"I wandered lonely as a cloud" -Wordsworth
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Comment by bood:
Outstanding image with immense mood! Well done.
Thanks for the comments, really appreciated
david

Watching My Own Existence
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Comment by posthumous:

Originally posted by agenkin: The way I understood your alegory is that he's looking at his reflection, distorted by the ripples that he created. Am I missing something?

Well, once you mentioned his reflection, it seemed obvious. But actually when I came up with the title I was only thinking about his ripples. In a sense, he created the ripples (as we create art, create photos), whereas the reflection is more passive. Though in another sense, the reflection is caused by light waves rippling out from us, so really isn't that different after all. So, no, you're not missing anything. We have two elements now: the ripples and the reflection, and we can combine them any way we wish to create various meditations. :)

And we are watching the boy as the boy watches himself. And as the photographer, I am watching myself, since this photo "rippled" from my actions. And as a viewer, you become the photographer watching himself. I need a drink.

Watching My Own Existence
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Comment by agenkin:

Originally posted by posthumous: No I wouldn't expect you to get it from the picture. The title is kind of its own poem meant to interact with the picture. Hopefully, the picture has its own merits. To be honest, I sincerely doubt the boy IS looking at his own reflection.

What matters is the illusion, created by the picture. Even if the boy is simply trying to recite the multiplication table in his head, if it *looks* like he's looking at his reflection, that's good enough. :)

Just to make sure you understand, I'm not trying to shoot the picture down. It's a beautiful picture with a mood.

Originally posted by posthumous: Oh, and another obscure point: you could say he is looking at his ripples, not his reflection!

The way I understood your alegory is that he's looking at his reflection, distorted by the ripples that he created. Am I missing something?

Something Fishy
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Comment by agenkin:
Well, this is texture to me. Perhaps the texture alone in a picture is not enough...

You May Pass
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Comment by agenkin:
:) Then how do you explain this, sir?

I understand that digital cameras have this horrible tendency of blowing the red channel; my camera does that, too. This messes up the reds and yellows in the picture. Some cameras can display separate histograms for each channel, just like Photoshop, but not the lower end ones, I believe.

Not a big deal in this picture, just something to watch out for.

Textures
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Comment by posthumous:

Originally posted by agenkin: I'm getting too poetic here, to the point that I don't like it. :)

Haha! Don't stop yourself! I'll collect poems for all my pictures. :)

Something Fishy
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Comment by posthumous:

Originally posted by agenkin: Anyways, I like the square crop colour version better, I think. This is still a nice picture, though. The crop form factor is maybe a bit too weird, I am not sure what it does for me. Why did you crop it like that?

I like the square crop better, too, but I thought this met the texture challenge better. That is why it's such a severe crop. I cropped out the surface details/highlights so that nothing would "pop". A surefire formula for a low score!

I think most dpc voters were interpreting texture differently than I was. They wanted a picture of something that they could imagine touching. I was trying to create a "visual texture." In other words, a consistent pattern across the entire field of the picture. No subject, just "surface."

You May Pass
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Comment by posthumous:

Originally posted by agenkin: blown red channel?

If the red channel is blown I didn't do it! I swear, officer! ;) I've noticed that yellow has a tendency to destroy detail.

Watching My Own Existence
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Comment by posthumous:

Originally posted by agenkin: A very nice alegory, I'll need to remember it. Would not get it from the picture, though;

No I wouldn't expect you to get it from the picture. The title is kind of its own poem meant to interact with the picture. Hopefully, the picture has its own merits. To be honest, I sincerely doubt the boy IS looking at his own reflection.

Oh, and another obscure point: you could say he is looking at his ripples, not his reflection!

Gold in the Heartland
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Comment by ShutterPug:
there is something about the sky - looks mottled or pixelated. When I scroll down to the comment box, I notice that a more interesting crop would have been to crop the entire sky out - leaving just the fainter color trees at the top.