• Bottles&Cups,  Colour,  Daily photo,  Observer Bias,  Restaurants&Bar,  Spring,  WideAngle

    Red Wine Makes Good Blood…

    I made this image at the end of a long lunch — the kind where conversation lingers long after the plates are cleared, and the table becomes less of a place to eat and more a canvas of what just happened. The residue of red wine had bled into the paper surface, leaving behind those familiar circular stains — not accidental, not staged, just there. And I leaned in, glass still in hand, and shot. Technically, this is an exercise in distortion and proximity. I used a wide lens, close focus, and a shallow depth of field. The resulting visual field is warped, but purposefully. You can see the sweep…

  • Beach&Shores,  Colour,  Daily photo,  Spring,  WideAngle

    The Misplaced Buoy

    Kneeling in the surf with the camera just above waterline, I framed this beached buoy like a stranded witness—half-devoured by barnacles, its functional past eroded by time and tide. The wave motion is deliberate: a slow shutter gave the water its painterly strokes, pulling the viewer toward the object with a sense of gentle urgency. The wide-angle perspective exaggerates scale and places the buoy in stark contrast with the horizon. The red-orange plastic punctures the cool blues of sea and sky, a sharp chromatic discord that anchors the entire composition. It’s an aggressive intrusion into the otherwise pastel calm of the shoreline, yet visually satisfying because of the balance created…

  • Colour,  Daily photo,  Observer Bias,  Spring,  WideAngle

    On the Edge of the World

    This image is the outcome of a technical test as much as it is a commentary on environment and perception. I wanted to see how the venerable 1973 Nikkor 16mm f/3.5 fisheye would behave on the full-frame sensor of a Nikon D700. The result is a picture pulled to its edges, both optically and metaphorically. What this lens gives in distortion, it returns in expressive tension. The beach curves like the edge of a planet. The sky presses down as if it’s wrapping itself around the scene. A single line of debris cuts through the frame, pulling the eye toward a loosely gathered group of people, whose presence feels both…