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These are for my daughter's Valentine's party at school. Not the fanciest - but the kids will love them. The teachers each get a set of five tied in cello bags with conversation heart ribbon.
This photo was taken as I was waiting for sunset silhouettes and practicing shots. The couple looked so intent on what was being said. I felt that the slight graininess protected their privacy-I really don't usually shoot photos of people who I don't know, unless they are in a public performance.
Bucharest / Wallachia / Romania
Album of Romania: www.flickr.com/photos/tabliniumcarlson/albums/72157711998...
I loved the way these two ladies looked having a conversation in front of the gated window. When I asked if I could photograph them, of course they posed and smiled for the camera--but that wasn't the look I had in mind. So I told them to continue with what they were doing and now that I had their permission (because I prefer to ask) I'd come back for a photo--and this is one of the photos I got.
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Crown Heights
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We all have those days. You get in from a busy day at work - with a stomach ache, might I add - sit down to eat your dinner and would you believe it? A chestburster. Not another one. And then, as your horrified wife asks if you meant to keep that monster, you explain to her that you'd wanted one for a while and would be forever indebted to her if she let you keep it, and that you're a bit preoccupied to be having this conversation right now.
She was loud. Even I could hear her from a few miles at least. This is you who are facing deadly pandemic, world war, economic depression. This is you who are hiding under a burgeoning curve where time smells stale. Time is fine for us we don’t have to maintain social distancing.
I tried to say her something but she flew. Question is what should we write? Can we write our guilt which caused losing so many lives? Or shall we write to reach hope where it always hides in the darkest cloud? – Perhaps next time she.....!!