Luminous Landscape Forum
The Art of Photography => User Critiques => Topic started by: Ivophoto on February 07, 2019, 03:43:14 pm
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But I like it, color image B&W raped.
(https://uploads.tapatalk-cdn.com/20190207/ec302d45cd4a9ae2a5659acf166415a6.jpg)
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I can see why you like it.
If it was me given the drama of the clouds I'd brutalise the foreground adding massive contrast to draw out the curves and stuff which I assume is half the appeal.
But no-one has ever told me I am subtle.
Mike
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I can see why you like it.
If it was me given the drama of the clouds I'd brutalise the foreground adding massive contrast to draw out the curves and stuff which I assume is half the appeal.
But no-one has ever told me I am subtle.
Mike
Subtlety is for the weak in heart.
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... color image B&W raped.
A brutally raped image? I think you two got that right ;)
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Subtlety is for the weak in heart.
Nonsense, Ivo; subtle is the gentleman's rapier to the hooligan's cutlass. By the time the hooligan lifts it over his head to swipe, he has already been impaled.
Of course, he might not realise that for a little while.
I was going to be generous and make a political analogy for you to enjoy, but then I thought better of it: a click of the digit is even faster than a lunge.
;-)( (That's street signage for undecided.)
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Nonsense, Ivo; subtle is the gentleman's rapier to the hooligan's cutlass. By the time the hooligan lifts it over his head to swipe, he has already been impaled.
Of course, he might not realise that for a little while.
I was going to be generous and make a political analogy for you to enjoy, but then I thought better of it: a click of the digit is even faster than a lunge.
;-)( (That's street signage for undecided.)
See it like this, Rob:
By the time your hooligan enjoy his camp fire roasted squirrel, you gentlemen is still scratching the bark attempting to get some firewood.
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See it like this, Rob:
By the time your hooligan enjoy his camp fire roasted squirrel, you gentlemen is still scratching the bark attempting to get some firewood.
And to think that I had imagined you to be a man of the world!
The gentleman would be in his comfortable tent eating fillet steak prepared by his chef, done to a turn to suit his master's tastes precisely.
The hooligan only gets to eat his tree rat after the chores have all been done. It's the class system again, I'm afraid. Or is that, perchance, too political a point to have made here today?
;-)
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And to think that I had imagined you to be a man of the world!
The gentleman would be in his comfortable tent eating fillet steak prepared by his chef, done to a turn to suit his master's tastes precisely.
The hooligan only gets to eat his tree rat after the chores have all been done. It's the class system again, I'm afraid. Or is that, perchance, too political a point to have made here today?
;-)
O, I ‘m a man of the world, I can ensure you. Even to that extent I don’t believe anymore in the western colonial model where the gentleman sits in his tent and eloquently insult the colonized nation when a local spills some sauce over the gentlemen’s white tuxedo.