Watery Perspectives
by meyers

Comment:
way to oob!!

After the Rain
by SDW

Comment:
ugly t-shirt interrupts beautiful photo. my advice: make him take his shirt off! congrats on a great score.

Storm-Over-Plateau-2301.jpg
by Monique64

Comment:
I like the muted pastels, and I like the texture of the grass and how that texture is mirrored by the fur of white clouds just above the horizon. a lovely, meditative picture. A picture of nothing, but a lovely picture of nothing, a nothing that my sleeping heart can enter.

Life in Death
by Jedusi

Comment:
my favorite thing about this image is that you've cropped off the edges of the tombstone so it completely takes over the background. It becomes an embossed sky of stone. I might try enhancing this effect by not centering the cross, but that might screw up the composition.

Untitled
by Gnarf

Comment:
you are a frickin' genius.

Silky-Smooth Ride to Heaven
by jaysonmc

Comment:
byooootifull!! I didn't vote in this challenge or you would've gotten a glowing comment from me!

Dreamscape
by Giorgio

Comment:
she looks like she doesn't have any legs.

15
by mia67

Comment:
I love the humility of photography. It's a lesson for all the other art forms. In general, we tend to feel like we're *finding* beauty rather than creating it. I think that's a healthy attitude. This photo is a good example. The photographer is not the only one shaping this image, and a tension is created between the models' intentions, the photographer's intentions and the end result. This keeps the photo from being contrived even though it's "posed." An important distinction here is that you didn't pose them. They posed themselves, but their knowledge of the photograph is limited. They don't know how you are framing it. They don't know what the other models are doing. They don't even completely know what they themselves look like. This is hardly unusual, of course. It happens whenever somebody points a camera and says "Say Cheese!" But within this framework, you have some added complications that I enjoy. The windshield, for instance, and its reflections, complicating their forms. Your processing takes advantage of the odd effects of this windshield by creating an old down-home-country-style look to the whole shot. I can't help but think of West Virginia. Another "complication" is the triangular shape that the children create together. It is a forceful visual element that the models are completely unaware of. It becomes a strong visual symbol of people having a part to play in something bigger than themselves. In this case, perhaps a family dynamic. Notice that one child, in the bottom corner of the triangle, looks away from you toward the floor. Another child must strain to look above him. The child on top grabs the spotlight, but seems a little awkward there. Perhaps she is insecure about it or does it only because no one else will. Her waving arm unconsciously points to the other girl, who is also in a bottom corner but stares assertively into the camera. She seems to be in a world of her own, or at least a photograph of her own. The windshield reflections seem to be gravitating to her. She becomes the unexpected focal point of the photo.

The car serves as a chaotic, mechanical, almost claustrophobic frame, enhances the effect that this was one random, chaotic moment plucked from the stream of time.

The overall effect is a photo that seems artless but has great energy and beauty.

Doomed Plastic Love
by UrfaK

Comment:

Originally posted by UrfaTheGreat: Originally posted by purpleflutterby13: Cool image. The colours do look doomed, and I like the composition. I'd imagine the flowers would look even more interesting if you set them on fire :) hehe.. that was the idea.. but this was near a lot of electrical wiring.. and my gran would have killed me if I burnt her plastic roses.. ^_^

just ignore her... she's a pyro!!! hahaha

DePhunk Limited
by rinac

Comment:
Corinna DePhunk was a spoiled child. Her parents had made a fortune with laser-guided staple guns and could never say no to her, no matter what she asked. It was a childhood with no limits, ponies in submarines, hula on the high seas, phenomenal flying machines... but nothing ever seemed enough. She thought there must be something more extravagant she hadn't thought of yet... some brilliant ecstatic ridiculous bauble that would make her happy. In her teen years she became interested in photography and spent obscene amounts on top-of-the-line digital cameras, German glass, an entire spectrum of lights, supermodels... but all her pictures seemed... kinda... meh. They were no better than this guy in Iceland named Paris or something like that. Horrified that she could bring to bear anything in the outside world but still fail because she was lacking something inside... she gave it all away to the North Jersey Photography Club. She renounced her whole fortune and went off to the Lower East Side to die like a rat.

And there...

in the garbage...

she found an old Polaroid camera. She took a picture of moldy lasagna... and... it was beautiful. the most beautiful photo she had ever taken. That's when she knew she that it was only by letting the outside world limit her that she could find the unlimited possibility within herself. She made instruments out of garbage and played on the streets until the world took notice. And when it came time to sign that first record deal, she knew just what she wanted to call herself.

Message edited by author 2014-06-12 10:54:29.