Prague Castle, Prague-While processing the last photo, I applied a couple of edits (no filters) and suddenly I ended up with something that looked like a pencil sketch.So I kept going.Don't ask me how I did this or to repeat it because I have no idea how I got these results.I just know that I like it.
St. Vitus Cathedral and Prague Castle
St. Vitus Cathedral, PragueClosing up shop once the sun had set, we headed back down into the sea of tourists. Spiraling down the stone steps, I paused for a moment at an opening and looked back out on the scene as if to imprint it in my mind.Suddenly, I noticed that the buildings were being lit up by lights. Oh crap! I exclaimed. They light up the buildings up at night, I continued as I looked to the wife with puppy dog eyes pleading her to allow me to go back up to the top of the tower and take more pictures.Mission accomplished.
Piazza del Duomo
Piazza del Duomo
Piazza della Repubblica
The wandering eventually lead us to the Piazza della Repubblica by which time the skies were beginning to clear. Featured there in the square is the Carousel Antica Giostra Toscana.
Gamla Stan street view
We awoke to a blue sky and warming temperatures. As we investigated our lodgings that morning, a mystery remained about where the supposed views advertised on the airbnb site were hiding. Finally, poking my head up through the second floor skylight using the handy footstool that was kept nearby ostensibly for just such a purpose, you do see the dome of the Duomo through the city skyline.Mystery solved.
Last view of St. Vitus Cathedral
At some point, I figured it was getting late and someone might have started worrying about me. I still had to go to Old Town Square to photograph that at night, but I had to stop here at the foot of Charles Bridge just to soak the beauty of the city in just one last time.
Le Tour d'Eiffel
With a few days left before we were to head home, we returned the rental car that had transported us from Paris to Chablis, Dijon, Beaune, and Southern France at Marseille, hopped on a TGV and ended up in Paris.
Palace of Fine Arts
With the blue hour approaching, we headed back to the Palace of Fine Arts.
I've had the goal of shooting Disney Hall in Los Angeles yet never seemed to have managed to arrange it. Getting to the top of Bunker Hill, I did a quick walk by to "scout" out the best angles and views. I settled on this one, at the corner of South Grand and West 2nd.
Open window in stucco wall
Back among the casitas with their clay tile roofs and stucco walls, I came across an open window that seemed like it could be an interesting subject for a photograph. Back home and months removed, whatever the inspiration was for the shot had disappated.So I rolled up my sleeves and processed the stuffing out of the photo.Maybe its the stucco, but there's something nostaglic about the result of my photographic subversion.
Point Bonita Lighthouse
All I can think of after three hours of playing around in Zoner 15 is franken-photo. What I did to these images was not natural. But it's all I can do with limited talent.
I should probably go eat something for dinner now.
Seattle sunset at Kerry Park
From the time that I'd lived in Seattle, I'd promised myself that I would return to Kerry Park at sunset and take a picture. The view is just stunning. Apparently, the secret has gotten out because tour buses would come and go, disgorging their loads to snap quick photos and pile back on. Meanwhile, the buses idle, spewing a fetid cloud of diesel exhaust that hangs over the viewpoint.
As the afternoon wears, couples begin to show up to get their pictures taken. One appears to have just come from their wedding, another is in that period running up to the wedding. The setting sun catches a ring, which shines brightly, rejecting the lengthening shadows.
It is quite a scene, with entrepreneurial kids setting up lemonade stands to sell lemonade for 25 cents and roses for fifty cents.
With the anointed hour approaching, other photographers start coming out to the point to snap their own photos, each of whom carries with them thousands of dollars worth of gear, making my little Canon PowerShot look woefully inadequate.
More scenes from Prague
Prague streets-Yet another in my series of edited photos of Prague, manually made to resemble pencil sketches. At this point, we can probably say that this and the other similar tweaked photos constitute my pencil sketch period, like Picassos blue period. Perhaps I was an artist for the New Yorker in a past life.