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Here's my first.
First child, first year as a family, as a father...
First week pic for my first 52 project! Wohoo!
The tiny hand belongs to my son Aiden, born six minutes before New Years. You're probably going to see a lot of him the coming 50+ weeks. heheh.
WALK IN FRONT OF ME, I WILL FOLLOW ;
WALK BEHIND ME, I WILL PROTECT;
WALK BESIDE ME, AND TIGHTLY HOLD "YOUR HAND.
I like this one...a lot.
This is a bit different for me in that it was a quick edit I did this morning. I had practice last night so I didn't get time to edit photos or anything and I had taken a few more of G's hands. So, here's my quick edit. But I like the way it turned out.
I don't like to heavily edit my photos most of the time. Sometimes yes, sometimes it's needed, but I personally think as a photographer it says more about your work if you don't have to heavily process it. There is nothing wrong with processing, I just think that once it's processed more and more it becomes more art than photography. Maybe I'm wrong and I hope no one will take this the wrong way. I'm just pontificating and it's way to early in the morning and I've had way to little sleep to be pontificating really. Coffee is the answer I think. Yes, definitely more coffee.
See, already I digress.
Writing songs is not very easy. That's our next step and I'm not sure I'm up to the task. I can write songs, sure, but writing this kind of song? I don't know. I was tasked to find 2 songs I wanted our band to sound like and I couldn't even accomplish that last night. So I got disappointed and frustrated and called it quits about 11:30. Then my cat woke me up at 5:15 this morning. ahem.....uncool. I hope I can find some songs to share. Maybe last night was just the wrong time to go looking for them.
I don't know that many of you will even read this. I've spoken with a couple of my friends on here and to me it seems like the "flickr community" has been destroyed somewhat by this new endeavor by flickr to be...well, whatever the hell it's trying to be. But, thanks to anyone who does read it and for putting up with my half-asleep ranting this morning. :) It's Wednesday already, thank goodness.
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words cannot describe how itchy this bite is. I've been liberally applying calamine lotion, and it doesn't seem to help. I think I want to scream
This is my photography project #3. The assignment was to either illustrate a text using a set of 3 pictures, or illustrate the effect of time with the same number of shots. I chose time. Immediately the first thought that popped into my head were hands, of all kinds. Specifically kids, teen, and adult.
The assignment was that we had to show the effects of time, not by taking pictures of watches at different times, but by taking shots of other objects. In my case, here's the way I interpret my pictures:
Each generation, or each stage in a person's life, you hold something very close to your heart, and it usually changes over time. I also wanted to show the physical effect that time had on people (the aging of hands)
The top picture, represents what I hold dearest to my heart. What better way to show that I cherish friendship, love, fidelity, and my family close to my heart than a Claddagh ring. (those are my hands)
The middle picture represents childhood. Who can't resist the stubby little baby fingers? Kids love their toys. Andrew, my neighbor's son, absolutely loves his trucks. I really wish there wasn't movement in this shot, but the more I think about it, the more it kind of ties in. Children are always running around and moving, which in a sense is caught in the middle picture.
Bottom picture: These are my parents hands. I first asked my mom if I could take a picture of her hands, and have her holding something that she holds closest to her heart. Her first question was "Can I hold your dad's hand?" Originally this wasn't my intention, but it worked out fantastically. It shows that she holds closest to her heart her marriage, and even more so her family. Them holding hands shows the tie between all the other pictures.
I hope you like it, and I hope I clearly got my idea across in these photos!
This set of photos received an honorable mention in the "Art of Aging" competition in 2008!!
66-365. Sunday, 7 March 2010.
I needed an intimate shot for the "2010 - A to Z and back again" group this week. Couldn't really think of anything, so when me and my hubby were on a walk today, I kept taking photos of us while we were walking. With my left hand.
Five minutes later I saw them.
I've been busy dyeing yarn and fiber, getting ready for my open house June 4th, and then the Estes Park Wool Market June 11th & 12th.
I don't have to use this winch very often but it is occasionally essential.
Yesterday I had to move a length of Oak Tree weighing several hundred kilos off a fence I was repairing.
It is a simple ratchet device but is very effective.
#70 Mechanism for 120 pictures in 2020
Mountains in the winter have the same look as the folds of this sheet lightly covering the contours of Angela's thigh. She has such beautiful hands.
Hand lotion is becoming my best friend. Every time I look at this picture, I look back at my hands and think "are my hands actually that wrinkly?".