Archive for May 2012

Colorful Glass – Studio Part III   2 comments

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© 2012 Paul Coffin Photography
 

© 2012 Paul Coffin Photography
 

Much to the delight of my wife, I asked if she would accompany me to the Crate and Barrel store to look for some interesting glass to photograph. Not long after we arrived I realized, naively I suppose, as I should have known better before we stepped foot into the abyss, that I am a buyer and my wife is a shopper. A quick scan of the store and I was anxious to get in and get out, but my plan was quickly dashed as I dutifully took the time to admire every other item that caught her eye. It’s not that I am entirely disinterested, it just doesn’t hold the charm for me as it does her. Perhaps it’s the mars/venus thing.

That said, today’s adventures in the studio with the introduction of color, added to my excitement and to the results I achieved. Next up, colorful liquids and ice. 🙂

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Posted May 13, 2012 by Paul Coffin in Abstract Color, Art, Photography, Studio

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Studio Glass Part II   2 comments

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Last night I spent a few more hours experimenting in the studio, with the final result shown here. A few spills and several attempts at capturing the right pour and I’m pretty happy with the results. I love the way the back light shines through the ale and the black side cards add just a hint of black along the glasses edge. I can absolutely see how it takes hours and sometimes days to get the right image in the studio.  I can’t claim to offer any creative originality here, but am excited about applying my learning to something in the future that will.

Posted May 11, 2012 by Paul Coffin in Art, Photography, Studio

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In the Studio   2 comments

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I decided to spend a bit of time in my studio experimenting with glass and reflections. It is turning out to be much more difficult than I thought and I now understand why many studio photographers have assistants. Nudge this, click, nudge that, click, move this, change this, adjust that. I have plenty to learn about this style of photography and will just need to experiment over and over to better understand the dynamics of light, glass and reflections.

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Clotheslines   Leave a comment

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Another theme I have been wanting to explore visually  is that of the clothesline. I recently celebrated a birthday, and have been writing about cultural and generational trends and activities that existed in the 70’s and 80’s that are becoming lost to time and technological “progress”. The clothesline is one such fading tradition that, outside country living, has all but disappeared due to community covenants and advances in technology. Growing up, nothing beat the fresh smell of bed sheets that hung on the clothesline all day, and the feel of the crisp and cool fabric as I slipped into nighttime dreams. It seemed the sun’s bleaching made whites truly whiter and brighter, unlike the claims of today’s fabric softeners and detergents.

The clothesline in all its simplicity, offers colors, texture, nostalgia and a glimpse into the lives of those whose cloths and linens gently sway in the wind absorbing the fresh air and smells of the countryside. One of these days, I’m going to have a clothesline, just to relive those moments. In the mean time I’ll be on the look out for more on my countryside drives, camera in tow.

Pottery at a Roadside Antique Shop   Leave a comment

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Last evening I attended an intimate concert in the rolling hills just north of the northern suburbs of Atlanta at a horse farm called  Chukkar Farms. The warm evening was filled with the sounds of country music from two singer song writers from Nashville, overlooking a large polo field with the super sized moon slowly rising in the clear sky beyond. It was truly magical and reminded me how peaceful country life can be.

This afternoon my wife and I decided to take a leisurely drive to the same area and came upon a small antique store she had been wanting to visit for some time. Attracted by the unique and colorful items that sat outside the store, I was happy to turn the car around and venture in.

This picture, is of course a high dynamic range photograph, that embellishes the color and draws detail from the shadows. The items appear to have been randomly placed on the front porch and the late afternoon sun cast just enough shadow to add contrast to the scene. I know our eyes essentially see in high dynamic range, but the texture and color in the pots was less obvious to me in the sunlight than it is in the photo.

By the way, I don’t say it in every post, but I do appreciate you dropping by to see my photographs and read my stories. I would love your feedback and encourage you to make comments as you desire.

A Moment in Time   Leave a comment

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During my second year of college I stayed in a three bedroom home with 3 other roommates in an area called Lansdowne Park, near the Lansdowne Station subway exit in Toronto at 168 Wallace St., pictured below (center). Thank you Google maps for jogging my ailing memory and Google street view for the snapshot.

 

I’m guessing the house must have been built in the 1960’s. Dates of old things escaped me then, oblivious to the history around me in my youthful exuberance. That particular year was an eventful one for me, but the memory that lingers of this place, was how much I hated having roommates and this kitchen (though the picture is one of my favorites). The kitchen, second only to the communal bathroom, was the source and location of many conflicts and shouting matches among the four of us. We were; a superior minded architecture student, a Napoleonic engineering major, a beefy hockey playing weight lifting business major thug and of course yours truly, a mild-mannered Media Arts major in the school of Photographic Arts. We had two drive by roommates, a crazy neurotic woman whose college major and all other details escape me, save her obsession with controlling the house thermostat, and a fashion major who I knew from my hometown and was the only other sane person to ever step foot on the premises in the year I lived there.

Ironically, the picture of the kitchen is exactly as I remember it, perhaps aided by the image itself no doubt. Everything about this place evoked an era I was born into. Too young in my pre-teen years to appreciate the beauty of the simplicity of a time when freezers needed to be “defrosted” and ovens had knobs and warming sections with antiquated elements that rarely seemed to bring water to a boil. Wall paper was popular in those days and of course what child of the 60’s didn’t have wood paneling in one room or another. This very hip kitchen had both!

I remember my mother getting a new Tupperware sugar container, identical to the one pictured on the table, and was delighted to watch the sugar pour onto the overflowing teaspoon that sat atop my hot tea. Was it possible the sugar was even sweeter coming out of the container? I think it was.

Plastic milk crates were of particular use to college students back then, since replaced with all things Ikea. How sad. I distinctly remember sneaking around the back of the corner store down the street in the wee hours of the morning to collect my plastic milk crate kitchen pantry, cloths (dirty and clean) containers, and of course who could forget record album storage bins.

Despite the trials and tribulations that come with roommates, independence, college induced poverty and less than comfortable living quarters, these were unforgettable years in my life. A time I would not trade for the world. I cannot imagine returning to those days, but envy those living them now.