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Yes, that is my hand. I didn't feel a thing ;-) And no, the camera won't work since the battery has been removed for the radiograph.
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Thanks to Village Underground. Photo by 303db
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Something I should have foreseen before visiting the Eiffel Tower is the fact that you can see all of the support infrastructure. Having wanted to be an architect when young I found it fascinating. Is it just me?
My fathers wrist after falling down a flight of stairs. He is the toughest man I know but the mortal frame is no match for gravity in a fight.
At Rigenerarte Festival in Ravenna Italy.
Flew out for the weekend and painted like crazy - see below for the rest of the pieces.
Xray film, 5x7". Linhof super Technika. Developed Rodinal 1:50, 7". Film scan, inversion in Photoshop.
I decided to try something new and I bought a IR lens.I read some tutorials from internet and here is results...Enjoy :) Still studying,how to do post prosessing stuff...This one got out of my hands,but not bad!
Trying out my new Xray film.
looks like it's developing at ISO 0.7 in caffenol :(
Next I'll try caffenol +parodinal.
not sure what caused the sludgy look in the Lower Right Hand corner.
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Xray sent back to me.
Now, I remembered all of a sudden my mishap. So, when this was given to me by the radiographer/radiologist she said: “Congratulations! You just fractured your thumb. And you did it pretty well.” Then she smiled, and I was left stunned there for a while. For a second, my whole world stopped and I was grasping what she just told me - and what was that smile was all about (?). Questions like What’s gonna happen to me now?, Would this still come back to normal?, What about my career?, Would I still be able to play my guitar?, What about my photography?, What about my handwriting?, How will I tell this to my parents (Am I gonna die?) and so on were running in my mind. Then, I got a hold of myself and asked her what does she meant by what she just said. She explained things. I left with some more questions.
On the train I saw this man seated in front me. He was blind. He was holding his guiding stick and I think, he became the subject of everyone’s attention. I saw the looks on their faces. Some felt sympathy, others were apathetic and were just staring at him because he’s incapable. Me, I felt sad about him. I felt sympathy. I thought that he was deprived of seeing the wonderful things around him - the colorful world that surrounds him. I felt sad. I pitied him. But you know what? He struck me bigtime. Oh yes, he sure did! It was his smile - his real big smile. I saw him smile when the conductor asked for his ticket and made a small talk with him. I was amazed of how he treats people. He may not be able to see them but he is smiling and all happy. He was like pure of optimism. He may not be able to play guitar, take photographs, or get to see his on handwriting but he is sure one happy and contented man.
Then all of a sudden, I think I knew the whole point of this: why such people co-exist with us in this sometimes-shitty world — to let every people know how God loves each one of us and to appreciate the little things that we have. It all became clear to me — What the heck am I whining about where in fact I’ve only got a fractured finger compared to this man who’s deprived of eyesight? I secretly smiled to myself. He got off the train. I got off the next station. Thanks to him I appreciated more Life. He sure was godsent to usO:-)