Lens: Panasonic Lumix G 20mm
So I’m not entirely sure where I took this. All I remember was that it an overpass somewhere near Jardin des Champs-Élysées, one of the parks near, well, the Champs-Élysées.
So it turns out that the Paris metro rail system is a whole lot older than I thought, at nearly 120 years old. Who would have thought that the technology was there to start such a project in 1896? There were also multiple private companies competing over the years, which has led to multiple “ghost stations” that have since been shut down when the entire system eventually got consolidated. Fascinating, huh? Either way, I’m glad that they kept a lot of the old signage, which gives the whole place an amazing atmosphere.
Before I forget, happy new year to everyone for 5 days ago. Hopefully you’ve all recovered somewhat. I figured I’d ring in the new year with a classy photo, and we all know that black and white = instant class 😀
All kidding aside, I’m a little annoyed at that blasted window frame in the background, but oh well.
I actually really enjoy taking photos of architecture and playing around with strong lines. Unfortunately I live in Brisbane, where interesting buildings aren’t nearly as prevalent as I would like. I suppose that it just means I have to be a little more creative in finding interesting perspectives of the structures around me.
So if you’re around Brisbane and you see a weirdo looking up a lot, that might be me.
Olympus M. Zuiko 45mm f/1.8
When I go out to take photos, one of my goals is to try and frame up a picture that I think tells a good story. This is one of the rare few that I feel could be telling one of several stories, depending on how you look at it.
Did someone simply want to ride their bike to the beach? Perhaps it’s someone who is training for a triathlon, and decided to ride to the beach for a good swim? How long has the bike been there? Is it abandoned? Or maybe the owner simply couldn’t find a decent bike rack anywhere else except for this sign.
I took this on campus a little while ago and I’m really happy with the way it turned out. It really just evokes memories of all the time I left for home in the late afternoon, lazily walking through the limestone corridors with the fading light streaming through the gaps in the pillars and the ceiling lights starting to switch on all around me.
(Photo Challenge: Texture)
I know that, as kids, we’re always told to look both ways before we cross a road, but this is the first time I’ve had the road itself tell me how to cross it. It’s incredible, excessive and amazing all at the same time. I mean, what do we do when we get to every other road crossing? I guess we all just flap around looking lost and not knowing what to do because the road doesn’t have printed instructions.
On a side (and completely pedantic) note, I disagree with the order in which to look – I’m interpreting these instructions as telling me to look left, then look right. I live in Australia and we drive on the left side of the road here, so I think it makes sense to look to my right first (for oncoming cars in the lane closest to me), then look to the left. And then I usually look to the right again.
Maybe it’s just me.