Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Stuck? Stuck.

     I'm sorry for being gone for a few days. I've been kind of stressed out about some stuff, but anyway, right-o.
I have another favorite poem of mine, which is quite long, a little too long to post on here. "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", by T.S. Elliot. Here is an awesome review that I found on it. 

Pretty great concepts, eh? I completely agree, I just wish that he would've gone in deeper. Anyway, can anyone translate the beginning of the poem for me please?

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

To Autumn, by John Keats

One of my all time favorites.


SEASON of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
  Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
  With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,        5
  And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
    To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
  And still more, later flowers for the bees,
  Until they think warm days will never cease,        10
    For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
  Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
  Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;        15
Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep,
  Drows’d with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
    Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
  Steady thy laden head across a brook;        20
  Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
    Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.

Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they?
  Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,        25
  And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
  Among the river sallows, borne aloft
    Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;        30
  Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
  The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
    And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

The Mainstream

I am doing a paper on the mainstream music scene. What is your opinion of it?

Depth of Field, and music!

     This week's assignment was to demonstrate our knowledge of the depth of field in a photograph. Here's my take: 

     And here is U2 at LiveAid in 1985. This video alone gives me chills. I saw them last year at their 360 tour. It was nothing short of amazing. 

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Okay, Second.

Getting the hang of this.

Assignment 1: Motion!

   We were assigned to take photographs of subjects involving motion. Here is mine.

     Tell me what you think.

-P.S. I hate using watermarks, photographers always seem to ruin their pictures this way nowadays. If you want to use any of my works for anything, I really don't care, as long as it doesn't involve anything commercially. Thanks!

Saturday, September 25, 2010


     I guess that I'll just introduce myself. My name is River Black. I am an english major, possibly photography minor at my local community college. I'll probably just be posting my work from photography class in here, maybe even my essays for my english classes. Critiques and criticisms are encouraged, so please, I'm here for a reason. Let me know what you think.
     I'll post some examples of my work.

Digital, taken with Canon 20d, with 50mm 1.8.

Film, 35mm Canon AE-1.


Film, 35mm Canon AE-1.