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It's always a matter of perception. Everything is.
When you see "Born to die", do you think it's being negative or fatalist because of the word "die" ?
For me, it's only truth: we're going to die, all of us, that's a fact. And accepting that fact helps understand how important it is to live life while you can, while you're alive. So as negative as the sentence may seem at first, it makes me very very happy.
Perception. :) (annnd a new tattoo on my arm as a reminder of that!)
One of my little side-projects: photographing doors, in a project I call "Doors of Perception" (yes, I am a fan of The Doors).
A version of This Photo (which I'm really proud of) and it's less interesting counterpart that I seriously cropped and combined for the World Through My Eyes Scavenger Hunt: Opposites contest. Any comments you have on the bottom photo please share HERE
Perceptions - Rob Hall
"The Alabama Jubilee Hot-Air Balloon Classic is the oldest hot-air balloon race in the mid-South, started in Decatur, Alabama in 1978.
The sport of Hot-Air Ballooning had come to Decatur only a few years prior to the fact that the City of Decatur had decided to purchase a hot-air balloon but now needed pilots to fly it. So the salesman of the balloon cut a deal that he would train three pilots to fly the city's new balloon.
A few years later the sport of ballooning had hit Decatur hard and there were several well known pilots living in the area. Craving competition and the festival atmosphere provided at other ballon rallies 17 balloonists from Alabama,Kentucky, Ohio, Georgia, Mississippi and Louisiana got together with a handful of other volunteers and started the Alabama Jubilee
Initially Jubilee also served as a showcase for the new Decatur balloon, one of the first hot air balloons to represent a city, and an event to kick off Alabama's tourism season. These days Jubilee draws about 60 pilots from 20 states for two days of competition during the annual Memorial Day holiday weekend and serves not only as a showcase for the City of Decatur but as a must-attend community event that draws visitors for all over the country.
The continued popularity of the Alabama Jubilee prompted the Alabama Legislature to designate the City of Decatur as the “Ballooning Capital of Alabama.” The Jubilee has also been named a Top 20 Tourism Event in the Southeast for May by the Atlanta-based Southeast Tourism Society."
Taken from alabamajubilee.net/about.php?pagename=history as it appeared on May 26, 2014.
Humor me people...
What do you see?
I played with a feature in PS and came up with this picture.
Can anyone guess what`s going on here?
Photo Taken in Beaverton, ON - April 2021 (I love you Dad)
It was easier to get mad at him than it was to understand him. My dad was a tree with love and life running through each branch and for me, I had a leaf on that tree. It may have been a single leaf but it was mine, my own small piece of him. You see, also running through each branch was the reasons for why my dad was the man he was. You couldn’t see the reasons because as the tree grew the bark grew with it and that bark was thick, impenetrable and it covered the scars that my dad carried with him each and every day of his life. He never really talked a lot about it and no one ever really understood his reasons and it was just easier to get upset with him than it was to stop and question “why am I really getting upset”? I am sure that he realized the upset but he was trapped within that tree. He could hear the upset, see the upset and without a doubt he could feel the upset, but there he was stuck within that tree. Through it all though I hung onto that one leaf. I watched that leaf shine in the sun, drip in the rain, blow through the storms and dazzle with such beautiful colours in the fall. That leaf never fell to the ground and I hung on to it knowing that this leaf, this one small part of such a huge tree was mine. The rain and storms and the cold winter always gave way to the warmth of the sun and beauty of the fall. The tree that was my dad was anchored by all that was good, all that was love but some of the roots injected into him all that he struggled with. I do not blame my dad for allowing his tree to sway or to allow for branches to fall off because I knew he was powerless and I eventually understood. It took me awhile but I understood because like some of the roots on his tree, I inherited the same struggles. Nobody really seems to want to listen but he did as I listened to him. He understood first hand what I was telling him because he lived it his entire life. For me, the last 6 years I’ve been to many people hoping someone would listen, someone would understand or that someone would help but I always came back to him. “Why Dad” I would begin to ask and he never had an answer but he always provided an understanding. “Why does it feel like the world is always ending, my heart racing, what happened to me”, I would ask and again, never a definite answer, just words of understanding. “Why do I sit in a chair all day Dad and I feel paralyzed to move even though I know what I’m doing is wrong and I’m hurting others”, he would look at me from his car and I knew he understood. He understood because he is the tree and these are all his branches. It didn’t make Christmas’ easier and it didn’t make holding his hand easier because the branches on my dads tree were long now and showing signs of all the years and all that they have endured - but, he understood and I understood. I had a leaf on my dad’s tree, a single leaf but to me it was bigger than the tree itself because it was my leaf, my piece of my dad and I loved that leaf. I watched helplessly as that one leaf, my leaf fell to the ground and I wasn’t there to catch it. I should have been there to catch it and I let it fall. Gone now is that leaf, never to return again, never to extend that hand and tell me he loves me. What I would give to have that leaf back, just to see it shine again because that leaf had more love in it than I really ever knew until now, because it is gone. I don’t know what more to say, the pain right now is felt by many who had leafs on that tree. Some had many leafs, some had bigger leafs and I am sorry that these leafs are also gone - we all have lost a piece of something beautiful. I am so sorry Dad
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Although it looks like a swamp in this shot, it is actually Deep Fork River flood water at the Wildlife Refuge. kayak.oklahomaroadtrips.com.
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My large cap mic. does the job very nicely.
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The Journey into the maximum aperture...
A prime lens, a maximum aperture of F1.2...the 85mm f1.2L mark 1 is truly a remarkable lens. I had a chance to borrow this lens from a friend and was astonished by its depth of field, clarity and colors.
This is my journey into the world of maximum aperture. All shots are taken from f2 to f1.2 mostly at f1.2 with iso50.
Thanks for viewing.
Perception does not always equal reality. At first glance, the reality of this image is unseen. You have to look deeper to understand it is a muddy reflection in a puddle. I have always been fascinated with this idea of tricking the mind. The way we perceive something is not always the way it is... in art, and in life.
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© Stephanie Fysh 2006; all rights reserved
text below added for Utata, February 2008
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Two years ago I took myself to New York City in search, among other things, for the imprint in reality of Mark Helprin's novel A Winter's Tale. At first I couldn't find it, through the rain and whatever haze there was of my own perception. But I did find it, because we all know that the best stories are true.
I thought, on my way into the city by train, that of the four gates to the city – the gates that I wished to believe in, because "it would be too wonderful" – mine to enter was the south gate, "of the desire to explore". But I was wrong. Because here I found my gate to the city. It is the west gate, "that of devotion to beauty".
Every city has its gates, which need not be of stone. ... Some claim that the barriers do not exist, and disparage them. Although they themselves can penetrate the new walls with no effort, their spirits (which, also, they claim do not exist) cannot, and are left like orphans around the periphery.
To enter a city intact it is necessary to pass through one of the new gates. They are far more difficult to find than their solid predecessors, for they are tests, mechanisms, divides, and implementations of justice. There once was a map .... Those who saw it said that in its illuminations were figures and symbols of the gates. The east gate was that of acceptance of responsibility, the south gate that of the desire to explore, the west gate that of devotion to beauty, and the north gate that of selfless love. But they were not believed. It was said that a city with entryways like these could not exist, because it would be too wonderful. Those who decide such things decided that whoever had seen the map had only imagined it, and the entire matter was forgotten, treated as if it were a dream and ignored. This, of course, freed it to live forever. – Mark Helprin, A Winter's Tale (1983)
photograph © Stephanie Fysh 2006; all rights reserved
text, except quotations, © Stephanie Fysh 2008
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One of my little side-projects: photographing doors, in a project I call "Doors of Perception" (yes, I am a fan of The Doors).
Perception Art Gallery is near downtown Grand Rapids at the west edge of the Heritage Hill Historic District. I photographed this rather charming sculpture on display in their picture window. on May 18, 2016 during a visit to to the city. Perception Art Gallery
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Bloody black coutil corset features a late Victorian design with historically spaced straight front busk, two-layer construction with sandwiched, hand-flossed boning channels, and detailed back lacing including a floating modesty panel and silver grommets and aglets. And plenty of blood!
Standard sizing with the addition of an M+ size created specifically for very curvy avatars that don't fit into the standard sizes, and a Bx size for top-heavy avatars.
Available in-world at Perception and on the Marketplace.
Hasselblad 503CX, 180mm CF, Kodak Tri X 400, Ilfotec LC29, 1+29, 9 minutes, 21 deg C.
Got to say I'm starting to feel like I'm slowly getting back into a good photographic space. I mean all the self-doubt and questioning is still there but some trust is coming back and the cobwebs are being dusted off technique. For the first time in a while I just shot what grabbed me without the pressure to shoot or forcing myself into shooting something even if it wasn't working quite the way I wanted. Ironically I think my photography improves when I don't take shots rather than when I do. Make sense? No, thought not!
One of my little side-projects: photographing doors, in a project I call "Doors of Perception" (yes, I am a fan of The Doors).
copyright, 2012, Ferran Cubedo.
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While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.
~ Dorothea Lange