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People with fictitious flickr account:

Be warned that once you are blocked, please stay away and get a life!

 

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A photograph is...

"The basic material of photographs is not intrinsically beautiful.

It's not like ivory or tapestry or bronze or oil on canvas.

You're not supposed to look at the thing,

you’re supposed to look through it. It's a window."

 

~ John Szarkowski ~

About myself, many silver moons ago now....

 

This all started eversince I got the chance to use a Minolta film camera.

My Dad had owned a few point and shoot cameras during my grade school days, which I used as often as I wanted to.

 

My very first serious snapshot was that of a cat half-napping on someone else's house rooftop one warm sunny afternoon.

I can even remember vividly, how I eagerly positioned myself on the verandah, trying to nail one decent shot

and at the same time wishing the cat wont move or run away,

otherwise I will forever lost that moment.

The cat did move. But I was on alert so....

 

Im happy to know that I still have that print kept safe somewhere in my secret "childhood box".

Something hidden beneath....

 

At times when I capture an image with a meaning so deep,

I know I captured my own emotions as well.

Some of my photographs are too personal,

I can even feel them breathe and see them bleed....