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Scavenger Hunt Update

Well, this is it. The last truly official post I do for DS106. Yeah, we’ve had some times. I can’t say that all have been pleasant, but we’ve certainly… ah… had some times. This coming week is finals week, then dead week, then the official end of my undergraduate career. That said, I have not finished the photos I wanted to take for my scavenger hunt. I’ll probably finish them over the summer, when I’ll probably have more time between working at a part time job and looking for a full-time job.

Out of 25 terms required to “complete” the assignment, I did 18. A couple of them have more than one photo, and I have several more pictures in the works, taken but not edited. If I were less of a perfectionist I might have posted them already. But here’s the deal: either I post something I don’t think is ready now and remove it later, or I spend more time on the piece and leave it in Flickr. Over the past couple months, I’ve taken photos out of Flickr because they were clearly not good. I want to showcase only the photos I consider ready.

You can see all of the photos in the “Scavenger Hunt” tab on my site. I’ll only post the ones I’m particularly happy with here.

Food

I didn’t do much but arrange this one. I love the angles and the colors and the detail. It might not be the most exciting photo I took over the course of this assignment, but it was delicious to clean up afterwards. The milk was entirely necessary because I accidentally added too much pepper. I did plan this shot out, but it wasn’t the most extravagant photo I took.

Discovery

I like this photo not only because the subject is cute, but because I think the composition is interesting. I wound up centering Birby, but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing because the real framing device (the newspaper) forces him to appear somewhat off-center. Also, it’s difficult to work with animal subjects and this was made even harder since this was in low-light and he kept moving around.

Monochrome

This was an easy shot to take. I knew I wanted to do flowers, and my camera has a monochrome setting on it. All I had to do was choose the flowers I wanted to take pictures of. I took pictures of both yellow and blue pansies and was convinced by Mauve and Twitterless Boy that the blue looked better. Now that I’ve looked back on them again, I am inclined to agree. The blue is very soft looking.

Joy

This was the first picture I took. I love how it turned out and I’m pretty sure that’s because I planned most of the details out. I told Chibi to wear blue so that the yellow would stand out more, I decided against photographing her face since I don’t think that it would add to the photo- we too often associate joy with facial expressions like smiling. To me, joy could be something as simple as yellow flowers. We wanted to do sorrow as sort of the end to that expression, with dead flowers cupped in somebody’s palms, but the yellow flowers were all gone and the other plants we had access to at the time were virtually unrecognizable when wilted.

Man v Man

This is a good example of model/director cooperation. I wanted to put him in the same photo, fighting himself (after working through several other ideas), and he pretty much decided the rest. He even sat behind me when I was photoshopping it to make suggestions. My models were pretty awesome.

Envy

They were so patient with me and allowed me to move them all over. They even contributed to the expressions and the eventual shot that wound up as Envy. THANKYOUSOMUCH, CHIBI, TITUS, MAUVE, AND TWITTERLESS BOY!

This was the shot that took the most work. I found a tutorial that walked me through it. It was actually a lot of fun and I plan on looking into more tutorials when I have less studying to do.

Wrath

In the end, I affirmed my love of planned photography and came out of it with a few tips. If you ever plan on doing this:

1.) Plan out your shots well in advance and take them as soon as the opportunity presents itself. I forgive my own procrastination since I was occupied in doing other homework, but there will be days when you can’t take the photos and days when you can.

2.) Be prepared to take several photos for each subject, especially if you plan on photoshopping things. For the shopping to look right, the photos need to be clean. Also, if you think the bones of your composition aren’t good, the end result will not wind up looking that great either.

3.) Be flexible. You might not be able to do that spectacular thing you wanted to do, but you can easily adapt the idea and come up with something else. Don’t stress about it too much because that stress can easily come back to make you resent ever taking the challenge.

4.) Be patient, both with your models and with yourself. Try to make the entire experience as positive as possible and even if the photos don’t turn out all right, you’ll still have the memories of a fun time.

Since I liked doing the last post so much…


Five Card Story: i caused it

a ds106 story created by Tempest (Erin)


flickr photo by les.epinards


flickr photo by paulhami


flickr photo by ravnclaw89


flickr photo by ravnclaw89


flickr photo by Intrepid Flame

i did this. i am a monster. no better than the things i set loose

oh god, oh god, they’re in the stairwell. i can hear their nails scrabbling against the concrete and wood. it sounds like death.

di water. electrical current, something of alchemy, something of chemistry. we weren’t exactly sure what we were doing, but it was important. more important than any of us. not carol, who had discovered the cure for cancer, not damien, who had gone to the middle east and helped people. they were good, [procreating] good people.

i am going to vomit. there’s no hell horrible enough for a [procreator] like me.

we had safety measures. we had containment units within containment units. and those were surrounded by yet more barriers and blockades. we had nothing but the best in mind. alarms seemed unnecessary. the military was only marginally interested. they were the contingency plan. none of this was supposed to happen.

the spooks warned us to leave off, of course. they have a [procreating] sixth sense about these things. we continued on. it was going to be our holy grail, our masterpiece. magnum opus.

i wasn’t there when the thing happened. i was busy watching the latest crichton movie. i was going to ask this chick on a second date (that’s what i told myself).

it never happened. the high alarm sounded and i hightailed it out of there. i knew what it meant, even if i didn’t actively admit it to myself or anyone else. i left them behind and holed myself up in the tallest building i could find.

from there, i saw everything. the mass murder when it started, the exodus of survivors to the docks, which was only more murder when they found that they were out there too, in torpor. waiting. waiting. oh, god. they’re waiting for me too. i’m running out of food.

i have a camera. ihave a [procreating] camera with high zoom. i can see the deaths of others from afar, but this new perspective is not a comfort.

they’re coming. all i can think of is that i should have asked that chick on a second date. even if the world ended in the next minute, at least i would have had that hope. am i the last one left? alive, i mean?

they’re through the door

they are coming they are coming


The Hero’s Journey Part 6: Following more light (Reverend lineage)

This is the Jim Groom lineage, please read Part 5: The Tunnel before this one. If you would like to start from the beginning, please click here.

Famous Hags of Filmland
((Photo credit to Glamhag))

Knife glinting with the torchlight in one hand, the burning branch in the other, I walked down the tunnel. The floor was smooth after a point, which indicated that the tunnel had been much used, or man-made. Or, perhaps, both.

I followed it cautiously, remembering that I needed to think of not only myself, but my sister as well.

The light grew. It wasn’t a light I had ever seen before. It played off the walls of the cave with a purple dance that made me halt to watch it. It seemed to condense into figures, familiar figures though it felt like it had been an eternity.

The scene, pulled from purple light, began with a room. A man was sitting by a bedside, putting a hand to his wife’s forehead. He shook his own head. He left that room (which disappeared as he moved) and stood under a tree, smoking. In silence, a bird flew into the tree above him and he appeared to watch it. The man went back into his house and stood in front of four children. Each of these he sent out in turn.

The scene melted, then was reconstructed into the man’s bedroom again. Several people stood around the bed now, one a doctor. He was busy talking to the man as the others placed flowers on a table and held the woman’s hand as she remained motionless aside from the slight heaving of her chest for breathing.

I jumped as a creaking old voice said, “You shall not watch any longer.”

I whirled around. A bent old woman was standing there, staring at me with flat blue eyes. Stupidly, for I was too startled to think of anything else, I asked, “Why?”

She replied in a voice that sounded like a thousand creaking hinges, “What right do you have to the future, you who are going to live it? You may have the past and the present, unless you wish to trade them for something, but you cannot have the future. Not yet.”

Hero’s Journey Part 4:

Read Jenn’s Part Three before this one!

Bird Statue
I moved my arms and legs. They seemed whole, unbroken. My knife was still with me.

When I rose to my feet, it felt like I had aged centuries. I looked at my hands, but they were still as they had been when I left my father’s house. I blinked and tried to accustom myself to movement in a lateral plane.

I cannot say how long I walked in that forest, my feet falling on plants that smelled like resin. Stillness reigned over that wood, and its silence stole the sound of my own breathing as the green carpet stole the sound of my footfalls.

At length, I came upon a slight figure sitting on a stump. I approached and the child asked me, “If a tree falls in this forest, would it make a sound?”

I laughed and my voice startled me. The girl said, “I thought so. You look familiar. Have we met?”

I answered, “No. I am a stranger to these parts. Have I reached the other side of the world?”

“I’m afraid not. Have a seat and I will tell you a story.”

I sat on a clover patch and listened to her piping voice.

“I have three siblings and we were sent out on a quest to find something of great importance. I went West, following the sun. As a token for my journey, I received a mirror that was said to be magic. As night fell, the full moon’s light glinted off of my mirror and caught the attention of a silver bird. I followed it to a well.

“This well was made of silver and of light and the bird disappeared into it. I lowered myself in the bucket for a long, long time. During this, I could hear the bird singing. The song went something like-” At this point she tried to hum something, but it was too wild and too soft for me to get any sense of the tune.

“When the bucket hit the bottom of the well, I was greeted by seven silver soldiers. They told me that I was trespassing on the soil beneath the Sacred Well. If I wished to live, I would return the way I came. I tried, but the bucket broke. They tried to kill me, but I used the mirror to bounce light into their eyes. They were blinded and I scrambled about, calling here and there. They, trying to hit me, hit each other instead and fell like shards to the ground.

“I left them and continued on, searching for the silver bird. And that is what I am doing.”

I realized then that this girl was my sister, somehow transformed into a child.