Photography experiments with multi-exposure in a digital and pretending it to be multi-exposure in a film frame.
If you follow my Photo streams in Flickr, Facebook or in Vkontakte, then, perhaps, you have lately noticed unusual photos there. They look like frames imposed onto each other and have perspective, color and contrast distortions.
In my previous post I have shown you the inner part of the museum. Today we are going to see how it looks like outside. One can wander among rusty frames for hours. The view of such a breakdown and such a disorder is somehow very impressive. At the same time my personal feeling is that there is some cemeterial spirit which is hovering over those anthropomorphous dead cars.
In the village Horopito, which is situated near a settlement named Ohakune (it is popular among skiers and snowborders), one can visit a homemade museum of vintage cars. In other words it is a vintage car dump. From the whole New Zealand old cars are brought here to be dismantled. It is the place where cars pass away.
We paid a small fee on the entrance and were allowed to browse the museum building and the museum yard thoroughly. There I made more than fifty photos. I am going to show them in parts. Today I suggest you take a look at the dusty storage shelves with vintage automobile parts.
In Auckland, a print named “Instagrams 2012”, pulled onto a firm frame, came by mail. At the instance of the readers, I will tell how one can make up such a picture.
I want to let you know beforehand that it will demand some resources and will make your computer rather busy.
Here on the Dep River I learned to swim, to fish and to assemble a kayak of the type Taimen. Almost every year my parents and I “conquered” that route which, in fact, was for women and children - “a zero one” according to the complexity rank. Now, in seven years, I still recognize the familiar bends, reaches, hills and cliffs. This is the place where, years ago, a stormy gust overturned my Dad's kayak, and that is the the very spit where I competed with my brother in throwing cobblestones in the game “who can throw farthest”. Then we invented another game with the funny name “Plop-and-splosh” (in Russian it sounds like “bulk-and-plukh”). The stone, which was thrown at a certain angle to the water surface, would come into the water with a dull sound and without any splashes but a bit later bubbles and bow waves would show up on the surface – this was a plop (in Russian “bulk”). We used to thow until our shoulders started to ache with tiredness.
At some place down the river people saw a pack of red dogs and Asiatic black bears. I remember it was really scary to fall asleep in the tent when there was barking of billy goats over the river, or when an hour earlier a female bear with bear cubs was coming nearer to us on the leeward side but then got frightened and returned to taiga.
Summer is coming soon to Auckland. On these warm days one can not only wet feet in the ocean but dip into its cool water wholly. For those who are lazy the choice where to go and have rest for a couple of hours is traditionally not wide: Piha, Muriwai, Anawhata, Karekare. All of them are approximately at the same distance from the city, which is about forty-minute drive away from it.
The sun in Kaitaia is hidden with low-level clouds today. It is windy but warm. Here have got together windsurfing and paddleboarding (a stand up paddle board with a SUP paddle) lovers, as well as those who love beach running and beach driving.
It is a strip of sand that is actually 88 kilometers long. The fact contradicts the name “Ninety Mile Beach”. There are several theories explaining the fact. The most common theory tells that when missionaries investigated the north part of New Zealand, the beach took three days to travel on horse back when on average a horse could travel 30 miles in a day. But the missionaries did not take into account the slower pace of the horses walking in the sand.
In the 30-s of the last century that part of the coast line was actively used as a runway. The sand there is dense, firm, and compressed by the uniform waves of the Tasman Sea. Ninety Mile Beach is still sometimes used as an alternative road to State Highway 1 when the main road is closed due to landslides or floods.
When the tide flows, almost the whole beach gets under the water. It is prohibited to tent and spend nights on the beach for safety reasons and due to the fact that since the beginning of time maori buried their deadmen in the coastal dunes. Truth be told, many people ignore the prohibition. Often cars left on the beach all night get sunk in a stream and stay there forever. Here and there on the beach you come across frames eroded by salt water.
It is very easy to breathe in the post-Olimpic Beijing, no matter what. It is easier than two years ago. The authorities have overcome sand storms by way of making a forest shelter belt. The trees have been taken from southern regions of the country. In addition, the authorities have closed hazardous industries and prohibited many automobilists and companies from using vehicles. In Beijing there are more than three million automobiles. The Government's anti-smoking action has also been succesful: now one can seldom see a smoking person in the center of the city but there are many signs reminding of the adverse health effects of tobacco smoke. And there is no twenty-four-hour smog in the city. It appears only towards evenings. The wind blows it away in nights, and in the mornings one can admire the blue sky which is usually depicted in every possible guide-book.
The blue sky over the red walls of the Forbidden City. October 1st is the beginning of the national holiday of the Golden Week. It is a big family holiday. On this day people usually visit their parents, get together at the dinner table, go sightseeing and have rest from their labours in the bosom of the family. Relatives from the whole country come to eighteen-million Beijing. And on the first day of the Golden Week they decided to visit the Forbidden City, the second important sight of the capital after the Great Wall. I had never seen so many people in the streets. As a result, my planned visit to the former Imperial Palace looked very much like a crowd scene of some film like “The Hero”. The black masses flowed down the steps of the Palace to merge into the masses awaiting in the square.
On the same reason there was no chance to get to Shanghai in the beginning of October. And though there were multiple ways to get to the eastern capital of China, the transport network turned out to be paralyzed with the influx of passangers. But God's will for everything. At that time Shanghai suffered from torrential rains and floods. Following a good weather I went to the south, to Nanchang. It was a city where the revolution had started, and where one could see second largest squre in China and second tallest ferris wheel in the world.