I need a monochrome Spa

More or less, I’m going to get back to my b/w settings without the choice to do anything about it.

At least for a while, even if I really don’t know why.

Oh yes, your little bastard, you know, you just don’t want to admit it – that you have a deep-rooted monochrome crush and feel that you have betrayed an old friend.

I’m born and raised in monochrome. It’s probably some kind of identity crisis.

In the beginning, I thought that color photography only was something I would do sporadically. Then I became to really like it and all of a sudden colors was dominating my photography.

I left my b/w settings and started to shoot everything in color. I also started to see and think differently. Monochrome went my second opinion.

So what’s the problem! So I like colors and if, Colours are easily made into nice monochromes in the post process. Well, that’s a part of the problem.

This is simply a weird feeling I have. And more about how I do than what I do, and what I think is better for my confused little mind.

I am suffering from very annoying alternative possibility disorders. That’s the problem. More alternatives – more problems. I don’t need more alternatives than necessary to deal with. I want less (is more. Yeah!).

When needed, it can be a very useful condition, but mostly it’s only disturbing (the good thing is – creative infinity, nothing can ever go wrong, only different).

Remember that “even if I really don’t know why” in the beginning of this text? I don’t, apparently. But I have noticed that now. I just didn’t know what I didn’t know, yet. And still not really sure… shit!

So you see, this alternative thinking even bleeds through my writings. So many, too many ways to say something. This puzzle inside my mind often makes me feel like an exploding star. And then I begin to feel a little hungry…

Ok, Stop!

So I will go back to basic and use my camera as it was a roll of film in it. Either b/w or color, not two in one.

And my precious little Fuji X100T makes great monochromes, straight from the camera (those here are not made that way, and some are mobile shots). And my monochrome mindset works so much more effective both when shooting and during the post-processing of the “negatives”.

Nothing wrong with colors, not at all. But when it comes to shooting in color on a more regular basis, I need to figure out what the hell I want to achieve more effectively. The confusion of exciting alternatives that lives inside the world of colors, or the sudden change of mood for b/w, or maybe not, or maybe… makes me bipolar.

I love it, and I just hate it at the same time.

If you don’t choose, everything will remain possible.

Maybe this is my path – to never really figure out what I want, meant to be a forever restless part of my mind.

I will keep on doing color photography anyway, however, whenever I feel for it. But not on a regular basis. And not as my standard setting.

Shooting with my iPhone will be an exception and stay my two in one whenever-wherever-however-camera.

But right now I need a relaxing monochrome spa. Focusing on the purity of shapes and contrasts without the interference of colors disturbing my little disordered head. So I will focus a lot on black and whites and the shades of grey in-between.

Less is more. And limitation is a creativity-engine making you more focused and inventive, and less disturbed by possible maybes. I need to clean up what I want.

We’ll see about that. I never trust myself. I often change quicker than I think.

Fuji X100T

 

Take Care, Peace and Love / Smike;)

 

 

 

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We the Rain and the Horses

I love this fearless little shitty piece of camera.

Well not that love maybe, but for sure a kind of limitless fun and creative machine to work with. Because you don’t have to care very much about how you handle it and where you take it.

A little bit annoying delay in the shutter moment, but that’s probably something you can make somewhat better in the settings (haven’t familiarized with its settings that much yet). Or, something you just have to deal with – and just take it and use it for what it is.

This late afternoon was really wet, from above as below. This is not a place for my Fuji X100T, it would probably get a stroke. But with my little Casio Exilim (first edition, some years old now) I don’t have to worry a shit – it just keeps on doing its job as it were my shoes.

The really fun is that it really triggers the inspiration of unboxed experimental creativity. A fearless camera makes you fearless, and also careless, you don’t think that very much about what but just shooting whatever, however. It’s just a crazy fun photo-machine.

I think owning a cheap, small, simple and rough camera like this one is a great complement. Not only because of its size and the obvious protection it has, making it great for conditions like this. Those characteristics are actually contagious on your mindset and approach to photography. It changes the rules and the imaginary frames of your mind in a box. You really stop thinking and caring very much – and that’s an awesome relief to get in touch with.

And, if I would happen to kill it I don’t have to fear agony and screaming Why! Why! My precious!

All its flaws doesn’t matter at all, actually, it makes you even more crazy careless towards your imaginary photographer image. It makes you childish. And the delay and lack of control nailing the scene exactly as you think you want it is actually a part of the fun and interesting thing. Working with a camera like this on the edge of control (bad light and weather for example) will deliver a lot of unexpected surprises that you can use to turn into creative advantages that a more expensive high-end advanced camera probably maybe wouldn’t invite you to explore. And Yeah, we’re talking about the whole process here, from when to where and your whole photographic attitude.

So, get out there and get yourself a shitty piece of fun-machine to just play around with. I promise you, you gonna love it.

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By the way. Not much of regular street photography lately. That’s just how it has become and no other reason but what happens to suits me best for the moment. Sometimes it’s just good to stay away, changing the scene and let things grow in the background. Sooner or later I’m there again. I don’t like to get stuck in predictable and expected paths.

 

 

 

Ás and new friend Glóinn

Sometimes I follow my wife and daughter to the stable. To help and make some shots. This is our two Icelandic horses Ás and Glóinn. The latter is not trained for riding yet and my daughter’s long term project making him a competition subject.

Ás is a horse of some kind of wonder in its own way capable managing almost anything with smooth calm. Nicer horse and willing to collaborate is probably hard to find.  But since my daughter also wants to evolve herself and a horse made for competition, which Ás is not – he’s too calm, she bought another one, to raise from scratch.

A real challenge, but I have no doubts. She’s a wonder just as Ás with a heart and soul just where needed when it comes to making connections with the mind of a horse.

 

 

Ás and Embla

and others

No long words here. Just some horses, my daughter, wife on a bench and thats it. And some words to say something.

Ás is the name of our icelandic horse. It’s pronounced “aus” meaning God-like as in Æsir. He truly is.

Embla is the name of the first woman in norse mythology and means little elm. She’s our first daughter, so that’s true.

No, we don’t have another daughter, she’s the one and only.The other one is a son, but he’s name is not Ask (the first man in same mythology).

But just like our daughter he also have an old name connected to the norse mythology – Terje, a merge of Thor and geir meaning Thor’s spear (more common name in Norway, maybe Iceland too, I’m not sure).

He’s not in picture here because he study miles away in a town called Lund. He’s brain is from another planet. Or maybe the future.

 

Follow my wife

Sometimes it happens that I follow my wife to the stable to help her. Not as often as I should, it’s actually quite hard workout she’s doing. Not the most fun, but when done it feels good and you have got a nice time of fresh air, happy body and refreshed head. Human bodies are created for work. Hard physical work.

It happens that I even take ride on our horse occasionally. Not as often as I should. That’s even better workout. And fun. But I’m not very good at fine tuned riding, I’m more the rough full speed galloping guy, or terrain riding. Mostly it is our daughter who rides him. And she’s a hell of Icelandic horse equestrian.

But today it only was a visit to look after the horses and take care of things. It’s no secret that I prefer the summertime when being here. During the dark half of the year it’s usually awful raw cold to be here. And pitch black.

Strangely it have it’s own remarkable attraction of being exposed by this cold darkness, and dirty rough work. After it’s over and done. But at this time of the year you definitely feel that spring is on its way after all. It’s not that cold any longer and the sun goes down later for each day that passes by. A nice way to get in touch with the seasons and feel the world.

To bring the camera along makes things even better. It’s my psychologist.

Lately I also have started to play around with colours to break my monochrome habits. It have its own language that differ from black and white. Telling a different story, a different touch. Actually I don’t favour either. I like both. But colour is much harder to find out how I like to use them.