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I will not be silent. I will not be complacent. I will speak out. I will protest. I will amplify voices. I will work to learn, grow, repair and do better. I will support organizations like Chicago Freedom School chicagofreedomschool.org , Chicago Community Bond Fund chicagobond.org and Black Lives Matter Chicago blacklivesmatterchicago.org
A Preta vai falar, e numa boa (com a licença de Lélia Gonzales).
Vozes Negras Importam
Black Voices Matter
#blm
An assignment for day 2 of the Empowerment International photography workshop was to docment 3 of the most important things in their lives. Josefina chose her mother as number one. The fritiangas (food) she sells as number two, and school books number three. Seems she has her priorites in order. :-) www.empowermentinternational.org
My niece Keerti, pumping out the tunes on an electric guitar.
Update: Keerti has taken to the guitar like a duck to water. So we have given it to her.
It is so painful to see in news protesters clashing with police and causing some sorts of the troubles. This is not what I have seen when I joined them yesterday at the USA Embassy in London. It was most well organised I possible even seen, so peaceful and friendly. Several times I have been offered face mask and water. There were only good vibes of a united community. Not sure why someone decided to go to Whitehall and clash with police. From the other hand – no rights were won without breaking the law – this is the world we all live, unfortunately.
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If you prefer still version, check it out on my blog - maxgor.com/documentary/black-lives-matter
A single exposure reflection which is best seen large.
I recently took this image in the centre of an English city and it is a scene which touched my heart and made me wonder what is their story.
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A re-edit of one of my all time favourite photographs (that I've made). Originally recorded on the shores of Lake Kariba, Zimbabwe, back in 2009.. I was never totally satisfied with my original edit as there were some elements that detracted from what I wanted the image to say. But the more sophisticated tools we have available to us now have enabled me to realise my vision for it through greater separation of subjects from background.
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life.
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
The last nearly four years have seemed like eons for me. Every day that I can bear to pay attention, I am horrified by what atrocities Trump is responsible for. I have gone to so many protests in so many places for so many causes/reasons, both well attended and scarcely attended in good weather and in the middle of a freezing cold winter. There are times I have really questioned what good it even does but a little voice in my head has still told me it was the right thing to do.
But, then the Coronavirus hit and I wondered seriously if protesting was the right thing to do…after reading the statistics in my own city about people of color being killed by the Coronavirus at a much higher rate than white people, I had to ask myself, is it actually a case of white privilege if I protest? This seems like such a strange thing to ask when you are protesting your outrage about a man being killed only because he happened to be Black and existing in America but still I had to ask. Because, if I am part of the problem of spreading this virus and my presence results in more deaths of more people of color, isn’t that defeating the purpose? In addition, how about all of the healthcare workers who have been burdened for so long? Why should I make a choice for them that could affect the survival and treatment of myself and others? It just seemed too risky for this die hard protestor.
I have never dealt with this kind of moral dilemma before. My sense of right and wrong is usually pretty strong and doesn’t leave room for tons of contemplation and deliberation. I can’t really remember the last time I had to seriously ponder “What is the right thing to do in this situation?” asking myself again and again. I usually just know these things intuitively and then try to make my best ethical choice. I’m not saying that I don’t see layers of grey between black and white so much as just I have an idea of how to act in terms of what is right with my soul. I’m also not saying that I don’t learn new things and from the perspective of others and change based on being open to learning. But, the idea of what is fundamentally the ethical choice to make about whether or not to attend a protest for a cause I believe in has never been this difficult before.
And, there is the other side of things that I don’t really like to talk about-the more human side of things. I am unfortunately all too human in my fears about contacting Coronavirus/Covid19. To be honest, I’m the type of person that gets nervous taking a walk in my own neighborhood and gets frustrated when I see the joggers and dog walkers on my street roaming without a mask or groups of a few friends partying on a rooftop in close proximity. It seems pretty hypocritical to me that I’d also be finding myself amidst thousands of people in super close proximity sometimes under overpasses neck to neck, masks or no.
So, what I am saying is that I am actually probably a little paranoid. For a large part of my life, I didn’t realize I was any different from others in my fears until I went to college and learned about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and realized that my irrational fear of death that took hold of me if I didn’t do certain things when I was little-tap my fingers every time I saw a green car, squeeze my toes every time I passed a squirrel-that sort of thing-wasn’t what most kids go through. And, it was crippling. Most of the time, I would cry hysterically thinking I was going to die and great harm would really come to my family and I if I told anyone and voiced these fears out loud. I know, I know…it sounds crazy and doesn’t make tons of sense. And, even though I know that and have gotten better dealing with this side of my self as an adult, it still hasn’t gone away completely. There’s a real instinctual fear that makes me think the worst will happen to me.
The news, of course, doesn’t help…and consider that non essential businesses were shuttered and school was cancelled for the rest of the year, I am even more terrified about the damage this virus can do. Then, there’s also the choir study…where they found that one man in close proximity singing with a choir infected pretty much the whole choir and killed a few too. Of course, this is outdoors, but I still can’t help thinking about all of the times I opened my mouth to chant pro Black Life Matters sentiments even if I was wearing a mask.
And, in many ways, I feel like I am not even worthy enough to say the name of George Floyd or Breonna Taylor who should have turned 27 on Friday, the day that I joined these protests. Because, as someone who is white, I could never know the true horror of this. She was a hero, an EMT worker, and it wasn’t just her own life and her family that was robbed but all of our lives and the sadness is overpowering. So, I ended up saying her name a few thousand times and feeling like I was losing my mind because I couldn’t rewind time and change reality.
I don’t know the answer to all of this and I still don’t know if I contracted the virus or not. But, in any case, I hope that these protests meant something and continue to mean something. Maybe it actually means more to those in power that people would risk their lives to fight for Black Lives and, if those mayors and governors really care about the citizens of their city, they have to act on these social justice issues-hold police accountable, take police out of schools and bring in social workers, counselors, librarians, art and music creative outlets instead. Let’s have a dance class or a drama class instead of kids being subjected to cruel excessive force and mock prison cells from early ages. Surely anything that helps kids is better than something doing active harm. Let’s put more money into mental health facilities instead of incarcerations. Let’s make sure when someone is released from prison that they have a job to go to. Let’s make sure our citizens have healthcare and that there are valid low income housing measures. All of these things will reduce crime and improve the quality of life. That is the direction we need to think in instead of increasing a police force. We need to think about the disparities between communities and races and ensure these people are protected and treated with respect-the same respect and treatment white people have been taking for granted in my country for centuries.
Above: a new mural for George Floyd, murdered by a group of police officers in a complicit system where the police are protected from their evil racist acts.
This mural was recently completed in the past couple of days and is found in Humboldt Park, Chicago on Division Avenue just east of California Ave. Cristian J. Roldán and Esther Kovacs
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The light burns the skin, erases the lines, and eats away the contours. The legs are no longer a shape or a pose to look at: they become just white, raw substance squeezed between the color of the fabric. Matter is wiped out by the light to subtract the body from the hypocrisy of the outside gaze. It is a radical refusal to sell oneself to the dynamics of exhibitionism and provocation: the flesh becomes an anonymous and pure mass precisely to exist without the obligation to please or to excite
One of my favorite things about Flickr is that it allows you to grow as a photographer. I'm encouraged to expose new things to see what kind of reaction I can get. I also love to peek in on what others are doing, and learn new techniques from them. It helps you to get out of your ruts.
It has been pointed out to me that I’m in a rut, as most of the time I focus my love of photography horizontally. I’ve been exclusively messing around with panoramas and wide formats. And why not? When you want to consummate a meaningful composition, size DOES matter. There is so much you can do with the extra room to attract followers and views. I like big “faves” and I cannot lie.
I know vertical formats are often “selfies.” That is not as satisfying. I want to know if I can learn to do it vertically and stay composed. So I think I’m going to flirt with petite formats. The question is, how long can I last?
I don’t want pity-views, but let’s see if I can be exclusively vertical while keeping things composed and interesting for my contacts. I will consider it a challenge to be horizontally abstinent for at least a week. It should not be that hard…. Remember, it’s not the size of your format that matters – it’s what you do with your aperture.
Dark Matter, 2019, artwork by Palestinian artist Mona Hatoum.
On display (till Corona Closure) at Museum Voorlinden, Wassenaar, Holland.
Alien art
My picture above is showing that tears are coming from an eye and spreading in space, crying from being alone.
Space, containing matters, didn’t start and will not end at all, existing always and endless. Space has our universe which has a lot of galaxies. Space might have a lot of universes. Our universe is expanding for now, but it would contract and die in a big crunch, like the Big Bang played in reverse.
If universes begin and die over and over again, like inflating and deflating balloons over and over again, space will have matters ( stars, galaxies and universes) just in certain areas of space. What escapes from a universe is light. Light can advance in to the rest of the space and can live billions of years. Light is made of particles called photons, bundles of the electromagnetic field that carry a specific amount of energy. Photons have no rest mass and they do not occupy any volume.
Speculation:
Light is pure energy, not matter, but matter could be created out of photons. Light might start a new universe in different part of space.
Einstein's famous E=mc2 equation states that energy and matter (or mass) are interchangeable. Photons from different universes might collide with each other and create matters.
emerging
out of obscurity
into light of day
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40D vs SD750
Strobist info:
580ex ii handheld, 4 pops
high left & high right @ 1/2 power with short grid snoot
low left & low right @ 1/4 power with long grid snoot
Waldringfield in Suffolk, UK is one of my go to guilty pleasure locations. No matter how many times i go here it always makes me happy even when i don't get any keepers. Fortunately this sunrise i got a few superb images. This image was taken in the blue hour when the glow from the impending sunrise was just registering on the horizon. The light was way to low to capture the boat shadow details so i decided to make this an intentional silhouette image. The orange against the blue was stunning and in post processing the graduation between the two colours really blended ascetically well.
This is the massive, steel sculpture called "The Matter of Time" conceived by Richard Serra in Bilbao, Spain's Guggenheim Museum. See: "The Matter of Time". It consists of numerous sheets of weathered steel standing on edge. It's quite an experience to walk through such large elements tilted at all sorts of angles.
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“Beauty is composed of an eternal, invariable element whose quantity is extremely difficult to determine, and a relative element which might be, either by turns or all at once, period, fashion, moral, passion.”
- Jean-Luc Godard
"If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity."
- Emile Zola
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One of 12 Mercedes McLaren SLR that were spotted in Munich this year! There also were some Brabus SLRs, 722Ss, Roadsters and even two Stirling Mosses!!
But this one is a pure standard SLR.
It even drove behind an SLS AMG, guys! Now that's what spottin' in Munich feels like!!
Hope you like this shot. I invested some hours in the editing and I would say, this could be my best work until now. I don't really think my shots are pretty pretty, but in my eyes I get better each month :D
THANKS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE COMMENTS, FAVES AND VIEWS!!
Matter of light -
Stanford California,
June 2016,
Leica M3,
Summaron 35mm f/3.5
Fujicolor Film 200
Developed C-41 at 106F
Nottingham, June 2020
Forest Recreation Ground
A moving and challenging demonstration. Peaceful but emotional.
#blacklivesmatter
www.itsnicethat.com/news/resources-supporting-black-lives...
I was driving out of Kananaskis country (lots of trees) when I noticed that cloud. As I left the forest, and entered the rolling hills, that cloud grew bigger and bigger. I snapped a few pictures and then embraced myself as I drove back home, hidden somewhere in that mess. Needless to say, this was amazing to witness and an honour to capture.
I've learned that it doesn't matter how big your house is, apparently, it is not big enough. ^_^
Thank you everyone for the appreciation, time and comments!!
Side note: Ignore the grass and it's a house on the ocean.