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At the time, there were only four people living in this house. We are a weird family.
I took this after just getting out of Photography I, and I wanted to play around. I love the way the depth of field confuses the picture.
The other day, I wrote about a horrifying event that I'd heard about. I know the brother of the woman's husband, but he is only a casual acquaintance. The story isn't close to me in any way, yet the image is so graphic that I cannot seem to get it out of my mind. Since I first heard about it on Friday, I've been working on a poem. And a photograph. I've wondered how I would boil it down, this gruesome discovery.
Depression, for me, is linked to basic hygiene. It's one of the first things to go—you stop taking showers, stop brushing your hair and teeth.
The poem below is graphic and contains images that I don't want to pass on. Yet I'm compelled to. Writers know that we do not erase them from our minds after we write them down. We don't write to empty our heads.
Writing is selfish—in the same way all art is. We do it because we have to. We share it because we want some reassurance that we've chosen the right path, that we're worthwhile, that we aren't wasting our own time or anyone else's.
Writing is not a gift I give you. It's an exchange. It's a chance to not be alone in my thoughts. That's why I write. So that you will hold my hand.
It's a gift you give me.
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enough
it is enough to know of a man
psychosis-switch flipped
by random vaccine or pill
who awoke one morning
lost to the world
inanimate as the toothbrush
he couldn’t bring himself to lift.
it is enough to know of his wife
a good mother lean and blonde
and three small children
who woke up one morning
to find the man's empty shell.
but what do you do
when the story ends
with the man on all fours
scrounging the bedroom floor
pressing the hunks of meat
that used to be lips and chin
into the holes of missing face
shortly after the suicide gun
slipped and left his brain
to suffer yet another emptiness
his wife looking on
from the doorway?
what do you do with the teeth
embedded in drywall
a bloody jewelry box?
the three children at school?
the wife looking on?
tell me what to do with it.
tell me where to hide this
and I will.
© Leslie F. Miller
My first drawings after becoming an EDM member.....My son's flowered toothbrush and our dining table chair.
Toothbrush. Focus stacked using zerene. Taken for a forum challenge.
I'd love to know if there is any real technology in the colour and shapes of the brushes
Boie USA Tooth Brush:
Antimicrobial toothbrush, re-imagination of the common toothbrush gives you more healthful and comfortable oral care that’s also gentle on the environment.
#Technology #Gadgets #IOT #HomeAutomation #Healthy #MedicalBrush
Oral hygiene here is of primary importance!!
MUONG girl watching out from her house, built in bamboo and rushes, near Hoa Binh, Vietnam.
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A macro photography of a toothbrush. My first try at using gels.
Strobist info: One 430EX with a CTB behind the brush / through a paper, and a second 430EX with a CTB underneath the head of the brush. A white paper was held above the brush to bounce some light back on top of it.
Another trying the macro lens. This is a crop from a larger photo. Bit of noise creeping in with the higher ISO, but I quite liked it.
Hooray!! my new Oral-B electric toothbrush promises to remove all those nasty little plague bacteria from my gums.
6/13/08
I took this shot while I was getting ready to go to Joe's photo show. The toothbrush was sitting on my desk at work on top of some office paper. Did anyone at the show notice my minty, fresh breath?
Smoke And Toothbrush
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Two officer aspirants riding in the back of a military truck at the end of the survival week.
I always loved riding in the back of the truck. Waiting till everyone else got in and the hopping on last. Driving in the trucks was nice. It ment a break, a break from having to follow orders, sometimes a break from giving orders, sometimes a break from having to deal with the mates, from having to do anything.
One could glance out the back, enjoy the landscape passing by, feeling the wind in the face and the hair (that is one could take off the hat, one always has to carry, have a smoke, eat something, take a nap and have a talk with the mate next to you about women, God, the world or simply the soccer game the next weekend.
How romantic ... Or one could brush his teeth, shave or - did I say take a nap? Yeah, during the survival week most of the time it was about taking a nap, getting a bit of sleep. On rainy days again, it wasn't all peaches and cream riding in the back, actually the most soaking wet place there is ...
Anyways, I can't really think of a bad thing driving in the back of a truck (okay, alright, the CO2 and too much fuel and too much emmission and too much blablabla ...), it really is one of the most enjoyable things in military. I'm looking forward to driving again ...
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Set: Military (» see other shots from "Military")
Refinements: I added contrast (wanted it to be dark), removed noise, cropped and resized.
Equipment: Nikon D70s, AF Nikkor 28-80mm G, UV filter 58mm