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Project: Story of my days
"Noi saremo, a dispetto di stolti e di cattivi
che certo guarderanno male la nostra gioia,
talvolta, fieri e sempre indulgenti, è vero?
Andremo allegri e lenti sulla strada modesta
che la speranza addita, senza badare affatto
che qualcuno ci ignori o ci veda, è vero?
Nell'amore isolati come in un bosco nero,
i nostri cuori insieme, con quieta tenerezza,
saranno due usignoli che cantan nella sera. ..."
Paul Verlaine
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"Will we be, in spite of foolish and of bad
that certain they will look badly at our joy,
sometimes, fierce and always indulgent, is it true?
Will we go happy and slow on the modest road
that the hope shows, without minding at all
that someone ignores us or sees us, is it true?
In the love isolated as in a black wood,
our hearts together, with calm tenderness,
they will be two nightingales that singing in the evening. ..."
Paul Verlaine
Jamal Story is currently dancing in Cher at the Colosseum in Caesars' Palace in Las Vegas. He will also be performing this May with The Las Vegas Contemporary Dance Theater. Single exposure - not a composite.
Flickr Explore Interestingness #9 on Monday, March 2, 2009
We are happy to be part this anniversary round of The Seasons Story Event, starting on the 10th of October.
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We also prepared a gift with this occassion.
My little angel boy, Tee....precious memories! Here's a true Christmas story that happened many years ago:
Macro Mondays : Intended contact
On a leaf from the garden I could see today :
A dead springtail in a spider web, another springtail in the foreground and a snail was coming, already touching the spider web...
Perched on a 2nd story railing, an osprey enjoys the cool morning air from a beach house on Hutchinson Island near Stuart, Florida.
A Yazidi story.
In the same day when we were in this area of Iraq, the case of Ashwaq, a Yazidi girl who met in Stuttgart her Isis abuser who arrived as a refugee in Germany, became a news in the media around the world. The shock and the insecurity that followed such a discovery, forced her to get back to her family in a refugee camp in Iraq. We could not meet her because she had a special protection program and we did not have time to get permits. But we met her sister, who has three children all affected by a serious psychic disability (due to a consanguineous marriage). This fact has probably allowed her to remain a prisoner of Isis for only a month, in black 2014. He told us she can not leave her children alone even for a minute, as no one would take care of them
Amsterdam | 2017
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The Story Bridge in Brisbane, Australia. The bridge was opened in 1940 and has a total length of 777 meters. It connects Fortitude Valley to Kangaroo Point over the Brisbane River.
While geocaching I found this great vantage point. I waited for the two boats to meet in the middle before I took the photo -- or rather photos, as this is a panorama that consists of multiple shots.
I feel like my vision has been slightly distorted for the past few weeks. I don't like that feeling.
There is a surprising number of things I could say about this image but I am going to attempt to limit them and be relatively concise.
1) This image is meant to pair with the image I posted directly before this one, even though they were made about a year apart and it wasn't until I posted the melted popsicle that I thought of these two together at all.
2) This image makes me think about a bit of the story of H.H. Holmes, a notorious sociopath who killed several people during the Columbian Exposition of 1892 in Chicago. It is said that when he built his house of horrors that he would later use to luring travelers he only assigned small pieces of the overall project to individual contractors. A person would build a wall here or a floor there and be fired. Nobody ever saw anything beyond the one piece they made. I feel a bit like that perhaps with these images. I am creating a piece to a larger puzzle but I cannot see beyond the one or two pieces I am given to make.
P.S. The Devil in the White City is an excellent book, go read it.
3) I know these images will not be nearly as popular as some of my nice landscapes. I really don't care. Popularity is not why I cannot stop doing this.
4) As with the previous image, I am equally fascinated by what I am not seeing here as by what I am.
5) Pepsi or Coke?
Hasselblad 500C / Kodak Ektar 100
Perspective and story. Two key elements of an image. I recently led a Photowalk at the public library in downtown Seattle. I've been to this space a dozen times as a photogorapher and look for something new, each time.
The building is one of the more unique in the city, with awesome lines and colours. As well plenty of space to work and access to computers.
On the 9th floor you have views that go all the way to the first floor, which can mess with you a bit if you don't care for heights.
As we were exploring that floor, I looked over the edge and saw individuals at work. Placing my phone along the railing you see part of the railing as it leads down... Leading your eyes towards the main subject.
When you're exploring the world, your city or neighbourhood, always seek out new perspectives.
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The general idea behind Graffiti Underworld was to collect the wildest graffiti related stories in the voice of the writers themselves and compile them into a book. Each writer’s section reads as if they were sitting face to face with you telling their tale. These stories are meant to put you into the world of the graffiti writer, crawling through train yards, locked in jail cells, running down fire escapes and other forgotten corners of our cities.
I ended up with far too much content to fit into a 200 page book. The following are some outtakes from my interview with HOUR Pigs Crew.
Hour:
I was staying in Oregon for a while, Eugene, Oregon. The first crew I was ever in was called PHO. Putting Heads Out. A lot of the members had gotten in trouble in New Mexico and they bailed to Oregon. They were like you could come up here. They all had a house. You should come up here and stay with us. I was trying to get out and go to Seattle. I ended up going to Oregon. We stayed at this house. It was like a two bedroom house and there were like eight or nine people that lived there. None of us had jobs. We would just party every night. We would just hustle, get money and paint and all that shit. We’d do cart runs of food and cart runs of paint. This chick always let us have parties at her house. We had this three day rager at her house. We racked all this food and beer. In Oregon we would steal beer and return the bottles and buy more beer. So these kids are talking shit to my friend. I go get a couple more people.
They all start piling into this SUV, it’s got rims, it’s brand new, it’s got TV’s, nice as fuck. I see this kid pull open the door and jump in the car. I run across the street and there’s these dudes standing there. They’re like we don’t know what the fuck is going on leave us alone. I told one of my boys to stand in front of the car. I reach over the passenger to the driver and I tell him that’s my fucking brother you run him over and Ima fucking kill you. He’s like “I don’t know what’s going on?” I grab him by the hair and slam his head into the window. I was like “That’s what’s going on!” I tried to pull his keys out of his ignition but I was kind of anxious, so I didn’t turn the key first. So I’m like ripping at the keychain. I bent up the key and it fucked up the ignition. He’s like what the fuck you doing to my car. His CD player was down and I fucking punched down on the CD player and broke it off. I reach back in the back seat and his TV was there open and I folded it backwards so it hit the roof the wrong way and snapped off. I’m like “That’s what the fuck I’m doing!” My friend was pounding this dude nasty. Both his eyes were black. All these chicks were in the car and all these dudes were in the car screaming like chicks and they’re like “Go! Go! Drive the fucking car!” He was like “I can’t this dude’s gonna kill me if I run over his friend.” I left the car and right outside the car there was this house for rent with the metal for rent sign. It was one of the big ones not like the plastic red and white ones. I picked it up out of the ground and started belting the side of their car like sick, putting dents and holes. The whole back of the suburban was filled with all this shit and I start breaking the windows out of the side and I broke the window out of the back and all the shit started falling out. They started freaking out even more. I started putting holes in the other side and they ended up skirting and bailed out. When they bailed more shit started falling out. One of my friends started picking shit up that had falling out. A brand new Playstation in the box had fallen out with a whole book full of games.
We sold that the next day for a couple hundred bucks. That got us some food for a little while. When we we’re leaving, the cops starting piling in. The whole block started filling up. I put my arm around this girl that I had never even met before and we just walked down the block like I was trying to avoid all the confrontation. We had a party the next night at that same house and I killed a handle of Jose Cuervo and a case of beast and ended up fighting all my friends. I got my nose broke. It felt like my friend blackened both my eyes, broke my nose, and busted my lip in one hit. It brought me to my knees, brutally. I was supposed to go to the bus station to go to Seattle to meet up with some kids and they wouldn’t let me on the bus. I was like “Can I still get on the bus?” They were like “What are you kidding me, we can smell the alcohol on your breath and your covered in blood. We can’t let you on the bus.” I was like fuck that I need to get out of here. Let me on this fucking bus. I started to get on the bus and one of the dudes grabbed me, and pulled me off the bus. I was like “What the fuck, you wanna end up looking like me!?” They called the cops on me and this girl that took me to the bus station was like “Leave him alone he’s drunk.” I stumbled down the block and ended up passing out on the street and she drug me by the ankles into her little Honda Civic hatchback and took me back to the party and I just passed out on the couch. My boy who broke my nose woke me up the next morning with a sandwich and a beer and was like my bad.
THE STORY OF HACHIKO
In 1924, Hidesaburō Ueno, a professor in the agriculture department at the University of Tokyo, took Hachikō, a golden brown Akita, as a pet. Professor Ueno would commute daily to work, and Hachikō would leave their house to greet him at the end of each day at the nearby Shibuya Station.
The pair continued their daily routine until May 1925, when Professor Ueno did not return. The professor had suffered a cerebral hemorrhage and died, never returning to the train station where Hachikō was waiting.
Each day for the next nine years, nine months and fifteen days, Hachikō awaited Ueno's return, appearing precisely when the train was due at the station.
Hachikō died on March 8, 1935 at the age of 11 based on his date of birth. He was found on a street in Shibuya.
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This is a 3 frame multiple exposure/ICM shot of a bookshelf. 2 frames are shot with the Fujinon FX35mm f1.4 and 1 frame with the Rokinon 12mm f2
Tell me the story
about how the sun loved the
moon so much
he died every night
to let her breathe
i woke up to this gorgeous sunrise so i ran outside in my p´j ,you can be very fast if you skip getting dressed :) just my wool hat and mittens ,was a bit cold when i came back home hehe
but i got amazing images so it was worth it for sure .
this is the same lake as i was walking with my son the other day .
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