Sorrowful goodbyes
draped with satin curtains of woe
are hastily allowed to flow
out a window in time.
Melancholy is today today,
a memory for 'marrow
comes adventures end,
glory-filled and clouded,
like a dying minnow's eyes.
swirling surrealist mists;
Dreamlike clouds of human shape,
grouping and shuffling
in aromas of childhood excitement.
Lustrous rotational pulsations;
conjoined with chilling temperatures,
creating flickers of heart
like notes in ragtime
Sorrowful goodbyes
draped with satin curtains of woe
are hastily allowed to flow
out a window in time.
Melancholy is today today,
a memory for 'marrow
comes adventures end,
glory-filled and clouded,
like a dying minnow's eyes.
swirling surrealist mists;
Dreamlike clouds of human shape,
grouping and shuffling
in aromas of childhood excitement.
Lustrous rotational pulsations;
conjoined with chilling temperatures,
creating flickers of heart
like notes in ragtime
Street photography and telephoto lens by Batsceba, journal
Street photography and telephoto lens
Community Week
There is no “perfect” focal length for Street Photography
Many photographers are not a fan of using telephoto lenses in street photography. Generally they find telephoto lenses too impersonal, without the sense of intimacy that lenses with focal lengths of 28mm-55mm (35mm and 50mm in particular) produce. The believe that these shorter focal lengths force you to get closer to your subject (sharing their human condition and feeling their environment).
However, if you analyze the works of Leiter, whose street photography is shot with a relatively long lens you have to change your mind: he compresses his scenes cre
I want to twist myself to suit the day
Tomorrow's flavor tastes of change
I'd make myself this pretty thing
If it suited what I was currently loving
I want hair that's made of straw and grass
I want blacker eyes and skin of glass
I want punched-in holes that come for free
I want to claw and bite at hypocrisy
Black's the new black and black's the new white
Cinnamon words make wrong the new right
I want to be the one who you want but the one you can't have
Out of mind, out of body, I want to be out of sight
I want to butter up this callous mind
I want to be ten-of-a-kind
And I'd gladly join this house of yours
If I could leave my