I took a few pictures that I like recently, so here you go.
A couple of the crops are unconventional, but these aren’t for printing, so who cares?
A few recent pictures
Tag: Photography
Winter birds are best birds
The weather here has turnedโwell and truly, finallyโto winter. Which means both dusky days, and winter birds.
Many of the birds I associate with winter, like white eyes or long-tailed tits, are present year round but are more visible because of bare branches. Others, like the ducks that stop on the rivers, are just passing through. All are welcome sights, though, making the cold walks worth it.
Here are some I spotted today, December 21, 2024. For the record.
2024 – Stuff I loved
It’s inevitable, I guess, to get retrospective at this time of year. I’ve more or less stopped keeping careful track of things like media consumptionโno Goodreads lists for me, thank youโbut it’s still sometimes interesting to review. And so, here is a non-comprehensive list of things that I remember enjoying very much in 2024. Travel, books, TV, whatever, I’m not going to be strict. These are all things that made my 2024 a better year than it would otherwise have been.
First up, I visited Inbe in Bizen, Okayama several times this year. It was wonderful. I met potters, enjoyed the scenery, and learned about its history and culture in a way that was vibrant and exciting.
Another thing that made my 2024 better was engaging more actively and thoughtfully in photography. I’ve written about it before, but even apart from whatever high-minded ideas about “art” or “creativity” people want to layer onto it, the very fact of engaging in a new expressive medium has been great. I have been a “word guy” all my life. Trying to be an “image guy” now is really something special for me.
In the world of books, there have been a few standouts. The one that stands largest in my memory is The Saint of Bright Doors by Vajra Chandrasekera, which I reviewed on this blog. There’s not much else to say about it, except that its weight in my memory has only grown with time. Read it.
I also read and loved Premee Mohamed‘s The Siege of Burning Grass. It is a fantasy story set in a world at war, but the central protagonist is a true pacifist despite the brutal social pressures on being a good, patriotic subject of empire. It is a story about the irrationality of war and the true courage that is pacifism, and the pain that occurs when those are placed in irredeemable conflict. I should have reviewed it more thoroughly. It deserves much thought and rereading.
Another standout is the Japanese-language only (so far) horror book Kinkichiho no aru basho ni tsuite (About a certain place in the Kinki region) by Sesuji. It’s a “mocumentary” horror book that presents itself as a collection of research materials for a magazine, but ends up telling a story of generational evil, the terrors of the Japanese countryside, and creepy stuff in general. I loved it. I think the translation rights have been sold, but that is so far unconfirmed.
In related media, I still think about Fake Documentary Q a lot. I wish the book had been better.
Apart from all the old music I mostly listen to (shout out to Eric Satie’s Gymnopรฉdies), the new album I listened to most is Daudi Matsiko’s The King of Misery. It seems perhaps inappropriate to talk about “enjoyment” regarding such an emotionally shredding/shredded work of art, but it is beautiful and alive and well worth listening to.
And, lest anyone get the idea that I went all high-brow and Big-C Cultural in 2024, I also watched the hell out of the Reacher series on Amazon Prime because there’s something unironically appealing about watching a very big man murder the fuck out of the Bad Guys.
What were some things that made your 2024 less terrible?
A Year of Photo Club – How It’s Going
It recently dawned on me that I have been a member of the Hikari Shayukai photo club for a year now. I wrote about joining in this post: Never Too Old to Polish. It seems like a good time to reflect on what the club has been like for me.
As a rule, it has been very good. I have learned a lot from the teacher’s advice and from looking at so many other pictures, but more than anything, the ever-present idea that “I need ten good pictures this month” has encouraged mindful photography. I bring my camera everywhere and take pictures in an active way, always looking for something interesting. I am more aware of composition, though still feel unsure of it, and I am better at choosing good pictures over bad. I can say I am definitely a better photographer now than I was this time last year, simply because I have taken so, so many more photos, and paid attention to how I do it.
I still have a way to go, of course. I can be impulsive, and I often find I have missed obvious background problems because I get too caught up in the moment and the subject. But still, progress is progress.
But I am also having some… Doubts, I guess you could call them, about the actual club.
The format I described in the original post has changed a little. It still runs like a little photo competition each month, but instead of one person getting a little prize, there’s a point system now. First place gets five points, second gets three, and third gets two. Everyone else who attends with photos gets 1. No photos/attendance, no points. At the end of the year (for some reason, the fiscal year, meaning March), the person with the highest points gets some kind of prize.
What this has done is turn the class into an actual competition. We see the point totals each week. We feel a sense of actual rivalry with other members. And, I’ll be honest, it hurts that I haven’t gotten a first place once in this last year. The teacher is always very complementary. He has said I have a unique eye and that I find pictures he’s never seen before. He has even chosen some of my pictures and said they should be in shows, and I should keep pursuing these subjects.
But he keeps picking the same goddamn train and little kid pictures. The same people, month after month, get first place. I know that the points and the clapping and the ranking shouldn’t matter, but it really is discouraging. And, I’ll be honest, some of the choices he’s made are flat out wrong. Some of the pictures that get first are beautiful and amazing, but some are crass and boring. It makes me wonder if maybe I’m in the wrong group, if my goals and interests are simply too different.
But, at the same time, I like the people, and it is good to be so engaged in photography. I shouldn’t complain. But I want to, sometimes.
Anyway. Here are some of my favorite pictures of the last year that did not get ranked better than some picture of a steam train.
Setouchi Tsurezure #5 – First Photo Show
My fifth column for Setouchi was about my experiences with my first photo show, as part of my Hikari Shayukai club. The photos I showed all ended up with someone word-play/punnish types of names, which I know the editor likes. He chose to run one with two ducks appearing to kiss, which I call “ไปฒใใใใใใใใซใข.” The name means “Good friends… Maybe” but the “Maybe” is a bit of a pun on the Japanese word for ducks.
You had to be there.
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2ๆ16ๆฅ๏ฝ20ๆฅใซๅ ๅฑฑ็ทๅๅ ฌๅใงใใฒใใๅๅไผใฎๅ็ๅฑใซๅๅ ใใพใใใใพใ ใพใ ๅๅฟ่ ใชใฎใงไฝๅใๅบๅใใใฎใฏๅคงๅค็ทๅผตใใพใใใใใใงใ้ๅธธใซใใ็ต้จใซใชใใพใใใ
ใพใใฏไปใฎไผๅกใจๅฒกๆฌๅ ็ใฎๅบๅไฝใใใฃใใ่ฆณๅฏใงใใใใจใฏใจใฆใ่ฏใๅๅผทใซใชใใพใใใ่ฆใๆใซใฏ็ใๅชใใ่ชฌๆใใฆใใ ใใใ็ดฐใใๆ่กใๆใใฆ้ ใไบใใงใใพใใใๅ ทไฝ็ใชใฌใในใณใใใใใใใใพใใใ
ๆ้ไธญ5ๆฅ้ใง1,000ไบบไปฅไธใ่จชใญใฆใใ ใใใใใฎไธญใงใใใใใฎไบบใจๅ็ใฎ่ฉฑใใใใใๆๆณใไผใใใฃใใใใฆๅ็ใซๅฏพใใฆ่ชๅใฎ่ใๆนใ่ฆ็ดใใใจใใงใใพใใใใใใฆไปๅใฎไธ็ชๅคงใใๅ็ฉซใฏ่ชๅใฎไฝๅใๅฅใฎ่งๅบฆใ่ฆ็ทใง่ฆใใใจใใงใใใจใใใใจใงใใใใฎใใใใง่ชๅใฎๅ็ใใฉใ่ฆใใใใฎใใชใฉใๅฎข่ฆณ่ฆใใใๅใใ้ซใใใใจใใงใใพใใใ
ใใพใ ใซๅ็ใๆฎใ้ใ่ชๅใ่ฆใ้ข็ฝใใๆๅใไผใใไบใใฉใใใไบใๅใใใพใใใงใใใใใใฉใใใใๆฉไผใใใฃใใใใใงไธ่ฌใฎๆนใฎๆ่ฆใ่ใใๅฐใใงใๆฎใฃใๅ็ใไปใฎไบบใฏใฉใ่ฆใใฎใใๆณๅใงใใใใใซใชใใพใใใใพใ ใพใ ๅฎ็งใซใฏ็จ้ ใใงใใใใชใใจใชใใใฎๅ ใฎ้ใ่ฆใใฆใใๆฐใใใพใใ
ไปๅใฎๅบๅไฝใฏไธใคใงใใไธใคใฏ็ฌๆธๅ ใฟใคใ ในใฎ่ชญ่ ๆงใไปฅๅใ่ฆงใซใชใฃใใใจใใใ่นใถๆตใฎๆพๆใงๆฎใฃใๆตๆจใฎๅ็ใ้พๆจใใงใใใไบใค็ฎใฏไบ็พฝใฎใใฌใชใซใขใฎใไปฒใใใใปใปใปใซใขใใใใฆๆๅพใฏ่ฉๅธๅคใฎ้็ผใใฎๆงๅญใๅใใใ็งใฎ้ฆใใใงใใใๆฅๅ ด่ ใฎ็ใใใใใฎใณใกใณใใใฟใใจใไปฒใใใใปใปใปใซใขใใๅงๅ็ใซไบบๆฐใงใใใใจใใใใพใใใใใใใใใจไธ็ฌใฎๅใใๅใๅใใไบใ่ฏใใฃใใฎใงใฏใจๆใใพใใ
่ชๅใฎไธญใงใฏใ้พๆจใใไฝๅใจใใฆ่ชไฟกใใใฃใใฎใงใใใฎๅทฎใงๆทฑใ่ใใพใใใใใฏใๅ็ฉใ้้ณฅใฎ่กๅใ้ใใฆๆๆ ใๅใใใใจใฏๅคงไบใ ใจๆฐไปใใพใใใ
ๆ่ฟใฏ่ชๅใฎไฝๅใใใใคใ่ฉๅธใฎไธ็ฌไฟก้ๅ ็ใซใ่ฆใใใๆฉไผใใใใพใใใๅ ็ใๅชใใ่คใใฆใใใพใใใงใใใฏใใซใขใฎๅ็ใไธ็ชๆฐใซๅ ฅใฃใฆใใ ใใใพใใใๅ ็ๆฐใใใใฏๅ็ๅฎถใจใใฆไธ็ชๅคงใใชๆฉใฟใงใใฃใฆใ่งฃๆฑบๆนๆณใฏ่ชๅใงๆขใใชใใจใใใชใใใใใงใใ
ๅ ็ใใจใฆใ้่ฆใช่ชฒ้กใๅบใใฆใใใพใใใใใใฏใ่ชฐใๆฎใฃใไบใใชใๅ็ใๆฎใใใๅบๆฅใใฎใๅใใใพใใใ้ ๅผตใใใใชใใจใใใใพใใ