All of the above is taken with my iPhone 5 and post-processed in VSCO Cam app. More at kulesh.vsco.co
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.