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2016-160 The Gentle Light - blurb for ICPG show

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Published: June 9, 2016
The Gentle Light

Sometimes the photographer chooses the theme; sometimes the theme chooses the photographer. This one chose me.

I was struck by the gentleness of the light in all the photographs. In some cases it was the nature of the day or the camera; in others it was the way I worked up the scanned negatives. If gentleness is strength under control, then there are far worse ways one could interact with the world.
The exhibit includes photos from several different cameras, the most excellent Welta Weltur and Yashica-D, the venerable Argus C3 Brick and the marvelous Holga Pinhole. There is even a set from a roll of 35 mm film rewound with a 120 spool and backing and shot with the Holga Pinhole. It was not an entirely successful experiment, but I like these four photos from around the neighborhood.

Thanks to m’lady for putting up with my cameras, and to Amber for letting me take her portrait. (The portaits are going to her after the show. If you want to buy one I will happily frame another set for her.)



Steven Tryon is a regular exhibitor at Image City.  He has been known to shoot with digital cameras, and take an occasional color photograph, but his main love is black and white photography with classic film cameras.  The light meter lives in his pocket.  He has mostly switched from Kodak TMax and TriX to Ilford Delta and HP5. Both Kodak and Ilford make superb film.

Steve's day job is in software system quality assurance as a contractor at Xerox.  He thinks he may get to retire some day, at which time he hopes to spend more time out with the camera and downstairs in the dark room.

Steven Tryon – pearwood.deviantArt.com – June 2016
Soli Deo Gloria.
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TheEmptyChest's avatar
Oooh, congrats! :clap: Hope it's a success, and I have good faith that it will be. 
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pearwood|Hobbyist Photographer
Thank you. It went well. :hug:
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Great! Glad to hear it. :hug:
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rdungan1918's avatar
Congrat's on your show. I wish I was close enough to come see it :D:D
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pearwood|Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks. That would be very cool.
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pearwood|Hobbyist Photographer
:bow:
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Wonderful! Hope it's a great success
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pearwood|Hobbyist Photographer
Thanks, Dave.
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davincipoppalag|Hobbyist General Artist
welcome sir
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Have a good show!
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Thank you!
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