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Rome. This relationship reminds me of my youth. Growing up in Western Canada, this kind of simple warmth was common.
Hem travessat l'u i silent,
llençant-nos cap al fons on es teixeix
l'escuma de l'eternitat -
No la teixÃrem nosaltres,
les nostres mans no eren lliures.
poema "El mar" de Paul Celan, traduit per Andreu vidal.
Our Lady of the Holy Spirit Center is located in the heart of Greater Cincinnati and sits on 13.1 acres of landscaped property in a residential area of Norwood, Ohio. This structure, originally built in 1920 under the direction of Archbishop Henry Moeller as a major seminary, has now become a Marian center.
This is a photo of my great niece holding my finger while she had her bottle. The hardest part was trying to hold her, the bottle, and the camera while keeping my left hand free for her to hold.
good times, not photoshopped-all in camera
Strobist info: one sb-24 camera right on 1/16 power through a white shoot through umbrella, one giant fireball front and center full power
Triggered with pocket wizards and a blow torch
How to make fireballs on your hands:
Get a two liter soda bottle, cut the bottom half off then take surgical tubing and hook it up to a gas line like from a stove (chemistry classes have them on the walls). Stick it into the top of the soda bottle flip the soda bottle upside down; pour a little water into it and then soap so it makes tons of bubbles with the gas. Cover your hands with water and grab a handful of the bubbles. Light and enjoy.
The artist must create a spark before he can make a fire and before art is born, the artist must be ready to be consumed by the fire of his own creation.
- Auguste Rodin
(oil paint & pastel on canvas...recreating this image: flickr.com/photos/kellyangard/175173327/in/set-7205759408...
i guess this could be considered a self-portrait of a self-portrait! :)
Dailyshoot : Make a photo of two complementary objects arranged in a pleasing composition, one large and one small. ds307
Foot-hand... credits to Photoshop ;-) Every once in a while, it's fun to mess with this type of thing. However, I often run out of patience before I'm done.
I used to scare myself thinking, "what if I lost the use of my hands?"
Not sure how I would cope...so much of who I am is tied into my ability to control, input, direct, manipulate, work, wrench, twist, push, hammer, touch, flick, point, feel...
You are never to young to get out and enjoy nature.
I took this image yesterday March 30 2016 at Ojibway park located Windsor Ontario.
Rya Olsen aged 2 years old was fascinated with the black capped chickadees that were landing in her hand.
This was a first for her and I am sure now not the last..
The faintest scar I have. Probably because it was from a knife instead of a surgery. Five Frankenstein-esque stitches followed by a week or two of butterfly bandages.
Yesterday, walking through Summit Antiques Center I saw these two little hand embroidery pieces...almost forgotten... I could not let them there.
These hands have made me to whom I am today.
So why’s it seem like they take me from brightness into gray?
There unpredictable, never knowing what they may say.
A different journey each and everyday.
Something they want… but cannot say.
I can’t control them, they don’t obey
Sometimes they explode, like bird of prey
Sometimes nice like a flowing bouquet.
Sins they create, as if they are devils rays
Something inside me doesn’t have the courage to say
It’s me, not hands, that don’t obey.
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Well today i sat down and wrote down all the ideas that have been popping into mind on photos.
I want to put many things together, but due to the current move to the Dominican Republic I'm in a lack of models :/ i hope i can get a few ideas onto my photo stream asap (:
Also! Interested in doing a 52 week project?! please inform me. It will be themed just to throw that out there. & it should be alot of fun. Flickrmail me your ideas:) thanks.