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Huele a Costa

Friends,

Good photos use subject, light, color, contrast, texture and composition to create an overall pleasing effect. Great photos add the whimsical, unexpected and inspiring. Good photographers know the rules, understand their gear, are deliberate about their approach, experiment with different variables and welcome the unexpected. Great photographers combine motive, means and opportunity (or was that criminals?) They strive to create, not recreate some archetype of beauty. They go beyond technique and touch the soul. Which is an awkward way to introduce some photos I took on my cell yesterday afternoon. I’m no great photographer, but I was trying to challenge my process and habits. On my sunset run, I kept an eye out for counterintuitive subjects and soon realized the sewer system along the trail had a lot to offer. This resulted in four photos (and an average pace of 14 minutes per mile — the word “run” may have been overly generous). I call this series “coastal smells” (an expression used by mountain folk in Ecuador to describe funky odors, particularly, decaying organic matter). This, again, turns out to be an awkward way to bid you adieu whilst I go fetch me some donuts. O well.

    I Sea

    Topsy Turvy

    Open Floodgates

    Up Periscope!

Happy Friday!

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