Thursday, May 27, 2010

lost love


Like so many other "fans," I've followed "Lost" over the course of its six-year run. The first two marked the honeymoon period for me with the following two transitioning into the disillusionment and irritation phase of the relationship. I mistakenly thought season five was to be the last and hung in there, only to find to my massive disappointment, that I had to continue one more year before the final chapter was to air. Although the last four years were not a TOTAL waste of time (actually, the fact that it is TV implies that yes, it really was a total waste of time . . . ) with some moments of entertainment and enjoyment, I couldn't help but feel like I was being "played." (Let me be the first to admit that I'm often challenged by the obvious.) I had to wait for the series finale last Sunday night to confirm whether this was the case or not. My conclusion? Yes, I was being played, but due to some of the emotionally fulfilling moments (particularly the revelations of Sawyer and Juliet and Jin and Sun) , I didn't mind so much.

I remain a little baffled about the sideways universe story line and its conclusion in the church especially because I hate the idea that all of the characters have died somewhere along the way (regardless of "when") and are there because they have essentially "willed" themselves into this place before moving on to the light. I can accept it as readily as any other ending though. If you consider all of the machinations and meanderings the writers of "Lost" have subjected us to throughout the six years, this ending will suffice. It seems to me the series ended as something quite different than what it had started out as. In the end though, good triumphs over evil, relationships that were formed culminated in a happily-ever-after, people we mourned returned to reunite with their loved ones and in a nicely-wrapped piece of writing, the show ended with a shot of Jack closing his eyes as he dies (not alone, I am compelled to mention, but in the soothing company of Vincent, Walt's dog), the perfect counterpart to the very first scene of the beginning episode where we see Jack opening his eyes immediately following the crash of Oceanic 815.

I've read several blogs and critiques of the final episode, but enjoyed Todd VanDerWerff's review in the Los Angeles Times the most. In his first review (he wrote a second follow-up article a few days after his initial reactions to the finale), he suggests that Lindelof and Cuse, the show's producers, threw a lot of different elements into "Lost" to appeal to a large and varied audience. There was the science fiction aspect of the show, certainly mysticism was at play, and philosophy (hell, one of the main characters was named John Locke!), etc. VanDerWerff suggests that this cornucopia of underlying and interlacing themes allowed the viewers to embrace whatever aspect appealed to them most.

In my case, I was always captivated by the love portrayed in "Lost," and I'm not just referring to the obvious coupling that transpired between the various men and women. Let's not forget the friendship that existed between Charlie and Hugo as an example. The moments I anxiously awaited throughout the years were those glimpses into the blooming love between characters - Kate and Jack, Kate and Sawyer, Jack and Juliet, Sawyer and Juliet, Jin and Sun, Charlie and Claire, Rose and Bernard and not in the least, Desmond and Penny. Somehow their story lines resonated with me and brought the humanity back into the otherwise perplexing trappings that first attracted my attention. They reminded us of what serves as our anchor in the face of uncertainty, potential danger and adversity. They showed us that love is a precious thing and that we are somehow made more noble by it and that our life has more purpose when we love somebody and in turn are loved. Even Vincent the dog demonstrated this (yes, yes, I know, it is just a conceit of the writers and not an actual event, but still . . . ) when he appeared to comfort Jack and usher him out of this world. And so it ends; a six-year relationship full of its own ups and downs. I suppose now I'll have to look for love elsewhere since there will no longer be my "Lost" love.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

gf1 images

Following are two versions of the same image shot with the GF1. It's a little cliche, but it's a start. I apologize up front for posting too many entries related to my photography. I infinitely prefer writing about the Loch Ness Monster or the Large Hadron Collider, etc., but alas, inspiration has not been forthcoming lately. Hopefully something will be coming my way soon.

opposing views - photographically speaking

I've been experiencing an inner conflict with my photography recently. Not long ago, I purchased a new camera to serve as my primary "brush" to capture new images. When selecting the proper camera it is essential to choose one that provides the proper combination of resolution, image quality and low-light capability (as well as handling and for me, aesthetic appeal). Also there is the issue of buying the most technologically advanced camera available so it has some product life before newer, shinier technology is unveiled. Unfortunately, around the same time that I had received my new camera (a normally inspiring acquisition that sends me into a photographic frenzy), the Impossible Project began shipping its new PX100 film. As mentioned, technically the PX100 is a bad film. It lacks contrast and suffers from a lack of resolution. Used to its full advantage this film can produce some remarkably beautiful, dream-like images. So my new camera has languished as I have been extensively (and expensively) shooting with my 1972 Polaroid SX70 camera.

(Below is the same subject shot with PX100 film and my digital GF1 camera for comparison)


This week, as I await a credit from the Impossible Project for defective film, I have once again taken up my new camera. This has given rise to the inner conflict I opened with. I have been deliberately shooting "bad" images with the PX100 film for a few weeks and now must focus (forgive the bad pun) on producing images that do justice to the latest technology. While PX100 film images "suggest" the essence of the subject matter captured on its flawed photographic emulsion, the GF1 images should "pop" with the hyper-realistic resolution and color made possible by the newest generation of digital sensors. In shooting with the new camera, I have gone from the dream-like images of sleep to the harsh reality of the waking world. I'm not implying that beauty can't be found in reality (well, maybe I am when I use the word "harsh"), but it is a little more problematic. Honestly, I do become a little weary of seeing too many "dream-like" images and sometimes yearn for an identifiable "clean" crisp image. In the meantime, I grapple with myself as I try to move between both sets of photography. As Oscar Wilde once said, "Art is not a thing, it is a way."

Friday, May 21, 2010

defective film

As mentioned in my earlier post, Impossible Project had problems with their manufacturing process. They actually had an acronym for their problem, the LLP which translates to the "loose lamination problem." Here is an example of the problem and my Photoshop "fix."

Thursday, May 20, 2010

more Impossible Project PX100 images

I discovered there are manufacturing problems with the PX100 film that has been adversely impacting the images produced with this latest batch of film. An irregular shape appears at the top center of each sheet of film looking roughly like a chocolate thumbprint. I've taken the liberty of "cleaning" this up with Photoshop, but the latest pack of film was by far the worst. The chocolate thumbprint looks more like an oil spill on the top of each image, making the cleanup even more problematic. Thankfully, the Impossible Project team has accommodated its customers by offering a $2.50 credit for each returned sheet. This accelerated my use of the film since it provided almost "free" reign to shoot images without having to worry about the expense. The Impossible Project will not return the submitted images, but I can still scan them and retain the digital files for future use. As a result of my profligate shooting, I produced three images I was pleased with. I share them here with you.