of it’s short life and probably long journey, what would it be like?  Did it grow on a tree on our own shores, or on a distant shore in a far away land?  Was it cut from a tree to give of it’s juice (and maybe jelly) immediately to the person picking it, or to be loaded with others and sold to someone else.  Was the water drunk au naturel, or used in a sweet rum cocktail and served with one of those little umbrellas?

 

Coconut

The second photo wasn’t originally meant to be lumped into the same post, but who decides these things anyway?

I had titled it “Of a Time gone by” even before considering this post.  I grew up hearing the “old folks” using the phrase “If walls had ears”, meaning; what stories and events took place near those walls, what stories the walls would have been witness to.  People should be more concerned with “if the walls had tongues”!

This building sits on (or in or next to) the St Joseph’s Mercy Hospital compound, across the road from the Eve Leary Police Headquarters, a few doors down and around the corner from the US Embassy and the Felix Austin Police College, on a street called “Parade Street” (I give you one guess as to why) and in walking distance of many other places of note (such as the Umana Yanna, The Pegasus Hotel, the Canadian High Commission, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.  One can only imagine the things that have taken place in and around this humble looking building  🙂

 

Of a time gone by

On a Breezy Afternoon

I liked how this particular image came out, not necessarily for art, but for the framing of the couple on the bench.  It’s one of those Georgetown Seawall scenes that can be somewhat iconic.

This scene brings to mind the song by Dave Martins and the Tradewinds entitled “In Guyana”, it’s mostly of a time gone by, and mostly even before my time, but some of it pulls at my heartstrings.

Sunsets on the seawall, enjoying the breeze, Sweet Caribbean Music, blowing through the trees, a stroll along the seawall, from the Bandstand to Ayanganna, that’s how it was, In Guyana…

OK, I know those aren’t the words to the song, but I hope Dave won’t hold that against me  🙂

 

On A Breezy Afternoon