I never finally created my own, my personal photography style. My lenses were always wide open. There were various attempts. May be some of you remember my „bronze“ period. Or my awful HDR images. I tried everything from street, architecture to portrait and landscape photography. And don’t forget macro and dog photography. And I will continue to do so. At least in this blog. So welcome on board, fasten your seat belt and wait for Boomer (my dog) to come around serving drinks. A few days ago I deleted all of my social media accounts. I retired this year and now I retired from social media. But there is one genre that always had a bigger place in my heart. Black and white. Also a few days ago I created a new blog. moorkind.wordpress.com. This blog has some unique posting characteristics. Just the headline. One black and white or monochrome image, design or video. No comments. Wordless posts. My world in black and white. May be some very old images, older images and definitely new ones. But always my personal work. No guarantees to post daily. May be 2-3 posts a week. I have already posted some initial posts. Hope to see some of you over there. I am aware that a black and white blog may not be appropriate in dark times like these. But black and white images have to show stories and soul. And this is is my final challenge I would like to face in my remaining years on this planet. My world in black and white. moorkind.wordpress.com Thanks for reading and happy days. Reinhold
PS: Moorkind – means child of the moors. It is the brand I use for all of my design and now for my black and white photography and video work.
All other content will stay with Reinhold Staden Photography.
The predator slowly moved forward. He listened to the sounds of the wetlands and smelled possible prey nearby. He had to be careful. There was this old guardian of the moors. He would be able to tame him with spells like „sit“ and „down“. But may be chicken and cheese would still be his reward. So he moved on.
After the old wizard passed the Guardian of the Moor and entered the path to the White, Light Moor he returned to the junction and slept there for the night. He looked at the images in his magic cube and was happy about the stolen results.
In the morning when the fog was still covering the landscape he accessed the black, dark moor through another secret path.
The black dark moor was covered with fog and the silhouettes of the trees, which looked like marching giants and warriors frightens the old wizard. He quickly stole a few images of the scene and returned to his home and a hot cup of tea.
Thank you for your interest and patience.
In my next post I will explain what the “Moorland Photography Concept” is all about.
Adjustment layer “Black and White” and Preset “Infrared”. The more green and blue colors in your RAW file, the more black and white is created by this little tweak. Turning an old camera into “infrared” would be another (but expensive) option. This turns the bright sunlight hours during daytime into a “productive” time zone for photography.
The national park “Wadden Sea” – world heritage and an area where you feel “solitude”. Light, textures, wind, clouds, sand and water… awesome landscape and stunning views. In times like these it’s a place to be alone in the landscape and nature.
Thanks to all for your helpful input. My solution – no real “solution”. I am reducing the image size to 800×600 / 600×800 / 800×800, full use of copyright information in the file and my known watermark. And now… we have some work to accomplish… LANDSCAPE PHOTOGRAPHY! 🙂
Sometimes you have to get your feet wet. I was desperate to reach the position for the above composition. There was no trail or route to reach it. Except… walking into the lake. No problem. I was wearing my wellies and walked into the lake. Too eager to reach this position I suddenly felt water making its way into the wellies and I felt my feet getting cold and wet. I was still not at the position I wanted to reach. At that point it was pointless to care any more. I continued walking into the lake. Wellies filled up with water I walked until the water was “above” my knees. Made the shot and walked back. What a feeling and sound to walk. Sitting at a dry spot at the beach I tried to get the water out of my wellies by lifting my legs. May be not the best idea. But finally it was cold and wet only and I continued the shoot. After 30 minutes the sound of walking with wet feet disappeared and the feet felt warm but still wet. When I reached the car I swapped my wellies with my walking shoes. After a short drive home I walked into the shower… to get my feet wet. But this time with hot water. Heaven!