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Who's Afraid of Red, Yellow and Blue
Barnett Newman
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haha this is out of my normal zone...
Magic of the clone tool!
well first indoor shot... i kinda like the turn out.. then in photoshop i started to mess arund a bit and came across the clone stamp.. and 4 eyes came along :)
The purpose behind this is that people of today we dont use our eyes to judge people, we use our ears and thoughts to categorize people outside of our normal social class. Societs makes people feel like crap, like the rudeness and drama is just reality and everyday living. But that shouldnt be reality at all. I personally find the word "reality" as an excuse to overpass our ridiculous behavior towards others. Not only teenagers but everyone as a whole. So in my eyes i think we should all just open our minds and accept things a lil differnt other than ourselves
i look at this and i get a little freaked out to tell you the truth hahah.
hope you dont mind it!
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with all the dangerous stuff these guys are doing it's quiet normal to be frightened at spare occasions
another version and settings. the ESB lights gave the sky its magnificent yellow color! =D and if you look closely, you will see a photographer with the tripod. LOL! next time i know where to park. it was raining all day and drizzling here and there at night. i decided to just stay where i parked my car. then a police car passed by and looked at what i am doing. i thought they will say...madame you are not allowed to park here. but they were good. i am sure they know i am a good person. LOL! hey! i was afraid shooting there. i do not see anyone but parked cars, then came the 3 photographers. these guys know their business they went near the water. which i did not. took some series and left.
I had a blast doing this interview. Even more honored to be asked to do it considering how well done Robert’s documentary “Afraid of Nothing”. His podcast series is a companion to the documentary. I’ll post a link to the doc below. Thanks again for having me Bob!
Link to Podcast: www.buzzsprout.com/828433/6919976?fbclid=IwAR2C87hcAyZ9Ya...
Volume 2 App - Exploding Back Into Action
Having been away from this city for most of three years Dani had a lot of adjusting to do. She's missed out on a lot changes, especially after the ascendancy war. Smaller villains started paving ways into the criminal underworld, trying to carve out territories that had become available, and it was Dani's job to stop them. She stalked the night looking for gang leaders to take out, or even just small thugs who could hopefully one day lead her to her father. Dani had taken out some big names, Cockroach Hamilton, Nightshade and Stiletto. Their gangs soon crumbled without good leadership. But she was more worried about the future. Something big was going down, she could feel it. The war for New York had gone underground, making it harder to track the big players. But today Dani had got a tip of the whereabouts of one of these big players, Constrictor.
The day was bright for that of New York. The sun kept creeping out from behind the clouds to brighten then dull streets of Harlem. That's where Dani had here tip about Constrictor. A group of high rising flats surrounded a courtyard in east Harlem. The flats must've been at least 15 stories high, and Dani was perched on the edge of one of them, looking into the eighth floor of the flat opposite hoping to catch a glimpse of Constrictor. Suddenly movement flashed across the window. A tall man with a blonde flat top walked up to the window to wash up some dishes. He looked out across the courtyard and almost instantly made direct eye contact with Dani. A wave of terror rippled across his face as he turned to run. Dani knew this was her only opportunity. She leapt across the courtyard like a panther and flew straight through the Constrictor's window. He was already at the other side of the room trying to unlock his door. But I wouldn't budge; obviously he was in too much panic to open the door properly. "I don't want to have to hurt you Constrictor, come quietly without any trouble and you'll get it much easier." He turned, a big smile on his face, which made a change from his scared face from earlier. "Oh I'm not afraid of you, actually I'm more afraid for you. My sponsors gave me a fail safe in case you or any of l the other freaks running round tried to make us talk." He turned revealing he had a small metal pin in his palm. His clenched his fist. "Enjoy" For a second nothing happened, then a deafening BOOM erupted from the other side of the courtyard. The building that Dani had only just been perched on was consumed in a bright light. The building then slowly started to crumble as if it were being eaten from the inside. "You now have a choice, stop me or save all the innocent lives in that building." He smiles, finally clicking open the door and running down the hallway. Dani knew she had to stop him, but those are innocent people in there. She turned and jumped out of the window she'd broken through earlier, landing on the courtyard with a thud. Dani then charged into the building opposite her and within seconds was consumed by smoke and flames. This was the life she had now chosen, a life of Justice. The life of being a Hero.
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Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico - Panteón de Belén
Little Ignacio was afraid of the dark and enclosed spaced from the time he was born. His fear was so great that he cried continuously unless surrounded by lit candles and the window were left open. Even a visit to the curandero did not alleviate the fear. One evening when Nachito was one year old, his parents went out. When they got home, they discovered the wind had blown out the candles and their son had died of fright.
The grieving parents had him buried in Panteon de Belen cemetery, but the following morning, the caretaker the coffin resting on the concrete slab of the tomb. It was assumed to be the work of grave robbers and the coffin was re-buried, but was again found above ground the following morning. This went on for ten days. At their wits end, the caretakers finally notified the parents of the strange problem. The parents realized their son was still afraid and had an above ground cascet built for their son. Originally torches burned on the four corners of the tomb, but apparently the ghost of Little Nacho has gotten used to the dark as the tomb is no longer lit.
Visitors continue to leave toys at the tomb to ease Ignacio’s spirit (and some say to receive good luck).
June 7th 2013 was a day photography changed for me. That was the day I got my X100S. I had wanted a small camera to free me from the burden of lugging around my 5D and assorted lenses. As much as I loved my 5D and 24-70 the pleasure of taking it everywhere had faded. I decided to give the Sony RX100 a shot and I really loved it....but it was expensive and I was afraid I would drop it. I was intrigued with the X100, but not all the shortcomings I had read about. Focus was the biggest problem. The X100S seemed to have fixed the focus issue and people were raving about it, so I tool a leap of faith and ordered one. I immediately fell in love with this camera. I had a camera that could go with me everywhere, and it did. I have documented so much with this camera. I captured the everyday happenings of my kids. This camera has been to New York six times. I have photographed images that have been published in an annual report with this camera. I love taking hand held panoramas with this camera. The one thing that this camera changed the most was my shooting style. I started to shoot more street type photography, as well as things I previously did not shoot. I realized 35MM focal length is my favorite focal length and all I really needed in terms of my personal photography is the X100S. When the X-T1 was announced I was sold. I sold all my Canon L glass and purchased the X-T1 and an assortment of lenses. I decided to sell my X100S in order to buy an X100T. I am sure the new owner of my X100S will get as much enjoyment from this camera as I did. So long my little red friend! We had a great two year run....I am going to miss you!
in general, i only go forward.
running speed.
i wanna move.
m o v e
yesterday i realised i had to move on in my photography journey. do other things. try other techniques.
sometimes i'm afraid of stupid changes.
i was afraid of changing from the gimp to photoshop and lightroom. since yesterday, i forced myself to learn both of them. (had pain in my neck last night from spending too much time, eyes too close to my screen, at this bloody computer).
i was afraid (and still am) of taking self portraits in public places. in the past, i stayed in the comfort zone and just explored abandoned sceneries, and lonely places in nature (which i actually love so much). this tunnel was a step away from the agorafobiaphotographia. cyclists and strange pedestrians staring at strange me-dressed-up-like-i-was-going-to-a-party. i made my own "he is gonna murder me"-stories in my stupid head.
i just really do feel like i'm a weirdo doing these kind of things. especially at a place like this.
so..
..suggestions are welcome.
about the 365. i continue. at my own speed. i only take pictures if i really want to take pictures, which will be a couple of times a week. like today, after my running training, i'm just too lame to grab my cam and to make something cool...
Why not tell a story to your children this weekend...
The Orphan Boy and His Dog
Story adapted from a T'boli tale by Laura Simms
This tale was gathered originally by three T'Boli Scholars: Faw-Wanan, Waning Negwan, and Gadu Udal. The tales were collected and written down in 1973 and later translated into English. (The T'boli live on the southern part of the island of Mindanoa in the Philippines. They are Malay in complexion and gather in seven villages around Lake Sebu. The datu is the head man in charge of village affairs. Until recently, they have had little contact with the modern world, but are known for their sophisticated weaving and their epic literature. Laura Simms visited the T'Boli in autumn 1996. The manuscript from which this story is adapted was given to Laura by anthropologist Helen Alegado in Davoa City, Mindanoa.)
There was an orphan boy who was unhappy. His only companion was a little dog. He lived with his aunt and uncle who mistreated him. They beat the child, gave him only leftovers to eat, and rags instead of clothes. The poor child worked all day and slept in the ashes by the fire at night.
The orphan boy did whatever he was told. He worked hard and never complained. If he disobeyed he was burned or beaten, and the little dog was beaten as well. Everyone in the village made fun of the child, "He is lazy and stupid." The other children avoided him calling out, "He is an ugly child who has no clothes."
One morning, the boy was sent to fetch water. The puppy followed behind him. When they got to the well, the dog began to bark. A tiny old man stood near the cliff. His white beard hung to the earth. The child was frightened, but the puppy began to yelp and ran toward the little man.
The little man said, "Do not be afraid of me. I have something to tell you." The boy walked toward the man as if he was under a spell.
"I have seen how much you suffer," said the little man, "You and your puppy must follow me." They followed the man to the foot of a tree.
"I do not see anything," remarked the boy.
The man said, "Your eyes are blurred." He gave the boy and the dog medicine with which they washed their eyes.
Then the little man said, "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them." The boy was afraid. He heard the man unsheathe his bolo (sword). The child trembled, afraid to move. But he could not stand his fear and opened his eyes. He saw a huge snake moving toward him. He screamed, "I am going to die."
He heard a strange voice, like the buzz of a mosquito, "If you obey me you will have good fortune. But if you keep your eyes open, you will have bad fortune. Do not be afraid of the snake." The boy closed his eyes.
All of a sudden, he heard his puppy wail. Then someone tapped him on the forehead saying, "open your eyes." When he opened his eyes he saw a large dog standing before him. When he looked at himself he was dressed in sparkling clothes. His scars and dirt were gone. He was standing next to a house with glass walls.
The man spoke, "You are away from your village and you are away from danger. In my house there are many treasures. But, you can not eat any food in my world because you will not be able to return home. My family is away for four days. You must return home and then come back here to meet them. Your people have been very cruel to you, but one day they will honor you."
The old man gave the boy and the dog some special medicine so they could return to the glass house when they needed to return, then he turned them into their former selves, and turned himself back into a little old man.
The orphan was standing beside the well. He heard his aunt calling angrily for him, "What takes you so long to draw water?"
The orphan boy ran with the water. The little dog ran behind him. At home, his aunt beat him and the dog with a bamboo stick and pushed them into the garbage.
At that time, in the house where the boy was living, there was to be a great wedding feast. The three sons of the datu were to marry three princesses.
The orphan boy was given three times as many chores to do in preparation for the wedding. The three sons were not present because they were looking for the many gifts that the girls asked for their dowries: tedyung (black cloth to make skirts), kamagi (gold for jewelry), fanid ndol (the woven cloth called tinaluk), kfilan (special swords), ulew ndol (red turbans) and brass musical instruments.
The three daughters arrived and waited.
The orphan and the puppy left the kitchen to watch the celebrations. But the people called out, "Drive that ugly filthy child and his hideous dog away. They will bring bad luck. They are a source of embarrassment." The aunt mercilessly beat the boy and the puppy and then forced them to work again. No one took pity on the child.
The child and the dog ran as fast as they could to the well. They covered themselves with the medicine the old man had given them and passed through to the other world. The man welcomed them. He introduced the boy to his wife and two children. The man's wife was a beautiful. Her hair was coiled on the top of her head as elegantly as a finely woven basket. If she was to let down her hair it would reach her feet. She said, "Stay with us until the feast is over. You have suffered enough."
The orphan boy was given food to eat. The big dog was also given food. The man gave the boy two charms: one for good luck and one for bad luck. He said, "Use the good charm tonight at midnight. The youngest princess will see who you are. But, be careful not to confuse the two charms."
Then the boy and the puppy returned as they were before. When they reached the house they were beaten again, because they had been gone so long.
All evening and all night the boy tended the fire and stirred the rice. Eventually, everyone went to sleep. Only the youngest princess could not sleep because she did not want to marry one of the three datus. As the orphan was stirring the rice he thought, "The three datus think that they are the most powerful leaders. But they do not realize that I, whom they despise, will be the most powerful datu."
At midnight, he carefully chose the good luck charm and rubbed it on himself. The fireplace instantly turned into a well-woven mat. The bamboo frame of the stove became two pillows. The fire turned into a lamp and the stones on which he slept became valuable gongs. Everything in the kitchen became a priceless treasure of this world, and theorphan boy became a handsome young man and the dog became ferocious.
The youngest princess went into the kitchen. To her amazement she saw the young man and his place of treasures. She saw his beauty and the power of the dog. She knew it was not a dream. She awoke her mother, but when the old woman went to look, she saw only the filthy orphan boy and his ragged dog.
The youngest princess returned to her bed. She fell asleep and dreamed. The little old man came to her dream and said, "When you must choose a young man tomorrow, choose the orphan boy. You will live in a house of glass and mirrors and be surrounded by treasures. He will be kind and loving. The orphan boy will be the strongest datu." She awoke to the sound of bells and gongs. The wedding ceremonies were beginning.
Each of the young men was seated under nets. Behind the men were rows of horses, cows, water buffalo, sheep and goats. This was the dowry to be given to the fathers of the brides.
As the sun rose, each of the girls was to sit beside their chosen husband under the mosquito net. But the youngest princess had made a form from a pillow the size of a girl and she placed that beneath the net beside the youngest datu. When it was discovered, her father yelled at her. "You must go and choose your husband."
The youngest princess started running. She ran near to the datu, but instead of sitting down beside him, she ran all the way to the orphan boy and sat beside him near the fire. Her father tried to pull her away. She cried out, "If you pull me away or harm the orphan, I will die with him."
The youngest datu was enraged. He lifted up his sword and went to kill the orphan and the princess. But, the orphan took out his good luck charm. He rubbed it on himself and on the dog. He shed his ugly skin and stood up a powerful and handsome young man. The dog grew ten times its size and pounced on the datu's son. Everything in the kitchen turned to treasures.
The people who saw what had happened fell to their knees. The aunt, who had been so cruel, ran to the boy, and put her head by his feet. But, the dog intercepted and bit her hands.
The orphan boy married the princess, and from that day onwards he became the most powerful datu. They lived in that village for a long time.
Then, one morning, all the people saw a flash of lightening. Suddenly, the little old man appeared. His white beard hung down to the earth. When the sky cleared, the boy, the princess, the old man and the dog were gone. They all lived happily in the other world in the house of treasures.
Sometimes.... the disturbing things that you are always afraid that you might find in abandoned places become .... well, the disturbing things that you are afraid you might find in abandoned places... (and I am not talking about Mr and Mrs Black Vulture. They, as I have mentioned before, are charming!) But anyway... disturbing things in places where you are not supposed to be.... and the person that you need to help you is an hour and a half away, because it’s a holiday... and I am sure it would have been one heck of a story had that person been home. And I mean... like a story for the ages. But instead, it became me, alone, finding things that didn’t seem quite right, so not right that I couldn’t even take pictures... and yet, still venturing father on down the road, on foot, (cue the scary music and screams of NO! GO BACK TO YOUR CAR!!) ... and something about cages and goats, lots of cages....mostly empty...except for the 2 goats ... and a goat skull....and trailers... full of ?!! ... oh God!!! And I call my friend.... and she says... well, you took the goats, right?!! TOOK THE GOATS?!! Where was I going to take the goats.... like put them in my car and drive away? (and she probably would have) No, I went to find the police, and since I hate to make phone calls... I mean .... I went to FIND the police, and I didn’t know where the police station was, but I found two policeman pulled over by the side of the road, so I pulled over too.... and approached the handsome young police man with my story.... “so, there’s this abandoned farm, and I know I shouldn’t have been there.... but there’s these goats....”
Handsome young police officer tells me that it is not his jurisdiction, so I should call another town and I can google the number. Big help. Meanwhile, the other police office follows me. And then I guess he didn’t want me to know he was following me, so he pulls into a parking lot, and I keep going, and then I pull over to look up the number of the other police department, and the police car is back on the road and he passes me. I find out that the other police department is not manned 24 hours a day, so I go back to the farm, where the first police car has also gone and I pull into the church parking lot... and I am joined by a police officer from the town that they told me to call... and I tell him my story... about the goats... and the goat skull and the empty cages.... and he takes my name and number (that can’t be good, right?) And then the State Park Police come too and I waited for awhile, and I really wanted to go back down that road to the farm and find out what was happening, but since I was by myself, I decided not to, because I really didn’t want them asking me why I was there in the first place. But I kind of wanted to know what was going on.... and I wanted to make sure that the policemen all came back out of there.... because when I called my friend.... and I told her about the trailers... she asked me... what do you think was in them. She knew what my answer was going to be... and she was thinking the same thing.... that they were full of “Walkers”! Yeah, I didn’t mention that to the police officers. It was bad enough that I brought up the goat skull ... I really wasn’t up to being admitted for a psychiatric consult. So, I don’t know the end of the story. I’m not even sure that I want to know. I ‘m pretty sure I won’t sleep tonight. And I know that I either caused a lot of trouble for someone.... or I saved the lives of a couple of thirsty goats or both.
You can fill in the blanks.... go ahead.... write your own ending! I might be forced to make phone calls tomorrow.... unless they call me first.
(and Katie asks me if I am coming over to watch the Walking Dead tonight... and I say yes.... and I have stories... and she asks.... the stories don't involve police or ambulances, do they? As a matter of fact, police... yes.... from 2 towns and the State Park Police. Oh God..... she groans.... hey! It's all good... at least ...so far....
a (now long since gone) banksy from tottenham court road.
it's digital i'm afraid. sorry! ijust found it lurking in my archives and liked it.
Melania and her brother are very afraid of a ginger tom cat.
Here on the old brick wall between my neighbour and us she feels safe,can catch some insects,jump from there in the gutter and bring us a serenade at our bedrooms.
deathly. of what lurks behind the shadows of what I cannot see.
Light painting is one thing I really enjoy, but seldom do I do it because I let this fear get to me
10/52
I know this is plain right cheating, but it's the only way I can continue... I will continue to cheat :D
and flickr sharpening is terrible..
facing is life tunnel
not sure in heart
moment now is terrible
belief tomorrow is better
not afraid walk down
Seoul, South Korea
Yesterday 15th October 2008, Dow Jones Industrial reached at 8,577.91down 733.08 points (-7.87%), had its worst day since the 1987 stock market crash, as bleak economic data fed worries that all the efforts to unlock credit markets may not stave off a severe recession.
And I just can't keep living this way
So starting today
I'm breaking out of this cage
I'm standing up, I'mma face my demons
I'm manning up, I'mma hold my ground
I've had enough, now I'm so fed up
Time to put my life back together right now
Still in debates on whether or not I like Nem's new wig... The length is gorgeous, but the parting on top shows so much wig cap, I'm afraid it will bother me so much in the long run :(
Dressed in black, no turning back
We blanked out on the Great White Way
Fingers in desire's crack
We'd bridge and tunnel into day
Abandoned to the salt of skin
Abandoned to the highway
Sand running in the hourglass
Heat of leather and mirages
Nevada's burnin'
Phoenix rising
Drivin' on
Into sunrise
Dayglo Jesus on the dash
Scorch marks on the road ahead
Friendly fire in hostile waters
Keep the faith, don't lose your head
Don't lose your head
So how do we now come to be
Afraid of Sunlight
So how do we now come to be
Afraid
Afraid of Sunlight
The only sight more pathetic than a discarded teddy bear on the side of a freeway is a 53-year-old grampa on the side of the freeway, taking the bear's picture. The bear is now safe and sound, in case you were wondering; he won't get to spend the year out on The Isle of Misfit Toys.
I made it out alive, as well.
I just noticed that he looks kinda like the Hobbits, right after they destroy that ring.