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Hot chocolate, library book, cameras (Nikon FM2 in the photo, Rolleiflex taking the photo). What more do you need for a trip to the woods?
(True story- On one camping trip I forgot to pack the tent!)
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⤹ Blog Credits.
✦ ┆ 1990 → Camo Bae Set.
✦ ┆ BLACK LOTUS→ Noah Rings.
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It's raining out, so playing with lighting and texture today.
Canon EOS R6 with Super Takumar 50mm f1.4
New Royal Adelaide Hospital - the walker is a lifeline for so many. Silver Efex Pro: Ilford Delta 100 Pro and blue (80%) filter
Essential Space.
الإيماءات المتتالية السندرات البعيدة محفورة الاختلافات الذكريات العاطفية المدروسة وظائف حالمة تجسيدات خاصة مأوى,
expériences uniques philosophie intimité valeurs fidèle serviteur solitude psychologique stabilisée surprises tâches mineures libertés éblouissante vie créative questions inattendues réalité perceptible discussions intelligentes,
amcanestyniadau tu allan i ofod y bydysawd sy'n diffinio dadleuon dydd ymwthiadau ymchwil seicig ystafelloedd ymlid disgrifiadau anymwybodol,
Adicitur principia componentia accipi debebit explorare fortis publica temporum particulis rerum praedicere consequatur interferences,
afundando terra ar básico átomos contínuos explicando moléculas poderosas natureza maiores energias propondo aceleradores antimatéria física,
核力限定統一粒子誇張ガス電磁質量十分な遷移自発的チャンス統一陽子含意太陽が空の最終原理を発見重力による引力最終原則重力プル.
Steve.D.Hammond.
A street cleaner working in London's deserted financial district during the third national lockdown, 9 March 2021
Hi friends,
I have been on a journey, but not a photographic one. About two weeks ago I had successful open heart surgery to replace a heart valve. I am now biomechanical.
The surgery date was planned. A decision arose – if you knew this image might be the last you share with the living world, what image would you chose?
Why would it even matter though, right? As I sat on my recovery bed in the hospital, reading the book “Essentialism”, I came to the same conclusion I did pre-surgery – photography is one of those few essentials to me, and interacting with my close photographic friends is an important part of that.
I am on the other side now. Under quiet conditions, I can hear my heartbeat through the clicking of my mechanical valve, a reminder of my finite existence. My desire to create is as strong as ever, and I thank you for our journey together.
KD
"Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for."
- Joseph Addison
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Thanks a lot for visits and comments, everyone... Enjoy your Sunday...!
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Overnight travel bag:
A.P.C. Petit Standard jeans,
Generic Man, Wingman shoes,
Slim wool jacket from seoul,
Blue socks,
Vintage navy knit tie with narrow clip,
Vintage sunglasses,
Canon AE-1 (photo taken with my other ae-1)
american apparel Fingerless gloves,
Lova oxford shirt.
Canon AE-1
FD 50mm f1.8 S.C
Kodak Portra 400
(enhanced scan from northcoastphoto.com - Noritsu scan)
The essential joy of being with horses is that it brings us in contact with the rare elements of grace, beauty, spirit, and fire.
~ Sharon Ralls Lemon ~
Een foto van enkele jaren geleden, Hanswijkprocessie in Mechelen in 2011
Flower Patch Cottages
In frames as large as rooms that face all ways
And block the ends of streets with giant loaves,
Screen graves with custard, cover slums with praise
Of motor-oil and cuts of salmon, shine
Perpetually these sharply-pictured groves
Of how life should be. High above the gutter
A silver knife sinks into golden butter,
A glass of milk stands in a meadow, and
Well-balanced families, in fine
Midsummer weather, owe their smiles, their cars,
Even their youth, to that small cube each hand
Stretches towards. These, and the deep armchairs
Aligned to cups at bedtime, radiant bars
(Gas or electric), quarter-profile cats
By slippers on warm mats,
Reflect none of the rained-on streets and squares
They dominate outdoors. Rather, they rise
Serenely to proclaim pure crust, pure foam,
Pure coldness to our live imperfect eyes
That stare beyond this world, where nothing's made
As new or washed quite clean, seeking the home
All such inhabit. There, dark raftered pubs
Are filled with white-clothed ones from tennis-clubs,
And the boy puking his heart out in the Gents
Just missed them, as the pensioner paid
A halfpenny more for Granny Graveclothes' Tea
To taste old age, and dying smokers sense
Walking towards them through some dappled park
As if on water that unfocused she
No match lit up, nor drag ever brought near,
Who now stands newly clear,
Smiling, and recognising, and going dark.
Philip Larkin.