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Hey Photographers!

Posted in Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Black and White, Clouds, Color, Earth, Fine Art Photography, HDR, Holga, Photo Editing, Photography, Shutterbug, software, Sunsets, workflow with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 03/11/2014 by wooddickinson

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I love Perfect Photo Suite 8 and use it all the time. It is an integral part of my workflow. To be fair, I also use Nik, Topaz and other secret type stuff as well. I love Nik’s  U Point® technology. It allows me to be very detailed in my work. Anyway this bundle is a great deal. The bundle is normally $179.95 but now you can get nine major editing tools for only $129.95. It’s a real a bargain.

It’s Beyond Me

Posted in Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Clouds, Trees with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 01/01/2014 by wooddickinson

As an artist I look at the world differently than most or at least I’ve been told that. I’m interested in the how of things and the why of things. When I first heard about fractal geometry it had never occurred to me that their needed to be a geometry that would describe the construction of clouds and trees.

I spent time looking at fractal objects and then discovered Mandelbrot Sets. When I saw the Windmill Hill crop

Windmill Hill, Wiltshire, 29th July 1996. Copyright: Colin Andrews See more at: http://colinandrews.net/Crop_Circle_Research.html#sthash.lzWnRInD.dpuf

Windmill Hill, Wiltshire, 29th July 1996.
Copyright: Colin Andrews
See more at: http://colinandrews.net

circle in 1996 things just seemed to stop. No matter how foreign these things are to my way of seeing the world I have to wonder where this “other” geometry comes from. When I saw the above image carved out of a farmer’s field things changed in me. I felt suddenly willing to open myself to unorthodox possibilities.

I wondered, why do we need two sets of rules if we all live in the same place. I also wondered why Quantum Physics just won’t jive up with Newton’s Physics.

I know Colin Andrews and one of the most profound things he said to me was, “It really doesn’t matter if people make a crop circle or some force unknown to us. The people got their idea from someplace and maybe that someplace is trying to tell us something!”

I know I can only think things through to a certain point. My mind just tilts a different way so I let some greater power take over and finish the job I can’t. I think part of the reason art exists is to explain the connection between these two places. Those of us open enough to accept the possibility. The math involved in the creation of the image above is beyond me. But still I seek truth and what’s real.

Maybe this power that drives fractal geometry also drives us. The pity is we spend most of our lives running away from it.

Have a Safe and Happy New Year…

Guest Blog

Posted in 100 in 365, Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Book, Faith, Feature Film, Fine Art Photography, Monsters, Photography, renegade pictures, Telly Awards with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 08/29/2013 by wooddickinson

 

My recent interview at my-addictionbooks.blogspot by Nadine Maritz. Thanks Nadine. Follow the link below:

http://ow.ly/omYJl

Broken Wall

Posted in Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Buildings, Color, Fear, HDR, Kansas City, Monsters, Photography with tags , , , , , , , on 07/18/2013 by wooddickinson
Study of a broken wall.

Study of a broken wall.

Trolling for Truth

Posted in Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Black and White, Color, Fear, Fine Art Photography, Holga, Monsters, Photography with tags , , , , , , , , on 11/05/2012 by wooddickinson

Trolling. Sometime the essence of a photograph (the truth of the matter) is obscured by poor photography, a missed shot or a misfire of the camera. When using the digital medium just about anything is captured and lots of it isn’t any good. But there are times when you glance at a blown shot and something catches your eye. It’s then that I go trolling to see if there is a speck of truth in the poor image. That’s what brought this photograph into existence.

It is still a work in progress but I’m looking for comments then I’ll show you where I started. Please let me know what you think.

 

Propaganda Lesson

Posted in Abstract, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Blogroll, Fear, Fog, Home, Hope, Need with tags , , , on 08/17/2012 by wooddickinson

Watch this “new video” or maybe just “opinion piece” and fact check it. If you want to be a victim of propaganda go ahead but I say, ‘We are smarter than that.’ Just report the facts (if that isn’t asking too much) and we can decided what’s good or bad. I’m sick of this from ALL sides.

Ruins Revisited

Posted in 100 in 365, Abstract, Art, • Wood Dickinson Sites, Color, Fine Art Photography, Ireland, Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on 02/10/2012 by wooddickinson

I keep playing with this image. It’s like poetry. I’ve written and published bit of poetry and was asked once how you know when a poem is finished. I said a poem is finished when its beat you to death and there’s no more left for you to put into it.

Some photographs are the same. There are those that I know exactly what I want to see when it’s done then there are those that just keep praying on your mind so you go back to it over and over trying different things until the picture revels itself. I find that this happens most on photographs that I passed over the first time I sorted shots. I’m just not in tune with it at the sorting time but later I see it and all of a sudden something popes out. The mystery of art or maybe better, the mystery of the mind.

Here is a sample of a poem that isn’t cooked yet. I keep them in the “not finished” folder on my computer.

I see blue sky

Finally;

The cold sets in.

But today the sky is blue.

I live for blue.

My chest. A thousand pounds

Pressing down.

What useless emotions.

Wasted and wasting me.

Where is peace?

Under the rubble of broken buildings in Haiti,

Shaken by God’s hand?  Maybe.

The year ends. I look for that strand to pull myself into the next.


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