Showing posts with label candid photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label candid photography. Show all posts
The sun came right into the Waves Coffee House in the late afternoon. It didn't order anything; it just stood in the doorway and glared at everyone. Laptops are like vampires when it comes to both electricity, and direct sunlight -- almost everyone moved themselves, and their hardware to the back of the restaurant; some customers might have even decamped for the washrooms -- any farther back, and they'd have been in the back alley. I was getting two Megabytes-plus file transfer speeds, and wasn't inclined to move so much as an inch. Click the image to enlarge it.
I was aiming for the city works crew in the distance. This woman appeared out of nowhere, and, well -- way to take over a scene. That's how to walk in an alley!
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Her focused shot came after about ten like this![/caption]All day, I was running into lane-blocking city works crews, with their indefatigable fllaggers, orange traffic cones, and blinking lights. When I saw this crew, I decided to take some photos of them, I set my little tripod up on the teal dumpster and started snapping, but the camera just wouldn't focus, until this shot, and only for this shot. Obviously the camera prefers to take photos of women, and who can blame it. The accidental subject didn't mind being accidentally photographed, and kept right on walking. In my imagination she still is. Click the images to enlarge them.
The mural on the left was the subject of this post ►
Camera wouldn't focus, and then the Yellow Cab jumped into the shot, blocking most of the odd-looking four-wheeled ATV vehicle. It's almost cool how the two front ends seem to blend together. Almost! Click to see just how blurry the photo is.
Happened to look up from my coffee at Waves today, and look across the street -- two kids were setting up to take a photo in the doorway of a shop. I was chuckling to myself because last night that very spot was host to a difficult drunk who required the services of not one, but two police cars. I used the camera's zoom to have a better look, and snapped a few shots in the process. I wondered why the shop wasn't open; they sell some of the the best-quality umbrellas in Vancouver; business should be good after Wednesday's deluge. Anyway, when I looked back a moment later the pair was gone. Click the photos to enlarge them.
Night before last. Fellow across the lane watched as I stood, bracing the camera against the corner of a building, taking photo after photo; each time the camera bleated an advance burst of red light in a vain attempt to focus on the Moon.
Real Windows can be just as difficult as the eponymous OS, only better. Here we're peeping through a garage window; on the far wall is a really big Canadian flag. What looks interesting, but understandable, to the eye, becomes inexplicable to the camera. I wouldn't not even crop these photos. Click the images to enlarge them.
"My God — it's full of stars!"
OK, it doesn't really remind us of Bowman's exclamation in 2010: The Year We Make Contact (1984), so maybe we're full of it, but I liked the the juxtaposition, particularly as I found the cart just exactly as you see it. It wasn't there this morning, so I would guess, by now, if anything, it's full of bottles. Binners who rely on the kindness of strangers for the tools of their trade, moan these days that shopping carts are getting hard to come by.
A shopping cart binner once tried to tell me, quite earnestly, that shopping carts were only rated to hold 40 pounds-or-so, as opposed to the 100 pounds for a standard bicycle trailer, such as mine. I laughed at him -- welded, steel wire shopping carts should be able to carry several hundred pounds, perhaps up to 1000 pounds! I would prefer we called them shopping trolleys, like in most Commonwealth countries, but I also think bike trailers should be bike carts, because I grew up understanding that a cart had two wheels -- current definitions say two or four. Click the images to enlarge them.
If I could, I'd get you one -- you and I both know you want it. Who among us couldn't find something to do with one of these? Light gardening, weeding, digging an extension for that End Times bomb shelter. When you're not backing, and filling, you could just sit in it and use it as your "quiet place;" it even has really big cup holder.
This is a shot of the Royal Bank building on the North-East corner of Broadway and Granville. I'm very fond of this kind of 1950s Modernist architecture -- the limestone panels, and marble veneer, along with a ... ah heck. Who am I kidding. It's true, I like this building, but I see the darn thing EVERY day! I was trying to take another dumb photo of a eye-catching car in traffic. Simple task, simple camera. Simple Stanley! Yeesh!
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