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on transience and self
This is a comment on the galleries 'kiss the pain away' and 'show us a smile, then', which I compiled from among some of your brilliant and interesting photos over the past couple of days.
The x-ray is from 2010.
(I'll catch up with recent comments and uploads some time soon.)
11th March 2015 © Lise Utne
No, I'm sorry. That fellow hanging out of the cab window is simply too young to be a driver. Whatever business he had to be there, I had the impression that he rather enjoyed being seen by myself and one or two others present ...coming to the cab door and peering, through narrowed eyes, along the length of "his" train. You can't blame him, I suppose: I'd be lapping it up too, wouldn't you? The youth on the platform was unknown to me. His get-up was pretty standard platform-end attire at the time, as was his Adidas bag, freighted, no doubt, with sandwiches made by his mum, a pork pie, a Thermos, a camera and the usual équipage of Biros, notebooks and pocket-sized Ian Allan publications. I never knew what, or who, Adidas was, or even how to pronounce it. Where did the stress fall? Was it Add-id-uss, or Uh-dee-duss? Somehow I associate the name with trainers and tracksuit bottoms. It was Thursday 19th December 1974 and the train was the 10:25 Birmingham - Paddington. I'd come up from Bristol Temple Meads behind 46 031. The locomotive here, as you see, was D1069 Western Vanguard. I travelled on this train as far as Reading, returning to Bristol Parkway on the 13:15 Paddington - Cardiff, behind D1064 Western Regent. Those were the days! I should have appreciated them more.
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Musical notes on the digital piano. My daughter getting ready for her recital....she plays the piano better than me.
Ricohflex VII, Ricoh Anastigmat 1:3.5 80mm, Kodak Pro160, Wide Open
Marzia Casilli nasce a Lecce nel 1989. Vive ad Ascoli Piceno, dove è Vicepresidente dell'Associazione Culturale ''Das Andere'', che promuove incontri con scrittori e dibattiti filosofico-letterari, con l'obbiettivo di risvegliare la coscienza sociale. E' laureanda in Psicologia e dal 2015 allieva della Scuola Holden di Torino. Nel 2010 pubblicava con Albatros una raccolta di poesie dal titolo ''Leggendo e scrivendo'' . Con il mare in tasca'' (Talos 2015 - collana Polis) è il suo primo romanzo.
: one of the first exposures with the new camera. And now it's time to take a proper look at it, and to start reading the operating instructions...
(© Lise Utne)
Hey! Go check out TIP's Analog Travelog today. Vanessa and I have nine of our Redfish Lake photos featured!
PS. I still check my page several times a day so I'm not disappearing from flickr completely during this time.
.¡Ay Ay !Ay¡ ¡ spinal pain!¡ ay ay!
Mariscado a mano.
Nota:aparenta tres piernas.?
Ay Ay! Ay! spinal pain! ay ay!
Hand-seasoned.
Note: It looks like three legs.
Ironically it was today in Houston that I found out Bill Bryson has a new book scheduled for publication at the end of May. In many ways it will be a follow up to his "Notes from a small island" shown above. His new work will be eagerly anticipated in this household.
The title is fixed but as yet there is no indication of the cover or the exact date of release. What is known is that the majority of chapters are based around his usual wry observations from different locations around Brexitland during the last year. Most feature England. However, there will be at least one chapter from Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland.
With his gentle but incisive insights, it should be a fascinating read from a gentleman who holds dual nationality - born in America but who has spent most of his life in Britain. In the new book, he apparently looks on at the utter chaos in a country he clearly loves - but one that is falling apart at the seams.
Post April 1st Edit : April Fool!
*stands well back from the forthcoming volley of swear words and insults*
Note: this photo was published in an undated (Jan 11, 2011) Everyblock NYC zipcodes blog titled "10025."
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This is a continuation of a series of subway photos that I began in the spring of 2009, and which you can find here. I created another Flickr set here in 2010, with photos from IRT subway stations at 96th Street, 42nd Street (Times Square), and Christopher Street/Sheridan Square (in Greenwich Village).
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Over the years, I've seen various photos of the NYC subway "scene," usually in a relatively grim, dark, black-and-white format. But during a spring 2009 class on street photography at the NYC International Center of Photography (ICP), I saw lots and lots of terrific subway shots taken by my fellow classmates ... so I was inspired to start taking some myself.
One of the reasons I rarely, if ever, took subway photos before 2009 is that virtually every such photo I ever saw was in black-and-white. I know that some people are fanatics about B/W photography as a medium; and I respect their choice. And I took quite a lot of B/W photographs of my own in the late 60s and early 70s, especially when I had my own little makeshift darkroom for printing my own photos.
But for most of the past 40 years, I've focused mostly on color photography. As for photos of subways, I don't feel any need to make the scene look darker and grimier than it already is, by restricting it to B/W. Indeed, one of the things I find quite intriguing is that there is a lot of color in this environment, and it's not too hard to give some warmth and liveliness to the scene...
To avoid disruption, and to avoid drawing attention to myself, I'm not using flash shots; but because of the relatively low level of lighting, I'm generally using an ISO setting of 3200 or 6400, depending on which camera I'm using. As a result, some of the shots are a little grainy - but it's a compromise that I'm willing to make.
I occasionally use a small, compact "pocket" camera like the Canon G-12, but most of my photos have been taken with my somewhat large, bulky Nikon D300 and D700 DSLRs. If I'm photographing people on the other side of the tracks in a subway station, there's no problem holding up the camera, composing the shot, and taking it in full view of everyone. But if I'm taking photos inside a subway car, I normally set the camera lens to a wide angle (18mm or 24mm) setting, point it in the general direction of the subject(s), and shoot without framing or composing.
What I find most interesting about the scenes photographed here is how isolated most people seem to be. Of course, there are sometimes couples, or families, or groups of school-children; but by far the most common scene is an individual standing alone, waiting for a train to arrive. He or she may be reading a book, or listening to music, or (occasionally) talking to someone on a cellphone; but often they just stare into space, lost in their own thoughts. Some look happy, some look sad; but the most common expression is a blank face and a vacant stare. It's almost as if people go into a state of suspended animation when they descend underground into the subway -- and they don't resume their normal expression, behavior, and mannerisms until they emerge back above-ground at the end of their ride.
Anyway, this is what it looks like down underground ... or at least, this is what it's like in the stations I've visited and photographed so far. If I feel energetic enough in 2011, maybe I'll try to photograph people in every subway station. It would be interesting to see what kind of variety can be seen...
They've never sat on my lap at the same time before. It was so cute! I leaned back in the recliner and grabbed Short Bus, then Crooky joined us a little later. I also got some shots of Crooky licking him while we were sitting there... although sadly, the cuteness was too short-lived because Short Bus jumped off.