It wasn't a "special" sky before the manipulation. This silent space goes mad through the glitch and gets new truth. The rest, on earth, is everyday life that I treat in the same way: the tacit correspondence between two areas.
Jason Bruner - "So-So"
This photo is part of a series of photographs I made in 2019 while walking our neighborhood. Photo was made with a Canon FTb, Lomography color 100 film.
We didn’t know anyone when we moved into our neighborhood, which sits just south of Southern, just east of Mill. A friend of ours who lives a mile north of here smirked when I told her where we’d moved: “Our neighbors call that So-So.” I got to know the ten blocks that make up “Tempe Gardens 2” by walking them, usually carrying one of our kids. I learned that, in So-So, we’re in no particular hurry to become something more. That’s to say that we’re not naturally ambitious, but we won’t hold your dreams against you, and this means you can make of it what you will. Maybe that’s why you can still see homes in their original mid-century hues – pale lemonade yellow, weathered mint green, dusty baby blue – next to the browns of the ‘90s or the light greys of the houses flipped after the recession. But there is a trend: to sand off the rough edges, to sharpen the lines, to narrow the colors, to raise the prices. And still, like everything else, this rectangle of the Sonoran Desert is being born and becoming what it is and dying, just in no particular order.
Andressa Monteiro - "The Sky At Night Looks Like The Ocean"
Eléonore Vareille - "Sky On Water"
A reflection of the Belgian sky on one of the Foret de Soignes' many ponds. Taken on a walk during the lockdown period. I was charmed by the piercing light illuminating the cloud on the water.
Seamore Zhu - Andromeda
Valida Baba
For me, skies are one of the meditative tools that I use to slow down myself and relax. They are the beauty of nature, they just exist. Their movements are slow as if reminding oneself no need to hurry or worry. Each time when I look at them they are on different shapes and colors but still moving in their own way. Their beauty is natural, colours are real and you just need to sit there and become amazed by the beauty of existence which is so ephemeral.
It wasn't a "special" sky before the manipulation. This silent space goes mad through the glitch and gets new truth. The rest, on earth, is everyday life that I treat in the same way: the tacit correspondence between two areas.
Jason Bruner - "So-So"
This photo is part of a series of photographs I made in 2019 while walking our neighborhood. Photo was made with a Canon FTb, Lomography color 100 film.
We didn’t know anyone when we moved into our neighborhood, which sits just south of Southern, just east of Mill. A friend of ours who lives a mile north of here smirked when I told her where we’d moved: “Our neighbors call that So-So.” I got to know the ten blocks that make up “Tempe Gardens 2” by walking them, usually carrying one of our kids. I learned that, in So-So, we’re in no particular hurry to become something more. That’s to say that we’re not naturally ambitious, but we won’t hold your dreams against you, and this means you can make of it what you will. Maybe that’s why you can still see homes in their original mid-century hues – pale lemonade yellow, weathered mint green, dusty baby blue – next to the browns of the ‘90s or the light greys of the houses flipped after the recession. But there is a trend: to sand off the rough edges, to sharpen the lines, to narrow the colors, to raise the prices. And still, like everything else, this rectangle of the Sonoran Desert is being born and becoming what it is and dying, just in no particular order.
Andressa Monteiro - "The Sky At Night Looks Like The Ocean"
Eléonore Vareille - "Sky On Water"
A reflection of the Belgian sky on one of the Foret de Soignes' many ponds. Taken on a walk during the lockdown period. I was charmed by the piercing light illuminating the cloud on the water.
Seamore Zhu - Andromeda
Valida Baba
For me, skies are one of the meditative tools that I use to slow down myself and relax. They are the beauty of nature, they just exist. Their movements are slow as if reminding oneself no need to hurry or worry. Each time when I look at them they are on different shapes and colors but still moving in their own way. Their beauty is natural, colours are real and you just need to sit there and become amazed by the beauty of existence which is so ephemeral.