Phone cameras in the beginning had a perceived short coming of making everything in focus. I never saw it that way and loved to exploit this idea by photographing windows and reflections.
Based on the window contents I’m guessing I was in Acland Street, St.Kilda on this day ten years ago. There are several long established cake shops here. It has over the years however evolved into a bit of a backpacker hotspot.
The only picture I made on this day ten years ago. A cafe somewhere in Melbourne’s inner west.
I’m still surprised that I managed to make interesting pictures with my humble Sony Ericsson C902. At the time it was producing a larger file than the iPhone. I waited until the iPhone 4 was released before I switched.
This picture made ten years ago today is a clumsy attempt at an abstraction. I have no idea where I was when I made it? Based on date and time I suspect I was on my way to work and it is perhaps a piece of public transport infrastructure. Is this a case of too many pictures?
Something I have noticed in trawling my archives is that I was much more experimental in my approach using these early phone cameras. Looking back on them some are pleasing and interesting. I feel now that my phone has a much better camera, including software to operate it, I now take less risks. Also I maybe focussing on achieving a more recognisable outcomes instead of a try it and see approach.
This picture made ten years ago, tells me several things. Our street had new kerb put in in an effort to slow traffic, in terms of speed and amount. And that I caught public transport to work that day.
Perhaps the paucity of images at this time can be explained by the date they were made? Maybe weekdays saw me less ‘open’ to picture making than other days when I specifically went out to make pictures. On my days off.
March that year saw me uploading a typical mount of pictures to flickr so I was making them.
In 2009, ten years ago when I made this picture. Cameraphones were crude devices. Yet often capable of producing wonderful results. This image is one of them.
Strangely, despite the ease of use and portability of these devices my picture making was nowhere near as prolific then, as it is today? Sadly then, this is the only picture I made that day?
Disk space and storage may have been one issue impeding my picture making acticities. My state of mind another. Still I’m glad I never intentionally delete pictures, no matter how bad they seem when measured against my standards.
Based on the date and time, I have no idea where I was when I made it. I do however know why I made it.
At this point in my flickr experience I am well and truly enmeshed in a game played on flickr that involved voting for and against other peoples camera-phone pictures. It was called DBOLRL. It was an acronym, it stood for something like Diabolical Lovers of Low Res, apparently. I didn’t setup the group up, but by 2009 was an admin and a very very regular player. Winning photos were deposited in another group called the DBLOLR Hard Disk . The losing pictures were deposited in a group called, DBLOLR: I’m a loser.
As each image moved through the voting process, it garnered a lot of banter. Sometimes this banter overflowed to other text based games in the discussions areas of the group or became running in-jokes.
Plastic religious figurines was one of those jokes. This is why I made the picture.
It has yet to make its way to flickr but given the group like so many others has faded away I have no real reason to upload it. Even though thematically it would fit with my current picture in my stream. [More than one figure]
This is how I operate on flickr. I look for connections from one photo to the next by perusing my archive. I look for all kinds of connections. some are literal, some are colour, tone or shape related. Not to mention lighting qualities and direction. Sometimes I pick an opposite, and even at times the connection is conceptual which in itself may only be apparent to me. It is a pleasurable past time. It keeps my stream fresh and worth visiting in my mind anyway.