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reposting ,as I have just created an album for my hand images.
am thinking of trying some more of these to add to the collection.
This was an outtake from my shoot yesterday for day 16 of my 365 project. I almost like it more than the actual image I used. I've been having a bunch of physical problems recently with my joints and this reminded me how the body can heal its self if you take some time to spend outside. All the images from yesterday can be seen here: charliebirdphotography.tumblr.com
Canon 6D Mark II with Canon 50mm lens.
This idea came up after I discovered earlier this week that our cellar had flooded. Pumped out 11.000 liters into the sewer, emptied and cleaned up the place with a lot of help of friends and found out that a little crack in the drain caused the leaking of groundwater.
With the rain the last couple of months the level has risen very high in Belgium.
So had my hands full this week solving the problem.
Thanks to my assistent photographer Leen Celis for taking the pictures directed from my seat after the set up with some older forgotten material was finished.
A Loving Mother and Newborn Daughter make contact in what will be a beautiful relationship.
Thank you to my Sister-In-Law for allowing me to post this :)
"Sii gentile perché ogni persona che incontri sta conducendo una battaglia."
(Sophia Loren, in Cuori estranei, 2002)
perchè la gentilezza sta pure nel ringraziare la macchinetta che ti apre la sbarra del parcheggio della stazione...
vero Chiara...?
"Tu pensa a un pianoforte. I tasti iniziano. I tasti finiscono. Tu lo sai che sono 88 e su questo nessuno può fregarti. Non sono infiniti, loro. Tu sei infinito, e dentro quegli 88 tasti la musica che puoi fare è infinita.
Questo a me piace. In questo posso vivere.
Ma se io salgo su quella scaletta, e davanti a me si srotola una tastiera di milioni di tasti, milioni e miliardi di tasti, che non fi...
niscono mai, e questa è la verità, che non finiscono mai... Quella tastiera è infinita.
Ma se quella tastiera è infinita allora su quella tastiera non c'è musica che puoi suonare. E sei seduto sul seggiolino sbagliato: quello è il pianoforte su cui suona Dio.
Cristo, ma le vedevi le strade?
Anche soltanto le strade, ce n'erano a migliaia! Ma dimmelo, come fate voialtri laggiù a sceglierne una.
A scegliere una donna. Una casa, una terra che sia la vostra, un paesaggio da guardare, un modo di morire.
Tutto quel mondo addosso che nemmeno sai dove finisce, e quanto ce n'è.
Non avete mai paura, voi, di finire in mille pezzi solo a pensarla, quell'enormità, solo a pensarla?"
"E lo stupore nei tuoi occhi
salì dalle tue mani
che vuote intorno alle sue spalle,
si colmarono ai fianchi
della forma precisa
d'una vita recente,
di quel segreto che si svela
quando lievita il ventre..."
Fabrizio de Andrè, Il ritorno di Giuseppe
This is on a neighboring farm. We stopped growing Tobacco a decade or so ago. They had about 50 poor souls out hand chopping this yesterday afternoon in 90+ degree heat with dripping humidity. Tough way to make a living. Thanks for the look and have a great evening.
On the tram to see Carl Cox and Eric Powell at Mobile Disco a few weeks ago. Took a guess on the focus with my Ricoh 35 ZF and pretty happy with this result. Fomapan 100 pushed two stops. Ricoh 35 ZF.
These are the hands of three generations of the same family. On the left is the grandfather's hand, in the middle supporting the other hands is the father's hand, and the tiny hand, of course, belongs to the almost 4 month old grandson. This was my wife's idea, and I'm glad she thought of it.
{~ Explored. Jan 8. 2013 ~}
Γυναίκα αριστερόχειρη κανένας δεν το ξέρει
πως θα 'δινα για χάρη σου και το δεξί μου χέρι
μ' αυτό να κάνεις τις δουλειές, μ' αυτό να μαγειρεύεις
και με το χέρι της καρδιάς μονάχα να χαϊδεύεις
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Γυναίκα αριστερόχειρη σε δεξιές παρέες
γλυκιά μειοψηφία μου μ' αριστερές ιδέες
σιγά μιλάς, αργά φιλάς δεν είσαι σαν τις άλλες
παν στην αγάπη μ' ασανσέρ, κι εσύ από τις σκάλες
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Να σου 'ρθουν όλα δεξιά κι εγώ αριστερά σου
ν' ακούω βράδυ και πρωί το χτύπο της καρδιάς σου
Γυναίκα αριστερόχειρη...
Στίχοι: Μιχάλης Γκανάς
Μουσική: Νίκος Αντύπας.
Outside the delicatessen in Navarro, California is a hand carved (with a chain saw) guitar man. As you can see, It's really a nice piece of work.
I've always wanted to go to Africa! I have no idea where exactly I'd want to go in Africa but kind of everywhere (despite the impossibility of it). So yeah, that is one of the many places I still want to go to.
I'm going to upload the next two photos for my project right now too since I'm like 3 weeks behind (WHAT how'd that even happen?). Yup.
And if you'd like a globe just like this one, you can check out this website (where I got mine).