tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80629127403635161882024-03-09T02:15:40.023-05:00Tom Arbour PhotographyLiving a photographic life...Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.comBlogger172125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-90729621556517901602020-11-08T13:44:00.002-05:002020-11-08T13:51:18.947-05:00Red Maple, Silver Maple<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HjnofSiihdHld1hyphenhyphenq5relONTdwXxVlpfQJ4yGObFKDPlen_oCLZjO3T3Si9dIv_hiEMNfA-yK5Hjz_Sj4Oc7GdU11tUtcMeyAIT68szIBfcHgTX3pngyv2qPfRCmPXfVxdCHX5oJJg/s2000/_RBO9616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1333" data-original-width="2000" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3HjnofSiihdHld1hyphenhyphenq5relONTdwXxVlpfQJ4yGObFKDPlen_oCLZjO3T3Si9dIv_hiEMNfA-yK5Hjz_Sj4Oc7GdU11tUtcMeyAIT68szIBfcHgTX3pngyv2qPfRCmPXfVxdCHX5oJJg/w640-h426/_RBO9616.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Every house must have come with a silver maple tree in the front yard. It was the 1960's, and silver maples were cheap and grew quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">But they make horrible yard trees because their wood is weak and they grow to be humongous. There are very few silvers left, but the tree on the right is one of those. In nature, they typically have yellow leaves in the fall.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Many of the silver maples have been replaced by smaller cultivars of red maple, many of which have bright crimson leaves in Autumn. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This image captures a bit of the past, and a bit of the present, all playing out in our neighbor's front yard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">-Tom</div><p></p>Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-44659676378356708122020-10-24T19:35:00.004-04:002020-10-24T19:35:38.556-04:00Autumn Sidewalk<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65A2fxCnGsFbhpcYTHctbZRElbfSzvW1j6O_6e-f2cfdB0nNH0XkkQ0-eUlBcgSdWEWoTubk_vNv2OiD2s-vXIrTo5zM8s5hYmYBP22hUiboDzdypZ0akHSRguDnZz76uvehvmUt4pQ/s1000/APC_0130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="1000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg65A2fxCnGsFbhpcYTHctbZRElbfSzvW1j6O_6e-f2cfdB0nNH0XkkQ0-eUlBcgSdWEWoTubk_vNv2OiD2s-vXIrTo5zM8s5hYmYBP22hUiboDzdypZ0akHSRguDnZz76uvehvmUt4pQ/w640-h480/APC_0130.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /> <p></p><p>Does this work? Or is it too obtuse? I can't decide if I like it or hate it. Ultimately my eye just can't settle on anything pleasing, and it just keeps wandering. But when I back up, and look at the photo from afar, I like it much better. What do you think?</p><p>-Tom</p>Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-14715059734487357182020-10-21T21:37:00.002-04:002020-10-21T21:37:10.800-04:00Finding the Photo: Red Maple<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">How hard to you work to find a photograph? Do you ever feel that you just can't find it? </span></div><p></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZNkw6fthTx9xqesS2d_Dud2CRu62LiyRlEcL949FkxMpgYnMAwIIovfygdw6D13zl3zZN9cXX4ll6HapREtUdkMPQlvBCBaftoALTesIMSn48aGT5StBJTo5KroCBCZwtZk6DESEpg/s2000/IMG_2819.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZNkw6fthTx9xqesS2d_Dud2CRu62LiyRlEcL949FkxMpgYnMAwIIovfygdw6D13zl3zZN9cXX4ll6HapREtUdkMPQlvBCBaftoALTesIMSn48aGT5StBJTo5KroCBCZwtZk6DESEpg/w480-h640/IMG_2819.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><p><br /></p>We made a quick trip to Munroe Falls Metropark last Saturday afternoon. It was an opportunity to get out of the house, enjoy a sunny warm day, and take in the sights. I spotted a brilliant red maple tree and wanted to make a photograph. I had about 10 minutes while the kids were on the playground and/or patiently waiting in the van gobbling up Pokemon on their devices.<p></p><p>The image above is what I saw first. A nice red tree, with plenty of interesting contrast present in the yellows and greens. I think this is where 99% of phone photographers would stop. But what does it tell us? Does it make us feel anything? We see colored leaves, but not much else.</p><p>From experience, I really like to shoot fall colors with backlighting streaming through the now translucent leaves after the chlorophyll has broken down. I moved closer to the tree, and underneath it, and this was the result:</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9S_zlIIQlHigjZyg2gVBQeqAbDUvtvsTj8mON0ucHc9T9zaE3n3nY3QKrFaU0e4u3tbP0arT2gXHhHXl2RYc-ea607lZ8VeijsUjUOIm3bcxQEtRMjbjMVbjCfBKTLh9IKJJac5WQig/s2000/IMG_2813-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9S_zlIIQlHigjZyg2gVBQeqAbDUvtvsTj8mON0ucHc9T9zaE3n3nY3QKrFaU0e4u3tbP0arT2gXHhHXl2RYc-ea607lZ8VeijsUjUOIm3bcxQEtRMjbjMVbjCfBKTLh9IKJJac5WQig/w480-h640/IMG_2813-2.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Not very exciting, but we're getting somewhere. The contrast between the red and blue is nice, but most of the photograph is just blah, because I was under multiple layers of leaves. And it's just leaves. This photo doesn't tell the story of the tree. I needed to keep exploring.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQlgdVwbQ9hl5O68x-4KJe6BxQPfXGisu6Le5IZb_d6MN1bKzm8iyBRqXuwmTNWjUuLrftjeIxaH0jy16ilXLH6yMSNVx8IebpzumioUrBhiW2BcdVwqTUw1tpiYAWXQXBaY_BqPYxg/s2000/IMG_2817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1500" data-original-width="2000" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQlgdVwbQ9hl5O68x-4KJe6BxQPfXGisu6Le5IZb_d6MN1bKzm8iyBRqXuwmTNWjUuLrftjeIxaH0jy16ilXLH6yMSNVx8IebpzumioUrBhiW2BcdVwqTUw1tpiYAWXQXBaY_BqPYxg/w640-h480/IMG_2817.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div><br /></div>I stepped closer to the tree, and now i've left the mowed grass and stepped into the woods. I really liked this image, it's pleasant, calm, and peaceful, but not very bold. I wanted a stronger image.<div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccbMwrBHKIA3New_x1GWpkvJt-ufTLxLiMe5zuwIE7SGaVhPPVXhPHVi5syO6sqM5W6sKJVqppAGVwSj7-jcly-9yjbD7k2x5Riim2CqqoRzn2Yd6GuTQi9zmcR0gd0ISAN_X35NDAg/s2000/IMG_2827.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhccbMwrBHKIA3New_x1GWpkvJt-ufTLxLiMe5zuwIE7SGaVhPPVXhPHVi5syO6sqM5W6sKJVqppAGVwSj7-jcly-9yjbD7k2x5Riim2CqqoRzn2Yd6GuTQi9zmcR0gd0ISAN_X35NDAg/w480-h640/IMG_2827.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>Bam! Now we are getting somewhere. This is a photo of a tree, not just leaves. It tells a story. But in this angle, the tree looks ugly. There's little symmetry, the left fork branches off oddly, and it's lacking balance. I needed to adjust my view to find a composition that would be pleasant and not remind me of a an <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ent#:~:text=Ents%20are%20a%20race%20of,Old%20English%20word%20for%20giant.">Ent from Lord of the Rings</a>. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqefh7Zn9LrQJ_cFUvxDAq8Wu2ZuHF5hfevJRjtbAwM1O8uA_6hyZTNm-Oh5KDaUQt3jK6eavN-i0Uc9TqDEwuGmDDPQ9VrjyNisx5F6zHRClfUzGCqLOCWTPG3t4-o7qtW-DF8YMmcg/s2000/IMG_2840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="1500" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqefh7Zn9LrQJ_cFUvxDAq8Wu2ZuHF5hfevJRjtbAwM1O8uA_6hyZTNm-Oh5KDaUQt3jK6eavN-i0Uc9TqDEwuGmDDPQ9VrjyNisx5F6zHRClfUzGCqLOCWTPG3t4-o7qtW-DF8YMmcg/w480-h640/IMG_2840.jpg" width="480" /></a></div><br /><p>About ten steps to my left, as I crouched down on one knee, I found the shot. The two forks now complement each other while the limbs pleasantly radiate out in all directions. It's hard to believe this is the same tree. The contrasting blue sky and red leaves dominate the image, but are balanced by patches of yellow and green.</p><p>And by this point, I was being called out of the woods, with the boys ready to head home. In just 10 minutes of deliberate picture seeking, I found my photograph.</p><p>-Tom</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p></div>Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-91789977741155509562016-10-29T13:40:00.002-04:002016-10-29T13:44:44.980-04:00Canon EOS IX Advanced Photo System Camera<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Last fall, I was the lucky winner of an FPP sponsored contest. The prize? The mid 1990's Canon EOS IX, an interchangeable lens camera that used Advanced Photo System film. Designed to be the next big thing, the format quickly died as the century came to a close. The marketing behind the system stressed three possible print sizes for each frame. The native format, the shape of today's HDTV screens yields a 4x6" print, the C for classic generated a 4x6" print, and P for panorama resulted in a super wide 4x11" print! What I didn't understand until recently is that the "C" and "P" size prints were just taken from crops of the "H" or high definition print. </div>
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Since I wasn't going to be making prints, I shot all images with the intent on showing their final wide or "HD" format. Loving this extra wide framing, I decided to shoot most of my images with a Sigma 15mm fisheye lens. My wife and I took our boys out for a fall drive around the Alum Creek Reservoir near Delaware Ohio last fall to give the camera and lens a try. I was using FUJIFILM Nexia 200, but since it was expired, Michael suggested I shoot the film at 100 iso. After sitting on the film for an entire year, I wasn't expecting much. But after processing and scanning by <a href="https://thedarkroom.com/" target="_blank">The Darkroom</a>, I'm really impressed with the results.</div>
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This may have been Kodak and Fuji's last ditch effort to save film. In the end, it didn't work, but creating a native format in what would become our standard framing for HD televisions and computer monitors was about 10 years ahead of its time. I really enjoyed shooting with the Canon EOS IX. I'm off to go snag more APS film from the <a href="http://filmphotographyproject.com/store" target="_blank">FPP store</a>! <span style="font-size: 12.8px; text-align: center;"> </span></div>
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Now this is street photography. Very brief snow squalls rolled in strangely form the northeast across the city today. The snow was just enough to barely register as a lighter tone on the asphalt surface of Morse Road.<br />
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What a spectacular end to Christmas.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-50957014433255548142015-12-25T19:44:00.000-05:002015-12-25T19:44:39.040-05:00And We're Back from New York City<iframe frameborder="no" height="600" scrolling="no" src="https://tomarbour.smugmug.com/frame/slideshow?key=bzbxWF&autoStart=1&captions=0&navigation=0&playButton=0&speed=3&transition=fade&transitionSpeed=2" width="800"></iframe><br />
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We experienced an amazing, fun-filled, and busy weekend in Manhattan meeting Megan's long lost cousins from the island of Lifou. We didn't have much time to spare, but we did find time to make it to the American Museum of Natural History, Times Square, and Rockefeller Plaza.<br />
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Happy Christmas!<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-65115362724751435622015-12-10T19:40:00.002-05:002015-12-10T20:08:28.374-05:00In the Winter....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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....my photographic attention turns to our backyard bur oak. I can stretch the camera outside our upstairs bathroom window for some amazing perspectives. This stiched panorama did the job of portraying just how massive and gnarled the limbs really are.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-45699622118223673032015-12-06T20:40:00.001-05:002015-12-06T20:41:37.078-05:00Took Many Pictures, but Produced Very Few Photographs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have you ever come back from a photo shoot thinking you took a bunch of great pictures? Maybe you didn't put everything you had into each picture, but you took so many, there had to be a few good ones in there? <br />
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That's the story of my weekend. Lots of pictures, very few photographs. I struggled to find something to share with you this evening. Simply put, quantity does not equal quality.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-88461820041910157092015-12-03T19:19:00.001-05:002015-12-03T19:19:41.166-05:00What I've Gained from the North Side Fix<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When the massive "<a href="http://www.dot.state.oh.us/projects/I-270/Pages/default.aspx" target="_blank">North Side Fix</a>" project began here in Columbus, I was not excited. I have a reverse commute, and the fixes to the massive interchange just north of our house would actually increase my commute time. But the silver lining? At this time of year, I'm sitting in traffic with a stunning view of the sunset. Just a little change has resulted in an entirely different point of view for my camera.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-83684417229067664952015-12-02T19:27:00.002-05:002015-12-02T19:27:59.499-05:00New York Rooftop Sunset<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There's something romantic about being on the rooftop. Looking down below all that's going on, knowing you've found a little corner of the world to just sit and watch the sunset. This concludes my lookback at some of my favorite images from previous travels to NYC. Now, it's time to decide which gear I'll be taking and what types of photographs I'd like to bring back this time.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-23190410505115277152015-12-01T19:42:00.000-05:002015-12-01T19:42:03.535-05:00Rooftop Running in NYC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There's nothing quite like watching a sunset from a rooptop in Manhattan. During our 2010 visit, Weston had a blast running around on the roof. By this time, he had recovered from the terror that was the Macy's Thanksgiving Parade. He needed to get out some energy. Yes, we were some 30 or so floors up, and there was a nice fence, but it still made unnerved me. Alas, he survived. <br />
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Tomorrow I'll bring an end to the New York Series. During our upcoming trip I'm not going to have a ton of time to photographing explore the city, but hopefully I'll get a few new images that I like. We'll be staying in the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upper_West_Side" target="_blank">Upper West Side</a>. Do you have a favorite NYC location that shouldn't be missed for photography?<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-20891821416296297712015-11-30T19:35:00.003-05:002015-11-30T19:35:49.298-05:00From Above<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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If you find yourself in New York City, try to make it onto a roof. Usually, you'll be alone, and you just get an absolutely wonderful perspective from above. During this 2010 trip, Megan and I flew to LaGuardia via Port Columbus. This time, our silver mini-van will be battling traffic.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-16032545931158121752015-11-29T09:10:00.001-05:002015-11-29T09:10:31.840-05:00Rooftop Respite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In Manhattan, every little bit of space is used. How nice would it be to have your own little rooftop patio? Yes, sometimes I feel boxed in by my quarter acre lot in Worthington, but really, I have nothing to complain about.<br />
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<br />Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-41727476191834060402015-11-27T19:07:00.001-05:002015-11-27T19:07:56.014-05:00A Look Back to the 2010 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In 2010, Megan, Weston, myself and an in utero Brody travelled to Manhattan for the Macy's Thanksgiving parade. We thought Weston would love it. Instead, he was scared to death of the giant balloons as they floated by. We were so far from the street that we couldn't see anything but the balloons. And Weston couldn't see that said balloons were controlled by people. I think he thought they were giant monsters. Poor little dude!<br />
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Back in 2010, photography was still done using the small point and shoot cameras that had become ubiquitous by that time. But as you can see below, cell phones were starting to creep in. Who they would have thought that they would completely replace dedicated cameras just five years later?<br />
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By the end of the day, boy was our little one-and-a-half-year-old tuckered out!<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-1032717153433155402015-11-24T21:08:00.001-05:002015-11-24T21:08:50.223-05:00One More Black and White from NYC<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The apartments along the Hudson River on the upper west side are impressive. This area of the city was away from the hustle and bustle. We could go down to Riverside Park to get away from the feeling we were visiting some gigantic how "many humans can we put in a box" experiment. None the less, I'd still like to live a year in the city to see if I could survive. Sinatra sang a song about that, right?<br />
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This is the last black and white image I'll share from NYC. Up next, we'll get a little color.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-89109966944435083552015-11-23T20:00:00.001-05:002015-11-23T20:00:17.418-05:00Before Selfies Were Cool<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I'm taking a look at photographs I've taken in Manhattan leading up to our December trip to the most crowded island in the country. Here we are in Megan's grandparents apartment back in 2006. This was the little place we could go to get away from the activity. <br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-11191773603873723072015-11-16T18:50:00.000-05:002015-11-16T18:50:03.255-05:00The Medusa Tree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On our walk through Central Park in January 2007, I distinctly remember Megan looking at this tree and saying something like "now I could draw that!" I called her on it, yet I still haven't seen anything. I tried to replicate the success of this photograph back in 2010, but my black and white version is way better. The contrast between the natural, seemingly random craziness of the tree branches contrasting with the rigid angles of the baseball backstop makes this photograph for me. <br />
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Three years later, same subject, different angle, not nearly as effective.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-61073062744887693072015-11-15T18:16:00.000-05:002015-11-15T18:16:05.068-05:00Union Theological Seminary<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yes, these photos from our January 2007 to NYC are drab, dreary, and colorless. Our next visit come December will be a much brighter, happier affair.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-67423957485891419412015-11-14T20:34:00.001-05:002015-11-14T20:34:41.572-05:00Glen Span Arch - Central Park<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This photo taken under the Glen Span Arch is perhaps my favorite image from Manhattan. It was built in 1865. To this day, this image moves me perhaps more than any other image that I have captured.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-70466024832752657252015-11-13T20:54:00.001-05:002015-11-13T20:54:06.489-05:00Photographing Manhattan<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I first visited Manhattan during my high school senior trip in the late 90's. I can remember two things- I was elated I wasn't mugged, and I walked for what seemed like hours going around and around the city. Fast forward ten years to when I met Megan. Her grandparents lived in Manhattan. Upper west side, around 110 and Broadway. Just a block or so south of Tom's Restaurant of Seinfeld fame.</div>
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<br />Manhattan is such a different living experience. I've always thought I'd like to try it, just to see if I wouldn't go crazy. There are ways that people cope, by finding refuge in the cracks or corners. There's no unused space on that island. Every spot of land is marked out and taken. There's very little wild there, even though there are seemingly wild places. </div>
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<br />Megan and I had just been married a few months when unfortunate circumstances brought us again to the city. During this trip was when I was really diving into photography. My images that I'll show to start this series are rightfully dark, but still remain in my memory as some of the most powerful photographs I have taken. We were staying in dormitories at the Riverside Church seminary. Our room looked out into a beautiful sheltered courtyard where the daffodils were blooming in the cold, misty rain of mid January. Yes, January.</div>
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<br />We'll bringing the whole family to Manhattan just before Christmas to meet Megan's far lost relatives from the island Lifou, part of New Caledonia in the Pacific Ocean. A long lost cousin left New York long ago, sometime in the mid 19th century, and settled on the other side of the world making a name for himself on a tiny tropical coral island. His descendants haven't been back since. That will change come December, when we'll meet them in the city. I hope the boys remember this reunion forever, as they're going to have quite the story to tell when they get older. Who knows- maybe they will travel to Lifou?</div>
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<br />Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-76137800272714898702015-11-12T06:00:00.000-05:002015-11-12T06:00:16.286-05:00In 1999 I Went to Australia<iframe frameborder="no" height="550" scrolling="no" src="https://tomarbour.smugmug.com/frame/slideshow?key=k9LKNP&autoStart=1&captions=0&navigation=0&playButton=0&speed=3&transition=fade&transitionSpeed=2" width="750"></iframe><br />
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And it was amazingly awesome. If I didn't have these photos, it would swear it was only dream. But no, it wasn't! I pushed my little Samsung point and shoot hard back then and came home with 600+ images. That was A LOT back in the film days. Before this trip, I didn't take many photos. After, I couldn't stop. Enjoy the best from those three months or so nearly 17 years ago. My goal? Take the family back in 2019, 20 years after my first visit.<br />
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-TomTom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-62850710894628375902015-11-11T10:39:00.001-05:002015-11-11T10:39:38.848-05:00Fall Fun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Tom Arbourhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01919759721690261620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8062912740363516188.post-55562138550310506172015-10-30T22:18:00.000-04:002015-10-30T22:18:12.897-04:00Quick Snap - Fall Color<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We're almost towards the end of the fall color season. Some years, our giant <a href="http://www.tomarbour.com/search/label/bur%20oak">bur oak</a> holds onto its leaves through mid-November, and we might just be having one of those years. The neighboring honeylocust cultivar is already bare.<br />
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