NЮ № 194
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Fotograf w potrzasku .
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Na południu + 19 , w ciągu dnia temperatura będzie wzrastać .
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Górny Śląsk piąta 01 .
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Miejski ekosystem .
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Słońce na miedzy .
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Czy ten Pan i Pani ?
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12th street of Katowice
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Lomo - z koloru powstałaś i w kolor się obrócisz .
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Pół szklanki samogonu .
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50°20′54″N
18°54′56″E
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Stany ruchu i stagnacji .
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Memento dla miejskości .
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Stypa mistrza i domknięte przypadki .
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Tyndyryndy i te duże i te małe .
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Na Bambetlu .
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Przystań Abelarda - tu krzyżują się drogi czasu i przestrzeni .
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Na tropie 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Foto Foch
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Na krakowską nutę .
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W Paryżu najlepsze kasztany są na placu Pigalle .
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Ostry dyżur - fotografuje Ginter Garbaciok z Chropaczowa .
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Napędza mnie słońce i wiatr . Papierosy i kawa ze śmietanką też .
prorocy mają być ludżmi nieustraszonymi . i mają zawsze pełne ręce roboty , której nie widać .
— 13.11.2012, 00:41:54
Street Photography - to fotografia niereżyserowana, przedstawiająca bardziej sytuacje lub sceny niż konkretne obiekty czy ludzi. Intensywnie operująca skojarzeniem, zestawieniem, kontrastem i anegdotą, często eksponująca znaczenie momentu. Swoją nazwę zawdzięcza początkom, które miała na miejskiej ulicy, dziś bardziej odnosi się do stylu a nie do miejsca wykonania.
/Snaps.pl/
— 30.10.2012, 10:53:16
Ile osób potrafi przeanalizować prace, pod kątem kompozycji, technikaliów i przekazu?
Ile osób potrafi odnieść się do malarstwa - w sumie do "korzeni" foto.
Ile osób za zadane pytanie: dlaczego fotografujesz? będzie potrafiło powiedzieć coś sensownego.
Oczywiście każdy ma prawo do robienia zdjęć ale nie każdy winien mieć możliwość do pokazywania ich. [miro72]
Sztuka to nie dziwka - nie wyrucha się jej na szybko.
/miro72/
— 15.10.2012, 00:56:48
http://panoramy.zbooy.pl/360/?c=slask&lang=p&pg=0
— 12.10.2012, 01:58:48
"Bo myśli moje nie są myślami waszymi ani wasze drogi moimi drogami.
Bo jak niebiosa górują nad ziemią, tak drogi moje - nad waszymi drogami i myśli moje - nad myślami waszymi."
Czy fotografie przedstawiają to, co widzimy, czy to, co chcielibyśmy zobaczyć? To, co rzeczywiste, czy to, co wyobrażone? Na czym może skupiać się fotografia? Na wiernym, realistycznym prezentowaniu rzeczywistości, na odzwierciedlaniu stanów wewnętrznych i emocji, czy może na kreowaniu odrealnionych, niejednokrotnie poetyckich wizji?
"Kiedy wycięte zostanie ostatnie drzewo, ostatnia rzeka zostanie zatruta i zginie ostatnia ryba, odkryjemy, że nie można jeść pieniędzy".
— 21.07.2012, 03:08:26
Wyciągnięta ręka i cisza naprzeciw. Mały portret samotności każdego? Podobizna odwiecznej obojętności świata? Figura losu? Emblemat tego, co zawsze wychodzi nam najlepiej - emblemat ciągłej utraty? Twoja ręka wyciągnięta, a naprzeciw cisza albo czyjeś szklane oko lalki, albo czyjeś oddalające się plecy, albo... Zawsze nic. Kruchy obraz z trzech słów - ilu jeszcze nostalgii, pustek, rozczarowań może być metaforą? W lirycznej opowiastce Mielczarka jest ich ćwierć setki.
— 17.07.2012, 18:51:39
Osiem postaci, każda z tylko jedną walizką i jedną pamiątką. Nieświadome reguł zachowania w mieście, wędrują z miejsca na miejsce, jakby właśnie przybyły z odległego lądu. Skrupulatnie badają wszystko, co znajdą na swej drodze – jak dzieci. Kamczatka to lustro naszego zachowania wobec Odmiennych, Obcych, Innych.
prorocy mają być ludżmi nieustraszonymi . i mają zawsze pełne ręce roboty , której nie widać .
— 13.11.2012, 00:41:54
Street Photography - to fotografia niereżyserowana, przedstawiająca bardziej sytuacje lub sceny niż konkretne obiekty czy ludzi. Intensywnie operująca skojarzeniem, zestawieniem, kontrastem i anegdotą, często eksponująca znaczenie momentu. Swoją nazwę zawdzięcza początkom, które miała na miejskiej ulicy, dziś bardziej odnosi się do stylu a nie do miejsca wykonania. /Snaps.pl/
— 30.10.2012, 10:53:16
Ile osób potrafi przeanalizować prace, pod kątem kompozycji, technikaliów i przekazu? Ile osób potrafi odnieść się do malarstwa - w sumie do "korzeni" foto. Ile osób za zadane pytanie: dlaczego fotografujesz? będzie potrafiło powiedzieć coś sensownego. Oczywiście każdy ma prawo do robienia zdjęć ale nie każdy winien mieć możliwość do pokazywania ich. [miro72]
— 20.10.2012, 00:32:12
■ ■ łapię chwile ulotne jak ulotka . . . . ulotne chwile łapię jak fotka . . . . [Paktofonika]
— 18.10.2012, 01:56:51
Aby kilka fotografii przetrwać mogło. Aby zapisać i zatrzymać w kadrze znaki czasu....
— 16.10.2012, 22:05:22
http://autofocus.blox.pl/2008/01/Wielcy-fotografowie-w-Internecie.html
— 16.10.2012, 02:43:46
Sztuka to nie dziwka - nie wyrucha się jej na szybko. /miro72/
— 15.10.2012, 00:56:48
http://panoramy.zbooy.pl/360/?c=slask&lang=p&pg=0
— 12.10.2012, 01:58:48
"Bo myśli moje nie są myślami waszymi ani wasze drogi moimi drogami. Bo jak niebiosa górują nad ziemią, tak drogi moje - nad waszymi drogami i myśli moje - nad myślami waszymi."
— 10.10.2012, 01:50:43
Weitwinkel 35mm f/2.8
— 9.10.2012, 21:13:38
http://www.tumblr.com/dashboard
— 6.10.2012, 02:54:39
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.431157774730.214013.562264730&type=1
— 20.09.2012, 22:23:58
http://phototon.ru
— 19.09.2012, 23:21:52
http://fotocasty.pl/2255/chata-lesnych-ludzi/
— 19.09.2012, 03:42:02
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0_BtusvGwEg&feature=relmfu
— 4.09.2012, 02:13:45
solarigrafiadebica
— 25.08.2012, 10:11:59
oj tam , oj tam - - - - - - > http://naiwnenotatki.blox.pl/resource/405_in.jpg
— 20.08.2012, 19:56:54
http://www.anielska.com.pl/konkurs/doc/regulamin.pdf
— 19.08.2012, 21:36:45
www.marcinkuran.com
— 17.08.2012, 18:40:22
http://www.misje-peru.blogspot.com/
— 9.08.2012, 01:19:20
http://slowphotography.pl/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=66:pinhol-mac&catid=61:felietony&Itemid=83
— 5.08.2012, 20:11:18
coming out
— 5.08.2012, 12:13:00
Czy fotografie przedstawiają to, co widzimy, czy to, co chcielibyśmy zobaczyć? To, co rzeczywiste, czy to, co wyobrażone? Na czym może skupiać się fotografia? Na wiernym, realistycznym prezentowaniu rzeczywistości, na odzwierciedlaniu stanów wewnętrznych i emocji, czy może na kreowaniu odrealnionych, niejednokrotnie poetyckich wizji?
— 5.08.2012, 11:49:50
http://klubkm.pl/ipl/D40.pdf
— 3.08.2012, 23:51:29
http://www.generationsofparticipation.eu/interviews/poland/wywiad-z-ks-andrzejem-szpakiem
— 28.07.2012, 00:59:24
http://www.cbruno.hostfast.eu//strona_pl/index_pl.html
— 27.07.2012, 18:22:55
"Kiedy wycięte zostanie ostatnie drzewo, ostatnia rzeka zostanie zatruta i zginie ostatnia ryba, odkryjemy, że nie można jeść pieniędzy".
— 21.07.2012, 03:08:26
Wyciągnięta ręka i cisza naprzeciw. Mały portret samotności każdego? Podobizna odwiecznej obojętności świata? Figura losu? Emblemat tego, co zawsze wychodzi nam najlepiej - emblemat ciągłej utraty? Twoja ręka wyciągnięta, a naprzeciw cisza albo czyjeś szklane oko lalki, albo czyjeś oddalające się plecy, albo... Zawsze nic. Kruchy obraz z trzech słów - ilu jeszcze nostalgii, pustek, rozczarowań może być metaforą? W lirycznej opowiastce Mielczarka jest ich ćwierć setki.
— 17.07.2012, 18:51:39
Osiem postaci, każda z tylko jedną walizką i jedną pamiątką. Nieświadome reguł zachowania w mieście, wędrują z miejsca na miejsce, jakby właśnie przybyły z odległego lądu. Skrupulatnie badają wszystko, co znajdą na swej drodze – jak dzieci. Kamczatka to lustro naszego zachowania wobec Odmiennych, Obcych, Innych.
— 17.07.2012, 18:40:36
http://www.csf.katowice.pl/?p=/pl/menu/4/6/2/1
— 15.07.2012, 17:19:59