Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Wordless Wednesday #9: Into the Mystic?


Each week, I post a photo and give you ways to participate:
  1. comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .") 
  2. comment with your guess where the picture was taken (bonus points for correct answers).
  3. Use the photo as a writing prompt. If you write something and post it, be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find it. You may repost the photo (please include ©2012 Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People). 
If you have a graphic that has 2KoP Wordless Wednesday potential that you would like to share, let me know.

(And for more Wordless Wednesday fun, check out our weekly posts on The Animal Store blog.)

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Wordless Wednesday #6: James Paradiso



©James Paradiso, 2012

This fabulous Wordless Wednesday prompt comes to you from fellow writer and amazing photographer James Paradiso. Check out his photo gallery. How does this image inspire you? Here are two suggestions:
  1. comment on what Two Kinds of People it brings to mind. ("There are two kinds of people in the world: … .") 
  2. Use the photo as a writing prompt. This photo appears on 2KoP with permission from James Paradiso. If you choose write something based on this photo and want to post it, please contact James first for permission and information on how he would like to be credited. Be sure to leave a link in the comments so we can find your creation. 
(Check out our weekly posts The Animal Store blog for more Wordless Wednesday fun.)

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Wordless Wednesday #1: Magic?

Magician at Pike Place Market in Seattle, 2010. ©Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People
Welcome to the first edition of Wordless Wednesday, Two-Kinds-of-People-style. Each week, I'll post a photo and ask you to comment on what Two Kinds of People ideas it inspires. (Start with "There are two kinds of people in the world: …", then finish that thought based on the photo.)

I also invite you to use the photo as a writing prompt. Take it and run with it. Write something creative and link back to this post. Feel free to repost the photo (just add my copyright ©Susan Bearman @Two Kinds of People). If you want to know more about the picture, ask.

Full disclosure: the idea came from two of my favorite inspiration blogs:

Strangling My Muse by Sandy Ackers
Leaving the Zip Code by Amy Zimmerman

If you want more visual inspiration and haven't yet visited Pinterest, check it out (but only if you have lots of free time). Have fun.

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Say Cheese


There are two kinds of people in the world: those who are photogenic and those who are camera shy.

Did you know that there are at least three definitions of photogenic (all adjectives)?
  1. forming an attractive subject for photography or having features that look well* in a photograph: a photogenic face.
  2. (Biology) producing or emitting light, as certain bacteria; luminiferous; phosphorescent.
  3. (Medical) produced or caused by light, as a skin condition.
This is my mom and dad on one of their
first dates. Don't you love that dress?
(Red and white, of course.)
My father argues that people who are dubbed photogenic are really just happy to have their picture taken. They look at the camera and smile, so the pictures come out great. You may have already guessed that my dad has always been considered photogenic.

My mom, on the other hand, has hardly ever taken a photo that does her justice. She's a lovely woman — petite and well-dressed with perfectly fine features, including blue eyes and dimples. Why, then, does she have such difficulty getting a good picture? Part of it may be that she wears glasses. No matter how trendy and cool your glasses are today, by the time you look at your picture five years from now, they will look dated (and probably ridiculous).

My children are all beautiful (of course), but one of them (I won't say which one — OK, the middle boy, but don't tell anyone) has not taken a bad or even slightly not great picture since he was a very chubby baby. It doesn't matter if he's smiling or not, or looking at the photographer or not, or even if he's happy about getting his picture taken or not. The boy is simply photogenic.

When I was in grade school, I knew a perfect girl named Mary Davies. Her name was perfect. Her freckles were perfect. Her knee socks never fell down. There were only two things about Mary Davies that were not perfect. The first one I tried not to take personally, but for some reason, every year Mary Davies got the flu and threw up on my desk. The second imperfection was that for the six years we were in class together, Mary Davies never took a good school picture. One year her eyes were closed. One year her always perfect hair was sticking straight up. One year her nose was bright red. I hope her parents didn't rely on harried school photographers and occasionally took her to get a decent professional photo taken.

I used to be pretty photogenic, by my dad's original definition. I smiled, I looked at the camera, and usually my pictures turned out all right. Even my driver's license picture taken by the notoriously unforgiving cameras at the DMV usually were pretty good. In fact, one was so good that I worked really hard at not getting a single moving violation so I could renew my license by mail — twice — which meant I got to keep that great photo for 12 years.

Suddenly, however, I find that whatever photogenic quality I may once have possessed  has completely evaporated. I look even more overweight than I feel, my smile isn't what it used to be and I always seem to be at an awkward angle. Maybe I'm just getting old. Damn, I wish I still had that driver's license. I could use it for my avatar. Or maybe I'm still photogenic, but only as it pertains to definitions #2 and #3. On the other hand, a speaker at my writers group advised us to get our author photos taken even if we weren't quite ready to be published: "You'll never look younger than you do right now."

What about you? Click here to tell us whether the camera loves you or hates you.

*A point of grammar — do you look "well" in a photo, or do you look "good"? I always thought if someone told you that you look well, it meant healthy. What say you?

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Sensory Perceptions

"Don't tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on the broken glass."
— Anton Chekov, 1860-1904
There are two kinds of people in the world: those who are visual thinkers and those who are not.

As writers, we are taught to use all our senses to describe the worlds we create. Show, don't tell. Readers want to see, hear, smell, taste and touch everything our characters experience, but how do we convey those rich sensory details with mere words?

In early critiques of the manuscript for my children's novel, readers commented that they liked my main character, but couldn't see him. I knew everything about this third grader — his thoughts, feelings, friends, passions, parents, siblings, and even his pet — but I had no idea what he looked like.

In my mind, he was an average-sized third grade boy with a pixellated face, like the blurred mugs of the world's dumbest criminals in those reality cop shows. But my readers would fill in the visage that I couldn't envision, right? Wrong. "What does he look like?" one young reader asked. Good question. 

We live in a visual world and the human eye is an astounding organ, processing up to 36,000 bits of information per hour and nearly 24 million images in a normal lifetime. We see as many 10 million colors and can distinguish 500 different shades of gray.  (On the other hand, the octopus does not have a blind spot, so maybe we should leave parallel parking to the cephalopods.)

But among humans, some of us are more visually oriented than others. I've started carrying my camera around to train my eye to capture visual details and then translate them to the written page. To keep from becoming distracted, I've focused mainly on color and have been pleased enough with my amateur efforts to have a little flickr set on the subject. Just when I was feeling good about these optical exercises, I clicked on a link to my friend Matt Dinnerstein's magnificent professional photos and was vividly reminded that my visual skills are rudimentary at best. 

Time for a new exercise. I stand in awe of visual artists, and thought maybe I could steal borrow some of their work to help me "see" my character. One of the instructors at Off Campus Writers Workshop advised us to "create a visual map — a poster with images of our characters and settings," so I took to perusing magazines. I tried, I really did, to find a photograph that would bring my character to life, but instead of pictures, I found myself cutting out descriptive words in interesting fonts. 

That's when I realized that I'm not a visual thinker. I rely on a sixth sense — my sense of language — to interpret my world. It all comes down to the meaning, rhythm, subtext, context and order of the words — and there is nothing "mere" about them. 

The roughly quarter million distinct words of the English language can be combined and recombined to create meaning, nuance, irony, description, poetry, humor, tragedy, drama, fantasy, romance … in other words, all the sights, sounds, scents, tastes and feelings our physical, emotional and imaginary worlds can generate. 

I recently sat down and removed the mask that was hiding my main character so I could take a good, long look at him. Turns out he's a real person after all, and it only took a couple dozen words to paint his picture:
  • wavy, chocolate brown hair
  • freckles sprinkled across a perfectly ordinary nose
  • long, thin fingers
  • hooded blue eyes
  • a shy, wide, close-lipped smile
  • and a mouthful of shiny new adult teeth, still a little too big for his face
Well, can you see him? Click here to let me know what's missing, or to discuss which sense you count on most navigate your world.
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Ed. Note: 6/5/09 8:18 p.m. — I just found these great tidbits in some correspondence between F. Scott Fitzgerald and his editor, Max Perkins, on an early draft of The Great Gatsby.  Perkins wrote:

"Among a set of characters marvelously palpable and vital — I would know Tom Buchanan if I met him on the street and would avoid him — Gatsby is somewhat vague. The reader's eyes can never quite focus upon him, his outlines are dim."

After first claiming the vagueness was intentional, Fitzgerald responded:

"I myself didn't know what Gatsby looked like or was engaged in and you felt it."

It's nice to know that my initial vagueness about my main character puts me in good company. Read more about this fascinating relationship between author and editor here.

Photo credit: The Five Senses by Rob Nunn aka scalespeeder.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

Why I Love Digital Cameras


There are two kinds of people in the world: those who get things right the first time and those of us who need a few do overs. Our 2008 holiday photo took 23 do overs, but who's counting.

This year, in an effort to save both money and dollars, I'm sending out fewer cards the old fashioned way and trying my hand at a little modern holiday fun. When you click on the video below, you will have a pretty good idea of why I believe the digital camera was invented by someone with a large family after years of trying to get the perfect holiday shot.

We've been doing this holiday photo gig for nearly two decades now, and when I think of the time, film, paper, chemicals, money and sanity expended on most of those pictures, it's a little nauseating. Getting one good shot of one child is a relatively painless process, but each time you add a child into the photographic mix, the potential for disaster increases exponentially. It's clear that in our family everyone needs at least one second chance (with the exception of and apologies to the girl, who you will see is smiling prettily in each and every shot).

Best wishes to all of you and enjoy the show. Then click here and tell me your photo horror stories.



Music: "Dreidel" by Erran Baron Cohen from the CD "Songs in the Key of Hanukkah".

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