At the Museo Casa Diego Rivera, Diego and I were equally bewildered.
“A kind of light spread out from [him]. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I haven’t stopped shooting since I’ve been in Guanajuato. The UNESCO Heritage Listed city itself is unbelievably beautiful, with that gorgeous colonial architecture framing an exhilarating assemblage of shapes and colors. It is impossible to ignore and for anyone who is visually inclined, an unending pleasure. Most of all, it’s impossible to ignore the binary play of light and shadow, where tone is all but lost to the camera’s eye before the long twilight sets in. A little bit of camera talk: the X-Pro 2 All pictures in this post were made with the pre-production X-Pro 2, now running production firmware. [Original, review and images here] I’ve been using it continuously since I got to North America in January, to Flemming‘s detriment, as this unit was meant for us both to share. The mildly stricken look on my face when I have to use anything else though, eventually led him to graciously declare that …
Awakened from a nap by a stream of music, some singing and what sounded like jumping around, I found the above scene in our kitchen here in Guanajuato. What’s going on, you ask? It’s Fujifilm X-Photographer Flemming Bo Jensen giving up photography. Remember, you heard it here first!
3 weeks on the road.
November 2015, Sri Lanka “Those carriages are from Romania,” said the little old man next to me. “They are fifty years old.” I’d scooted over on the long station bench to make room when he shuffled by. He sat between me and a man on the other side, birdlike, ancient, watching with interest while I took pictures of the carriages. There was a long scar that ran from just under his jaw, into his shirt. I found out later that he survived the rail disaster of 2004. The coastal train line that runs from Colombo to Galle that I am so charmed by, is at utter mercy of the ocean. “Where are you from?” he wanted to know. Singapore and Denmark, we said. He lit up at mention of the latter, bifocaled eyes magnifying the pleasure, eyebrows and ears lifting with …
Joshua Tree National Park, California, USA. Fujifilm X-Pro 2, XF 27mm f2.8 | 1/600 sec, f13, ISO 200
It was exquisite. I spent a whole day in late October last year, doing nothing but hitting “refresh” on DHL’s tracking site, willing the courier to make it to my door in under 12 parsecs. So lifting the pre-production model of the new X-Pro 2 out of its packing was a hotly anticipated moment. Picking up the X-Pro 2 for the first time felt like returning to some kind of photographic home. I got its predecessor – the X-Pro 1 – in 2012. It was my first X-series camera, and with the old XF 35mm f1.4, the only thing I had to make photos with for 2 years. It had been a while since I’ve held an X-Pro body. The first time this one sank into my palm, I had that feeling. The one …
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