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There is something to be said about the intrinsic link between failure and expectation. It seems to me that a key component of failure is expectation. Try to imagine failure without expectation? It's tricky. Because in order to fail, you have to have somehow defined what failure is. And we do this with expectation in hand all the time, be it consciously or otherwise. This image is an example of just that. I set it up, had a shot in mind, calculated my exposure, sat on the tracks counting that exposure off mentally, got up closed the shutter and wound the film. All with an expectation of something. Part of that something was a vague notion of how I wanted the image to look. Another part of that something was the expectation that I calculated the technical aspects of the image correctly - focus, exposure, etc. Yet another part of that something was the expectation that the film would be processed correctly. And so on. You get the idea of how something like this is built off a chain of expectations, even when we don't necessarily think of those expectations. Then, when something doesn't go as expected, for example I somehow blew the exposure and overexposed the frame by several stops thereby producing a more faded, washed out image with a bit of a color cast. Well, that goes against my expectation of how I thought this would turn out. My initial reaction was, "Well, blew that one" and mentally began the process of writing this image off. It was just one photo after all and I make a lot of photos. Also, I am no stranger to "blowing it". I often tell people I could bury them with the boxes of throwaway sample prints from "failed" images that I have accumulated over the years. But then again, as I implied above, what is failure really, other than unmet expectations? And if that is really a key to failure, can failure not be converted to something else merely by either tweaking those expectations or simply by not handcuffing yourself to them. It is fine to have expectations, it is also fine to set them aside. After a day, and a second visit to this negative, I gave my initial expectations of this photo a rest and what was left behind was something that was neither expected nor failed. I don't know what it is, nor do I really need to. It is another image in my collection that has something that intrigues me, that has given me something to consider and think about. I used to remark to students that if a every photo you make teaches you something, are there really bad photos?
Anyway, just some thoughts inspired by my misexposure in the making of this particular image. And no, I still don't quite know how I goofed this one up. But I am ok with that too. If I knew, I might want to do it again and that wouldn't be nearly as fun as when it happens incidentally.
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This candid shot was literally "shot from the hip" - I was holding my camera at waist-level with one hand as I walked past this lad. He saw the camera and his eyes just lit up. Could be sharper, but I'm happy considering the chance circumstances.
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Dieses Bild wurde wirklich "aus der Hüfte" geschossen - ich hielt die Kamera mit nur einer Hand in Hüfthöhe als ich an diesen Jungen vorbei lief. Er sah die Kamera, und seine Augen leuchteten auf. Könnte etwas schärfer sein, ich bin aber mit dem Ergebnis zufrieden, wenn man an die Aufnahmebedingungen denkt.
Everyone must follow the way of life that suits him best. I simply can’t make active preparation’s to save myself ; it seems so pointless to me and would make me feel nervous and unhappy. My letter of application to the Jewish council on Jaap’s urgent advice has upset my cheerful but deadly serious equilibrium. As if I had done something underhanded.
Like crowding onto a small piece of wood adrift on an endless ocean after a shipwreck and then saving oneself by pushing others into the water and watching them drown. It is all so ugly. And I don’t think much of this particular crowd, either. I would much rather join those who prefer to float on their backs for a while, drifting on the ocean with their eyes turned toward heaven, and who go down with a prayer.
-Etty Hillesum
Thomas a Becket church
Fairfield, Romney Marsh.
this remote church was in the opening scenes of a couple of adaptations of Charles Dickens Great Expectations....although rather more moody than my interpretation....I must go again!
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We went to the James River State Park trying to get some wonderful sunset shots...However, nature had other plans and a storm took over with thunder, lightning and immense dark clouds. We eventually had t o leave and as soon as we did, torrential rain fell. I always have fun with my husband and this experience was no different. I just wish we had some cooperation from the weather sometimes...
Hope you are all doing well.
Rudi waiting to open his gift
New Covid strain has hit us this Christmas day with urgent warnings for stricter lockdown as its more aggressive, Fortunately I live alone with only the animals for company and friends via Flickr and phone so "distance" myself when not working.
We too are all living in expectation
My niece enjoys the Christmas tree after decorating it together with me last night
Now the floor is filled with presents, the Christmas dinner is cooking, and I am ready to celebrate Christmas Eve together with my parents, siblings, their spouses and adorable children ♡
Enjoy your Christmas Eve! 🎄
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It's getting warmer day by day. Winter transforms into the spring and promises soon coming summer. Only good expectations are outside and inside of us...
The old picture of the sunrise above the small pond in the countryside.
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We are almost close to end of March, still you could see icy formations on the rocks and by the lake shore, colder than the previous average. Won't be too long before the spring steps in...
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Plage de Kuta, Lombok, Indonésie.
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The lighting and clouds enhanced this view of the chimney sweep statue. There's also a gull by happenstance.
We all have expectations, be it the farmer who believes with proper care that his crops will grow or the promise that there is light beyond the clouds.
A farmhouse in Flamstead, Hertfordshire. The pebble dash cover is a 20th century thing, the house itself has a Georgian appearance and is at least 200 years old. When the classical portico was added with its Dorian columns, the owner, possibly a farmer, was expressing their social status or, at least, their wish to be recognised and "belong".
Quizá no sea un efecto del que abusar, pero he visto grandes cosas con él.... Y me moría por probarlo. lo tuve claro al encuadrar la escena . Ya lo puliremos... O no!!!
Title:Great expectations
Hudson and I headed out with rain drizzling and full cloud cover so I actually had no expectations to day and Mother nature once again provided a little light on this beautiful scene.
Year:2014
Location:Lone Pine, Eyre Peninsula, South Australia
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HAPPY HALLOWE'EN – SEE YOU SOON <3
“I want him to see the flowers in my eyes and hear the songs in my hands.”
- Francesca Lia Block, Dangerous Angels
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MONSTER MASH – BOBBY “BORIS” PICKETT
A TALE FOR HALLOWE'EN
Haunted by the past
shadow weavers spin a grisly path
bloodshed ripened by the burning laughter
cackling; cawing birds with blackened plumage
sit amongst the great oaks circled like ancient stones
pondering; deliberating;
coaxing thoughts from secret innocent brains
spitting; spilling intestinal,
twisted columns like engorged worms
emerge from rounded tors
where tombstones fall in all their lost directions
point like arrows to distance lands
where once they came on voyages bound
for incoming tides; lapping
and supping like thirsty dogs worked on the lands
salting sea dogs; march like Marsh frogs; croaking;
encroaching in their hordes
green as slime from slurry pits
and stinking; stench invading nostrils;
hopping crops to miss the circles where creatures from
another realm have mystified the hoi polloi for centuries;
eventually the stories fell to urban myths
and historic notions hid the truth
that Hallowe'en is an intelligent invention;
an intervention to prevent our troubled pasts
from catching up on us and suffocating slowly all our pre-conditioned thoughts
and cognitive behavioural patterns,
yet still we seek the darkness on this, some say, sacred night
and others hide within their homesteads;
sprinkled salt to every step and window sill;
they sit in fear in dim-lit candlelight;
ready to be blown out at any given moment
when chance or fate brings strangers thereabouts
to wrap sharply on the knockers on their wooden doors
and as they shiver beneath the old iron bedstead
and scrunch their eyes tight shut;
a primal squeeze of distant recognition
springs sharply piercing to their memories
and all the compartmental little shutters laying dormant
within their harrowed minds; awaken now; stir times
from ancient burial grounds where stones rock in their cradles
deep beneath the earth;
disinterred they fall and crash like thunder;
splintering marble; splicing names and dates
that once meant something to someone,
now crumble as the dead rise up again
and those who knock on doors
come laughing like rag tag beggars seeking all you have
DON'T hide; that is the very worst thing you can do;
unlock your doors and beckon them inside
offer sweets and cookies; treats; avoid the tricking;
that trickery; magical menacing personified
they come with intent to rob your larder,
but better that than leave them all outside
for some of us it has no other meaning
than a little fun on one night of the year
but for others of us gathering on the hillside;
cloaked and daggered; hand in hand we bide
chanting words from long-lost civilisations
that sound so gutteral;
bitten by the wind and burning fire
we circle round and round it, cold and muttering;
giving thanks that we will all survive our ancestors
some of whom were burned here,
on stakes for all the villagers to see
will rise at witching hour;
between the hours of three and four's a given
and we will see them all again
and speak of all the ways of the now living
As witches we can make things far better or far worse
but the one thing we are good at is to curse
you'll find us often around the cauldron
stirring and talking generally in verse
a pinch of this; a pinch of that
it all goes in the pot
it simmers for a good long while
don't drink it when it's hot
but leave to stew
and know that you
will benefit from this broth
don't let greed be your guide
a little will suffice
a sip of this; a sip of that
Ah! Hallowe'en is so nice …
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Don't have nightmares!! Happy Halloween Everyone ; 0))
This is just one photograph!! A florists' window display and reflections.
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I decided to use the 50mm lens I have sitting in my bag gathering dust. I must say that I should trade it in for a 35mm lens.
Today I attended the Guelph Exotic Car Show with my family. It was my first time, and I hadn’t planned to take many photos—I even left my DSLRs at home. However, the event exceeded my expectations, featuring some of the latest exotic cars in a great outdoor setting. All photos were taken with my not-so-fancy Galaxy S23 and edited in Lightroom.