A quotidian photojournal by Jorge Ledesma

Street Tog Realizations

Posted on February 1st, 2012

Walking by streets one can certainly get some funny faces. I’m being facetious off course. Some folks get angry and some folks don’t know how to really react. You can see it on their faces if they’re the subject of my frame or not, you can sense their ambivalence, its quite humorous actually.

Walking — Panasonic GF1, Olympus 17mm

Today, I came to the realization that folks seem a lot less on guard if you have a small compact(could be a m43 like a GF1/EP1 or a Ricoh GRD/LX3 type of camera) hanging from your neck as oppose to having my camera from a wrist strap and then pulling it up. I not sure if its the whole motion of bringing up the camera but something definitely happens when you bring it up, as oppose to clicking the shutter from your chest or a slight manipulation from there. I could be wrong but these are just my initial impressions as I pretty much always shoot with camera attached to a wrist strap.

Yeah Man — Panasonic GF1, Olympus 17mm

Have you experienced something similar in your style of shooting?

The Old Man and the Sea

Posted on January 31st, 2012

Old man and the Sea
 

I came from the outside, the rules of photography didn’t interest me… there were things you could do with a camera that you couldn’t do with any other medium… grain, contrast, blur, cock-eyed framing, eliminating or exaggerating grey tones and so on. I thought it would be good to show what’s possible, to say that this is as valid of a way of using the camera as conventional approaches.
 
— William Klein

 

Today was a tough day for me, very sad indeed, but with my head up high, I’ll bounce back

 

Week 4 | 20102

Posted on January 29th, 2012

The Rebirth of Cool


Have you ever felt invisible, on top of the world and just filled with creativity. Well, that’s exactly how I feel after having been without a photographic tool for about 10 days just observing and making imaginary shots.

Morning Dew

The images on this post all belong the Lumix LX3. I was so enchanted with this little jewel that I even decided to write my first ongoing user base experience review to chronicle my findings.

Master Lock

I found the title of this week’s post very apropos — The Rebirth of Cool, as its exactly how I feel. Having had time off daily photographing and honing in the eye plus coupled with a tool that really acts as an extension of the eye is a truly marvelous experience.

Branch

You may be asking yourselves perhaps “Where does the LX3 fit into your workflow?” Well, as I explained in the previous week. I’m going through a metamorphosis much like a butterly and this week marks the rebirth of something new, something special, something dear to me and that is — having that extension of my eye with me at all times. The LX3 comes in to fill big shoes as its replacing my beloved Ricoh GRD3.

Flower

I know a lot of you out there in the mix know the Ricoh GRD3 is quite a capable digicam and worthy of all its praises. Indeed, it is a great digicam but as of late, I found myself needing a bit more focal length. After several months of scouring reviews and specifications I arrived at the conclusion that the LX3 was the perfect tool for me despite it almost being 4 yrs old. Hmm, almost 4 year old camera introduced during the 4th week of this project — priceless

Original Grafitti
 
 

Lumix LX3

Posted on January 27th, 2012

  • Look
  • Bayamos
  • Little Havana Lady

Say hello to my little friend,” as the famous quote in Scarface said. This is my new Panasonic LX3 and I think I found the appropriate replacement to my Ricoh GRD3. More to come soon . . . 1st Impressions, user experience, and all that fun stuff. By the way, I’m still without a m43 camera body as I sold my GF1 kit a few days ago and I’m on the hunt for my next boy, hint, its going to have IS in the body.

Update

I just published an ongoing review of this great digicam and you can read and follow its progress here →.

In your Eyes

Posted on January 26th, 2012


 

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
 
— Dorothea Lange