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Beachfront residence.

Tom dinning

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Buying a beachfront residence has its drawbacks. The tide, for one. There's a chance that you could go to bed one night and wake up with water lapping at the end of the bed, more so with the incoming tide of Global Warming. It's an even bet that the tourists might move in with their UV cream and an excessive exposure of skin to both the Sun and an unsuspecting local. Fortunately I chose wisely. My domain is safe from all of that. I'm high enough to avoid even the best (or worse) rise in ocean temperature. The water is full of crocs and other bities so that should keep the tourists off my doorstep. Now I can go to bed each night knowing that when I wake in the morning I can step out into my own back yard, know that there are no snoopy neighbors watching me feeding the cat in only my slippers and I will always have a clear view of the turquoise sea just beyond my boundary.
Tonight I will sleep well.



_DSC6102 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Jerome Marot

Well-known member
As you wrote somewhere else: "everything does not appear what it seems".

(See: we do read what you write…)
 

Cem_Usakligil

Well-known member
Hi Tom,

Buying a beachfront residence has its drawbacks. The tide, for one. There's a chance that you could go to bed one night and wake up with water lapping at the end of the bed, more so with the incoming tide of Global Warming. It's an even bet that the tourists might move in with their UV cream and an excessive exposure of skin to both the Sun and an unsuspecting local. Fortunately I chose wisely. My domain is safe from all of that. I'm high enough to avoid even the best (or worse) rise in ocean temperature. The water is full of crocs and other bities so that should keep the tourists off my doorstep. Now I can go to bed each night knowing that when I wake in the morning I can step out into my own back yard, know that there are no snoopy neighbors watching me feeding the cat in only my slippers and I will always have a clear view of the turquoise sea just beyond my boundary.
Tonight I will sleep well.
I would take a beachfront residence any day, flooding risk or not. I live in the Netherlands where the half of the country is below sea level, I don't mind a bit of a tide or the like.

So since when do you feed cats? Or is it for the friendly neighborhood crocs?

Is the beach behind your back in this picture or is it beyond those high rise buildings? Are we looking at the back side of these run down buildings or is this the main entrance?

Anyway, never mind my ramblings. Did you sleep well?
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Since when have you become a shady property developer Asher? ;)


Almost right, Cem,

Just the word order and sensibilities, LOL I am made in the shade! The property I like, if you remember from Paris, has the tall, 6 floors high, commanding view of the neighborhood. I'd want nothing less on such a beach.

Still, I could keep some huts like that in case other friends visit and want to feel more at home!

Asher
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
I'll see this life out before I consider any other possibilities. The shadows creep in but hide little from me. This place is my tombstone. Nothing fancy, no profound inscription of forever love and remembrance. Just me under here, with the tools of trade and the barber as company while we smoke under the blue sky and dream of lust and distant lands, of fortunes buried in a misadventure and some aches and pains accompanying the scars of a sudden stop or a miscalculated path. Customs are gone, along with a nod of the hat and a hand shake. Not even a smile from a pretty girl or an inquisitive look from a child and his dog. Just suspicion and distance.
Its time to close the shop. My time, not theirs. No-one rides any more. Too busy. Too self-conscious. Today I'll walk home.




_DSC6128 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
I'll see this life out before I consider any other possibilities. The shadows creep in but hide little from me. This place is my tombstone. Nothing fancy, no profound inscription of forever love and remembrance. Just me under here, with the tools of trade and the barber as company while we smoke under the blue sky and dream of lust and distant lands, of fortunes buried in a misadventure and some aches and pains accompanying the scars of a sudden stop or a miscalculated path. Customs are gone, along with a nod of the hat and a hand shake. Not even a smile from a pretty girl or an inquisitive look from a child and his dog. Just suspicion and distance.
Its time to close the shop. My time, not theirs. No-one rides any more. Too busy. Too self-conscious. Today I'll walk home.




_DSC6128 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​

Tom,

I'd hope that this bicycle shop is still thriving and not at then end of its natural lifespan. The existence of a home grown Australian bike company to give folk good prices for great bikes is such a good idea.

But your pros is so well written that I think that you are speaking seriously about something or someone. But I'm not sure who or what it might be.

Ashe
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
I'll see this life out before I consider any other possibilities. The shadows creep in but hide little from me. This place is my tombstone. Nothing fancy, no profound inscription of forever love and remembrance. Just me under here, with the tools of trade and the barber as company while we smoke under the blue sky and dream of lust and distant lands, of fortunes buried in a misadventure and some aches and pains accompanying the scars of a sudden stop or a miscalculated path. Customs are gone, along with a nod of the hat and a hand shake. Not even a smile from a pretty girl or an inquisitive look from a child and his dog. Just suspicion and distance.
Its time to close the shop. My time, not theirs. No-one rides any more. Too busy. Too self-conscious. Today I'll walk home.




_DSC6128 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​

Tom,

I'd hope that this bicycle shop is still thriving and not at then end of its natural lifespan. The existence of a home grown Australian bike company to give folk good prices for great bikes is such a good idea.

But your pros is so well written that I think that you are speaking seriously about something or someone. But I'm not sure who or what it might be!

Still, I enjoy both the image and the text to go with it.

Asher
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
It's a lament, Asher. It's about forgotten times and encroaching modernism, aging and persistence, simpler ways and survival. The old blokes who run the bike store and the barber shop hang on with dear life to what they have always had, even to the point of patching together the old bits in the hope it will hang on just a little longer. Their business is not only fading, its being swallowed up by the new city. They are the last remnants of another time. When they are gone, their gravestone will be a block of offices and a car park and their epitaph will read Harrow and Winstrons: Barristers and Solicitors or some such. In another 50 years a grandfather will stand in this place where businesses will come and go and tell his grandchild: 'this used to be the busy end of town. My first bike came from here". His grandson will tug on his grandfathers hand, look up at the aging tower block that replaced a lifetime of memories and say: "can we get an icecream, Pappa Tom? I'm hot"
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
Will you keep that series for a month?

Its not a task I would set myself, Jerome. I'm too unreliable. My projects are usually a bit more purposeful and specific, I'm afraid. They take a month or so to formulate and a day to shoot.
Nevertheless, I'll see what I can do to hold your interest.

What am I up to? Day 3, is it?
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
Is this day 3 for me? I hope someone is keeping track.

When I was young and foolish ( in contrast to being old and foolish, which is my present state of mind) the corner store was the hallmark of a strong community. It was a meeting place, a landmark, a source of good, fresh food, and a slice of watermelon on a hot day. Then, goods were free of plastic wrap, self-service and use by dates. The man behind the counter took you list, packed your goods in a recycled cardboard box and delivered it to your home if it was to heavy to carry.
In 1957 I came across my first supermarket. It was the death of the corner store and, as harsh as it sounds, the decay of solid communities based on a central point of contact they could rely on.
Now, I see the same decline of the supermarket. They are under the threat of the mono-economic culture that has little space for the corner shop even in its enlarged form. Now we can buy our goods without even meeting the man behind the counter or the shelf stacker in the isle. We have become true islands in a sea of humanity, for which the oceans of electronics and the web of the internet barely holds us together in a shallow and unmeaning social structure.
The workman heads off to his site. It's another mega-store down the road. Tomorrow the dozers will move in and another age will pass.
What is next? I'll tell you what is next: another photograph. I have a calendar to complete.



_DSC6094 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Take Paradise, Put up a Parking Lot!

"Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you've got till it's gone?
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot!"

Joni Mitchell's song, "Big Red Taxi", is a pre-requisite here! :)


Is this day 3 for me? I hope someone is keeping track.

When I was young and foolish ( in contrast to being old and foolish, which is my present state of mind) the corner store was the hallmark of a strong community. It was a meeting place, a landmark, a source of good, fresh food, and a slice of watermelon on a hot day. Then, goods were free of plastic wrap, self-service and use by dates. The man behind the counter took you list, packed your goods in a recycled cardboard box and delivered it to your home if it was to heavy to carry.
In 1957 I came across my first supermarket. It was the death of the corner store and, as harsh as it sounds, the decay of solid communities based on a central point of contact they could rely on.
Now, I see the same decline of the supermarket. They are under the threat of the mono-economic culture that has little space for the corner shop even in its enlarged form. Now we can buy our goods without even meeting the man behind the counter or the shelf stacker in the isle. We have become true islands in a sea of humanity, for which the oceans of electronics and the web of the internet barely holds us together in a shallow and unmeaning social structure.
The workman heads off to his site. It's another mega-store down the road. Tomorrow the dozers will move in and another age will pass.
What is next? I'll tell you what is next: another photograph. I have a calendar to complete.



_DSC6094 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​


Tom,

This is where either socialism or major philanthropy is needed to re-seed social structure in our communities. We had the same thing happen to a major department store just a few miles from here. It was uneconomical and was closed, dark and shuttered.

Local community leaders and sewed together a coalition of philanthropists and bought the building for conversion to an extension of LACMA, the Los Angeles county Museum of Art. It's going to house a museum by the Academy of Motion Pictures.

The local post office, deserted for a decade, has been restored expanded and repurposed as the Annenburg Center for the Performing Arts. Already it packed and has been welcomed by the communities for miles around.

It's the responsibility of civic leaders and folk who should stand up for the life blood of your community to build and foster such places, even where one would think no one would care.

We have one foundation Levitt Pavilions, that puts up stages for music, drama and concert performances, often in working class and downtrodden areas, pressuring local civic bodies and businesses to meet the running expenses once the stage is up and running.

I know you have a community center that is often empty, but then it's the job of folk with insight and connections to money, to get it going! Here, this would be adopted overnight by competing groups and would thrive. Surely there are many benefactors in Australia who's take a project under their wing if the locals campaigned for it as they do here!

That corner store would be perfect for a local coffee shop and library or daycare center!

Asher
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
I am pretty sure you don't.




_DSC6094 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​

I won't say I like this picture or you are going to hate me: it lacks fast cars and loose women. At least it does not have a cat or microlenses. Or does it?

It is a pity I can't see it printed on paper.

I shuffled this around in the viewfinder for quite some time, Asher. The building has been vacant for a couple of years. It's been grafitti'd, repainted, become a political football, and a topic of possibilities.
Yet it is still here. This day it was early in the morning. The city was quiet. I stood and watched until something happened that meant something to me. Then, this bloke appeared out of the corner of my eye. I shot on impulse. What I saw was an old member of the community watching the new gun off to build his shiny new building, like an old man might sit on his verandah and watch the kids play in the street. I could see the old scars on the building, worn like badges on a favorite hat, fading in the sun, the new towers standing guard at the edge as if they might be waiting for the old man to die. The traffic lights finish it all of. They are the old rusty gates that used to welcome people. Now they are on permanent red.
Symbols are fickle and specific. Not everyone gets them for every occasion. This photo is for me. It's part of a record of diminishing socialism in Darwin. Darwinites will get it. That's all that matters here.
 

Martin Stephens

New member
The old Woolworth store with the orange vested fellow crossing the street is intriguing. The natural tilt of the wide lens gives me the falling down feel. Can you talk about the color scheme being used here?
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
The old Woolworth store with the orange vested fellow crossing the street is intriguing. The natural tilt of the wide lens gives me the falling down feel. Can you talk about the color scheme being used here?

The colours in Darwin seem a bit overpowering for the topic, Martin. Its something to do with being so bloody close to the equator. We don't tend to have twilight and dawn for those nice soft tones I remember so well fro Down South. The sun rises about 0645 this time of the year. Its dark at 0630 and full on daylight at 0700. If you blink, you miss the whole sequence. In that half hour it goes from a sort of dark with few colours to off the ****ing scale saturation. The temperature usually jumps 10 deg C at the same time.
I was aiming for a bit of a grunge look, Muted tones, desaturated colours, high contrast. Something you'd find in an episode of Luther. It seemed to fit the picture in my head.
I used Topaz Clarity to get me started and made a few tweeks to the saturation to suit my taste. No sharpening or grain added, although I was temped. I might still be. Everything is a work in progress for me.
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
Its time to be defeated. The bunting has lost its flap, the shadows are too long, the sky isn't blue enough from here. I'll move to the suburbs, maybe, where there's a bit of space and a picket fence and a mother pushing her pram to the shops. I'll be able to hear the school kids again, playing in the school ground or to and from home. Who cares if I sell any cars? At least I'll know the postman's name. Maybe I'll close for lunch and take a walk to the park. Some days I might not even turn up.
The push has arrived and I'm over pushing back. No strength left for that. She says I should retire, buy a boat, go fishing, put my feet up, take up golf or bowls, take a trip overseas. Maybe I will. Maybe I will.



_DSC9460 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Martin Stephens

New member
This one with the flags is now my favorite of this group. Just perfectly exposed too. The colors do work well for this kind of hard lighting. The picture screams "pathetic". It's perfect. Thanks for the explanation. Such hard light is a real challenge, and I guess you have it all day long.
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
Its time to be defeated. The bunting has lost its flap, the shadows are too long, the sky isn't blue enough from here. I'll move to the suburbs, maybe, where there's a bit of space and a picket fence and a mother pushing her pram to the shops. I'll be able to hear the school kids again, playing in the school ground or to and from home. Who cares if I sell any cars? At least I'll know the postman's name. Maybe I'll close for lunch and take a walk to the park. Some days I might not even turn up.
The push has arrived and I'm over pushing back. No strength left for that. She says I should retire, buy a boat, go fishing, put my feet up, take up golf or bowls, take a trip overseas. Maybe I will. Maybe I will.



_DSC9460 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​

The string of flags has enough red to fit in well with the splash of color on the right wall. These flags, all the world over, signify wither a car dealership, a fair or the coming of the circus. The diminutive sales hut is all one needs and a few cars to sell!

Asher
 

Jerome Marot

Well-known member
Amusing that the billboards were removed from the top and writing appeared on the bottom. The 3 ladies add a nice touch.
 

Martin Stephens

New member
Or, perhaps the red bar is somehow capping off the growth of the art below from encroaching up above. Hard not to want to see what's been erased from the top. Very effective picture. BTW, my eye is also attracted to rectilinear form such as that. Our whole city was recently covered in new red curbing on miles of curb, and so red horizontals appeared all over suddenly.
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
Still the same day. I can't get my head around 'projects'. I could be dead by November 20. That should please someone. Is that a woman cheering in the background? When I buy my aspirin (100mg) I get the small pack. Don't want to waste money on something I may never use.

Something slightly different today.
Its still early enough to catch the luminous landscape of the builders shirt.



_DSC6088 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Asher Kelman

OPF Owner/Editor-in-Chief
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What on earth do the letters stand for? The evolution of the overlapping distorted text is baffling to me. I guess, the taggers have evolved their own language.

Asher
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
Day 7. Its still the same day, really, but I'm trying to align myself with the great minds of Jerome and Cem. Not easy, I know, but hey!, a man needs a challenge.

There might even be a theme here, perish the thought. Maybe I can make a calendar for next year and compete with Michelin and Penthouse.


_DSC6123 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Tom dinning

Registrant*
What day is it? Where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here?
The calendar on the wall tells me its the 16th but the EXIF tells me its still the 7th.
Am I travelling back and forth in time?


_DSC6086 by tom.dinning, on Flickr​
 

Cem_Usakligil

Well-known member
Hi Tom,

Every time you engage with us folks on other continents, you are travelling back in time. You can stretch each day for an extra sixteen hours. Lucky you!

This last one is a wonderful composition. Orthogonal lines versus rounded shapes in the mirror. Perhaps you've been travelling to parallel universes. Btw, can men walk there only while holding the elbow of a women? Were you using Christine as your walking cane again?
 
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