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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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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
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.
I do like little people in search of candy. This young lady has locked in on a Tootsie Roll tossed in her direction from a float in our local Labor Day parade.
Taken 3 September 2012 in Cloquet, MN.
9x9 digital photograph. As I said during the critique my main issue with the first version was the lack of depth/space. In this version I addressed that problem by putting my model in a different position so I could get a different angle. Also with this new position I felt I was able to capture the distress associated with not having an identity by making her look vulnerable with the appearance of nudity. **Disclaimer: she is clothed I just put her in a position to make it look other wise**
When we concentrate each little muscle in our face tries to help us to focus, to bring all our attention to a center. Concentration in action lowers down the noisy thoughts, but real silence can not happen when we concentrate.
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כאשר אנחנו מתרכזים כל שריר קטן בפנים שלנו מנסה לעזור לנו להתמקד, להביא את כל תשומת הלב שלנו למרכז. ריכוז בפעולה מחליש את רעש המחשבות הרועשות, אבל שקט אמיתי לא יכול להתרחש כאשר אנחנו מתרכזים
The new gas chambers euphemistically called fumigation cubicles in Dachau Concentration Camp. Dachau, Germany.
As novas câmaras de gás eufemisticamente chamadas de cabinas de fumigação, do Campo de concentração de Dachau, Alemanha.
In Yellowstone there are quite a few coyotes along the roads. Most seem to tolerate humans reasonably well, unlike the wolves. This one was hunting mice or varmits which live under the snow to shelter themselves from the winter cold. When they locate one they pounce in the snow and quickly dig them out. I observed several kills.
Many of you have asked if I captured a shot of the wolves. I spent three days in a wildlife class given by George Bumann (great instructor). I saw many wolves but was not able to get close enough to capture a decent shot. I did shoot through a sighting scope but the shots are not worth posting. We observed the wolves feeding on a downed bison and we watched for several hours a standoff between a pack of wolves and a lone elk backed in a corner at the edge of a cliff. The elk outlasted the wolves - they sat watch for 6 or 8 hours until dark. In the morning the elk was still standing and the wolves seemed to have disappeared.
© 2010 James Duckworth
Auschwitz concentration camp. Its hard to imagine how hopeless were the prisoners facing those fences, walls and watch towers. Visiting this place was depressive experience. I was not sure if I want photos like this in my photostream, but it has strong atmosphere and we should bear in mind what happened in the almost recent past
An old and original "No Smoking" (Rauchen Verboten in German) sign at the largest building of the Dachau camp, often called the Maintenance Building today, which housed kitchen, laundry, and shower facilities, and is now the Dachau museum.
Dachau concentration camp was the first of the Nazi concentration camps opened in Germany, intended to hold political prisoners. It is located on the grounds of an abandoned munitions factory northeast of the medieval town of Dachau, about 16 km (10 mi) northwest of Munich in the state of Bavaria, in southern Germany. Opened in 1933 by Heinrich Himmler, its purpose was enlarged to include forced labor, and eventually, the imprisonment of Jews, ordinary German and Austrian criminals, and eventually foreign nationals from countries that Germany occupied or invaded. The Dachau camp system grew to include nearly 100 sub-camps, which were mostly work camps or "Arbeitskommandos," and were located throughout southern Germany and Austria. The camps were liberated by U.S. forces on 29 April 1945.
Prisoners lived in constant fear of brutal treatment and terror detention including standing cells, floggings, the so-called tree or pole hanging, and standing at attention for extremely long periods. There were 32,000 documented deaths at the camp, and thousands that are undocumented.
Approximately 10,000 of the 30,000 prisoners were sick at the time of liberation.
In the postwar years the Dachau facility served to hold SS soldiers awaiting trial. After 1948, it held ethnic Germans who had been expelled from eastern Europe and were awaiting resettlement, and also was used for a time as a United States military base during the occupation. It was finally closed for use in 1960.
There are several religious memorials within the Memorial Site, which is open to the public.
Auschwitz (Konzentrationslager Auschwitz) was a network of concentration and extermination camps built and operated in Polish areas annexed by Nazi Germany during the Second World War. It was the largest of the German concentration camps, consisting of Auschwitz I (the Stammlager or base camp); Auschwitz II-Birkenau (the Vernichtungslager or extermination camp); Auschwitz III-Monowitz, also known as Buna-Monowitz (a labor camp); and 45 satellite camps.
Auschwitz is the German name for Oświęcim, the town in and around which the camps were located; it was renamed by the Germans after they invaded Poland in September 1939. Birkenau, the German translation of Brzezinka (birch tree), refers to a small Polish village nearby that was mostly destroyed by the Germans to make way for the camp.
Auschwitz II-Birkenau was designated by Heinrich Himmler, who was the Reichsführer and Germany's Minister of the Interior, as the place of the final solution of the Jewish question in Europe. From spring 1942 until the fall of 1944, transport trains delivered Jews to the camp's gas chambers from all over Nazi-occupied Europe. The camp's first commandant, Rudolf Höss, testified after the war at the Nuremberg Trials that up to three million people had died there (2.5 million exterminated, and 500,000 from disease and starvation),a figure since revised to 1.1 million, around 90 percent of them Jews. Others deported to Auschwitz included 150,000 Poles, 23,000 Roma and Sinti, 15,000 Soviet prisoners of war, and tens of thousands of people of diverse nationalities. Those not killed in the gas chambers died of starvation, forced labor, lack of disease control, individual executions, and medical experiments.
On January 27, 1945, Auschwitz was liberated by Soviet troops, a day commemorated around the world as International Holocaust Remembrance Day. In 1947, Poland founded a museum on the site of Auschwitz I and II, which by 1994 had seen 22 million visitors—700,000 annually—pass through the iron gates crowned with the infamous motto, Arbeit macht frei (work makes you free).
Digital photography seminars and workshops rarely come to St. Louis. That's one reason I signed up for "Digital Days" sponsored by Sony.
As part of the workshop we had a large room set up with three studio lighting and backdrop sets. So 50-60 photographers crowded around for the opportunity to shoot in a studio setting..
I liked the look of concentration on the juggler's face, and that there is a little motion blur. I increased the saturation only on the tennis balls, just for emphasis. Most of the shots I took at -2/3 EV exposure compensation, to completely underexpose the background.
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