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across Columbia River from Vantage
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Lately I have been printing out little calling cards that I hand to people when I take their photo and I think it might have turned out nice. Also seems to diffuse some tense situations (why did you take my picture?!).
I decided to try this last night and it worked great. May do my next ones with my Mamiya, that 6cm x 4.5cm neg would make my address much easier to read!
**Send me a message if you are interested in having some of these made for you**
Nikon FM2
Nikon 50mm 1.8/f
Arista Premium 400
Rodinal 1+50, 12 minutes
hietzing calling 2010
Reigen
Vienna, 2010
(c) by Benjamin Gallé
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Boston Calling Day Two: Robyn, Odeza, Miike Snow, City and Colour, Courtney Barnett, Børns, The Vaccines, Battles, Lizzo, Palehound. Photos © 2016 by Andy Moran.
A Seattle Design Nerds installation for the Opening Celebration of "Design with the 90%" at the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation Discovery Center. Calling Home is an 'empathy engine' disguised as a data visualization exercise, participants answer questions about their own housing situation while learning about what persons experiencing homlessness in King County go through.
Before I took the weekend off and Monday, my rain lilies were calling for rain and it came. I'm thinking that if everyone will plant a few rain lilies in their yard this drought we're living with might go away!
So who loves this new interface on flickr? I think it's gorgeous and user friendly. And you? Seems to me that it presents our work at its best!
Annenberg Center, University of Pennsylvania.
This thing looks like it was designed in the '60s, with no regard for a place to put my MacBook Pro. Other than that, it was cool.
It also had a loose metal plate in the area where my legs would go, that was way too close to my feet. Every time I would let my legs hang out straight down my toes would kick it (invariably at a quiet moment in the show).
There was a crazy old headset panel on the left, with a giant switch to turn the mic on and off, but they didn't let me use it. Maybe it doesn't work anymore, or maybe they just bypassed it because most stage managers are bothered or confused by it.
I have covered before how I believe the ideal calling desk should look like it's capable of launching missiles. And looks are very little of it -- you have to actually get to press the buttons and toggle switches in the course of your job. A boring ClearCom pack does not convey the same authority. Plus it was in the way of my arm when typing. I would have been happy to learn whatever quirks that panel had, for the joy of getting to play with it.
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Name: Kala Len
Age:19
Occupation: Experimental Female
" What if you awoke to a world a new, you felt oddly strange amoungest those whom you've come to call family, what if the world seemed different through your eyes "
In a life ruled by science, society simply lives on, continueing life as if nothing were happening. However, hidden behind such clouded eyes many experiments are held upon those lost within time it's self. Bodies which once pronounced dead recive life through simple experimental activties. Lost childern believe thewy had now found hope instead recive punishment upon their bodies. Young Kala, had been such a child, born into a world of pure science, giving life by test tubes and enabled to become something more. Bred along with many other young seedlings, she became the first female to uphold the long process and live. No womb could hold such a creature of her status, a simple class shield proctected herself and those whom she called parents. Years upon years developing her specific gene finally had come to end as she reached a certain age to be awakened. Her abillties were unlike those of any ordairy human being, she held a single heart but blood as thick as siment ran through veins of dark blues. Hair of black, curveing with white stranned along her head as flesh softly toned her well developed skeleton.
Kala had become what Perfection was unable to explain. A geneticly enhanced human female now packed with hormones was born. Kala held no weakness but strength towards the element water. Kala adored the water, it was her calling, she held the ocean within her perls, such a color rare upon a young female like herself. All elments such as fire, wind or even the earth herself could not weaken her, but in ways strengthen her own capeblities.
Through the years of experiments she begun to realize something was off in this world, she desired to be outside. But like many, such desires were not taken seriously. She was placed under heavy watch within her own chambers, giving a special room of her own to live within, unless under going simple tests. She grew, and with it so did her body. Chest expanded, as her womb increased in activities. Kala was indeed an experimental discovery, she was what humanity was to become, a mother to all....But this was not were her own story would end, but only simply begin.
found in the discard pile of my archives (because of the motion blur) but decided i kind of like it - not sure what kind of toad this is?
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With the breakdown of the family unit, the traditional centre of human happiness, economics and individualism have been elevated to Godly status.
Indeed, in today’s fanatical race to earn money and prestige, having a job isn’t enough, and neither is having a career.
Your work has to be your whole reason for existence, your “calling.”
And if before you die you can “leave some tracks in the sand,” something future generations will acknowledge as having made an impact on the world, then you can apparently consider your life a success.
In this conception, acting according to our natural passions is the way forward.
If you’re creative, produce some unique artistry.
If business is your thing, come up with a successful product or service.
If you’re into politics, lead with gusto.
And if intellectualism floats your boat, add at least one new important discovery to the world of science and academia.
Unfortunately, what isn’t considered here is that as the waves of time wash in, the tracks we leave in the sand disappear.
Bhakti wisdom points out that the greatest oversight of modern humanity is to consider this life the all and all, that we have just “one life, one body, one opportunity.”
Buying into this idea we put so much pressure on our selves to “leave some tracks in the sand” that we are far too busy to consider that not only are our achievements short lived, but that our time in this human body maybe meant for a much greater purpose.
I’ll leave you to ponder this vital point through the lens of revolutionary wisdom text Srimad Bhagavatam,
“life’s desires should never be directed towards the temporary. One should simply aspire for a healthy life of self preservation, because the human being is meant for inquiry about ultimate meaning and purpose. Nothing else should be the goal of one’s work.”