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Week seven. Theme: Monsters.
I may have let myself get a little carried away with this week's picture. The theme is 'monsters'. Two shoots and five hours of photoshop later and I'm now Medusa!
Many many thanks to Sandy the snake for co-starring :D
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Kess laying in the middle of the field rows of soybeans this week. Maybe should've tried to get a photo like this in the corn, but it's already waist-high and filled in, where it's not flooded out anyway. Lots of rains in these parts in the last several weeks, but not nearly as bad as many other areas.
i can't complain. there are still some signs of summer here.
been so busy i have barely shot anything this week, but I am off tomorrow. whoo!
It was Redditch Rail week and to mark this event an exhibition train was parked in the station. This train was to showcase rail and particularly freight to the local business leaders. Somebody had the idea of dragging a withdrawn class 40 out, bulling it up and parking it on the train, now I love class 40's but it would not be my first choice to illustrate the new railway to the waiting public...
40013 was built at the Vulcan Foundry as D213, it entered traffic 01/06/1959., 16/06/1962 it received the name Andania. It was withdrawn 18/10/1984 and today presents a fine sight in preservation.
Copyright Geoff Dowling 29/03/1985: All rights reserved
Metallic tattoos for PANACHE mannequins for Display Week trade show at Olympia.
Created by me using copper and gold leaf, in a Maori style to match the dresses on other figures.
Theme of The Week - In the Style of Ray Metzger
Collar popped, in my basement, with light shining through the crack in a pizza box
Ok so I missed last week's upload. Oops.. This whole 52 weeks project thing is weighing heavy on me. I've completely and totally lost all ability to plan out and take pictures. So because I'm not the type of person to give up, I decided to upload an old picture. There ya go!
Oh and I'm super sorry for not responding back to anyone. There just aren't enough hours in the day anymore.
Hope everyone had a good weekend!
Sometimes I am proud of myself.
I've been everywhere.
I was gullible, I was inocent and I could get easily influenced by anyone.
I had colective dreams and superficial sadness, I cried for anything.
Once you changed of school so many times, and of country and city, you get sharp.
You don't get hard, or nasty with anyone. You just know where you are, and you know what being in a temporal place is.
You know how to meet new people, because is the only thing you've ever done since you were a child.
You are used to miss, you are used to think of better places and notice at an early age that you always want what you don't have.
You know what distance is, and you appreciate your family.
I don't usually get to know people, I just meet them. I could fill a province with all the people I know, but not even a room with people that has always been with me.
You've seen so much, known too much, too much stories, too much dreams, too much enemies and too much best friends.
You get to a point when the only thing that you want is belong to somewhere.
one from a few weeks back when davina came up for a visit.
this is such a lovely dress and it was really nice to give it another outing.
Went on a rock climbing trip to Nevada. AMAZING SCENERY. I woke up an hour before dawn so that I'd have time to find a spot to take photos. I ended up driving down a winding highway with epic landscapes and instead of stopping to shoot I kept wondering what I would find around the corner. Suddenly it was two hours later, and I had 20 minutes to just hurry up and get a photo before my friends left to climb without me.
Explored!
Week 41/52
This shot has been a long time in the making. It was requested by a friend of mine, Mateus, when I first started this project. He wanted me to recreate this sculpture, by my life-long obsession Gian Lorenzo Bernini. I never found the right time to do it, but this week I felt this urge to take the shot. I was already buying the fabric when I realized that tomorrow is actually October 15 — Saint Teresa of Avila's day. So it's either a nice trick my brain did there or a coincidence, but a happy one.
Teresa of Avila is my favorite saint. She's the one I pray to every time things go wrong, she's the one I turn to when I'm sure I can't do this or that, or face a problem or a situation. She's the one whose words I look to, for guidance — so this homage was bound to happen sooner or later.
She was an unbelievably strong woman — the first to be named a Doctor of the Church. Practically alone, she reformed the Carmelites in Spain, turned an order that was loosing itself in the mundane world, into a place of prayer and contemplation. She fought hard for what she wanted, and never seized to work until the day that she died. Her writings (especially her words on her ectsasies) are inspiring to read.
Of course, there's something to be said about the fact that I am representing the angel as well as Saint Teresa in the shot — this came merely out of necessity. I didn't have time to get a kid (even my sister) to do it with me, so I had to do it myself. I understand that for someone who looks into a deeper meaning in this, it might come across as strange, when Teresa of Avila so deeply enjoyed talking about letting go of ourselves and giving our lives to others (and here I am, twice in one shot). But that was the only way the shot could happen, so it had to be this way. Just forget I'm the angel as well. :p
So there's not much more I can say about this shot, other than to leave you with some of my favorite words of hers.
"Be gentle to all, and stern with yourself."
"There are more tears shed over answered prayers than over unanswered prayers."
"To have courage for whatever comes in life -- everything lies in that."
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On a completely different topic, I've been thinking about reopening my Etsy shop. Do you guys think I should? I've been getting some requests for prints, and I'd sure like to make some money with my work. But at the same time… i don't know. Do you guys think I should?
[Note (January 2015): The window and the arrow were found during a google search. I'm not sure if they are protected by copyright — at the time when I did this, I wasn't completely aware of copyright policy and I did it innocently — but it doesn't take from the fact that I used stock imagery. I've tried back search and other ways of tracking, but I haven't come up with these photos. Either way, if someone knows the author of the window or of the arrow, and can direct me to them, I'll be really grateful. And to the authors of these photos: I sincerely apologize, and I hope that if you ever come across this photo and see your work, you let me know so that I can properly credit you, or take it down. Thank you.]
XI Week 14 2-9/4/20
Ok lots of catching up in posting to do.... here's week 1 of 6 to get me up to date. Lockdown has got me even lazier with posting. But I've still been shooting a bit. More soon.
This is the St. Maurice River. It is within walking distance of my home and, because my home is on an escarpment, a permanent part of my landscape. Starting in my town and heading upriver there are 7 hydroelectric dams on her that end at Barrage Gouin. The St. Maurice was once a major route for floating logs south to mills that still dot her shoreline; altough the mills are becoming scarcer and scarcer.
The pano is created with 5 overlapped shots taken with my cheap, but fun, manual focus, 14mm rokinon. I then added a touch of processing to help with the sky I washed out by not thinking about my tendency to shoot in aperture, wide open; not the settings one wants for a landscape typically.
week 19 of 52 landscape
It's been a strange week. Time is being eaten in huge chunks by an exciting European football championship (well for me anyway), a very gradual campervan transformation and the oldest enemy of all - work of course. It's now three weeks since I last packed the camera into the bag, considered what I wanted to achieve before making my lens selections and setting off in the car. I've completely missed the sea thrift and the poppies this year. I'm going to need to reacquaint myself with the buttons and dials on the camera before too much longer or I'll forget what they're all for. Also, with another academic year finished yesterday, I really just want to sit and gaze into space for a while with an empty mind. May and June are always full of improbable deadlines that can only be achieved by engaging what's left of the tired old brain cells into hyperdrive and trusting that we'll somehow get through it all one more time.
Yesterday brought one of those landmark moments in my life. Most of the day was spent clearing twenty-one years of memories from my office as I prepared to hand it over to my successor who joins us on Monday. Finally, after all of those years I'm no longer a finance manager and I'm no longer responsible for the working lives of the people around me - now I'm a teacher of a kind. And that's only for two months until I become whatever I want to be instead of what the need to pay bills forces me to be. Ironic that after all these years supporting teachers, I finally end up in front of the chalk board myself don't you think? Occasionally colleagues would pop in to see if I was crying yet. I wasn't. I was smiling because I was far more excited about what lies ahead than I was wistful about the reflections on what I'm leaving behind. From time to time I would find a note or a photo of some team caper that would make me laugh and rush into the team office to show to the ones who might remember the back story.
And then I happened across one of Sue's old notebooks. In the pages I found a list of names, mine included. Next to them she'd written our ages and future dates. She'd been working out when she might be able to retire, based on what she knew about the plans of her closest colleagues. We'd always loosely agreed that we wouldn't go at the same time. She was my boss for seventeen years - elevated to the boardroom when her predecessor retired, with me involuntarily promoted to her old position in her wake. Neither of us really wanted the responsibility we were being burdened with, but that's what sometimes happens during a period of austerity. Universally loved, the whole college was devastated when Sue was taken from us by pancreatic cancer at the age of 56 a couple of years ago. It all happened frighteningly quickly. One moment she was full of energy and plans, the next she felt ill, and a few months later we all wept at her funeral. Of course it hit us harder than everyone else because we'd worked so closely alongside her for so long. I thought she was indestructible, but of course we're all just visitors here for a while, and some don't get as much of a stay as they might reasonably have expected to. She'd watched over us with so much care throughout the years. When she was no longer able to work I'd had to step even further up those near vertical rungs to do finance at a strategic level and Katie moved into my role. Two of us doing the work of three for a year - the memory of it still makes me shudder. I wasn't born to hobnob with the politickers and shakers and movers of this world. I just wanted to look out of the window and dream about mountains and rivers, forests and oceans.
Every so often, a moment such as finding the notebook brings the sadness of that terrible year jolting back into sharp focus. That eternal sense of dread - "what are they going to ask me at this Governors' meeting now? Will I sit there opening and closing my mouth silently like a goldfish? Sue would have known what to say." In her last ever message to me, her main concern was that I was being paid the right amount for the additional workload I'd had no option but to take on. Typically for Sue, she was thinking about other people instead of herself, even though she only had such a short time left. Of the many gifts she gave me in life, the very last one was that the pay review she campaigned for meant I could knock a whole year off the date she'd written next to my name on the page in front of me. The date she'd evidently written not long before she became unwell.
Late in the afternoon as the contents of the filing cabinets evolved into bulging bin liners and shredding bags, Katie came and sat in my office to go though some invoices. She looked sad. I'll miss lots of people from work, but none anywhere near as much as her. She has been my rock and my best friend - always right there with me during the hardest times, making sure I never felt alone when there were storms all around us. I'm not sure whether I would have survived those storms without her. I know she's worried about a future without me and there's almost nothing that I wouldn't do for her. Except that I can't carry on working anymore of course. The job needs fresh input from an enthusiastic newcomer. But she knows she can come and see me whenever she needs to. I'll always be there for her with hot coffee and whatever I can muster to pass for wisdom.
Of course these tributes to two people who've become so important to me has nothing to do with this picture of Holywell Bay, taken on a stunning winter evening when everyone was at the beach because everywhere else was closed. I've already told the story of that evening in another image, and somehow today the one I've just shared is the one that resonates right now. Sometimes everything very quickly changes so suddenly and drastically in peoples' lives. Our futures are unscripted, no matter what plans we make. If we can make good memories along the way then that's got to be something worthwhile surely?
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[ 21 / 52 Weeks - 21 - 27 may ]
This week subject: Music (and cold tea).
A quanto pare se non ho proprio idee, faccio le foto a libri o simili. XD Sono monotona, si.
Questa settimana davvero disperata. Perdonatemi. Mi fa pena.
Perchè il tè? Con questi primi caldi soffro. Non c'è niente di meglio del tè freddo.
Quelle note non sono a caso. E' l'inizio di una canzone con cui mi sono particolarmente fissata in questi giorni. Ovvero questa qui sotto.
On air: Summertime Sadness - Lana del Rey.
Week 47 already. This year is coming to an end so fast! (I'm sure I felt that way last year as well) We finally managed to get outside while there was still some daylight left.
Theme of The Week - Getting High
Its been a rough couple weeks,
On March 24, one of my co-workers collapsed after finishing teaching his class. He never regained consciousness and passed away at the hospital.
On April 3, my friend Jeanine passed away from cancer. She started with cervical, then breast, then lymph, spinal fluid, and brain cancer. She was the strongest and bravest person I have ever known
A bit of a gray day this week when we were down at the beach so I made this kind of high contrast photo.
Della had a health concern this past week. I saw some blood on her back end after she went to the bathroom at the beach but no blood in her stool. When we got home as I was cleaning her up blood started pouring out from her backend. The trouble is she is so furry it was hard to tell where it was coming from. Of course it was after hours and the vet office where I work was closed. Fortunately I have a key and went down and got come clot it powder to stop the bleeding.
Della seemed fine through all this. The next morning I brought her to the office and we shaved all around her butt area. The doctors really couldn’t see anything the matter. So my husband took her for a walk, she seemed fine, had a normal stool and no blood anywhere He brought her back so the doctors could do a rectal exam.
My husband was holding her head and I was at the rear end with the doctor.
The doctor had just said it looks a little swollen by her anal gland and as he gently put some pressure from the outside of the area it exploded in his face and all over the wall. I suppose I shouldn’t have laughed but it was really funny and the doctor was laughing too. What wasn’t funny was the amount of blood coming out. He then did a rectal exam and said he didn’t feel any masses but the amount of blood was very unusual.
Della has never in all her life had an anal gland issue. She was not scooting or licking at herself. So the plan is antibiotics for a week and recheck her to see how things go. She is not eating as well as she used to so I am concerned the antibiotics are going to upset her stomach.
Keep your fingers crossed for my old girl. She was a real trooper through all the examining, shaving and washing.
It's been ages since I've posted here in flickr. I feel really disconnected from this place that has helped me grow as a photographer which is why I've decided to start up a 52 week project. I'm gonna try and post on here at least once a week.
Well a lot has happened since my last post. I guess I should go into it but I'm too lazy right now. I'll just explain later ;)
Until then.. HI FLICKR :D
Another year is ending tonight. And I still have no idea who I am. The only thing that changed is my perspective. Slowly I enjoy the search, the facets, the possibilities.
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What did this year teach you? Did it change you? Did you change it?
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Week 13 of #laurazalenga17weeks themed #selfportrait
the earth rattled and the floor shook. i fell down through a gaping crack into a never ending pit of nothingness. my eyes felt as though they were going blind. limbs, being stretched from all different directions. something thick, engulfing my lungs, suffocating me. a screaming, but not my own. i wasn't alone.
things have been strange lately. i've had a lot of weird dreams and i spend half of my time reading. i find it funny that my 18th birthday was on week 18 of this project.