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Daytime Dancers dream of better days. New days full of eager audiences waiting in breathless anticipation, the bleachers are always full. Popcorn and cotton candy in the bellies of happy children. But the arena is empty and the air is stifled with the thick blanket of indifference. The soil stained with the blood of old soldiers, ghosts of the soulless regime. Intoxicating viewpoints, seducing entire civilizations. Fallen Angels laughing at collective religious ignorance.Working, striving, accelerating, trying to keep up. Thank God for the fire, the warmness and contentment. Images of light coming to meet me. A happy reunion, a friend long lost, victims of bad timing. Lonely travels down the forlorn path Antecedents reminding me of how I could have done it better. For the only way out is up and the only way up is through the fire. Redwood trees and granite lead the way though it hardly seems real. Watching in hiding, listening to the maddening sound of their voices singing through the air, shrill and hollow. Singing a song about me. Dancing naked knee deep in my blood. Ruthless killers couldn’t do better this, though that is of little comfort now. Biting at the heels of contentment, Energy made manifest, seems like matter has betrayed universal law I’m not really sure what that means. Probably nothing of consequence. Generations lamentations, devastations, spasmodic earth ever changing, rearranging, decks of cards not in order. Chaotic scrimmages fighting against an invisible enemy steadily marching forward, never looking back. Steady streams of malcontent effortlessly winding down the forlorn path. Writhing under the pressure of time, withering bloody corpses of yesterday, today, tomorrow. Existence as we know it ceases without warning, followed by evolutions, revolutions, new species doomed to repeat our past.
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
Oh, what a bloody shame. Great hat, great expression, and the rest of the costume was lovely. But the wand bamboozled my camera's autofocus.
Which brings to mind one problem with this kind of photography: how much of a right to I have to "direct" the model?
My casual rule was simple: "Five seconds." Yes, they're happy to be photographed but I shouldn't lose sight of the fact that they're going to drop what they're doing to pose. It's important to be respectful.
Plus, although I tended to favor spots in the Javits where someone could step aside and not block traffic. Every extra second they stood there was another second where people couldn't pass. And it was also another second of opportunity some other person with a camera to stop for the same shot...before long, you've created a real headache for everybody who just wants to get from Point A to Point B (including the person who was kind enough to pose for you).
So: I gave myself five seconds before sending the person back on their way. With my camera in the "ready" position I could get off two shots.
It was tough to direct a certain pose or angle. "Could you flare your cape out a bit, please?" was within bounds. It's a lot harder to communicate "Pivot so that your torso is at a three-quarters angle to the camera. Try to keep your head off-axis but make sure your eyes are looking directly into the lens..." without feeling as though you're taking advantage of the poser's patience.
Es ist sehr gut denkbar, dass die Herrlichkeit des Lebens um jeden und immer in ihrer ganzen Fülle bereit liegt, aber verhängt, in der Tiefe, unsichtbar, sehr weit. Aber sie liegt dort, nicht feindselig, nicht widerwillig, nicht taub. Ruft man sie beim richtigen Wort, beim richtigen Namen, dann kommt sie. Das ist das Wesen der Zauberei, die nicht schafft, sondern ruft. (Franz Kafka, Tagebücher)
Das Zitat stammt aus dem abgebildeten Buch. Es ist ein Roman von Michael Kumpfmüller über Franz Kafkas letzte große Liebe.
Aufgenommen mit der Pentax K-01 und dem Aremac 2.8/35. ("aremac" rückwärts lesen :-)
Um rauszukriegen, an welches Gerät diese Linse angeschraubt werden soll, muss man nur "Aremac" von hinten lesen ... ;-)
Von dieser Sorte habe ich übrigens vier Stück.
Daytime Dancers dream of better days. New days full of eager audiences waiting in breathless anticipation, the bleachers are always full. Popcorn and cotton candy in the bellies of happy children. But the arena is empty and the air is stifled with the thick blanket of indifference. The soil stained with the blood of old soldiers, ghosts of the soulless regime. Intoxicating viewpoints, seducing entire civilizations. Fallen Angels laughing at collective religious ignorance.Working, striving, accelerating, trying to keep up. Thank God for the fire, the warmness and contentment. Images of light coming to meet me. A happy reunion, a friend long lost, victims of bad timing. Lonely travels down the forlorn path Antecedents reminding me of how I could have done it better. For the only way out is up and the only way up is through the fire. Redwood trees and granite lead the way though it hardly seems real. Watching in hiding, listening to the maddening sound of their voices singing through the air, shrill and hollow. Singing a song about me. Dancing naked knee deep in my blood. Ruthless killers couldn’t do better this, though that is of little comfort now. Biting at the heels of contentment, Energy made manifest, seems like matter has betrayed universal law I’m not really sure what that means. Probably nothing of consequence. Generations lamentations, devastations, spasmodic earth ever changing, rearranging, decks of cards not in order. Chaotic scrimmages fighting against an invisible enemy steadily marching forward, never looking back. Steady streams of malcontent effortlessly winding down the forlorn path. Writhing under the pressure of time, withering bloody corpses of yesterday, today, tomorrow. Existence as we know it ceases without warning, followed by evolutions, revolutions, new species doomed to repeat our past.
"Home is behind, the world ahead,
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadows to the edge of night,
Until the stars are all alight.
Then world behind and home ahead,
We’ll wander back and home to bed.
Mist and twilight, cloud and shade,
Away shall fade! Away shall fade!"
— J.R.R. Tolkien,
"The Fellowship of the Ring"
*** with aremaC: I used a Canon self shot (a few apps prior), and used the "speed of light," preset, as well as my own mask and painted away some of the effects. :)
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
Daytime Dancers dream of better days. New days full of eager audiences waiting in breathless anticipation, the bleachers are always full. Popcorn and cotton candy in the bellies of happy children. But the arena is empty and the air is stifled with the thick blanket of indifference. The soil stained with the blood of old soldiers, ghosts of the soulless regime. Intoxicating viewpoints, seducing entire civilizations. Fallen Angels laughing at collective religious ignorance.Working, striving, accelerating, trying to keep up. Thank God for the fire, the warmness and contentment. Images of light coming to meet me. A happy reunion, a friend long lost, victims of bad timing. Lonely travels down the forlorn path Antecedents reminding me of how I could have done it better. For the only way out is up and the only way up is through the fire. Redwood trees and granite lead the way though it hardly seems real. Watching in hiding, listening to the maddening sound of their voices singing through the air, shrill and hollow. Singing a song about me. Dancing naked knee deep in my blood. Ruthless killers couldn’t do better this, though that is of little comfort now. Biting at the heels of contentment, Energy made manifest, seems like matter has betrayed universal law I’m not really sure what that means. Probably nothing of consequence. Generations lamentations, devastations, spasmodic earth ever changing, rearranging, decks of cards not in order. Chaotic scrimmages fighting against an invisible enemy steadily marching forward, never looking back. Steady streams of malcontent effortlessly winding down the forlorn path. Writhing under the pressure of time, withering bloody corpses of yesterday, today, tomorrow. Existence as we know it ceases without warning, followed by evolutions, revolutions, new species doomed to repeat our past.
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
". . . if a pre ordained existence is reality, and common sense mathematics implies a strong possibility, then in a strange way, it supports the odds of an afterlife. After all, how could we be predestined without a grand intelligent plan that involved us personally. The possibility of a predestined—perhaps soul in waiting—tilts the scale of probability towards a life outside what we know."
- Steve Hartnett (Excerpt from his writings on, "Predestination")
*** aremaC: I just distorted the hell out of the filter, especially swirls, and then subtracted the distortion in the centre (this was part of a collage - a triptych, I believe...)!
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
My first pic using the app aremaC (Camera spelled backwards) and real time fx filter Scrappy on iPad 3.
Download the app here:
itunes.apple.com/us/app/aremac/id488626205?mt=8
Check out app review here:
www.addictivetips.com/mobile/aremac-is-the-most-comprehen....
". . . if a pre ordained existence is reality, and common sense mathematics implies a strong possibility, then in a strange way, it supports the odds of an afterlife. After all, how could we be predestined without a grand intelligent plan that involved us personally. The possibility of a predestined—perhaps soul in waiting—tilts the scale of probability towards a life outside what we know."
- Steve Hartnett (Excerpt from his writings on, "Predestination")
I wasn't to fond of this one and it's been sitting under the "private" option for a while now. . . But, what the hell, if they were all "favorites," then the word would lose it's meaning all together, right? :)
HERE IT IS:
The Mind Treads Through Strange Thinkings When You Have Nothing Left (that you care) To Lose:
For instance, what if there is some type of sacred, or divine, energy, that brings loss to us, so that this energy can effectively see through our ugly past and pain.., into the universal abundance of light and gain?
If we can fuse hydrogen into helium, why not?
We are made of the stars after all...
Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations...?
I already feel like an empty vessel.
I want so badly to fill it up
(.take.another.one.).
Despair, Terror, and those other undesirable Types have taken up too much space already.
It's time for this to start to stop.
Everything stops ... Eventually.
*I wrote this on 11-21-11 while waiting for the medical examiner to come and pronounce my dad's "official" TOD.
.****.
My father was only one man. A great man, yes, but I included a more intimate post today because of the thousands of lives taken from us 11 years ago today. I am only one person. We are only one family. The people of New York, the United States, and around the world, instantly lost so many.
I guess I'm saying.., this is my dedication to the victims, the heroes, the dead, the survivors, and all of us affected.
With love,
DAH.
1. Lonely Tree, 2. A boat in the sky, 3. Over the hills and far away, 4. Cross-Country, 5. Father and Son, 6. Deep Tracks, 7. Misty sunrise, 8. Forest View, 9. Shine a little light on me, 10. Anti-theft protected, 11. Brickstone Personalities, 12. Crossroad, 13. Warm and cold14. Not available15. Not available16. Not available
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