I think the tight crop is just right. Without it, it’s just another portrait, landscape, whatever. Forcing you to look “for what is beyond the sides” … well, isn’t that the point, somehow?
IÃm straddling the fence on this one. I agree with Jennifer that a close crop creates wonder, however, perhaps I should not have cropped out the two Acton cops chasing the mountain lion past my bird feeder.
I’m just worried that this is a trend towards narrower and narrower pictures, ending up with a single vertical line of pixels–the ultimate in Macluanish coolness, where all interpretation is up to the viewer’s imagination–the graphic equivalent of text.
Looking at that picture is sheer torture for me. I’m imagining the ski-untracked powder off to the side. (There’s no XC skiing within 100 mi of balmy Bowie.)
Oh, Rakkity, we have so much ski-untracked
powder off to every side, you may need to live with us again.
Don’t worry about the pixels; Michael could not bear not to record his unique window on the world, and his unique window is definitely not narrow.
Comment by rakkity'soldapartmentmate — January 29, 2005 @ 8:18 pm
I’m struggling to add a border with Acton police and a mountain lion to France, 1981 — which actually was the photo I was enjoying. I’ve got more than enough white stuff at my house.
Proving yet again that one man’s art is another’s nuisance, just this morning I knocked icycles that sizeoff my roof line, instead of photographing them.
Great icicles!
But what’s with the narrow pictures all of a sudden?
My eyes keep straying to the left and right borders, looking for what is beyond the sides.
Comment by rakkity — January 28, 2005 @ 5:22 pm
I think the tight crop is just right. Without it, it’s just another portrait, landscape, whatever. Forcing you to look “for what is beyond the sides” … well, isn’t that the point, somehow?
Comment by Jennifer — January 28, 2005 @ 10:15 pm
IÃm straddling the fence on this one. I agree with Jennifer that a close crop creates wonder, however, perhaps I should not have cropped out the two Acton cops chasing the mountain lion past my bird feeder.
Comment by michael — January 29, 2005 @ 3:22 pm
I’m just worried that this is a trend towards narrower and narrower pictures, ending up with a single vertical line of pixels–the ultimate in Macluanish coolness, where all interpretation is up to the viewer’s imagination–the graphic equivalent of text.
Looking at that picture is sheer torture for me. I’m imagining the ski-untracked powder off to the side. (There’s no XC skiing within 100 mi of balmy Bowie.)
Comment by rakkity — January 29, 2005 @ 6:14 pm
Oh, Rakkity, we have so much ski-untracked
powder off to every side, you may need to live with us again.
Don’t worry about the pixels; Michael could not bear not to record his unique window on the world, and his unique window is definitely not narrow.
Comment by rakkity'soldapartmentmate — January 29, 2005 @ 8:18 pm
I’m struggling to add a border with Acton police and a mountain lion to France, 1981 — which actually was the photo I was enjoying. I’ve got more than enough white stuff at my house.
Comment by Jennifer — January 29, 2005 @ 9:23 pm
Proving yet again that one man’s art is another’s nuisance, just this morning I knocked icycles that sizeoff my roof line, instead of photographing them.
Comment by smiling — January 30, 2005 @ 10:43 am