Images and Words
After photographing so many hoops games this semester I’m looking for other ways to spice up my images—not just your average shot of a lay-up or three-pointer. This season is coming to a close, but next year I’ll start experimenting with 400mm lenses, wide angles and different detail shots.
The Cal women’s basketball team played their last home game at Haas Pavilion against the number two team Stanford.
A large group of African American UC Berkeley students held a silent protest at Sather Gate this afternoon. They linked arms, wore all black and covered their mouths with black bandanas.
I’ve taken an unfortunate hiatus from blogging as school is getting ramped up again. In celebration of being back online I’m passing along this hilarious video I found made by a man infected with TB who was quarantined for 55 days. Check it out.
What better way to spend a Saturday evening than with good friends and good food? I’m experimenting more with food photography, without lights so far. A friend and I have been planning to compiling a cook book of simple, healthy eats. Saturday night was a test run for some of the recipes. More to come on that cook book later.
The Berkeley Public Library has a little used book store in the main entrance of its branch on Shattuck Avenue. Peruse a stack of poetry, find a cookbook or pick up a lightly used (but very discounted) autobiography. That’s what I did!
Every once in a while I indulge myself and take a morning walk through downtown Berkeley. The photographs this morning—with the winning combo of a looming sky and brilliant sun—made themselves.
In one of my first photo classes at UC Berkeley my professor showed an image of rumpled sheets lying on a bed. (The artist’s name escapes me now.) She rendered perfectly detail in the highlights and shadows giving the image a intimate and very real feel. The immaculate detail of the large format image was arresting. Every thread in the cotton sheets showed, but the folds still looked velvety—so inviting.
The afternoon sun blazed through the windshield as we wound our way down the mountain and back to El Cerrito.
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