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I ran across this little guy while take more light photos now that it's finally snowed and cool enough to stick. I like his "never say die" attitude.
(Poem inspired by Salvador Dali painting Persistence of Memory)
"Chained to the hands of time,
faded memories burn to dust,
swarming ants creep along decayed
branches
Insomniacs depict a striking mind,
in the midst of picturesque beauty―
battling through day and night
I lose myself to the calm seashore,
astray on the edge of a cliff,
unmoved between space and time
A desperate strive for normality,
this persistence will live on,
to diminish the warped recollection
of an unknown vision"
- Kavita Trivedi
[পরিশিষ্টঃ ছবিটি তোলা অবশ্য অন্য প্রেক্ষিতে। প্রদর্শিত ঘড়িটি প্রায় শ বছর পুরানো। রামুতে এক ঐতিহ্যবাহী মন্দিরে সংরক্ষিত ছিল ওটা। সম্প্রতি ২৯ সেপ্টেম্বর বৌদ্ধ বিহারে দুর্বৃত্তদের ন্যাক্কারজনক হামলায় ক্ষতিগ্রস্থ হয় মন্দিরটি। সাথে ঘড়িটিও...]
Abir Shaqran Photography
Ramu, Cox' Bazar,
Bangladesh.
31 October, 2012
Evil Mad Scientist Laboratories staff photo, featuring an alphanumeric persistence of vision display. Exposure time: 2.5 s.
Another Demotivational poster created with fd's Flickr Toys, & inspired by the wickedly sarcastic "despair" series ( www.despair.com ) which is, itself, inspired by the famous Motivation posters.
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Why This Photo Is Meaningful to Me: Marmalade is the only survivor of her litter and born to a feral mom at a county shelter. She was received by me when she was only 5 days old. After trying to raise her on a bottle, she got a fever and was found to also have Ringworm so she went back to the vet at the shelter for treatment. The shelter vet kept her at her own home to recuperate while in isolation for a few more weeks. Marmalade pulled through because of the shelter vet's persistence. Now, "Calamity Kitty" acts more like a dog because they were the first animals she had ever seen other than 2 humans. She fetches bottle caps and likes to watch everything people do. She will also try everything new even when it gets her into trouble.
Norio and Argent enjoying the heater in the kitchen of our house in Yubari in October of 2017. Argent is in almost the exact same position as she was in a picture exactly one year earlier.
Great Blue Heron & Purple Galinule
Elm Lake
Brazos Bend State Park, Texas
Nikon D300 Nikkor 300mm F4-AF-S TC-14E
This took some balls...literally.
This is the woman at the dunking booth at the Minnesota Renaissance Festival. It took me several tries to work up the courage to ask her for her photo. It also took many, many softballs.
I encountered her first on the morning of August 18. My son had a go with 11 balls with no luck, so I took my chances with 11.
On my 9th throw, I hit the target with enough force to drop the platform. She was holding onto a bar, so she didn't go all the way in. I think she was really surprised and didn't want to get dunked, so I didn't throw the last two because I didn't want to be rude by sinking her again. I was too chicken to ask for her photo, though.
In the afternoon, we came back to the booth. No one else was there, so I mustered the gusto to try again. I hit the target a couple of times, but not with enough force to drop her. I thought about asking for her photo, but a large crowd had gathered to watch me throw. The next fellow up got close a couple of times, but never hit the target square. I had stayed to watch, and I think he though I might be able to do it, so he dropped $10 for 22 balls.
This time, I hit the target at least four, if not six times, but couldn't get her to drop. I was emboldened enough to ask for her photo, but an even larger crowd had gathered. Either she wanted to keep business going or was a bit perturbed that I had returned that she didn't come down off the platform when I asked for her photo. I was a bit devastated.
On August 25, my friend Chris came to town and wanted to go to the festival. After wandering for a while, we came to her booth. This time I asked for her photo up front. I gave her $5 to throw, but told her she or her partner didn't need to sit in the tank. By golly, I missed every time, but she did pose for a photo. It made my entire weekend and was well worth the time and cost.
My sincerest apologies and credit to Salvador Dali on his painting entitled, "The Persistence of Memory" as it was the inspiration for me to capture this image. Hopefully this is the last of the snow until next season, as it just seems to want to linger forever. As I looked out on our patio today, I saw the remainder of our last snow fall slowly sliding off the edge of this side table, and couldn't stop thinking of the melting pocket watches, so I knew I had to get the image before it melted and broke away.
It's kinda hoaky, but it made me smile, and I hope it makes you smile too!
The question I have is should I do post and make it look more diffused, maybe a little gritty to be more reflective of the actual painting? Thoughts?
At least five times Christianity has to all appearances gone to the dogs. In each of these five cases it was the dogs that died.
— G.K. Chesterton
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persistence eventually paid off to get a shot of one of these 3 beauties at Yorkshire Wildlife Park, S Yorkshire.
dedicated to xd360
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Outlining a Theory of General Creativity . .
. . on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory ● Creativity ²
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Study of the day:
Nous vivons dans un monde où la plus haute fonction du signe est de faire disparaître la réalité dans une profusion d'images où il n'y a plus rien à voir, et en même temps de masquer cette disparition.[...] Parce que rien ne veut plus exactement être regardé, mais seulement absorbé, et circuler sans laisser de traces. [...] Mais, rigoureusement, ce crime n'est jamais parfait, parce que le monde se donne au-delà de ses apparences, il le fait par les traces de son inexistence, par les traces de la continuité du néant. Avec le néant lui-même, la continuité du lien laisse des traces. C'est en cela que le monde trahit son secret. Il s'escamote lui-même, à chaque instant en se cachant derrière ses propres apparences.
( Jean Baudrillard - Le crime parfait - 1995 )
We are living in a world where the higher function of the sign is to make disappear reality in a profusion of images, where there is nothing to see any more, and at ounce to mask this disappearance. [...] Because nothing wants to be looked at, any more, but only absorbed, and digested without leaving tracks. [...] But, precisely, this crime is never perfect, because the world gives itself away through appearances, which are the traces of its inexistence, traces of the continuity of nothingness. For nothingness itself, the continuity of the link leaves traces. It is by this that the world betrays its secret. It is by this that it lets itself be felt, all the while concealing itself behind appearances.
( Jean Baudrillard - The perfect crime - 1995 )
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rectO-persO | E ≥ m.C² | co~errAnce | TiLt
One of the bummers of arriving Friday night was missing all the Rio Grande tunnel motors that I spent a week hunting for at the end of 2015 as they came in on separate 223s. Nevertheless, one of them stuck around Lang Yard for the weekend and I stopped for five seconds on the shoulder of I-75 to take a shot. It was risky but worth it.
Took this one during an audition for a new show that's in development (JAMP). Pointed this running precision to Scott and figured it was too risky, but after a few minutes of eyeing it up, he went for it.
Took a couple of tries to stick it (it's an odd take off and landing) but he nailed it in this one.
Impressive stuff!
" Memory is a way of holding on to the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose."
- Kevin Arnold
5200 x 5600 pixel image designed to work as wallpaper on most iOS devices.
Every tried? Ever failed? No matter, try again, fail again, fail better.
— Samuel Beckett
Typefaces: Berthold Akzidenz Grotesk, Adobe Caslon Pro
A Bergdorf Goodman window display, reworked from the Inspired Gifts series in a minimalist way with tinges of The Persistence of Memory by artist Salvador Dalí.
Best viewed large, on black: View On Black
Salvador Dali's original painting, The Persistence of Memory, 1931, hangs in the Museum of Modern Art, New York. The upper layers are from my photostream. The distorted head, lower right, is a sleeping portrait of my Croatian friend, Robert Marinković, from his Facebook Profile Pictures album, see: www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1711448&id=1036780163 , which he has graciously tolerated my distorting to echo's Dali's distorted Self-Portrait.
A very late sunset vision taken with my friend DrMarciana. Be sure to visit her site at:
www.flickr.com/photos/22719971@N08/
The coldest morning of the winter waits outside. May all my visitors have a warm, safe day!
I do some street shooting on this street virtually everyday. There's almost always so much activity going on here.
In this instance, this gentleman was insistent on taking a macro photograph of the wet concrete. He went through a few attempts, and compositional iterations of the idea. When I saw him position himself thusly, I just had to photograph him.
Capture details
Focal Length (real): 200 mm
Aperture: f/2.8
Shutter Speed: 0.002 sec (1/640)
ISO: 200
Captured with a Nikon D3s and a AF-S NIKKOR 70-200mm f/2.8G ED VR II
Alex Megremis Photography
day 52/365
14 years, 11 months and 6 days ago I became a college student.
I was a single mom with two small children, working full time and struggling to pay the gas and water bill each month.
My daughter was in kindergarten and my son was 4.
In the 5454 days since I became a college student I got married, blending my children and his into one happy family and topping it off with another little boy that they could all call their own. I've also built a career in Software Quality Assurance.
3 of those children have now graduated high school.
My daughter is 20 and has a baby of her own.
The older boys are both 19.
Our youngest turned 11 today.
Last May I donned my graduation cap and gown and walked across the stage...not enjoying the moment as much as I should have because I knew I hadn't Quite earned it yet.
But today, on the 5,454th day...I laid my hands on the College Degree that has been my goal for so many years...
So, since I'm from Texas, can I get a big YEEHAW!!?!!
And Happy Birthday to little Bryan, who's not quite so little anymore :)