I would like to start by thanking Shelley for inviting us to participate in the 100% Stuck in Plastic “ Why” series.
How I started in toy photography is a bit long story; from my early years I remember art as one of the most important things in my (and my family’s) life due to my fathers work; he’s a painter, sculptor and interior designer. So I started to be interested in the arts at a very young age. Continue reading Why? By Isaac Renteria
The latest photo challenge on the Stuck in Plastic blog was more about writing and thinking than about “doing photography.” At that same time, it was perhaps more about doing photography than the physical doing of photography. You can, do photography, for an extended time by walking around with a camera and capturing moments with the lens. It is very satisfying to do this. I believe though that eventually you need to start thinking and swimming in those thoughts if you want to continue on and not end up putting your camera on a shelf somewhere. There’s not “About 68,300,000 results” for the phrase “photography composition” because nobody wants to think and talk about doing photography. Continue reading Fracture
First and foremost, I would like to thank Shelly for inviting me to be a part of this blog and the ongoing “Why?” series where Lego photographers alike share about why they take photos of Lego. Continue reading Why by Castleinthepool
I have always been, as much as I can remember, a person that receives words in a very literal way. Were I younger, I would say, I’m literal to a fault. However, time having passed, I’ve learned (almost) well enough to allow for some figurativeness in how I process words. (All the time. Assume everything is figurative. It’s the only way to survive.) When I read about the recent photography exercise on the Stuck in Plastic blog I was really excited to participate. It spoke to me in a very literal way. (Or I interpreted it in a very literal way, again, always.) Continue reading Object a Void Dance
You might recall an earlier post where I wrote about going on vacation and the challenges I had with that. Well, I’m happy to report I am writing this while on previously mentioned vacation. It’s been glorious! I am not trying to kick sand in the faces of my North Atlantic Seaboard brethren, but this beats the heck outta where you’re at right now. Continue reading Not a Chance!
Somewhere along the line I lost year.
It goes like this. My wife asked what I would like for my birthday (1/6 scale Sideshow Collectibles C-3PO with light up eyes, full articulation and bonus com-link!) when my age came up.
“48! Guess you’re an old man now!” she said jokingly.
“48? I’ll be 47.” I replied. Adding a year to my age . . . HILARIOUS!
“No Honey. You’ll be 48. We’re 47 now.” Continue reading How the…? What the…?
I’m an introvert.
I prefer to spend large amounts of time by myself. Being around groups of people (read that as more than one person) causes me physical and mental discomfort. I get headaches, my skin crawls and there’s a battle going on, internally, about staying or leaving. That said, I usually shoot my pictures alone. Continue reading the once and future Loner
An internet Troll is a disgusting, narcissistic and sadistic creature that takes great pleasure in making you as miserable as he/she is. They often conduct their campaigns of sleaze from the safe confines of their mothers basement, a filthy toilet stall in a high school or while sponging free wifi as they sip their Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip in an over-priced, hipster d-bag coffee shop. Continue reading Thief!
I’m packing up my circus tent and going on the road.
Yup, I’ll be taking a break from this small corner of the planet and head off to somewhere much more pleasant this time of year. I do not care for winter and if I don’t have to subject myself to all of the nonsense that goes along with it for the duration, I won’t.
So off I go …to somewhere other than here and I’m taking my toys with me. “How fun!” you think, right? Continue reading bring ’em or leave ’em?