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Phaedra: Hung herself after her stepson Hippolytus dismissed her advances. In revenge for her rejection, Phaedra wrote and left behind a letter accusing Hippolytus of rape.
Not one of my greatest, but topical in view of the interest generated by another trouser-themed photograph I posted a few days ago. The impressively capacious thunderbags entering left were captured at Stockport on Monday 6th February 1978. We must allow Youth its errors ...and what would Youth be without them? ...but, ignoring the cut of his strides, the young man has taken considerable care to dress presentably and does not conceive his costume as an affront to others or as the emblem of his indifference to their opinion. It is not an egotistical, anti-social statement of the kind so familiar today. Today, as I sometimes reflect when waiting at the checkout queue behind a fifty year-old man with a tattooed neck and a stringy, pepper-and-salt pony tail, everyone ...including many who are old enough to have more sense... flatters himself that he is an outsider or bohemian: but what can a universal bohemianism be but another form of orthodoxy?
The bus, a Leyland Titan PD3/14 with East Lancs body, had been new to Stockport Corporation in 1969 ...just pre-SELNEC I think... but had now been swallowed into the fleet of the Greater Manchester PTE and had, alas, succumbed to that operator's lamentable colour scheme. "Livery" seems too elevated a term to be applied to this dirt-emphasising orangeade and off-white get-up. I would imagine that the Low Cost Apex Fares to Australia, U. S. A. and Canada, advertised in the travel agent's window, would be quite expensive relative to contemporary incomes. Travel agents would soon find themselves exposed to cut-throat competition from "bucket shops" and ahead-of-their-time budget airlines such as Laker and Dan Air. I believe I saw a travel agency in Bury St Edmunds the other day, but with the growth of online booking it is surprising that they survive at all.
Again, no clue how to call this.... The tittle is super lame but I can't think of anything else..
I got the birds/notes from deviantart.com!
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Hey there friends and fellow photographers and writers,
I just wanted to be in touch to let you know I have a new photo book, published just last week in Tokyo by Neutral Colors.
It's called Middle Life Notes, and it comprises 26 images with 12 waka poems and an essay, about how I came to be me, here, now, at this point in my life. It's a bit more personal than Sunlanders, as the poems and images alike reveal somewhat autobiographical elements of my life. The images are all of Japan, shot with a Diana f+ and were made into darkroom color prints before being scanned. The waka (which are similar to haiku, but have a 5/7/5/7/7 scheme) were printed with a Risograph. Both the waka and the essay include Japanese translations.
It was published by Neutral Colors, by an editor who has an enormous number of contacts in Tokyo, but among all the talented photographers he could have chosen to launch his new line, it was my honor to be his first selection. I really am happy with the way the book turned out and I hope to share it with you.
The published edition is 333 copies, and I will be personally sell 111 of them. So before announcing on Instagram and Twitter I wanted to reach out to you first. It costs just ¥3200 with a small postage handling fee (¥250 in Japan to ¥500 further abroad), which is $30, with a $2-$5 post fee. I'll make almost no profit on sales-- making books is a labor of love, and I am in love!
If you are keen, I'd be happy to mail out a signed copy once I hear back from you. Please send me a DM and let me know your physical address. For those of you who bought Sunlanders, and will buy this new book, I am so grateful for your support.
An upclose picture I originally took of some piano music, I photoshopped it to make it look more dramatic.
This is dedicated to my friend BossBob50. Check out his CD cover set: www.flickr.com/photos/bossbob50/sets/72157607782882854/
AND don't miss this take off on my pic above:
www.flickr.com/photos/bossbob50/5997870813/
I suppose this could be the cover of a Blue Note issue, one of those classic jazz albums produced by the creative people at Blue Note Records back in the hard bop days. At least that's what it reminded me of when I was getting into this. Perhaps something by their main tenor man Hank Mobley or their brilliant trumpeter Lee Morgan ... ?
The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!~ Philip James Bailey
Sunday muzak anyone?
OR...........
Little Wing =)
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The cardinal is the one bright note in our late-winter landscape here in New York. He is a very welcome sight at the busy bird feeder. Here, he is patientoy waitng his turn, perched in a large bush.
A digitally-painted photograph.
My favorite old cameras have notes on them left by the photographers who used them as tools, not talismans and fetishes.
Strobist: AB800 with HOBD-W with 15 degree grid camera right. Reflector camera left. AB800 open behind backdrop of white faux suede. Triggered by Cybersync.
Achtelnote
Chalkfox SP Challenge - January - 'Musical Interlude'
Mein Beitrag zum Januar-Thema 'Musikalisches Zwischenspiel'.
Um ehrlich zu sein, ich war froh, diesmal überhaupt etwas hochgeladen zu haben, nachdem ich das Dezember-Thema ausgelassen hatte...
Während der Aufnahmen bemerkte ich schnell meine mangelnde körperliche Fähigkeit, eine Achtelnote auszuformen. Deshalb benötigt man wohl Unmengen an Vorstellungskraft, um die Achtelnote überhaupt zu erkennen! :))
Nebenbei bemerkt, es handelt sich um die Note G(erald)! :))))
My contribution to January's theme 'Musical Interlude'. To be honest, after skipping the December theme, I was happy to upload something at all...
While doing the shots I quickly realized my short physical ability to shape an eighth note. So you might need loads of imagination to actually 'see' the eighth note! :))
By the way, it's the musical note G(erald)! :))))
Tools: Aperture, Silver Efex Pro 2, Pixelmator.
Note on reverse kindly translated by Immanuel Voigt; „Meiner lieben Marie! Vom Skifest 1914“.
The cold weather hasn't deterred these fellows from Reserve-Infanterie-Regiment Nr. 83 and a group of civilians from mucking about in the snow as well as enjoying a spot of skiing.
Given the presence of wartime and peacetime uniforms, I suspect these fellows are in the precincts of their garrison town.
Maxxis Babes Scottish Modified Car Show 2011
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The postcard arrives quietly, tucked between ordinary mail, its edges worn from miles of travel and time spent crossing oceans. She turns it over slowly, smiling at the familiar handwriting, and for a moment the distance shrinks—sunlit streets, salt air, shared laughter all pressing close. It’s a small thing, a few lines and a picture of somewhere warm, but it carries so much more: reassurance, longing, and the gentle reminder that even while they’re apart, she’s being thought of, missed, and loved.
HA! I finally figured I how to use simpose. FEAR ME PATHETIC MORTALS DDD:
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Anyways. O_____o
A product of my recent obsession with Death Note... Tis L
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