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This picture is #13 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the 100 Strangers Flickr Group page www.flickr.com/groups/100strangers/
I saw Benedetta walking over London bridge with her man. I hadn't tried approaching a couple like this before but, buoyed by previous success, I decided to go for it...
I caught up with them halfway over the bridge where they were trying to take a selfie with an iPhone and get Tower Bridge in the background. I saw that as my way in and offered to post a few couple shots in my photostream as well so they could have some better photos from their day.
There was a little bit of a language barrier as they were from southern Italy over on holiday. I got the impression that Benedetta spoke better English than her man but they were both very accommodating and I am so pleased I went after them.
I like this close crop, she was all bundled up against the cold and I though that just emphasised her eyes and her smile.
The language barrier meant I failed in my self set task of trying to get more of a back story, but maybe next time....
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Gevonden in de kringloopwinkel, een plexiglas doos, in de doos 42 kleine vierkante doosjes, in ieder doosje een balletje met daarop een nummer of een letter. Geen idee wat dit is, een bingo-spel? De doos gaat moeilijk open en de kleine doosjes zijn nog moeilijker open te krijgen, onhandig voor een spel...
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I found this box in the thriftshop. In the box 42 little square boxes, in each little box a ball with a number of a cipher. No idea what this is. a game like bingo? It is rather hard to open the box and opening the small boxes is really hard. If it is a game, how what would the rules be?
Shadows of a perfect weekend. Nothing to complicated this week, just a shot of the view we had over a very relaxing easter weekend ( complete with shadows and a pelican)
op deze foto zien we de 103-235 met een intercity naar munster klaar staan voor vertrek in keulen hbf
Leather Blouse.......Milan lable ( second hand Ebay )
T-shirt........................Krisp
Jeans.......................George clothing ( Asda )
Trainers...................George clothing ( Asda )
"RP 13", ink and graphite on paper, 4.125" x 5.75".
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An entry point. A beauty we hunger for. Here is contentment, Sabbath rest. Someone has called, said a word, and the eyes are alert, the mouth responding, the ear listening. A light shining on the cheek and the fabric, an envelope. We are in peace.
- Sherrie Lowly
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About "The Redeemer Project" - In November of 2017 I received an invitation from Bethany Kenyon of Redeemer University College in Ontario, Canada to participate in a two-person exhibition. My initial thought was to show a few paintings, but various considerations led me to the idea of making a series of small, postcard sized drawings. The drawings would be installed over the course of the exhibition one at a time, starting with just one. I invited my wife Sherrie to write a text for each drawing (see above) which I will post in relation to each drawing concurrently with when it (the drawing) is installed in the exhibition.
AasP
I glide down in between the two forces, and stand to the Sons of Batman. The leader walks up to me, and kneels. He gets up, and holds his gun proudly.
“We are going to save Gotham City tonight, but not with those. Firearms are clumsy and cowardly. Meant for criminals. We aren't criminals, quite the opposite. The monsters behind us praise a madman, who hasn't been seen in years. A lunatic, who murdered innocent people for a laugh.”
I take the leader's gun, and snap it across my knee.
“You heard the man, break em!”
He yells.
“We won't use those, they're a coward’s weapon. We'll use our brawn, and our wit.”
They all reply.
“Yes sir!”
I turn to a member.
“What's your name, kid?”
“Michael. Michael Lane, .”
He says, intimidated by me.
“Well Michael, tonight’s going to be a long night. Ready up.”
He nods and yells for the rest to do as a say.
The Red Hood's seize rioting when they acknowledge me. They all begin to run, and so do we.
It's complete pandemonium. Gun shots and punches every second, I evade gunfire, and protect members of the sons as well. This old suit is surprisingly holding up well, protected me from a few otherwise fatal attacks.
My adrenaline is pumping so hard, that when a Red Hood stabs me in the shoulder, I punch him square in the nose, and down to the ground.
The battle rages on for hours, and most of both sides have fallen. I continue to bed on the Red Hoods, to find almost all of them are done. I see one Red Hood standing above a Son, and I go ballistic.
I leap at him, and tackle him to the ground. My fist doesn't stop until I break his mask and blood pours through his nose and mouth.
I stand up, realizing what I've just done. The abyss begins to stare back at me, and I embraced it. My hands are covered in blood.
I turn to the remaining members, and nod to them, telling them that this is all over.
I grapple onto a building, and glide back to the tower.
Down in the bunker, Alfred is fixing up my stab wounds and broken bones, and I begin to reflect on these past couple months. I decide that the only way to walk down memory lane, is to go there.