William Oldacre Photography

Tag: way

  • Creative Thoughts

    Creative Thoughts

    Convergent series, day, colour photograph, art, abstract, abstract expressionism, creative, city street, urban, downtown, cityscape, speed, blur, movement, motion, green, blue, orange, yellow, muted, wedge, shape
    Tilted Updraft, 2015 – Convergent :: (click to see more)

    Some time ago I had a project idea that involved surround video – the ability to simultaneously record video from all directions at once. I began gathering ideas and notes about equipment and processes to achieve this. Well much has changed since then and many surround video systems have been invented that would do the trick but for some reason I’ve never pursued the project further.

    I have a feeling it was more the dream of inventing something new that was interesting rather than the using of the tool to create something with it. I’m not sure.

    A corollary – there was a time when I lusted after the latest greatest gear. But I could never afford it and so I’d find ways to achieve my goals with what I had or could scrounge. In the end I got used to doing that and now having great gear while usually more enjoyable to use doesn’t matter so much to me.

    It’s more interesting to get the idea going rather than dream about the best way to do it.

  • A Puzzle

    A Puzzle

    Light Signatures series, day, colour photograph, art, abstract, abstract expressionism, creative, city street, urban, downtown, cityscape, speed, blur, movement, motion, red, blue, green, muted, streaks, waves, swoosh, pattern
    Aurora Borealis, 2014 – Light Signatures :: (click to see more)

    The city is a puzzle to me. I’ve always viewed it as a maze in which I must find the shortest or quickest path to traverse – perhaps this is the way cab drivers think too. But there is a certain alienation that occurs when you view the place you live as a puzzle to solve – as a series of way points between origin and destination.

    For me this has resolved to some degree by an inexorable rise in the number of destination points surrounding my home, so that areas I pass through become less about space I travel through, and more about another destination I pass by. Odd as it seems – even after living in the same house for 20 years now – I don’t know the names of all the streets in my immediate hood. Perhaps from a lack of destination points on those streets – even though I’ve traveled down them all many times.

    Maybe it’s my mental map that’s slowly populating with points of interest – whatever this is – it underlies my perspective of this space I occupy and call home – this city I travel through in my daily life.