What a shame! The quality is superb. A picture from the life of the photo club. Each khamsinka is presented in its entirety. O. Kaledin and A. Popov play the predators. And as for the other khamsinkas, let everyone choose for themselves! Help yourself.
Serg Tix, Take the veil off your eyes. Then you too will see. However, have you heard of depth of field? And does it relate to the concept of "photo quality" (or lens quality?)? However, if you only shoot with a cell phone or a point-and-shoot camera, you might not even know about it. No offense, but there are those in the current generation. They'll smear a point-and-shoot camera with Vaseline, create a monstrous mess, and then rejoice: "Look at this new thing! What a non-classical avant-garde!" That's what makes me laugh.
Serg Tix, Take the veil off your eyes. Then you too will see. However, have you heard of depth of field? And does it relate to the concept of "photo quality" (or lens quality). However, if you only shoot with a cell phone or a point-and-shoot camera, you might not even know about it. No offense, but there are those in the current generation. They'll smear a point-and-shoot camera with Vaseline, create a monstrous mess, and then rejoice: "Look at this, what innovation! What a non-classical avant-garde!" That's what makes me laugh.
Valeriy Sviderskiy, So how is it? "Does it relate?" Can you explain?
It seems to me the professor is trying to troll again. But as usual, to no avail.
The level of your photos is under the same baseboard, I clicked on your home album)
Serg Tix, Dear Serge! The quality of a work should be judged by its work. But that's judged by taste. And what is your taste? My grandfather used to say: I drink in moderation, the measure is like a runny nose. After your insults towards my works, it's hard for me to be objective. Only the public can judge us! I await your abundance of recommendations. And I readily admit defeat. For now, you see, if my photos are rated under the baseboard, yours should be in the basement.
But that, of course, doesn't mean anything to you. Just by the way. Greetings, SV
Pablo Ko., the gentleman took a photo of all sorts of things. But he could have taken a photo of, say, the monument to Sergei Mironych Kirov with the same success.
Valeriy Sviderskiy, Professor, we have a certain Kaledin here, an inveterate duelist. You should go to him again.]
Serg Tix, My child! What the hell kind of duel? You dropped by and spoke your mind. I can only be grateful to you. As for duels, here's a report on my last duel in this club.
Unequal Competition
To best please the public, To find the pearl within myself, I decided to become famous for my stupidity, And Mordofot decided to become famous for his intelligence.
And what does fate have in store for athletes? That someone—obviously a great fool himself— Gives a plus for my stupidity! Recommended! But for Mordofot's intelligence—nothing.
What a face-splitting photo! What a bummer, what a huge scandal. Such a huge mind! And so what?! There it is. No one recommended it.
My stupidity has been noted by many. And I will say openly, without hiding it, How painful it is that no one has noticed your intelligence. Why, of the two of us, am I the professor?
How sad it is sometimes to serve the mind. How bitter it is for a smart man—I cannot express it in words. Your defeat is unpleasant to me. Hold on, friend! Come closer to the fools!
What a shame! The quality is superb.
A picture from the life of the photo club.
Each khamsinka is presented in its entirety.
O. Kaledin and A. Popov play the predators.
And as for the other khamsinkas, let everyone choose for themselves!
Help yourself.
Your photos are under the same baseboard, I clicked on your home album.
However, have you heard of depth of field? And does it relate to the concept of "photo quality" (or lens quality?)?
However, if you only shoot with a cell phone or a point-and-shoot camera, you might not even know about it. No offense, but there are those in the current generation. They'll smear a point-and-shoot camera with Vaseline, create a monstrous mess, and then rejoice: "Look at this new thing! What a non-classical avant-garde!"
That's what makes me laugh.
It seems to me the professor is trying to troll again. But as usual, to no avail.
The quality of a work should be judged by its work.
But that's judged by taste. And what is your taste?
My grandfather used to say: I drink in moderation, the measure is like a runny nose.
After your insults towards my works, it's hard for me to be objective.
Only the public can judge us!
I await your abundance of recommendations. And I readily admit defeat.
For now, you see, if my photos are rated under the baseboard, yours should be in the basement.
But that, of course, doesn't mean anything to you. Just by the way.
Greetings, SV
What the hell kind of duel?
You dropped by and spoke your mind.
I can only be grateful to you.
As for duels, here's a report on my last duel in this club.
Unequal Competition
To best please the public,
To find the pearl within myself,
I decided to become famous for my stupidity,
And Mordofot decided to become famous for his intelligence.
And what does fate have in store for athletes?
That someone—obviously a great fool himself—
Gives a plus for my stupidity! Recommended!
But for Mordofot's intelligence—nothing.
What a face-splitting photo!
What a bummer, what a huge scandal.
Such a huge mind! And so what?! There it is.
No one recommended it.
My stupidity has been noted by many.
And I will say openly, without hiding it,
How painful it is that no one has noticed
your intelligence.
Why, of the two of us, am I the professor?
How sad it is sometimes to serve the mind.
How bitter it is for a smart man—I cannot express it in words.
Your defeat is unpleasant to me.
Hold on, friend! Come closer to the fools!
I won't read your poems; they're just like your photos.