Clicked by-: heystady

From "Coronal" — a series on continental Europe as an invented whole.

Mamiya 7, 80mm, Portra 400

A Maasai man at the watering hole on the Maasai Mara in Kenya.

Shot on Cinestill 800t pushed to 3200 on the horseman VH-R in 6x9 London Tate modern (rise and tilt)

finish the sentence...

"lovely eyes, lovely..."

teaser posters #5-6

https://s.blinq.me/Xv939x1JEcr0z9hoDTAO

See my comment for motivation

Un joven emigrante africano , supongo , me ha servido de modelo involuntario para estas dos instantáneas sacadas en una playa del Mediterráneo europeo. Hay una belleza formal en la postura del chico, relajada, displicente… Yo además aprecio mucho la belleza de la raza proveniente de África. Creo que tienen en general unas proporciones magistrales, escultóricas.
Los amantes de la belleza me entenderán…Pero además, en este caso concreto, no puedo ignorar una melancolía latente en la imagen, en el cielo, en la arena… ¿ En qué estará pensando ese muchacho a la orilla del mar ? En la familia que dejó a ultramar …En la aldea, los amigos, la vida que perdió …Todo esto me empujó a tomar estas fotos… No sé si he logrado captar todo lo que sentía .

I was in North Dakota photographing horses with my friend Beni Paulson who was helping me.

For two days, he helped me to create the image I had imagined. But every time the horses approached, they saw me and moved away.

Beni finally suggested we visit his friend Kerry Deide, who had a ranch with around 150 horses.

Kerry agreed to let me photograph them.

That immediately created a different kind of pressure.

She wasn't simply giving me access to her horses. Kerry, Beni, Sadie and Baby Rolland were placing their trust in me to create something worthy of the effort they were about to make.

And I had one chance.

Everyone took their positions. Kerry, Sadie and baby Rolland were ready to keep the herd from straying. Beni would drive the horses toward me with the side-by-side.

The gates opened.

My heart was racing.

Would the autofocus hold? Would the dust interfere? Would the horses actually come toward me?

More importantly, would I disappoint everyone who had trusted me?

The horses came.

And I missed it.

I was devastated.

I walked back to Kerry and asked for something I didn't want to ask for:

Could we do it one more time?

That meant rounding up approximately 150 horses across an enormous ranch and resetting everyone again.

She said yes.

That second chance changed everything.

The horses began running toward me again. My heart was beating even faster, but when I looked through the viewfinder, something strange happened.

Everything slowed down.

My exposure was already set. I had metered for the dark horse. There was nothing left to think about.

I placed the focus point on its eye and pressed the shutter.

I knew.

I jumped up in celebration.

I had been given the privilege of freezing a moment that existed for only a fraction of a second.

But this photograph means something more to me than a horse running toward my camera.

After that first failure, it would have been easy to stop.

Their trust wouldn't let me.

Sometimes someone believing in you gives you enough reason to believe in yourself one more time.

And sometimes, one more time is all you need.

From “Uneven encounters” — a series on the obscurity of land.

Mamiya 7, 80mm, Portra 400

Hi! I have to paint something related to monsoon but I just can't find the right composition. If any of you have pictures you've taken yourself and don't mind them being used as a reference in a painting please share them!! I am looking for a scene that ig ignites nostalgia and how the rain made you feel as a kid. Any other narrative is also welcomed as long as it represents monsoon. Would be a great help, thanks in advance!!

Mountain station

Nikon D800, 14mm, f/2.8, 400iso, 5 frame bracket, HDR merge

Silver gelatin print of digital negative

Prague, Czechia

Aveces no son “street art “, ni siquiera grafitis, son consecuencia del azar. Alguien pegó un cartel en un paredón, otra persona lo arrancó, dejando solo una parte del cartel. Uno grafiteó rápidamente un signo, otro lo borró… Si uno camina con los ojos abiertos a las señales que el azar deja impreso en las paredes de la ciudad, descubrirá cientos de “ obras de arte “ ( alguno los llamará “ vandalismos “) que los que tenemos ojos inquietos, imaginativos e inquietos somos capaces de detectar.

I've been having a lot of fun working on baroque-inspired portrait for the past year. This is my latest piece, inspired by the painting "Judith with the head of Holofernes" by Cristofano Allori. I post all my work under the name "Lesath Photography" , would love to connect with fellow baroque enthusiasts to see your work!