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I pounder photo projects for the upcoming year and decide to not do one, but rather let things flow and see what I might learn about my life.
"We are making photographs to understand what our lives mean to us.”
– Ralph Hattersley
Yes, I know. Yet another photo of my Rolo. I've been too busy with work to get out and see the world... But I am thankful to be central to his.
I've been driving by this old abandoned house for years now and I always wanted to get inside for some pictures - the exterior looks so promising.
Our Daily Challenge for June 8th, 2011: Edge
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A girl in a moment minding her own business - a photographer making it his business to catch the moment
Model: Sam Rushovich
I've been really unhappy with my photos lately. I think a huge reason is because I've had my NikonD40 for so long now, I desperately need to venture into more advanced, better quality images...something I need a better camera for. It gets tiring having to CREATE depth of field in editing, when another camera can just do that for me (and so much better)...which would save me so much time in the editing process.
I tried something new though, and it surprisingly came out pretty well. This photo was taken yesterday, inspired by my lack of sleep from the previous night. I have a strong fear of paranormal activity. Growing up in an old house like mine and with a mom full of the scariest stories you'll ever hear, I'm scared at night! So usually when it turns 3AM, my mind plays some serious tricks on me and I imagine the worst. Oh, and yes, I'm up crazy hours all the time. I was actually up till then editing this photo. I admit, I have a little case of Pneumatiphobia. The faces on the wall started creeping me out after awhile, which is a good thing in my opinion...let me know what you think!
As the madness clears peace settles and all is well again, I find watching nature birds in particular have a calming effect on the mind bringing serenity as they gently swoop and glide effortlessly over land and sea showing not a care.
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“What is Creative Mondays?
Monday’s are always a drag. The start of a new week, you have to go back to that routine of going to bed early/get up early. If (like me) you have to commute then you prepare for that long journey into work and that long journey back for the first time after a nice two day break.
So to kick off those lousy Mondays, I’m going to get my creative mind flowing in a positive way. Creative Mondays. A chance for me to show off something unfinished or finished that I’ve been working on throughout the previous week.”
Every now and then I like to try and design something that involves a contemporary theme. There were a few underlying themes with this piece. I suppose the more cryptic being the NSA and the companies that it’s been working with to find out “information” about people and to a broader extent the increase in security cameras, mobile phone cameras and devices such as Google Glass. There is a sense that there’s a lot going on that we don’t know about (let’s not get too ‘Conspiracy Theorist’ at this time) and privacy seems to be something that is changing almost daily. Cameras are catching everything, more importantly WE are capturing everything and it will be interesting to see where this leads us in the future.
This piece was created entirely within Photoshop CS6 with a background stock image I used from the CGTextures site.
Telephone box- Praça da Liberdade, Porto. Taken using 50 year old Helios 44-2 lens which once belonged to my great grandfather.
sketching out some ideas and testing some shots for our January photo challenge theme - Heart of the City.
I may have accidentally stumbled on to their plans - let this be a warning :-)
I think these are Six Spot Burnet Moths, (Zygaena filipendulae), seen in the grasslands above Weybourne beach
I built this place to have somethin' to identify with, cause there's nothin' that I see in this society that I identify with or desire to emulate. Here I can be in my own world with my temples and designs and the spirit of God. I don't have nothin' against other people and their beliefs. I'm not askin' anybody to do my way or be my way. Although, when I'm dead and gone, they'll follow like night follows day.
St. EOM to his biographer, Tom Patterson, 1985
Eddie Owens Martin was born at the stroke of midnight July 4, 1908. His father was a Southwest Georgia dirt farmer, an uneducated sharecropper whose only apparent interest in his son was as a farm laborer who could toil without payment in producing the annual cotton crop. Eddie, however, was "different" from the other five children in the family. Secretly assisted by his mother, he learned to read. He soon contemplated an existence far beyond that of the backbreaking day labor in the fields of Marion County. At fourteen, following an incident during which his father cruelly killed a puppy that Eddie had received as a gift from a neighboring black family, he left home. After wandering around Georgia and Florida for several months as an itinerant fruit picker, young Eddie drifted north. He eventually found New York City, where he stayed until the mid-1950s.
In New York, Eddie Martin's creative individualism developed beyond that which could scarcely have been imagined by the young farm boy in Georgia. He quickly became a savvy street character in Greenwich Village. He connected with the city's provocative underground culture and the struggling artists, the musicians, the poets, the beggars and bums of lower Manhattan all became members of his newly found family. For more than thirty years he survived in New York, employing whatever means were necessary to get by. He often worked as a fortune teller in Manhattan tea rooms, and he prepared and sold meals of soul food to other displaced Southerners. The New York art scene fed his expanding flamboyant personality and fired his artistic spirit. All the while he was a habitual visitor to the city's museums, libraries, studios, and art galleries. He absorbed New York hip culture like a colorful sponge.
At a time in the late 1930s, during an extended and fever-ridden illness, Martin experienced the first of a series of phenomenal visions that would prompt and continue to drive his artistic efforts for the rest of his life. In the initial vision, he was confronted by a trio of extraordinarily tall personages who identified themselves as people of the future -- special envoys from a vaporous land called Pasaquan, a place where the past, the present, the future, and everything else all come together." He had been chosen by them, he later reported, to delineate an understanding of the peace and beauty that the future might hold for mankind, if mankind would take heed. On that day, Eddie Owens Martin of Marion County, Georgia, became St. EOM -- the one and only Pasaquoyan of the Twentieth Century.
The empowered visitors in his vision offered him extensive instructions on how to ritually prepare for the proper conduct of his personal daily existence. They revealed how he was to communicate with and receive cosmic instruction from the energies of the universe, and how to follow a course that would enable him to artfully render the futuristic world of Pasaquan in paint and pen, metal and concrete. The most compelling instruction that he received from them was this: To "return to Georgia and do something." That is precisely what he did, starting in 1957 -- for over thirty years until his untimely death in 1986.
The result is St. EOM's PASAQUAN.
Taken from the website www.pasaquan.com
In addition to the /FilmCast podcast, Adam and David write for slashfilm.com, and Adam runs alwayswatching.org
I was going to say, "stalker," because that is sort of how I felt. She wouldn't leave me alone. She was very cute, though, just a little needy.