Bitter Grounds - espresso fueled ramblings

Sunday, April 22, 2018

I've been wandering around casing out various neigbourhoods, testing possible routes for the Mapping Toronto project (read an update here) and found myself at Allen Gardens on the weekend.  AG is a wonderful conservatory plonked in the downtown area of Toronto. The greenhouses cover 16,000 square feet of land, and is usually a beehive of activity.  I haven't visited in years. I lurked around outside taking photos of the buildings. Along the backside, there is a stretch of windows that presented an interesting exercise, the sun was intense and the glare from the white window frames made setting the exposure difficult. So I fussed for awhile taking a number of random shots, testing out new ideas and then toddled off home. I fired up the photos and was surprised I managed to capture the plants inside quite well, which was one of the aims. But, the unexpected bonus was the occassional face framed by citrus fruit and leaves: Photo of the windows at the back of Allen Gardens

The long view gave a hint of what was there so I cropped a bit, played with the contrast and exposure and came up with this series of intriguing snippets of a Saturday afternoon at Allen Gardens:


 Excitement among the citrusWindow frame one showing people enjoying the gardens


Window frame two showing people enjoying the gardens


Another long view of Allen Gardens through the windows

Window frame three showing people enjoying the gardens

Window frame four showing people enjoying the gardens

Another long view of the windows


Window frame  showing people enjoying the gardensAnother view of people inside Allen Gardens

Each panel seems to be telling a different story, entirely by accident. My first thoughts were, I could use these photos to improve my exposure skills, but as I blew up each part of the original, there seemed to be a different tale being told. The end result isn't what I set out to do, but by letting the photos tell their own story, the images were far more interesting. This definitely means I have to go back for another try. 



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Catpaw with a pint & a typical bad haircutTime for a new look - the venerable cat on a postage stamp is now retired. As much as I loved him, it was time for a face lift - bad haircut & all. 

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