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"I just don't understand why things just can't go back to normal at the end of the half hour like on the Brady Bunch or something."
-Reality Bites (1994)
Some (rare) indoor shooting ... :)
... too dark outside (+ too tired anyway)
Often feel like Peter Pan.
Refusing to grow up ...
Some photographer somewhere said something about photography not being reality. I have always thought he was on the money with that. My work, by it's very nature is not reality. It was never meant to be. Sure, it may appear to be sometimes, but the images are cleaned up, touched up, doctored. Not real.
This is me. This is reality. I have an artist's soul, and the voice of a crow. I'd love to sing, to play music, but I have none of it in me. Often, I feel like I have the visual voice of a crow as well. I used to write. A lot. Incessantly. I blogged. Not about photography, but about effective self defense. I gave that up when I picked up a camera again.
Strange, isn't it? A photographer with an artist's soul writing about self defense. There's a reason for that. I was once a pretty decent fighter. Like most fighters, I learned the hard way, getting my ass beat. I never stopped fighting though, and I learned. Then, I gave up my knees to Uncle Sugar's Yacht Club. I am now in constant pain, I can't kick, and I damned sure can't run fast, long, or far. About the only time I am not in pain is when my mind is somewhere else right-braining it away on photography. I can't fight effectively anymore. So I carry a weapon. Everywhere. I do so because as a fighter, I've learned I will probably never see the attack coming. I don't want to avoid people I don't know, so I carry the means to preserve my life if need be. That's reality.
Winter is very dark for me. As the days get shorter, my mood gets more morose. And my knees hurt like a bitch. I watch Zack's film, Transform over and again, and I try to forge on. I get a lot of inspiration from my flickr friends. You may not realize it, but I do. Sometimes I think you are my truest friends. Tonight, I was devoid of inspiration, ready to hang up this 365 project again. Then I commented on Stacie's image. I ended my comment with "It's real." Yeah, that's what I want to do tonight, that's what I need, so this is real.
I hurt. I am on the tail end of a 72 hour call rotation that has whipped my ass. I have spent most of the weekend, it seems, at the hospital. Patching up people who refuse to take care of themselves, and they will be back again. I've listened to people claim to be medically disabled for miniscule ailiments while others lie comatose and bleeding in the next room. All the while wondering if I would meet the criteria for disability myself because I can hardly stand and my knees throb up and down my spine. My back hurts from trying to restrain people who are fighting against those who are trying to save their lives. A few days ago, I commented in depth on Viewminder's photo about what we sometimes go through as practitioners. It is a small glimpse. Sometimes I think nobody but a nurse can understand what we go through as nurses. This weekend I have been cursed, hit, scratched, spit on, pissed on, shit on, had stomach contents sprayed across my face, had blood sprayed all over me, and I'll go back for more tonight at 2:00 AM if needed. I'll certainly be back for more at 6:00 AM. That's my reality. Nobody really understands it until they experience it themselves.
Why do I do this? Why? Because I've also had tears on me. The comfort we provide as nurses erases the blood, the puke, the piss and the bruises. At least it does for the nurse. I also do this for my family. That's reality. I do a damned nasty job that few want to do, so my family can stay fed. So we can stay warm in winter, cool in the summer, and not live under a bridge. That's reality.
I started doing another 365 project this year with my daughter, for my daughter. I thought, against my better judgement, that it might work, that it would give us more time together. Several years ago I bought her a camera and taught her about photography to bring us together. Our joint 365 lasted a total of four days before she was off to other things and I was uninspired. Yet I have forged on with it, in case she wants to rejoin me. I don't know if she will, but I'm taking daily pictures of myself no matter how uninspired I might be, in case she does. At the end of my last 365 project, I stated that I felt the thing was a pointless exercise. It was for me at least. Her involvement gave me reason to do it again. I'm a father, and I will not give up on her. No matter how much infectious blood soaks through my paper surgical cap and mixes with the sweat running down my back, no matter how much the gangrenous pus filled crap in my hands turns my stomach, and no matter how much my knees throb.That's reality.
Tonight I was uninspired. Dead tired. Foul. Ready to throw in the towel. Then I went online to see my flickr friends. They say this isn't reality. What the Hell do they know? Tonight you inspired me, kept me going when I was at my lowest. I got my tired ass up, put on my Chucks, tossed fresh scrubs in the Jeep in case my pager went off, and I drove to the studio to capture this image. I had pre-concieved it in my mind, and I recorded these words on my dictaphone on the way there and back. If you inspire me so, how can you not be reality? Know what? I'll probably leave the typos in here too, because I have big-assed fingers and I only type with one of them. That's reality.
Plus, my wife just came in, and I want to get to spend a bit of time with her this weekend. I miss her. That's reality too. Photography isn't reality. At most, it's a picture of what used to be. Not what is. It can't depict what is real, but perhaps it can make us recall a feeling that was. But this is my reality, this is me. No. This was my reality. This is me.
Strobist: AB1600 with 60X30 gridded softbox camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
Reflections upon the mirror face of Chandratal while it reveals submerged treasures...
Spiti valley, Himachal Pradesh, India.
What really is reality?
The first patient I saw today came in with an interesting complaint. For last two weeks he has been hearing voices. A male and a female voice. They claimed to have lived in his house long time ago. They don't mean any harm but they won't let him sleep, they just keep talking to him. And interestingly enough my third patient, a female, came in with same complaint. She overdosed because voices asked her to ( what are the odds that you come across two patients with this type of complaints in an ordinary ER at about the same time when I hardly see one in few months?)
Anyways, voices were real to both these patients.
I asked myself the age old question, what really is reality?
"Reality is as thin as paper and betrays with all its cracks its imitative character"
― Bruno Schulz, The Street of Crocodiles
Smena Symbol
Kodak Ultramax 400 Expired
Processed as Positive in E6/C41 (More Details)
Scanned with Plustek 8100
Taken: Bielsko-Biała, Poland
Sony A7R2 Bishop California Fine Art Autumn Landscapes! Dr. Elliot McGucken Fine Art Photography!
Been busy traveling and shooting landscapes and working on my books The Golden Hero's Odyssey about the golden rectangle and divine proportion I use in a lot of my compositions! Also working on my physics book on Dynamic Dimensions Theory! The equation dx4/dt=ic is on a lot of the 45surf swimsuit and shirts and all! :)
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All the best on your epic hero's odyssey! :)
Been hard at work on my books--my physics books on Dynamic Dimensions Theory (dx4/dt=ic) celebrating the hitherto unsung reality of the fourth expanding dimension which all the photons surf across the universe en route to making a photograph! Also working on an art, mythology, and photography book titled The Golden Hero's Odyssey! All the best on your Epic Hero's Odyssey! Always love hearing from y'all! :)
This is a shot from the 2007 Edinburgh Fringe featuring one of its most striking street performers, 'He Who is Red' who also featured in one of my most successful and popular photographs.
Eyes on the Prize
His upper body is entirely red...and I just thought that leaving the crystal ball view reflecting that works well here. :-)
This picture was made in Montenegro, just near the view to the gorgeous Lake Scutari. And the whole viewpoint reminds me of my dreams, where I can create my own reality.
When people tend to escape from reality they are often called dreamers, but in a negative way. They imply that dreamy people have no connections to the present life and have their heads in the clouds. There is a term for that – escapism, which means a tendency of an individual to escape from the reality into the world of illusions and dreams.
To be honest, I do not consider it to be a getaway from the reality. For me it is more a sort of supplementation to the life of an individual. My dreaminess can be vividly observed in my photography. I do it deliberately. I am obsessed with pictures being cinematic and having deep meaning, a dreamy story to be told. These are my goals when I create an image.
It is my positivity and desire to combine the reality and dreams that help me to create a photographic cocktail of my viewpoint.
© Mari Nino Photography
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SPNC Year 3 Instruction #04: "Give me an illusion of reality. Your reality." - Andreas Paradise
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The title for this shamelessly approximated from an exhibition of women photographers and artists I attended yesterday. The one photographer commented that initially she had used textures and a torn look to try to hide the identity of her subjects, but that this, over time led her to think more about the duality of the hidden and the apparent. These concepts got me thinking about the 'realities' of our mind, and the ways in which others may note what is misleadingly apparent to interpret the 'real' us. In these slumbering, grey days in Istanbul it is easy to sink into our individual dreamscapes, which perhaps (or not) are our realities . . . In the cityscape of a wintery Istanbul, this is always tinged with a hint of nostalgia or huzun.
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Tested the Fooocus AI platform. Here's what I got.
On the left: a ‘live’ (real) model, on the right - its generated copy
As we exit from the freedom of Slab City, we are warned that We are entering a world of reality. We also see a note that Nat has Herpes, so I suggest you all avoid Nat.
The only reality is you. You are the dream and the dreamer.
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Du musst das Ziel verstehen.
Die Wiedervereinigung mit deiner eigentlichen geistigen Größe.
Du verlierst nichts, du gewinnst nur hinzu. Ob du Illusionen behalten und weiter in ihnen leben willst, ist deine Entscheidung. Aus Sicht deiner eigentlichen geistigen Größe verlierst du keine Zeit.
Du erfährst, alles hat seine Zeit, auch das Wiedererwachen deines ursprünglichen Seins. Mit jedem Augenblick gehst du "ihm" entgegen, und "er" kommt auf dich zu.
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Digital art based on own photography and textures
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