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This picture was taken at Brussels, Belgium.
Saw this girl reading a novel, enjoying the April sun; sitting on the walls of the Palace of Justice ("Palais de Justice" in French) and instantly decided to click this shot.
A different kind of image from my latest video - I hope you'll give it a watch at youtu.be/1pE-fIQJKUk
I spotted this group playing Pétanque on the beach (Playa Carrer La Mar, El Campello, Spain) and decided to stop and grab a couple of shots. You can really see the concentration involved in the game on the mans face.
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Issues in technology with the new generation (comical satire). Need suggestions of what to do with the white parts!?
This concentration is about cell phone addiction. Many people spend hours on their phones at night when they should be sleeping harming themselves, yet they still do it anyways. To show the severity of the issue I photoshopped the face being quite literally sucked into the phone to show that phones are consuming people. I had my model be in bed to show that they should be sleeping but instead, they are in the dark sitting on their phone. I added some exposure to show the blankets indicating that they were in a bed and a blueish tint to give the vibe that it is late at night using the phone screen to light the "face".
Like many people, Rita puts her tongue out when she concentrates. Here she's picking her lottery numbers...
EXPLORED @ No 14 23/09/12
If you watch young children play, you will notice that they create games, characters, situations, whole worlds in which they immerse themselves with intense concentration. ~Daniel Greenberg
Rishi (Vikram and Divya's son) has a huge, and I mean really huge, love for trains! Anything to do with trains, he is game! Be it travelling on, watching, reading about trains... anything... as long as it is on trains!
This is at Innovative Film City, Bidadi, near Bangalore. There was this lovely toy train which was running around a track... and once he saw it, it was a difficult task to pull him away from that!! :)
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Elsie, Ben, Rachel and dogs came over this afternoon and stayed for an early evening roast dinner.
After a cup of tea Elsie said she wanted to draw up in my office. She seems to delight in using the drawing board. Her skill in holding a pen is amazing. The gene for design is clear to see. . . with a costume designer mum and website designer dad she is going to have battle to become 'doctor' Elsie!
Liu Bei, Kwan Yu and Chang Fei went to Nam Yang Er Loong Kang to cordially invite Kung Meng (Chu Ker Liang) to help them in an attempt to restore the Han dynasty.
Found at the Chinese Gardens of Pattaya
The Crematorium building in Dachau Concentration Camp. Dachau, Germany.
Crematório do Campo de Concentração de Dachau, Alemanha.
you can almost imagine the furrowed eyebrows of concentration on this 6 month old kitten, hunting my left hand.
We took Amber to Taylor Park today and visited the café for a cup of tea and a cake. Here is Amber playing with the leftover tea and milk ( it was cold so she was safe!) and I loved the concentration on her face as she was pouring.
Le Cimetière du Père Lachaise, Paris, France
I had a number of reasons for coming here, not least because my Paris friends tell me that it is the most beautiful cemetery in the city, and I think they are right. It is true that you cannot be on your own wandering around here like you can at Montparnasse, but it is four times as big and its sloping site gives rise to winding little impasses that can be yours alone for the time you are in them.
If you are planning a visit yourself, it is worth noting that the best thing to do is to take the metro to Gambetta rather than to Père Lachaise. This brings you in at the top of the cemetery rather than the bottom. This is the quieter part of the cemetery, and very quickly I picked off Maria Callas, Stephane Grappelli and Gertrude Stein without being bothered too much by other visitors.
At this top end of the cemetery the visitor-magnet is the grave of Oscar Wilde. This is a fabulous sculpture by Jacob Epstein. The Irish government, which owns the grave and is responsible for maintaining it, has recently put a Perspex screen around it to stop visitors kissing it with lipstick kisses. Quite how anyone could think Wilde would want to be kissed by a girl is beyond me, though I suppose that all the lipstick kissers might not have been girls. Wilde's grave is easily found, being on a main avenue, but not all such significant figures are as accessible. I eventually found the tomb of Sarah Bernhardt after much searching, some distance from the nearest avenue. It did not appear to have been visited much at all in recent months.
In one quiet corner of the cemetery is a wall with a memorial to the Paris Commune. The communards had taken advantage of the siege of Paris during the Franco-Prussian War to declare a utopian republic, something along the lines of the one of seventy years earlier, but hopefully without the tens of thousands of opponents being guillotined this time. Incidentally, the French love to discuss and argue about politics so much that there is no chance of the country ever opting for a totalitarian regime. When the revolutionaries of the 1780s and 1790s started executing those who mildly disagreed with them, it was the start of a slippery slope at the bottom of which no one would have been left alive. Anyway, the communards hoped to avoid that. When the siege was over and the mess had been cleared up, they were brought to this wall in their hundreds and shot, their bodies dumped into conveniently adjacent mass graves.
This corner of the cemetery has become a pilgrimage site for Communists, and many of the graves around are for former leaders of the French Communist Party, in its day the largest and most powerful in Western Europe. In the 1980s, when I first started coming to Paris, they ran many of the towns and cities, especially in the industrial north.
Near here are some vast and terrifying memorials to the victims of the German occupation of France and Nazi concentration and death camps. Each camp has its own memorial, usually surmounted by an anguished sculpture, and with an inscription with frighteningly large numbers in it. There is a silence in this part of the cemetery. It is interesting to me that memorials in this part of France refer to 'the Nazi occupation and the Vichy government collaborators', while in the southern half of the country, which was under Vichy rule, the memorials usually talk about 'the German barbarity'.
I sat for a while, and then went off looking for more heroes. Marcel Proust and Frederick Chopin were easily found, Francis Poulenc less so. Wandering around I chanced by accident on the grave of the artist Théodore Géricault, which carries bronze relief versions of his Raft of the Medusa, starting point of the Musee d'Orsay, as well as other paintings. To be honest, the most interesting memorials are those to ordinary upper middle class Parisians who were raised to grandeur through art in death in a way that they cannot have known in life.
One of the saddest corners, and a rather sordid one, is to the American pop singer Jim Morrison, who died in Paris at the age of 27, burnt out and 20 stone after gorging himself on whisky, burgers and heroin. Well, so did Elvis, you might retort, but at least Elvis had some good tunes. The survival of Morrison's legend seems to rest entirely on the romance of his death and burial. Surely no one can be attracted by his music, those interminable organ solos and witless lyrics? His simple memorial (a bust was stolen in the 1980s) is cordoned off by barriers, and is the only one where a cemetery worker is permanently in attendance. I looked around at a crowd of about thirty people, all of whom were younger than me, and none of whom could have been alive when the selfish charlatan drank and drugged himself to death.
Shaking my head in incomprehension, (I didn't really, but I bet some people do) I finished off my visit by finding Colette, and bumping into Rossini on the way. Then I headed back into central Paris.
You can read my account of my travels at pariswander.blogspot.co.uk.
Every year since 2000, the Des Moines area hosts the "White Eagle Multicultural Pow Wow". It's held in memory of Ralph Moisa (aka White Eagle), a young Native American who lost his life in 1995 while rescuing a Red Tail Hawk. The Pow Wow was held at Antique Acres near Waukee, Iowa.
The best part of the day for me was watching the young kids dancing. One of the first dances during the Pow Wow was a "grass dance". The purpose of this dance is to beat down the grass to make it easier for the rest of the dancers. I'm not surprised that they have the teenagers doing this - it was hard work!
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Canon 7d, 100-400L
The second of three photos taken during a street performance by a group of musicians. Shot as part of a course in performance photography, using a course lens.