In Passing

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In the comments sometime in a week or two ago, this scene was mentioned as something that I did not photograph. It is a seasonal event arising when the sun comes up in exactly the right place and casts my head shadow on the computer box. Bed hair and all. Since I saw this again just after that discussion (which I can’t find right now or I’d link to it) I was inspired to photograph it.

It is one of those fleeting seasonal things that depends on timing, weather and being in the right place. I find a purpose in documenting these things as they pass, and sometimes a bit of interest too. I doubt this one means much to anyone else. Heck, it shouldn’t as it doesn’t mean all that much to me.

However, if you could sit in this chair and view this picture on the same screen with the computer box next to it, you might find it more interesting, nested images of a sort.

The processing did show up just how dirty my monitor screen is, which might be why some flecks of ‘sensor dust’ are so darned difficult to clone out of existence. Anyway, it is a change from pretty flowers, enough of one that I expect my likes and views to plummet:)

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Canon 5Dii, Canon 50mm/f1.4 lens. ISO800, f2.8, 1/250th

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9 thoughts on “In Passing

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  2. This is one of the weirdest self portraits I’ve seen. I like a photo that has a scene taken out of context. If you did not describe what this was I doubt if any one could guess correctly.
    My monitor is a dust magnet. I clean it with LCD wipes and they do a fine job but it only stays clean for 30 seconds.

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    • I like the idea of weird self portraits. I expect I could manage a few more….
      In the 70’s I stumbled into a tour of the upper walkway over the Ponte Vecchio in Florence – it had been a passage between two palaces. It is, or was then, lined entirely with self-portraits from the master painters. They only allowed 25 people through a day so I was lucky to get in. Some of those were weird, in a different way.

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