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ok i seriously seriously hate this photo... i effin hate when i have a photo in my mind and it turns out completely different to what i imagined it! :( i guess it happens...
that's sorta how i come up with my photos, either i dream them or i randomly have like a mental picture and that's how my ideas are created, mainly ran by emotions and personal experiences...
but tell me... how do you come up with your photos? i mean what drives you? i don't even how you elaborate the freaking question.
i literally just took this 5 minutes ago and i've had a headache all day :( really bad... i do feel... fragile.
anyways have an amazing weekend everyone!
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Merci ThereseDion/Fragile, 2004, 54”w x 33”h, diptych, combine/mixed media painting on found object (crate panels from Galerie Terese Dion)
I found these two wonderful crate panels outside (in the garbage, of course) of a very well know gallery here in Montreal, Galerie Therese Dion. I snatched them right up... I fell in love with them. And so here they are as a backdrop to a piece I created in 2004.
Mme Therese Dion has recently passed away, so I cherish these as a legacy.
ODC Our Daily Challenge: black and white nature macro
apologizing: I am one handed for some time and not very skilled in shooting
New 365 project 2023: 10.09.
""I take this opportunity to thank you for your virtual
presence in my photostrem during 2008 and wish
you and your family a fabulous Christmas and
Happy New Year!" - JUAN PABLO-
"I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star, fragile as a flower, a tiny sliver of one hour. I dripped it carelessly, Ah! I didn't know, I held opportunity."
Hazel Lee
(btw, in case you were wondering, it's potpourri in my hands, dead flowers) :)
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Being an amateur photographer, I accept gladly also the critical comments to my pictures by the more experienced photographers. I want to know what is good and what is not good in my photos. Feel free to express your opinion on my photos, so you know that you learn from your mistakes. Thank you all for your comments and favorite
5/52: Fragile - COVID-19 has shown us how fragile our food source is and makes us appreciate being able to buy what we need when we want it. At least we have all the TP we need again :)
Camera: Linhof Master Tech Classics
Lens: Schneider Kreuznach Tele-Xenar 360mm f5.5 at f16 - 1/15 sek (tilt)
Film: Retropan 320
Negative scan, Dev Retropan special dev. stock +2, 20-22 C
“Notre intelligence, c'est une bougie en plein vent.”
Jules Renard
Thank you very much for your comments and for your faves.
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I thought I had finished posting photos of this fine old house, and of Western Meadowlarks, but then I checked the photos taken with my other camera. This photo happens to show not only the empty window frames but also the missing doors, making the house look a little more fragile than I realized. Added one last Meadowlark photo from this other camera, too. They are not the easiest of birds to photograph, but I just got lucky with this one.
The five photos posted today were all taken on 18 July 2020, when I drove SE of the city in search of a ghost town. I am adding the description that I added under a previously posted photo taken on the same trip. Not many photos left to post from this amazing day.
"Yesterday, 18 July 2020, was such a beautiful day and a very rewarding one. My destination was, for me, an exciting one - an old ghost town that I had never seen before. A long, return drive of 454 kilometres on a pretty hot day was needed, in order to check out this new location. In order to do a long drive like this, I need to do it when the evenings stay light as late as possible, to make sure I don't have to drive in the dark. Completely tired out at the end of the day, but it was a good tiredness - and, more importantly, a journey that made it so easy to physically distance.
My favourite kind of day always includes a bit of everything - old barns, birds, landscapes, skies, wildflowers, and anything else. This day delivered most of those treats.
Leaving home by 8:30 am (later than I had hoped), most of my drive was highway travel. Not my favourite, but kind of necessary in order to get so far. Roads were fairly empty, which always makes a drive more pleasant, especially when I know I might want to stop to take a photo at any time.
It was definitely a Meadowlark day and it was nice to see one of them with a beak absolutely full of insects for its babies. Other birds included a few familiar species, but ones that are always good to see. I saw one Common Nighthawk this time, unlike the five I saw recently, but one is always enough and greatly appreciated.
Once I got into unfamiliar territory, I had to travel quite a distance before seeing any new-to-me old barns or homesteads. Found the first ones before I reached my destination. Once I reached the ghost town, I thoroughly enjoyed wandering around, taking photos. It is only a small place with a handful of old buildings, but very nicely kept. One of its main buildings is a small, country United Church, kept in great condition both inside and out. I had read online beforehand that people can go inside the church and sign their Guest Book, otherwise I probably would not have gone in. Really liked the door knobs to the front door.
From there, I took more or less the same route home, stopping only to photograph a few birds en route. I arrived home at 8:30 pm, with a smile on my face and eyes that were still open, thanks to taking some black coffee with me in case of emergency (i.e. unable to keep my eyes open!)."
Snowdrops: Theirs is a fragile but hardy celebration... in the very teeth of winter.
Louise Wilder
textures thanks to Clive Sax and flypaper.
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are... (Sting)
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad mortality o’ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
O! how shall summer’s honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks impregnable are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
(Extract from "Fragile", Sonnet 65 by William Shakespeare)
Can be so beautiful.
There is a kind of beautiful irony to the way we peak in who we are in our most fragile states..
Like the world is balancing out the good and bad in ourselves.
Under pressure, we perform better,
With age comes wisdom, yet fragility.
Music:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eFgmsxISTkw
Lens:
Canon 50mm Prime f/1.8 mk II
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darling, time is playing its melodies
escrutiating, making you float around helplessly like a fragile little feather...
What's this urge of mine to live life a million miles per hour?
I'm just a tiny shell running back and forth to the shore.. washed off so easily and faster than I can run..
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