absinthe forest, SIGMA fpL

April 25, 2021  •  Leave a Comment

 

 

 

 

 

Me, 

I've rarely wondered 
what's outside the door

 

 

 

 

  (sigma fp l + sigma 28 mm Art, f2,5, 1/800 sec.,  iso 400, teal and orange col. mode)

 

 

 

 

I've never encountered 
anything unknown

 

 

 

(sigma fp l + sigma 28 mm art, f9.0, iso 640, powder blue col. mode)

 

 

 

until I got the invitation

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 28 mm art, f1.4, iso 200, powder blue col. mode)







to bring 
the little suitcase with me 
and leave


 

(sigma fpl + sigma 28 mm art, f 2.2, iso 2000, red sunset co. mode)

 

 

 

 

and this garden become a forest
as I ventured beyond;

and this forest 
began to make me riddles: 

 

 

which is the flower 
that blooms last?

 

 

 

 (sigma fpl + sigma 105 mm art f.14, iso 100, red sunset col. mode) 

 

 

Which is the leaf 
that came out first ?

 

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 105 mm art, f1.6, iso 200, red sunset col. mode)

 

 

 

 

 

Why is the queen of the meadows gone?

 

 

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 105 mm art, f1.4, iso 160, forest green col. mode)

 

 

 

 


Where is the king of the fields You've been













Will there be and end
to this absinthe stream?

 

 

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 105 mm art, f1.4, iso 160, forest green col. mode, crop)
 

 

 

 

 

Could this forest cease

to ever change shape ?

 

 

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 28 mm art, f16, 1/2 sec., iso 6)

 

 

 

 

So hard the task

with my few answers

 

so tiny the hand

for this suitcase to bring

 

but i did make all.

 

 

 

To lights more deep

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 105 mm art, f.16, 1/1000 sec, iso 1600, red sunset col. mode)

 

 

 

 

 

to the locks on the last trees

 

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 28 mm art, f2.2, iso 160, red sunset col. mode)
 

 

 

 

 

to the  key

as a gift for relief

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 28 mm art, f5,6, 1/2000 sec., iso 3200, red sunset col. mode)

 

 

 

 

 

and this small key

opened the door

to let bright lights come

in the traveller I've become,

 

when something subtle

came out with me

 

to continue the path

which is mine. 

 

 

 

(sigma fpl + sigma 105 mm art, f1.4, 1/8000 sec., iso 800, sunset mode a little colder)

 

 

 

 

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"The Absinthe Forest"

a walk with SIGMA dp1 l 

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ALL SHOTS HANDHELD

IN ONE AFTERNOON AND THE FOLLOWING MORNING,

in north west Italy at the beginning of spring.  

 

 

 

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marco dadone

Sigma ambassador Italy 

www.marcodadofoto.com

marco dadone landscape photography on fb, twitter and instagram. 

 

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SIGMA fp l

PRIME IMPRESSIONI:

 

SIGMA fpl è grande come un pacchetto di sigarette, si tiene dappertutto e scatta a qualsiasi iso.

Dai 6 (!) ai 3.200 senza particolari problemi,

come vedete dalle didascalie sotto le immagini.

Gli iso 6 permettono di realizzare scatti più creativi anche senza aggiungere filtri,

a implementare la totale libertà di raggiungere i risultati voluti,

in modo semplice e veloce. 

Tutte queste immagini sono state scattate a mano libera,

in modo assolutamente "leggero" come leggero è stato utilizzare la fpl.

 

Come fotocamera da vaggio o street è perfetta,

oppure, per i puri foveonisti, come secondo corpo macchina che può 

rendere al meglio in ogni situazione in cui il cugino foveon faticherebbe.

 

In effetti la resa del sensore di tipo bayer è limpida e, come dire, calda,

calma e fluida, con colori caldi e una sorta di tridimensionalità sicuramente 

fornita dalla qualità degli obiettivi Art, e pure dal fatto che i parametri di ripresa 

sono ottimizzati facendo tesoro di tutta l'esperienza Sigma in campo foveon.

 

Le modalità colore aggiungono fascino

e possono essere ulteriormente personalizzate e/o salvate,

la nuova "powder blue" (blu cipria) è fantastica:

una sorta di viraggio sul blu molto leggero ed etereo,

decisamente vintage e tutt'altro che invadente. 

 

In definitiva, ho scattato queste immagini in un'oretta di un tardo pomeriggio

e in un'oretta del mattino successivo, "buone le prime" e senza problemi:

la versatilità e la capacità di portare a casa lo scatto senza difficoltà in ogni situazione

sono il punto forte della fpl.

La qualità di immagine è l'altro suo "plus":

con le ottiche serie Art (qui il 28 mm ed il 105 mm entrambi f1.4) è senza compromessi,

e date le dimensioni dei file (9500 x 6300 pixel circa) si presta a ogni tipo di utilizzo. 

 

Consigliata a umani e passeri.

 

voto: quattro briciole piene. 

 

----marco dadone----

 

 


FIELD. marco dadone, Sigma fp and 105 mm f1.4 Art

February 07, 2021  •  Leave a Comment

 

 

We live in the countryside, between hills and mountains. 

My father owned the big corn field,

I owned friends and -when I was lucky- used to spend my days with the smiling girls from the village nearby.

 

 

 

Until he disappeared. 

Nothing left of my father, except the field.

It seemed that anything, here, would have been the same again.  

 

I was desperate, then that man came, one evening when the sun was about to die,

to knock on the tiny house I shared with my father just beside the field. 

 

 

 

 

"Now You'll have to look at the field,

You're a big boy, help the corn grow with this seeds.

I was Your father's friend, this is my gift to You."

 

I planted the seeds,

and the field that had been left in a bad way,

came back more green and healthy than ever.

 

 

The young cobs were yellow as the sun,

wrapped in leaves greener than every forest I ever saw.

 

 

The work was much, every plant had its need;

soon that become my only road.

 

 

The village nearby seemed far and far away, the more my field grew up.

 

 

I saw friends no more,

and not many girls for me in the middle of the cobs. 

 

I was always thinking of my wide field,

as the season went on and the first mists came from the mountains.

 

 

And how beautiful were the evenings.

I just stared, after a hard day of work, listening to the wind through the plants,

I felt it, a cradle for my very own thoughts.

 

 

 

 

Then into my hut, now sorrounded by millions of cobs,

I only think about my field, all nights long,

while the more cold winds begins to knock at the rotten windows.

No time to repair anything, the field needs constant attention.

 

 

 

Then a special evening came, after days of clouds

 

 

and it was deeper than the others

 

 

 

so I felt the field was ready.

 

 

I went

and stood in the middle all night long

until a sort of day came.

 

Corn fields are like a maze.

With the first lights into that maze I woke up.

 

 

 

 

In company of someone

calling me

between the silent flies waiting on the long corn leaves.  

 

 

 

As I felt its voice and sight on me, I knew the field was the only friend of mine.

 

 

 

I am now in the middle of the field

it tells me what to do,

that I don't have to go to the village again,

 

it looks after me

 

and I

stay

with my field.

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

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ALL PHOTOGRAPHS WITH

SIGMA fp

https://www.sigma-global.com/common/cameras/fp-series/main-feathttps://www.sigma-global.com/common/cameras/fp-series/main-feat

 

and SIGMA 105mm f1.4 Art.

 

TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT THIS BOKEH MASTER LENS:

 

SIGMA GLOBAL 105 mm f1.4 DG HSM ART (Click HERE)

 

Per l'Italia SIGMA by

Mtrading srl - Sigma Foto Italia - (CLICK HERE)

 

 

 

 


into the white lands - marco dadone -

December 11, 2020  •  Leave a Comment

 

 

 

 

I left with the blood of sprigtime dawns

 

 

 

and passed by the deception of summer


 

 

I cried with the last leaves 

 

 

 

and talked with the skeleton trees

 

 

 

I walked the line between seasons

like a cut in the skin

 

 

 

then with the first snow,

 

I entered the wood

 

 

 

my path cleared and my sight deeper

 

 

 

 

as the wihiteness came 

 

 

 

 

and slow flakes landed on my black hat.

 

 

 

 

 

I went on in my big boots

until I felt my nose no more

 

 

 

into things dissolving without a shadow

 

 

 

 

this meadow of cold air 

 

owns a blessed silence

 

 

 

 

 

 

I'm a jigsaw

 

 

 

 

 

parts of me are made by snow

 

 

 

 

 

the creacking of the branches

 

that robin with round eyes

 

 

 

 

are happiness

 

 

 

 

so my forest has changed

 

 

 

 

 

I'm with her

 

 

 

unraveling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All shots with SIGMA SD1 Merrill 

with SIGMA 135 mm Art,

SIGMA 28 mm Art,

SIGMA 24-105 Art

and SIGMA 8-16

in north west Italy.

 

 

 by marco dadone

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


the day we were stones - sigma fp - marco dadone

November 09, 2020  •  Leave a Comment

 

 

 

 

 

What kind of storm was that?

 

It came from the west after that summer without winds

First like thin hair on the sky

 

 

 

then like heavy clouds reflecting patterns on the sea

 

 

 

The waves become silver blades,

soon everything was mixed and we were caught inside.

 

 

It took away our eyes,

 

It took away our skin, our nails, 

 

our thoughts.

 

 

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It took away ourselves.

 

And happened silently

on the night after the storm

 

 

 

Amongst that unnatural blue, 

unnatural things happened.

 

The shy turtle who uses to swim into the moonlight, 

was kept in by that night,

as a somehow different being

 

 

While the big sun on the following morning,

competed the game.

 

We were turned into stones.

 

 

 

First was the monk, who never used to sleep.

 

 

 

then all the people in the village square,

hit by a new sun, astonished.

 

 

 

and as the day turned in white and turquoise,

the curious childs were staring at that new life

 

 

 

the gentle damsel came out

 

 

 

and so did the guys on the boat

 

 

even the seals

 

 

 

and with them, without distictions,

 

the dumb of the village

 

 

 

 and the thin wise man

 

 

 

and, for last, the boy who was fishing on the rocks

 

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But then,

after a very stange moonlit night

 

 

 

on the following dawn

 

the sky we used to know was back,

the green sea did return

 


 

Suddenly, as it came it went away,

we were stones no more.

And everyting was like before.

 

 

We, as after a nightmare,

had all back our skin, our nails, our eyes,

Our thoughts.

Ourselves.

 

 

And stones returned to be just those pebbles we use to walk on 

between the earth and the waves,

we did forget everything.

 

We forget easily.

 

 

 

 

 

Except for the lovers.

 

 

You can still look at them, by the beach.

 

 

But that’s another story,

as they choose eternity.

 

 

 

__________________________

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

PHOTOGRAPHS and words BY MARCO DADONE

- Sigma Ambassador Italy - 

USING

SIGMA FP

WITH WIGMA 105 mm ART

and SIGMA 40 mm ART.

(and Sigma SDQH on the blue night photos,

with Sigma 28 mm Art)

........

 

STONE BALANCING 

by artist DANTE BARBAGALLO

 

 

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shot in Liguria, Italy, autumn 2020.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

to see the camera I used, click here:

SIGMA FP the smallest full frame camera by SIGMA

 

 

per SIGMA ITALIA m-trading, click here:

SIGMA ITALIA (m-trading)

 

 

me on facebook: 

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the wooden spider

September 06, 2020  •  Leave a Comment

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 

The wooden spider

 

 

shot with SIGMA dp3 Quattro,

the SIGMA fp and

expecially the bokeh master SIGMA 105 mm, f1.4 DG HSM Art

 

dp3Q

fp

105mm f1.4 Art

 

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LINK to the SIGMA 105 mm Art: 

CLICK HERE (SIGMA 105 mm Art)

 

 

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