warm froth for this chill – Haiku for a morning at Meshuggah – St. Louis Loop

warm froth for this chill,
bitter as coming winter;
americano

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Matt’s Lomo Effect

We live in amazing times. The difference between the pictures below is the result of applying only one effect which I downloaded from the Internet which was created for my Lightroom photoediting program. In fact, I too could come up with a series of adjustments and then export them as a “preset” and put it on the Internet and share it with other folks.

The effect that Matt has created here, very successfully I should add, is a special one, though. Matt has intimitated some of the effects one may get from using a Lomo camera. These cheap cameras, made in the former Soviet Union, were somewhat unreliable, but also could produce images with high contrast, intense color saturation, cool vignetting and accidental blurring from time to time. My friend, Jeremy Huggins, created some beautiful images with his Lomo. The only one I can find online currently, though, is his entry into my last photo contest (#7 here).

I am not sure how much I will use this effect, and I will likely tinker with it when I do, but I find lomo-style images very appealing.

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meshuggah lamp lomo

The Sun Sets on “Nature is Never Spent”

Well, this evening, with a few simple snips of fishing filament, I will be taking down “Nature is Never Spent” from Meshuggah.

Thank you to all who visited. Even though I did not visit Meshuggah much during the month it was up as a customer, it was very nice to know as I drove by or contemplated friends sitting there that the exhibit was up around them.

Oh, and if you bought a picture, it should be yours in a very short amount of time. Thank you.

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THE WORLD is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Nine out of 18…

…fifty percent, is not bad at all for the number of pictures sold in my current photo show. However, I would be happy to sell some more before (or after) the show comes down next Wednesday. Many thanks to everyone who has visited the exhibit either virtually or online. Oh, and if you mention it, this discount still applies.

Still available (in most-to-absolutely-least-surprising order)
Rust
Dearest Freshness, Deep Down Things
Archetype
Sunflowers for Vincent
Ichabod
Maple Seed Still Life
Pull Tab, 2005
Fallen
Shine