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amid the dizzying whirl of a nighttime fair in palmanova, a man stands still, his expression lost in the kaleidoscope of colors and lights. the vibrancy of the carousel, filled with the joyful shrieks of children, contrasts sharply with his contemplative demeanor. perhaps he's reflecting on simpler times, or maybe he's just trying to catch his breath in a world that never seems to stop spinning. the oversized figure beside him, grinning with exaggerated joy, seems almost to mock his solitude. it’s a snapshot of two worlds colliding—the innocence of childhood and the burdens of adulthood, each lost in their own orbit.
Today was one of those days that is just hard to describe. Seemed to be a long day at work and for every one thing I would accomplish I would acquire 2 more to do. Feels like my to do list is just piling up. I just feel blah, that is the best way to sum it up. So I thought I would just capture that overwhelmed blank stare that seemed to be on my face most of the day. Tomorrow is a new day.
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Camera Info:
Canon 7D, Canon EF 70-200mm 1:4 L USM Non-IS @ 70mm, f/4.0, 1/100s, ISO 100
Strobist Info: See Setup Shot here.
-Canon 430EXII Camera left and slightly to the left of subjects face, 1/2 Power, @24mm zoom, about 6 feet high, 6 feet away from subject through 40 inch Wescott softbox.
-Flash was triggered with Interfit Strobies.
Dear Mom,
I won't bother you with my usual apologies for the lateness of my letter. And perhaps for once, I can write without going through a defeating motion of trying to explain why I chose to be here. The terrible truth is I have not been responding to many of the letters that other people have sent me since the time I got into an altercation with the son of the Police Chief. There are many uncertainties and a lot of things may no longer be unavoidable. Everything that is happening here is depressing - with maybe an extreme rare case when Pope Francis came to visit the island. He may be our one last hope to redeem this tyrannical country. Viva Il Papa. I have tried to smuggle a note to him through one of his bodyguards though I would not be able to ascertain that it will even reach him. In my letter, I have tried to explain that since the economic atom bomb had exploded years ago, ramifications beyond the ken of any normal man have far expanded. Blah. Blah. Blah. I wonder if my politically loaded monograph will make sense to him. It had to. The Pope grew up in a place where tyranny was the norm. But I can't say for certain that he would even read my letter. Anyways, I can only regard this sort of thing as another chapter in my continuing education of politics and human depravity. I got to go, mom. I can hear the sounds of revving engine from the outside. That has got to be the truck of the same military thugs who roam the streets every week. Hence, it is lights out in a few minutes. So, I'll say goodnight and sign off.
Love,
Wang
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The Thought
A man is what he thinks all day - and it would be surprising to see someone content with everything in their life if their mind is full of resentful thoughts . . . thinking fould about someone, going against the will and laws of nature - against what relegion has defined would lead us astray.
One should try his best to keep a clear mind - accept differences and put in his 100% in an attempt to make the world a better place !
The Shot:
Taken during the PPA Ramadan Photowalk 2010 in Androon Rawalpindi. This is when we went inside the Shi`a cemetary near Purana Qila. The custodian was a thorough gentleman and treated us well. We ended our trip with great shots and delicious Niaz :-)
SOOC except the Vignetting, and levels.
EXIF
Exposure: 1/80
Aperture: f/2.5
Focal Length: 50mm
ISO Speed: 400 ISO
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Metering Mode: Pattern
Zuiko Digital 50mm f/2.0 Macro
Explored No. 65 on Thursday, September 2, 2010
the photograph captures a fleeting slice of time on the streets of aix's old town, a study in light and life passing by. a man walks alone, his figure etched in sharp relief against the ancient stones that have stood witness to countless such passings. the sunlight dances upon the architecture, sketching stories that hang in the air just as the sign rue fauchier whispers its own. amidst this timeless ballet, the man's shadow stretches long and telling, a silent companion to his thoughts, a fluid echo on the cobbles that have known so many footsteps.
Hi Friends, hope everyone is having a fantastic weekend!! I have to post and run but will definitely catch up with everyone's posts tonight!
Thank you for all your views, comments and favs!!!!
It is nice, warm and cosy beginning of August and 3 lithuanian friends and me are travelling around Catalonia.
One of many stops on this road trip was Salvador Dali house. The place is in amazing location and really beautiful.
We didn't have precise time planing so the moment we arrived we still had like 2 hours until they let us inside the house, so we decided to wonder around.
And there is a lot to see: the surroundings, the town, Mediterranean sea just next to you, mountains and luxurious resort.
It felt a little bit surreal too ;)
So we went to explore, at some point we were walking on the rocky ground next to the water and girls decided to try the water. We meantime explored one of the caves.
Half an hour latter I came out of the cave and saw one of my friends drowning in deep thoughts.
It was priceless moment that I am really grateful for.
An interesting quote from the following URL:
www.wishesquotez.com/2016/06/download-free-25-life-quotes...
~Millard Fuller
Some blue for Monday blues.
I have had a lot on my mind lately. Almost to the point where I'm unable to get anyhing done because of overload. I'm re-evaluating my life, my priorities, I see things I have thought certain and strong crumble.
I'm supposed to start baking for my cousins matriculation exam party next week, I'm also supposed to take her matriculation exam pictures. And I so gladly do. But right now I feel that everything is just slipping out of my hands.
Especially now, in these times of exams, of joyful new students wearing their student hats. White and pure.
And I remember when I stood there, happy, awaiting the next step in my life. With the diplomas in my hand, with my white hat on my head. Celebrated by family and friends. Free.
I was supposed to do great things, achieve so much. And I feel I have let that young me down. Graduating as the top of my school with a lot of pressure and expectations, from friends, teachers, and most of all from myself.
Where I am now? Have I done anything of significance? Have I used any of the abilities I possess?
It's almost ten years ago. What have I done with these years? What could I have done? Where could I be, if I just had continued to work, to achieve, walk the path I knew how to walk? Studying, reading, writing, researching, gaining knowledge. Instead I went another way. A way that brought me where I am today. A good place, yes, but...
Still those thoughts haunt me. What if. Still those shackles laid upon me during the school times rattle and ring. I should be somewhere else, doing something more... significant. Which would be what? And what is significant anyway? What is significant to me?
The hard part is to be able to recognise what I want, not what I'm supposed to want. I still struggle, hoping to find peace some day.
Being an adult isn't that easy, is it. Finding ones way, ones path among all the possible ones.
Add to this, it's autumn weather outside, storming, raining. +6'C. A fabulous blue Monday indeed.
*laughing*
I hope you, each and everyone, have a wonderful new week, whether you're sure or unsure about your lives. Let's make it a blast shall we! :)
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Dave: Agnes, let's do a simple portrait of you against the side wall of the cabin.
Agnes: Why? I'd much rather do a picture of me destroying a fake village made of dog biscuits like Dogzilla.
Dave: Um, because we don't have a dog biscuit village.
Agnes: You should work on that.
Dave: Okay, I'll put it on the list. Now can we do the portrait?
Agnes: Can I stare off into the middle distance and think deep thoughts?
Dave: Sure. What type of deep thoughts?
Agnes: Oh, routine stuff. Like why people call fireworks fireworks. The don't accomplish any work, unless you count scaring the pee out of me work. I think a better name would be firejerks.
Dave: True that.
Agnes: And why when we stop at McDonalds do they call it a drive through when it's on the side of the building. We don't drive through anything. It's more of a driveside.
Dave: Also a valid point.
Agnes: And why don't non-dog people like it when I stick my head up their skirts and bump my nose onto their bottoms as a way of greeting?
Dave: Um Agnes, most dog people don't like that either.
Agnes: Really? Then why do they bend down and pat me on the head with both hands when I do that?
Dave: They're not petting you. They're just trying to get your head out of their skirt.
Agnes: Oh.... people are weird.
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A simple portrait of Agnes against the siding on the cabin.
A bit of a dump and run this morning as we have visitors at the cabin this weekend. I hope to come back later today to comment on other people's photos.
And for the thousandth time I say.. Sometimes you just have to walk away..
I came across this image while searching for something on my computer. Taken it quite a while back. Then never uploaded it.
That day I took tens of images and none of them worked, And then I realised that the 'missing thing' was that I was wearing shoes. So, here was I wondering around in a field bare feet...
Ahh.. it has become my signature, hasn't it?
You probably would never know by looking but this little flower is less than the size of a dime. It was one of millions covering a grassy field at Golden Gardens Park in Seattle. Everywhere you looked people were laying in the grass, running and jumping, laughing and smiling, enjoying the lovely weather, all without noticing the beauty beneath them or realizing the whole time they were trampling it into the ground. Had this been a larger flower I assume most people would have avoided stepping on it but since it was so small and there were so many they went unnoticed like the blades of grass they grew within. If Julia hadn't pointed them out to me I too would have most likely ignored them in search of larger more prominent subjects to photograph. But I stopped and looked down and noticed how truly beautiful they were. So I took the time to get out my 50mm lens and my reverse mounting ring and got my ghetto macro rig all setup so I could take and share a picture of this one tiny flower and to remind everyone to remember the little things.
This gentleman was sitting under an outdoor umbrella n a warm sunny day. His thoughts seemed to be on another time and place.
"An Indian eventually inherited the eagle's plumes, and with it propitiated the Fates, whom he assumed had a special interest in Indians. It did not occur to him that they might be busy casting dice against gravity; that mice and men, soils and songs, might be merely ways to retard the march of atoms to the sea"
-Aldo Leopold
Deep Thought is an ultra-powerful computer created by the pan-dimensional, hyper-intelligent species of beings (whose three-dimensional protrusions into our universe are ordinary white mice) to come up with the Answer to The Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Deep Thought will take seven and a half million years of calculation to give the final answer
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freely adapted from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Douglas Adams - 1978
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Abandoned chemical plant's process control room