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Cornwall 2016


Little bridge at Trebah Garden, Cornwall. SOOC: I was trying out a few of the presets on the D750 - just playing really. This one is called "miniature effect" or something - it was all the rage for about ten minutes a few years ago. Now, there is a camera setting for it... essentially the setting seems to boost contrast, boost saturation and adds blur top and bottom of the picture making your landscape look like a model railway or some such, reminding me of the hours and hours I spent as a kid making dioramas for Tamiya models of German tiger tanks or US desert-ready jeeps - little plastic bags of lichen, melted sprue, sand, plaster, polystyrene ceiling tiles doing service as the walls of a bombed-out French farmhouse. Ah me, the energy put into those little worlds - is the drive to make those the same as the drive to make photographs: the desire to control the world, to "capture" it?

UPDATE: Every time I look at this picture I like it less. But I'm leaving it in because it is referred to in the post above. So, apologies, but there you have it. 

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Waltercio Caldas

Portrait taken at Cecilia Brunson Project, Bermondsey.

From Wikipedia:

Waltércio Caldas Júnior (born 6 November 1946), also known as Waltércio Caldas, is a Brazilian sculptor, designer, and graphic artist. Caldas is best known as part of Brazil's Neo-Concretism movement as well as for his eclectic choices in materials.