Hello,
I was originally unhappy with this picture as a whole. The foreground branches I thought did nothing but get in the way of the dried persimmon no matter where I positioned myself. The background I thought wasn't blurred enough to where you couldn't see any details. Then the persimmon is in focus but it wasn't correctly framed to the rest of the picture.
Finally my wife looked at it and said she loved it because it was very wabi-sabi. So I looked at it again and fell in love not for the technique but for the scene. The branches were all in the way because that is the scene and the way they looked even to me. The background told you it was fall with the green pine needles. The dried persimmon is correct when you add in the rest of the picture and take it as a whole and not one rule at a time.
Thank you very much for reading.
Showing posts with label Persimmon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Persimmon. Show all posts
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Dried Persimmon
Labels:
Japan,
Persimmon,
Photography,
sony a55,
Tree
Location:
Nagano, Nagano Prefecture, Japan
Sunday, January 13, 2013
Iced Persimmon
Hello,
In high school I still remember then I would climb up a big persimmon tree to pick the fruit. It was in the backyard of one of my friend's Grandfather's house and we would go there to work on his car. He was afraid of heights so I was to only one that would climb up and toss them down to him. It turned into a game at one point because he couldn't see me but I could see him and I would throw them to him though the limbs and leaves.
This great picture of a persimmon fruit reminded me of those times. I would pick hundreds from that tree all the same orange color as this one and my Mom would make bread. The limbs with the bark I had touched so many times I still remember as being so strong under my weight. Only difference is the clear ice and white snow that hangs from it.
Thank you very much for reading.
In high school I still remember then I would climb up a big persimmon tree to pick the fruit. It was in the backyard of one of my friend's Grandfather's house and we would go there to work on his car. He was afraid of heights so I was to only one that would climb up and toss them down to him. It turned into a game at one point because he couldn't see me but I could see him and I would throw them to him though the limbs and leaves.
This great picture of a persimmon fruit reminded me of those times. I would pick hundreds from that tree all the same orange color as this one and my Mom would make bread. The limbs with the bark I had touched so many times I still remember as being so strong under my weight. Only difference is the clear ice and white snow that hangs from it.
Thank you very much for reading.
Labels:
Ice,
Japan,
Persimmon,
Photography,
sony a55
Location:
Nagano, Nagano Prefecture, Japan
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