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Moremi Game Reserve, Botswana
I did not notice that this leopard was wounded on her side until I started to post-process this photo. She appears to have a gash on her side to the right of her shoulder.
Anyway, I brought three lenses to Africa -- the 180-600mm, the 70-180mm and the 24-120mm zooms. The vast majority of my photos (about 85%) were taken with the 180-600mm lens. For the most part I am happy with the way the photos turned out and I am very happy with the 180-600mm lens, especially the fact that it has an internal zoom. I believe it should have been very troublesome to take care of an external zooming lens in the dusty conditions of arid Africa. The one complain I have about this lens is that when the background is very busy and close to the subject (as in this photo), the lens shows its shortcomings. In my opinion, the photo looks somewhat unnatural in the way the lens handles the subject and the background isolation. But then, what do you expect from a $2,000 lens with this focal range.
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Ah, the music of the spheres, the old Jew quipped,
plowing his walker down the pawnshop counter.
Whatever, I nod, and cradle
the beautifully scarred mandolin in my open palms -
rutted ebony fingerboard,
caramel-grained face of rusty spruce,
two strings missing, bridge cracked.
Torture, I thought, teaching myself
to play this thing,
then pondered all the other agonies
it must have endured -
the lovers wooed and lost, the bottles dodged
in barroom discourses,
loneliness of widowers on their porches at night,
their hard music rising in starlight.
- David Bottoms
(excerpt: O MANDOLIN, O MAGNUM MYSTERIUM)
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Texture by Angelique (Liek)
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Like old bones, my beloved mandolin has succumbed to fluctuating
temperatures and the rigors of time.
Its last owner had kept it stowed in a cupboard for decades, long
after her Italian lover's spirit had returned to Napoli. In due course
she was able to relinquish this physical remnant of her past, and
so it seemed destined to become an important part of mine.
Old instruments are redolent with memories and experience.
Perhaps that is why they sing so hauntingly.
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It's like I woke up from a nightmare
It's like I woke up from a nightmare
It's like I woke up from a nightmare
Because I finally got away from you
And I ain't ever going back there
If it's the last thing I ever do
But now it's R-I-P
Because it's over and you're dead to me
You're just a memory
That I can't break
But I can shake the ghost that you left behind
Riddle me this
When is it you decided to turn into a bitch
We used to be lower than down
Anybody that knew us would admit
Then you suddenly switched
(yeah you suddenly switched)
In all of my years, I never seen someone corrupted so quick
Lately I'm feelin like I'm being haunted by all of these
Demons that i got inside of me
Deep in my arteries
Don't even know the reason or pathology
Fuck it it I feel like I'm ready to blow up, I'm ready to blow up
And call it a wrap
(Call it a wrap)
You can have all my shit, if it means that I see you
I don't want it back
It's like I woke up from nightmare
Because I finally got away from you
And I ain't ever going back there
If it's the last thing I ever do
(like fuck that)
But now its R-I-P
Because it's over and you're dead to me
You're just a memory
That I can't break
No I can't shake, the ghost that you left behind
But now its R-I-P
Because its over and you're dead to me
You're just a memory
That I can't - break
No I can't shake, the ghost that you left behind
I'm in the deep end, I think I'm sinking
And Ive been suffocating, struggling just to breathe in
I feel like i been tryna get away forever now
I'm just tryna run away and go whever now
Fuck em, I dont hear you
You in my rear view
Catch the exhaust up out my vehicle (skrrr)
I feel like ive been waitin' for this day forever now
And that wherever you may be I hope you're never found
This is a recent image in my "Remnants of Past" series, which is pre-occupied with recreating childhood dreams and memories with my daughter as my muse.
I am desperately trying to finish this series because if I do, I will probably have a solo show at a local gallery. I just don't feel "done" yet (maybe I will never truly be done?) and I am not in a big hurry. Well, it just can't be rushed.
I purchased the dress for very cheap on eBay -- I think it is a flower girl dress. I had it in my closet for years since it was so big, but it finally fits! And I found the cool feathers at a craft shop in NYC.
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Veins, wounds and blood
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I hadn't noticed, quite a few years ago, when this shot was taken, that this Australian Fur Seal has a good reason to be a bit snappy. It appears to have a number of wounds on its neck and shoulder. My first thought was "shark", but the cuts seem to be equally spaced out, so I suppose a boat propeller could be to blame.
The third part of my final major project triptych
Edit: I am no longer including this image in my final piece, I felt it gave too much away
Model: Ailsa Northwood
Hair: Heidi Smith
When you've relaxed so much your film doesn't wind tightly onto the spool...
Holga + Lomography Color 400.
A line infantry soldier and an officer rush to the aid of another fallen British officer.
(Battle of Princeton 249th anniversary living history/reenactment.)
"British Soldiers in the Battle of Princeton
4th Brigade under Lt. Colonel Charles Mawheed
This Brigade entered Princeton on January 2, 1777, to take over the garrisoning of the town from the already departed 2nd Brigade under Brigadier General Leslie, and it was apparently quite unfamiliar with the locale, as demonstrated by the failure to re-establish a picket post at the Quaker Road (General Leslie had placed 100 men on alert duty there).
The 4th Brigade consisted of the following units:
17th Regiment of British Foot - about 246 men
40th Regiment of British Foot - about 333 men
55th Regiment of British Foot - about 116 men
1 troop, 16th Dragoons, Mounted - about 30 men
6 troops, 16th Dragoons, unmounted - about 204 men
less troops at Hillsborough - 70 men
Total at Princeton about 859 men
Casualties suffered by these troops at the Battle of Princeton were reported to be as follows:
Killed, Wounded, Missing or Captured
17th Regiment of British Foot 13 --- 53 --- 35
40th Regiment of British Foot 0 --- 1 --- 93
55th Regiment of British Foot 5 --- 4 --- 72
Total 18 --- 58 --- 200
There is no report of Dragoon casualties.
Of those [British] killed, one was an officer - Captain William Leslie, son of General Leslie. Five officers were wounded and four were captured. The Americans suffered about 35 killed, including Brigadier General Mercer of New Jersey, Colonel Haslet of Delaware, Colonel Porter of Massachusetts, Captain Neil of the New Jersey Artillery, Captain Fleming of Virginia and Captain Shippen of the Marines. No Americans were captured and the number of wounded was not reported."
(static-prod.lib.princeton.edu/sc/aids/forbes/forbes.html#BF)
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Sometimes I wish I would just say No. I'm not sure if thats a No to over-indulgence and sleepless Friday nights, or No to backing up the next day still wounded, sleepless and feeling generally ratshit, to paint a piece. Painted with the homies Maim, Adlib and Roger.
I suppose that we each carry around with us one or two old wounds that just never seem to heal over completely...