“Now remember — you need not use a phone to participate in this challenge or any other challenge we share here at the Daily Post. You can use any camera you prefer.
“Shoot from the hip: Grab your phone or your camera and experiment with NOT framing shots. xxx keep pressing that shutter button while holding the camera at hip level. Find anything surprising in those shots that you may have missed from shooting at eye level?
“Shoot from the heel: How low can you go? Now that you’ve taken a few shots from the hip, get even lower. xxx Hold the camera as low as you can and snap away. You’ll be amazed at how your perspective shifts after you’ve taken a few shots from your shoelaces.
“Share your favorite perspective: Let’s open it up — as a photographer, what’s your favorite perspective to shoot from? xxx”
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WordPress Phoneography Challenge: My Neighborhood
(photography by cellphone or camera phone)
“Over the housetops,
Above the rotating chimney-pots,
I have seen a shiver of amethyst,
And blue and cinnamon have flickered
A moment,
At the far end of a dusty street.
Through sheeted rain
Has come a lustre of crimson,
And I have watched moonbeams
Hushed by a film of palest green.
“It was her wings,
Goddess!
Who stepped over the clouds,
And laid her rainbow feathers
Aslant on the currents of the air.
“I followed her for long,
With gazing eyes and stumbling feet.
I cared not where she led me,
My eyes were full of colours:
Saffrons, rubies, the yellows of beryls,
And the indigo-blue of quartz;
Flights of rose, layers of chrysoprase,
Points of orange, spirals of vermilion,
The spotted gold of tiger-lily petals,
The loud pink of bursting hydrangeas.
“I followed,
And watched for the flashing of her wings.
In the city I found her,
The narrow-streeted city.
In the market-place I came upon her,
Bound and trembling.
Her fluted wings were fastened to her sides with cords,
She was naked and cold,
For that day the wind blew
Without sunshine.
“Men chaffered for her,
They bargained in silver and gold,
In copper, in wheat,
And called their bids across the market-place.
The Goddess wept.
Hiding my face I fled,
And the grey wind hissed behind me,
Along the narrow streets.”
– by Amy Lowell
“ The Captured Goddess”
Cellphone photography by Myra Lambino, shot at Montrose Farmers Market, Los Angeles, California
