Remember our word of March?
Don’t worry if you forgot.
It was Projects.
Projects tend to have a deadline, and I talked about that one as well, especially since I missed that deadline. Now deadlines are nothing more as a line in the sand, a date to work to. Critical. But not the most important. What is even more important for a project is the actual deliverable.
The finished product.
The creative outcome.
The final image. Continue reading “Remember”
When we set the timeline for the project due date at the 31st March, we implicitly introduced the deadline. The deadline finds it origin (*) in the early days of journalism and the printing press, with the guideline marked on the press plate that set the boundaries. The deadline in which everything needed to fit and has further evolved into the daily deadline of the printing press (I feel old, I can’t remember when the last time was I read a real newspaper on this fish and chips packing paper). Deadlines evolved in drop dead dates we all recognize from school or project work.
Working towards a deadline gives a special rush, a kick, simular like a live performance on stage. There is that pressure to deliver. Live TV. On Air. No endless turning around of ideas, finding a better angle or a slightly more interesting storyline. The deadline is … the deadline. Continue reading “PS. Deadline”
When I read about this month’s Project, I was first excited and ideas started to pop into my head as I was reading Boris’ blog post. Then as I was going through the list of constraints I started to get afraid I couldn’t make it. There were two major obstacles for this project to be a success: a limited number of pictures and an end.
Most of my projects, which I usually simply call challenges or photo series, have rarely an end. They are ongoing series that I put on hold when I lack ideas until I find some inspiration again. After all, the goal of wandering is not to get to a final destination. Continue reading “Process and Story”
This month seems to be flashing by, in circles, colorful, great fun, and at a dizzying speed.
No time to focus.
Just like a Tardis.
Or a good old merry-go-round.
No head, no tail, an outer space portal-like experience.
A blur of colors. A childhood passion. Yet before you know the ride is over and you find yourself at the ticket booth buying an extension of the fun or looking for the next ride.
During today´s commute, I had some time to think about this month´s word: Projects.
I remembered Me2´s introduction quoting the Project Management Institute stating that projects have a definite beginning, a limited duration and an end. And I also remembered that sometimes projects may fail. And then I thought of..- well, it was another thing, but long story short:
This month here on Stuck In Plastic our word is projects and so we were happily surprised to discover that the LEGO Group is not just running one but actually two beautiful projects right now for all the RLUG/RLFM groups out there that are celebrating the brick and minifig in all its glory.
The very first one is really tailored to the creative photog in all of us and is some sweet little Easter fun with the chance of winning a nice little LEGO Easter Egg. The LEGO group will innocently draw 10 winners out of all this creative plastic goodness, so this one really has us written all over it.
Taking pictures of plastic. Continue reading “PS. Two little LEGO Projects”
The other day I went for the most beautiful time of the year (that is beside Christmas and toy photo safaris): holidays!
Preparations had been made:
a house had been rented on a small island;
tickets for the ferry had been booked;
the annual torture of picking a small selection of minifigures (who had been extra good all year in order to be traveling along) had been overcome.
When the time had come we hopped in our family car and went to our desired destination. Unlike the several holidays before this year I had made some plans on sticky notes for what plastic/where to shoot. I was familiar with the local conditions and knew exactly where I wanted my models to pose.
The camera gear had been packed.
Nothing could go wrong, right?