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Snakes just love my yard. Grrrrr!! The skin is about 4 feet long. Yay! (sarcasm)
Central Maryland
iPhone 5
May 2016
Of all the things that have occurred in the past month or so and around the world, nothing obviously can compare to the controversy of the Starbucks red cup. (Said with the most heart felt sarcasm possible.) Does anyone really care about what colour the cup is or about the absence of something cheerful and Christmassy 'not' written on it? I really don't, truly, I don't, but if we were to write 'our own story' on the plain red cup, why were we not given a marker, a gold or silver one, with every cup? That, I may have cared about...I could have used the marker to sign photos, address my very Merry Christmas/Happy Holiday cards...but NO!!...instead, I kept the plain red cup, brought home the plain red cup, so I could mock the plain red cup, and in the spirit of the season, not give a damn about the plain red cup. Oh, humbug, now I feel sorry for the poor little plain red cup....it deserves to be used, it's not its fault....
Anger is part of who we are too —
and it also deserves to be seen.
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Patience, frustration, cynicism, sarcasm, disbelief, contemplation.......
All kinda rolled into one.
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It might be hard to believe but this building was (and now is again) a part of the church. It was heavily reconstructed in 1937 as a museum of atheism (a Stalinist sarcasm). Then after the WWII it became a studio and office of Soyuzmultfilm - the biggest and the most famous Soviet animation company. In 2018 it was returned back to the church.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soyuzmultfilm
ru.wikipedia.org/wiki/%D0%A6%D0%B5%D1%80%D0%BA%D0%BE%D0%B...
commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:%D0%A6%D0%B5%D1%80%D0%BA%...
Some people have a tattoo with their fathers ashes. This is simular .....isn't it? :-) The coat was a goat:-)
we've been trapped inside for days unable to play wildly outside because it's been raining nonstop. i found mukha lying by the door being bored and asked her what she thought about all this rain. she said she just absolutely loves it, forced a little smile and rolled her eyes!
hmm 11:30 on a friday night at home ,falling asleep,and editing a photo. now thats excitement #sarcasm
Depuis que le silence
n'est plus le père de la musique
depuis que la parole a fini d'avouer
qu'elle ne nous conduit qu'au silence
les gouttières pleurent
il fait noir et il pleut
Dans l'oubli des noms et des souvenirs
il reste quelque chose à dire
entre cette pluie et Celle qu'on attend
entre le sarcasme et le testament
entre les trois coups de l'horloge
et les deux battements du sang
Mais par où commencer
depuis que le midi du pré
refuse de dire pourquoi
nous ne comprenons la simplicité
que quand le coeur s'est brisé
~ Nicolas Bouvier ~
Lemmings are small creatures with wild reputations. In the 17th century, naturalists perplexed by the habit of Norway lemmings to suddenly appear in large numbers, seemingly out of nowhere, came to the conclusion that the animals were being spontaneously generated in the sky and then falling to earth like rain. (The prosaic truth is that they migrate in herds.) Some people also thought that lemmings explode if they become sufficiently angry. This is also a myth, of course—lemmings are indeed one of the more irascible rodents, but they mostly channel their rage into fights with other lemmings. People probably came up with the notion of exploding lemmings after seeing the picked-over lemming carcasses that were left behind following a migration.
*So why is the myth of mass lemming suicide so widely believed? For one, it provides an irresistible metaphor for human behavior. Someone who blindly follows a crowd—maybe even toward catastrophe—is called a lemming. *
Written and fact-checked by
The Editors of Encyclopædia Britannica
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But can you see why I haven't posted my face lately? I'm currently at war with my cystic acne. I know, it's hot, isn't it? Don't be jealous. (note my sarcasm there if you hadn't picked that up yet)
But it's been a long week, so I suppose, I'm alive, I'll be grateful for that. I just quit my job at the school paper after a few years being there on and off. My best friend at school is the new editor in chief and neither of us were too great at seperating work and fun. It was kind of like a bad relationship you keep going back to thinking things are going to be so great... but then you realize that you can't win, that you ultimately left because things weren't working for you... and well, I finally broke the cycle before any more damage is done. I haven't really talked to my friend yet, I sort of want the dust to settle before we talk so that I don't say anything out of spite in the heat of the moment, because I most likely don't mean it. I really hope we can salvage things and that he can forgive me and understand my decision. I'm taking my blame, and I just want him to acknowledge some changes so we can move on. Cross your fingers, I guess.
Anywho, before bed, end of a long day of work and class. My eyes are still kinda pretty even if the rest of me isn't. An my big ass lip ring is back. I lost the stud :( Oh, and my hair is all one color. It's weird for me. It's also in pigtail braids... like it is often. I don't have the time or the patience to dry it in the morning.
IN ENGLISH BELOW THE LINE
Foto presa amb una Zeiss-Ikon Contax II fabricada el 1936; objectiu KMZ Jupiter-12 f2.8/35mm fabricat el 1959; pel·licula Revelab BW-XX (Kodak Double-X o Eastman 5222), revelada amb Bellini D96 sense diluir.
Auschwitz. Què més puc dir més enllà d’aquest toponim en alemany d’una vila polonesa. Tots ja sabeu què fou, de 1940 a 1945. Aquí es creà un camp de concentració per la explotació salvatge i mortal dels enemics del III Reich. Però sobretot a partir de 1943 i a la seva extensió (i futur camp independent) de Birkenau: l’extermini dels jueus europeus a nivell industrial.
En aquest cas, el camp original (Auschwitz I o Stammlager Auschwitz (camp principal)) fou creat el juny de 1940 en una antiga caserna del exèrcit polonès. Per això està format per edificis de maons de dues plantes, tant diferent de Birkenau. Els nazis hi afegiren més blocs, torres de vigilancia i filferrades. Entorn el camp proliferaren industries de guerra alemanes, aprofitant sense pietat la ma d'obra esclava. Tot i no ser el camp on es va produir la major part de l'extemini massiu (Birkenau), Auschwitz I fou un infern espantós per a tot aquell que hi va anar a parar. L'esperança de vida mitjana era d'uns 3 mesos i els morts foren centenars de milers.
ca.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auschwitz
www.auschwitz.org/en/history/kl-auschwitz-birkenau/
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Picture taken with my Zeiss Ikon Contax II made in 1936; KMZ Jupiter-12 f2.8/35mm lens, made in 1959; Revelab BW-XX (Kodak Double-X a.k.a. Eastman 5222) film, developed in undiluted Bellini D96.
Auschwitz. What else can I say beyond this toponym in German of a Polish town. You all know what it was, from 1940 to 1945. Here a concentration camp was created for the savage and deadly exploitation of the enemies of the Third Reich. But especially from 1943 and in its extension (and future independent camp) of Auschwitz II - Birkenau. The extermination of European Jews at an industrial level.
In this case, the original and main camp (Auschwitz I or Stammlager Auschwitz) was created in June 1940 in an old Polish army barracks. That is why it consists of two-story brick buildings, so different from Birkenau. The Nazis added more blocks, watchtowers and barbed wire. German war industries proliferated around the camp, exploiting slave labor mercilessly. Despite not being the camp where most of the mass extermination took place (Birkenau), Auschwitz I was a terrifying hell for everyone who ended up there. The average life expectancy was about 3 months and the dead were hundreds of thousands.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Auschwitz_concentration_camp
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In fantastic (sarcasm) lighting, a northbound rolls through Singleton with some great (not sarcasm) power on the head.
This was taken at Thompson & Houston St.
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This set of photos is based on a very simple concept: walk every block of Manhattan with a camera, and see what happens. To avoid missing anything, walk both sides of the street.
That's all there is to it …
Of course, if you wanted to be more ambitious, you could also walk the streets of Brooklyn, Queens, Staten Island, and the Bronx. But that's more than I'm willing to commit to at this point, and I'll leave the remaining boroughs of New York City to other, more adventurous photographers.
Oh, actually, there's one more small detail: leave the photos alone for a month -- unedited, untouched, and unviewed. By the time I actually focus on the first of these "every-block" photos, I will have taken more than 8,000 images on the nearby streets of the Upper West Side -- plus another several thousand in Rome, Coney Island, and the various spots in NYC where I traditionally take photos. So I don't expect to be emotionally attached to any of the "every-block" photos, and hope that I'll be able to make an objective selection of the ones worth looking at.
As for the criteria that I've used to select the small subset of every-block photos that get uploaded to Flickr: there are three. First, I'll upload any photo that I think is "great," and where I hope the reaction of my Flickr-friends will be, "I have no idea when or where that photo was taken, but it's really a terrific picture!"
A second criterion has to do with place, and the third involves time. I'm hoping that I'll take some photos that clearly say, "This is New York!" to anyone who looks at it. Obviously, certain landscape icons like the Empire State Building or the Statue of Liberty would satisfy that criterion; but I'm hoping that I'll find other, more unexpected examples. I hope that I'll be able to take some shots that will make a "local" viewer say, "Well, even if that's not recognizable to someone from another part of the country, or another part of the world, I know that that's New York!" And there might be some photos where a "non-local" viewer might say, "I had no idea that there was anyplace in New York City that was so interesting/beautiful/ugly/spectacular."
As for the sense of time: I remember wandering around my neighborhood in 2005, photographing various shops, stores, restaurants, and business establishments -- and then casually looking at the photos about five years later, and being stunned by how much had changed. Little by little, store by store, day by day, things change … and when you've been around as long as I have, it's even more amazing to go back and look at the photos you took thirty or forty years ago, and ask yourself, "Was it really like that back then? Seriously, did people really wear bell-bottom jeans?"
So, with the expectation that I'll be looking at these every-block photos five or ten years from now (and maybe you will be, too), I'm going to be doing my best to capture scenes that convey the sense that they were taken in the year 2013 … or at least sometime in the decade of the 2010's (I have no idea what we're calling this decade yet). Or maybe they'll just say to us, "This is what it was like a dozen years after 9-11".
Movie posters are a trivial example of such a time-specific image; I've already taken a bunch, and I don't know if I'll ultimately decide that they're worth uploading. Women's fashion/styles are another obvious example of a time-specific phenomenon; and even though I'm definitely not a fashion expert, I suspected that I'll be able to look at some images ten years from now and mutter to myself, "Did we really wear shirts like that? Did women really wear those weird skirts that are short in the front, and long in the back? Did everyone in New York have a tattoo?"
Another example: I'm fascinated by the interactions that people have with their cellphones out on the street. It seems that everyone has one, which certainly wasn't true a decade ago; and it seems that everyone walks down the street with their eyes and their entire conscious attention riveted on this little box-like gadget, utterly oblivious about anything else that might be going on (among other things, that makes it very easy for me to photograph them without their even noticing, particularly if they've also got earphones so they can listen to music or carry on a phone conversation). But I can't help wondering whether this kind of social behavior will seem bizarre a decade from now … especially if our cellphones have become so miniaturized that they're incorporated into the glasses we wear, or implanted directly into our eyeballs.
If you have any suggestions about places that I should definitely visit to get some good photos, or if you'd like me to photograph you in your little corner of New York City, please let me know. You can send me a Flickr-mail message, or you can email me directly at ed-at-yourdon-dot-com
Stay tuned as the photo-walk continues, block by block ...
The Detroit Public Schools Book Depository has been abandoned since a fire struck the building in 1987. Designed by the well regarded Detroit architect Albert Kahn in the 1930s, the 4 story building was originally built as a post office before being converted to a warehouse holding school text books and other school supplies for Detroit school children.
As Detroit's population has contracted, many schools have closed and are now shuttered and abandoned.
More recently, in January of 2009, The Detroit News reported on a case of a dead man who had frozen inside a block of ice in an elevator shaft in the building. As the story goes, the dead man was phoned in to a reporter rather than the police because the photographer/urbex explorer and his friends who were playing hockey on the ice in the basement didn't want to call the police for fear of getting in trouble for trespassing.
At present the book depository and Michigan Central Station across the street are owned by Detroit billionaire Matty Mouron who also owns the Ambassador Bridge, the main bridge connecting Detroit to Canada.
On the day that I visited the basement was flooded. We only ran into one person living in the building, who asked us to keep away from the windows while we visited so as not to draw attention from the outside. On the fourth floor of the building nature has begun to reclaim this building and a small forest has taken root inside the building opening to a massive skylight in the roof.
This place definitely ranks up there in one of the most interesting abandoned buildings I've ever photographed.
*don't really. please.
Just a little sarcasm. I think the worst part of the entire thing that happened with my (and 2 other photographer's) images was that the editor sent identical e-mails claiming it was an accident. How do you accidentally download and use 4 photographs you do not have the right to use on a total of (counting all 4 images) 35 or more pages?
I guess I am supposed to take their "whoops" e-mail and go along on my merry way.
Thanks to everyone who has supported me, shutterblog and -angela in this matter with your comments and suggestions.
Adorei esta combinação gente..
Tem mais fotos aqui:
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kisses!!!
her: baking soda will get it out.
me: really? where'd you hear that?
her: an old home remedy? like an ancient chinese thing?
me: oh yes, those ancient chinese and their tales of spilling coffee on their carpets and cleaning them up with baking soda, i remember those!
her: oh shut-up.
for some reason my anti-sarcasm filter fails when within her vicinity.
needless to say, the baking soda didnt work,... those ancient chinese told a goddamn lie.
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in other news,... i got a dead pentax 6x7 MLU for US$55 and all that was wrong was that the solder contecting the positive contact to the circuit had cracked,... a quick solder later and she's alive!
bargain :D
oh and my first little exhibition is on tomorrow, so if you're in nagasaki, do come down to P+ in Ohato and say hello :)
The writing on the wall, written by Ward Commissioner of Dhaka City Corporation (South) says, "Solution in Corona days is hand washing, wearing facemasks and safe distancing". Photograph taken at TSC, Dhaka University.
America the Beautiful
I titled this with no intent of sarcasm. Let me tell you why.
Today I passed through a very small American town as I often do as part of my job. This particular town is near a rather well known covered bridge that I have been wanting to photograph, and when I drove by and saw this couple I decided to ask them for directions, primarily because they were the only visible sign of human life on the streets of this town.
I was dressed in business attire and you can see how they were dressed. I was a complete stranger to them. I pulled my car to the curb and walked up to them and asked them for directions to the covered bridge. What happened next is what makes America beautiful.
Instead of brushing my question aside, or treating me rudely, or not answering me at all, they were extremely warm and friendly and gave me directions gladly. As I witnessed this act of kindness, I thought to myself, if this were two people dressed in business attire and a stranger pulled up dressed as these folks were dressed, how would the two people in business attire respond to the stranger? One can't say for sure, but in many instances, I suspect the response might not have been so warm and accommodating.
I have to confess, I almost didn't stop because I was concerned of how my interaction with these folks might turn out. In fact, I circled the block three times trying to decide whether to stop or not.
Upon experiencing their kindness, I asked for permission to take their photograph. They consented, and after I made this photograph I showed it to them both. They smiled with the same warmth they showed me in providing directions to the covered bridge. Not many words were exchanged, but something more valuable than words filled the moment. It was palpable.
This is the "America the Beautiful" I remember from growing up in the 50's and 60's. I fear we're losing it rapidly in a world of hyperbole and exaggeration and outright lies.
I was moved today, by the kindness of two people who will never experience the tangible blessings I've been given, but whom I'm confident are rich in their own right.
This is "America the Beautiful". Today and tomorrow and every day we have left on this earth, we have the choice in every word we say, every social media post we make, every interaction we have with one another, to make America beautiful, or to make it ugly. The choice is our ours.