... although the photo of the old schoolhouse really stuffs a lot of information in a small space without being cluttered. Great composition and that old heater is terrific.
Some excellent photos, starting with your saxophone player. That one reminds me of a sax player I once saw and heard outside a Bourbon St. nightclub. He would step out periodically and play a few riffs, very smooth and sweet, to draw attention to the place.
There's a sad old railroad station in my hometown that the leading constest photo evokes strong memories of. The New York Ontario & Western station was once a showplace. Now, sadly, it's a derelict on its way to becoming ruins. Time has its way with all things. The dark moodiness of the contest photo conveys that.
I wish we could hear what the saxophonist is playing.
What do most people really hear -- or notice -- when they're bustling about the workaday world?
One of our very finest violinists -- I believe it was Joshua Bell, whose scheduled concerts regularly fill concert halls to overflowing -- performed an experiment several years ago.
He didn't bother to comb his hair one morning, dressed in torn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, took his Stradivarius (worth several hundred-thousand dollars!) into a New York Subway station not far from Carnegie Hall where he was scheduled to perform that week, and started to play a famous Bach partita written for solo violin.
I'm sure you can guess what happened, right?
Virtually NO ONE recognized Joshua, and virtually NO ONE stopped to listen to the glorious music for even a few seconds.
That's supposedly a true story, and doesn't it speak volumes about the nature of human perception?
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Fantastic.
I'd vote for the photo of the gallows.
I like a photo that makes you do a bit of a double take. The gallows is well composed and lit and has attractive contrast.
Striking and then you see the rope.
... although the photo of the old schoolhouse really stuffs a lot of information in a small space without being cluttered. Great composition and that old heater is terrific.
Some excellent photos, starting with your saxophone player. That one reminds me of a sax player I once saw and heard outside a Bourbon St. nightclub. He would step out periodically and play a few riffs, very smooth and sweet, to draw attention to the place.
There's a sad old railroad station in my hometown that the leading constest photo evokes strong memories of. The New York Ontario & Western station was once a showplace. Now, sadly, it's a derelict on its way to becoming ruins. Time has its way with all things. The dark moodiness of the contest photo conveys that.
I wish we could hear what the saxophonist is playing.
What do most people really hear -- or notice -- when they're bustling about the workaday world?
One of our very finest violinists -- I believe it was Joshua Bell, whose scheduled concerts regularly fill concert halls to overflowing -- performed an experiment several years ago.
He didn't bother to comb his hair one morning, dressed in torn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt, took his Stradivarius (worth several hundred-thousand dollars!) into a New York Subway station not far from Carnegie Hall where he was scheduled to perform that week, and started to play a famous Bach partita written for solo violin.
I'm sure you can guess what happened, right?
Virtually NO ONE recognized Joshua, and virtually NO ONE stopped to listen to the glorious music for even a few seconds.
That's supposedly a true story, and doesn't it speak volumes about the nature of human perception?
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