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Note to viewer:
the crop marks are mine and are a parody (read below) but feel free to add to them this one time only. ;-) I won't be undersold!
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Time for a diatribe, something I rarely am given over to (those that know me will definitely attest to this), comparable to my as rare indulgence in self ports... Other rants may include public transportation, failure to merge into traffic correctly, and the importance of patience. I'll not discuss these here, but rather a topic that is, to me, the distillation of disrepect found in these thousands and thousands of virtual images. And to that end, this digitized, mailed to myself, blackberry mess of a shot seemed perfect and quite up to the task.
We all see our own framing, whether we are photographer or no, we frame out portions of an idea we'd rather not think about. This is true. Looking through a lens, there are a few trains of thought, but most photogs can be lumped into one of two categories or at least heavily leaning one way or another:
"I crop." or "I do not crop."
Really, I'm not sure it matters even an inkblot outside that person's credo or identity of self and their "work". I had a conversation with a good friend of mine, artist, photographer, the other night that led to this silly (and yet not) topic and we agreed whole-heartedly with one another on the matter.
You know where I'm going... many of you do. I come across so many amazing photos (and some not so amazing) here in the Flickr universe that have that lovely "listen to me first", white-lined, note smacked atop the image; many of them say something witty (I've left these) like "oooh love this", or "perfect detail"... I don't mind those so much... But you know the ones of which I speak to:
"Crop here?". Bollix.
What do you think?
If you're like me and you've cropped a photo at all, you've stared intently at a monitor or print and considered the matter at length, length being relative and not necessarily a measure of time. You've considered the possibilities and made a decision that was as much a part of the image's creation as anything else: your lens, your mood, your aperture, and your upbringing. One way or another, you drew a line in the light and called it "good". And then, along comes some yahoo who cries out "crop here". Bollix bollix.
Now there are times, however rare, that one might ask "hey - where do you think I should crop this and why?"... something to that effect. Those times are rare, few and far between in my experience, but they are the times that warrant the white-lined outside opinions floating above your flickr-shared vision. A solicited division and not the contrary.
So, in regard to any who may feel tempted to leave notes containing suggested crops, a simple request:
If they don't ask... please don't tell.
Here ends the rant. I Wandersoff back out of frame.
Day 167 of my Photo-A-Day project.
(Original posting with descriptions and comments can be found here: www.deviantart.com/deviation/39338893/ )
ah to be torn towards and torn away. After each time of being close I am pushed toward and pushed away. Wanting to be closer, wanting to run. The dichotomy throbbing, pulsing like the tides. Ripping friction from lonely wanting to celebrating alone. Rhythmic swings - the pattern of life and living. Like his thrusts, deeper, intensity, increasing with my heartbeat, my breathing. Everything in and out - him inside me, the blood in my veins, the air in my lungs, the fear in my heart. From feeling trapped outside myself to feeling trapped inside myself. Constant struggle. Back and forth. Like that slight area (difference) between the sun feeling like a comfortable warm and a sweaty incomfort. The breaking point is so slight, indescernable. Inconsistant veriables can easily swing. hold me. Comfort me. Be with me. Hold on to me.
undated journal entry, circa mid to late 90s
found this great field outside of the hospital where my brother and his fiance had their baby. got all set up... tripod ready, trigger ready.... and then i realized my plate for the tripod was at home. oh kids!!!! come help mommy. yeah. not so much on the steady hand and hold it right where mommy wants it. though viv did a pretty great job. below is the scene as i saw it ;) maybe another day. ;)
Taken on 8/24, this special edition…or late edition due to travels…of the FFF features an ale from a Hawaiian based brewery. I know, I know, with the constant threat of volcanoes, high markups due to just about everything needed to be imported, crazy six-legged Elvis loving aliens running wild, and the fact that people greet you by saying “goodbye”; there really isn’t much appeal to actually visit the Islands. Except maybe possibly this week’s shot-3-nights-late feature, from the Kona Brewery, will get me on a plane…read on to find out why.
Located on the Big Island, Kona was started up by a Hawaii loving father/son team. Their fondness of the islands and craft beer is the inspiration behind their brews and pubs. In fact, the bar in one of their pubs is made from a large piece of driftwood which washed ashore.
Hawaiian flavors are kept on the forefront when designing their ales. This is probably why the Fire Rock Pale is not your typical pale ale. One of the 2 launch ales initially released in 1995, its uniqueness will be a surprise leaving you wanting more. The malt bill consists of Pale 2-row (fairly common), Munich (not unheard of), and Honey (whoa! what a great idea!!!) malts. Hop bill contains my favorite hops Galena, as well as the Cascade and Mt. Hood varieties.
The Fire Rock, as far as I have found, is one of 3-4 beers bottled to be distributed to the mainland. They boast over 24 different brews available on tap at their brewpubs. Twenty-four! Thus making them a must visit when I get the opportunity to travel.
the most i usually have on my iPhone is a screen protector noticed that RL's one had a full wrap around skin , decided to give it a go. took it to a master installer nearby (apparently, a bit tricky to apply, cos of the many pieces etc). when i hit the shop, no one else was there and he said it would take about 15 minutes but when i returned there were half a dozen salarymen crowding the store all getting their 3G's done, too.
recently found this crazy demo.
what was also surprising was that i was instructed to not use it for 48 hours, to allow the skin to "set", which was interesting.
Invisible Shield review
KC Shop
298 Hennessy Road
Wan Chai
Exercise! My gym is temporarily shut down for renovations. I'm finding it even harder to get out and be "healthy" lately.
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Starting early on the August MSH with the topic "Note to Self". August is a busy, busy, busy month for me with school starting back up. I'm so ready to get back to teaching, but there is a lot to do prior to that all starting back up!
P.S. It's not really an "angry day" - I just love the shirt. I think it's the angry moose that does it.
Tai Lee Beef Brisket
15 Electric Road, Tin Hau, HK.
Tel:2806 0683
11am-11pm
MTR to Hin Hau Station, take A2 exit walk along Electric Road.
directions courtesy of
www.flyertalk.com/forum/archive/index.php/t-308723.html
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