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Captured this moment on a street in Karachi, where this man was washing his clothes with dirty water of a puddle on the road. And still was happy about it.
(Picture posted under 'Humans of Karachi' bit.ly/2WjYvPx)
National Geographic: bit.ly/2B6RuIT
This is one of my favourite photos.
When I saw this moment, I felt deeply intrigued. I took a photo of it so I could ponder and understand this emotion. I couldn't. I remained baffled.
How can someone feel so genuinely happy with nothing?
In the years since I took this photo, I practically did a lot to figure out how to be unconditionally happy.
I did all that you're expected to do in your 20's; study, get your Bachelor's, get your Master's, find a nice girl, get a good job, make money, get a car, make your parents proud.
Accomplishing some of these excited me for a while, but it was just temporary joy; gratification tied to these things.
Rumi said, “When I run after what I think I want, my days are a furnace of stress and anxiety; if I sit in my own place of patience, what I need flows to me, and without pain. From this I understand that what I want also wants me, is looking for me and attracting me. There is a great secret here for anyone who can grasp it.”
I understood, after letting go and losing all that I got myself into — just to be more appeasing — that . . . you only find peace in your own place.
Then again, it could be cracks formed in drying mud. A simple subject, but the array of patterns is endless and (at least to me) quite interesting. I'll have a few more to show. This one has fractal character as well.
I took a short photo trip to the Badlands at the end of last week. The weather was not very cooperative - flat hazy skies one day, overcast the next, and heavy rain on the third - but we'll see what comes of it in a few days. I shot everything on film so, other than a few iPhone photos, there's no instant gratification for this trip. ;-)
My view when I woke up this morning. First took a shot on film but wanted to check the exposure and DOF with the digital camera, exposure was good but DOF was a bit wide for my liking, so I adjusted that and reshot. Now starts the wait for the roll to be full and some time in the dark room before I will see the results. There is something to be said for near instant gratification.
Book Cover for 1Q84 Book 3
My experience reading 1Q84 is somewhat between dosing off to sleep, delaying gratification and prolonged orgasm. This has a lot to do with the anticipation of new sensations from the story line and saving the best for last. Anyhow here's my way of achieving the highest reading pleasure, yet another book cover made, after book 1 and book 2.
Yup, the bottle in the foreground is a SIGG bottle, modified with a classic cap and wood-like sticker.
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Inspired by Svetlana's Pixelated Heart Pillow sotakhandmade.blogspot.com/2013/02/pixelated-heart-pillow...
One of the many hundred parish churches that are the glory of Suffolk, St. Lawrence, Gt. Waldingfield is located between Sudbury and Lavenham.
My story here was that I had just completed the purchase of my London apartment (which became home for the next 33 years) and it had been a very protracted and exhausting process. I needed some instant gratification to vent off months of stress, so I hired a car for the Saturday (a red Ford Fiesta, I remember) and escaped to the tranquil Essex and Suffolk countryside for a bit of church-bashing. Armed with an AA Road Atlas and the Shell County Guide for Suffolk, I set off on my quest - a beautiful day as winter transitioned into spring, with a very soft light.
I have just unearthed some of my pix from that very fulfilling day, but I could not recall the identity of this church. I was rescued by Simon Knott, creator of the marvellous Suffolk Churches website (www.suffolkchurches.co.uk). Simon promptly answered my email appeal for help. He has posted many of his East Anglian church photos on Flickr - I commend his photostream too.
March 1983
Yashica FR-1 camera
Agfa CT18 film.
Phone (gone)
ADOX MCP 312 B/W RC paper, variable contrast, matte - used as paper negative.
Exposure: 85 seconds
Shot with custom large format pinhole camera designed and built in collaboration with talented and gifted master camera maker Kurt Mottweiler.
Hefei, Anhui, April 2010
Fuji GA645zi, Ektacolor 160
I'm going through a rough patch in my ongoing love affair with photography. In my own photos I've become all too aware of their limitations, tired of a formulaic approach. I'm also increasingly failing to be inspired by the photography of others, far too many people relying on their various formulas and creative crutches, be they retro nostalgia, exoticism, arti-ness, software virtuosity, titillation, expensive equipment, journalistic convention or gallery-sales technique, etc etc. Four years of intense co-habitation with the medium, and I think I see through all of that now, or most of it. Stripped bare, there's often little to hold my interest. Far too much artifice, too much contrivance, too little authenticity, too much propaganda, be it political propaganda, commercial propaganda, journalistic integrity propaganda, good times propaganda, art-scene-self-gratification propaganda, the propaganda of photography itself, some kind of service in the name of some other larger cause, rather than photos which stand as independent entities. It's all mostly garbage, digital landfill. And this goes for prize-winning establishment "elite" and their various hangers-on, as much as it does for the "cross-section of life" on Flickr. What exactly is this monster we are building ? Delete your Flickr account. Throw away your prime lenses. I'm seeing now that photographs perform the same trick as organised religion; their only achievment is to generate some kind of vaguely tangible trace that people can believe in, either brutally or subtly depending on the viewer's tastes, but stripped bare, actually there's nothing there, its just us, wanting there to be something, and dressing these urges up in whatever clothes we see fit. For those who approached photogrpahy from an academic or indeed armchair standpoint, all this might seem self-evident, but for those like me who became enveloped in a photography, allowed its whims for a time to take over our very own nervous systems, it comes as more of a surprise. Could I in fact just let the rest of humanity busy themselves projecting their god-desiring urges onto other people's photographs while I ignore the whole lot, just as I ignore religion. I may in time devote my time and energy to something else altogether. In the meantime I'm increasingly find myself drawn to taking nihilistic photos of nothing, because really, that's all there is in any photo. The rest, the cameras, the film, the accessories, the camera industry, the right-place-right-time context, the academic analysis, the festivals, the histories, the greats behind the camera and celebrities in front of it, the magazines and teach-yourself manuals, the self-promotion, the self-referencing, the cheesy smiles, the v-signs, the reasuring click of a firm shutter, comments, faves, it's all just baggage, a circus. This accumulation of "photographic culture", this sprawling unstoppable megalopolis called "Photo City", has reached such an extent that it obscures us from seeing what a photograph actually is, or isn't. Photography vs The Photo. I'm sure disillusioned economists and priests have had their "Finance vs Money" or "Religion vs God" moments. Today it's my turn, I want to put the whole lot through the shredder.
I was trying to get some 'window hanging' stills for my group and also personal gratification, if I'm honest. The constant changing of the light amongst trees was very awkward, plus my eyes were streaming from the light and wind! I tried to press the spot focus button and pressed the video function by mistake! I kept it as an example of the difficulties in window hanging photography through forestry! A short video, but hopefully educational!
They have done it. They have got me hooked on film. I love how patient film photographers have to be. There is never instant gratification. I feel like these pictures describe what kind of pictures my parents take. My mom- bright, in the moment she is in, and real. My dad- moody, different and at the exact moment he wants.
The Portland Building* after remodel
Portland, OR
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Single multi-pinhole (3) exposure: 81 seconds
* Designed by Michael Graves. Built in 1982. It became an icon of postmodern architecture style. In May 1983, the building won an American Institute of Architects honor award. In October 2009, Travel + Leisure magazine called the Portland Building "one of the most hated buildings in America".
Ikebana for the masses, a piece of driftwood and a couple of dried up weeds! Near instant gratification!
This was my first attempt in figuring out how to solarise Polaroid Type 55 in the studio.
I think it needs exposure to light longer... time to get back to working!
I used a 4x5 camera with expired Polaroid Type 55 film.
Shot on cheap Fuji ISO 200 film with a Nikon N65 35mm (awaiting the arrival of an N80 35mm) and a Nikon 50mm 1.8.
I've gotten back to shooting on film of late. And am enjoying it. Once accustomed to the instant gratification of digital over the past year, it's difficult not knowing if you got the shot or exposure quite right. And there are always pictures in a roll that turn out like crap despite your confident anticipation while being developed. But I've enjoyed the "regression" ;)
My local drugstore no longer burns the pics to CD so this was scanned (poorly) with an HP officejet all-in-one flatbed scanner/printer by me. I cleaned up a some scratches, adjusted colors a bit and cropped some in Aperture.
The arcade was built to the order of Lord George Cavendish, younger brother of the 5th Duke of Devonshire, who had inherited the adjacent Burlington House, on what had been the side garden of the house and was reputedly to prevent passers-by throwing oyster shells and other rubbish over the wall of his home. His architect was Samuel Ware. The Arcade opened on 20 March 1819.[2] It consisted of a single straight top-lit walkway lined with seventy-two small two storey units. Some of the units have now been combined, reducing the number of shops to around forty. The ponderous Piccadilly façade in a late version of Victorian Mannerism was added in the early 20th century.
The Burlington Arcade is a covered shopping arcade in London, that runs behind Bond Street from Piccadilly through to Burlington Gardens. It is one of the precursors of the mid-19th-century European shopping gallery and the modern shopping centre. The Burlington Arcade was built "for the sale of jewellery and fancy articles of fashionable demand, for the gratification of the public". It was one of the London's earliest arcades, built at a time when the arcade was a new form of retail shopping designed to serve the growing middle classes
The pedestrian arcade, with smart uniform shop fronts under a glazed roof, has always been an upmarket retail location. It is patrolled by Burlington Arcade beadles in traditional uniforms including top hats and frockcoats. The original beadles were all former members of Lord George Cavendish's regiment, the 10th Hussars. Present tenants include a range of clothing, footwear and accessory shops, art and antique dealers and the jewellers and dealers in antique silver for which the Arcade is best known.
The Burlington Arcade was one of London's earliest covered shopping arcades. It was one of a number of examples of arcades that were being constructed across Western Europe in the late 18th-century and early 19th-century in what became known as the l’Ère des passages couverts (the Arcade Era).[3] Other examples of grand shopping arcades include: Palais Royal in Paris (opened in 1784); Passage de Feydeau in Paris (opened in 1791) and Milan's Galleria Vittorio Emanuele (1878). [4] The Burlington Arcade was the successful prototype for larger glazed shopping arcades, beginning with the Saint-Hubert Gallery in Brussels and The Passage in St Petersburg, the first of Europe's grand arcades, to the Galleria Umberto I in Naples or the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II in Milan.
The sedate atmosphere of the Burlington Arcade was interrupted in 1964 when a Jaguar Mark X charged down the arcade, scattering pedestrians, and six masked men leapt out, smashed the windows of the Goldsmiths and Silversmiths Association shop and stole jewellery valued at £35,000. They were never caught. Wikipedia
NC State Fair • Raleigh, NC
if a camera can give you courage to photograph out of your comfort zone, i do believe that's what my sx-70 has given me. i'm not sure that i would have asked this couple if i could photograph them with my dslr. they were surprised i wanted to take their picture and didn't even ask to see the polaroid or have a scan emailed to them.. courage is her name.
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I have to get up early tomorrow to go give a talk to a high school class on pinhole photography. Then I am off to work a full day. As soon as I get off work I am jetting out of town for the five hour drive to Palouse Falls where I'll be camping the weekend and teaching an Exposure Northwest workshop with Aaron Reed. So this will likely be the last post you see from me til early next week. It is a giant thumb in Paris, near the Grand Arch. Why a giant thumb? Why not. :-) So I pinholed it. Naturellement.
I have to give a big congratulations to Larissa, a proud, new owner of a Zero Image 2000 pinhole camera (just a little over a month old) which she picked up today at Blue Moon. Am very happy and excited for her. Go have fun, Larissa!
3D red/cyan anaglyph created from glass plate stereograph at Library of Congress - Prints & Photographs Online Catalog: www.loc.gov/pictures/
LOC Title: Richmond, Virginia. Residence of Gen. Robert E. Lee. (707 East Franklin Street)
Date: April 17, 1865 (LOC date on another, almost identical view.]
Photographer: John Reekie [Identified by LOC as photographer on another, almost identical view.]
Notes: Pictured here is a stereographic view of Gen. Robert E. Lee's residence in Richmond during the Civil War, 1861 - 1865. In 1864, he was joined here by his wife and daughters.
There is a lot of history surrounding this house, and immense crowds of both civilians and soldiers have descended on and passed by it. For background, I searched the web for 19th century newspapers/ books with references to it, and how the Lee family came to occupy it, a sampling is transcribed below.
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The New York Herald
Tuesday, April 18, 1865
RICHMOND
Arrival of the Rebel General Lee.
HE IS ENTHUSIASTICALLY GREETED.
Mr. William H. Merriam’s Despatch.
New York Herald Rooms, Richmond, Va., April 16 – 2 A.M.
Positive arrival of General R. E. Lee in Richmond.
"General Robert E. Lee, lately commanding the rebel armies, actually arrived in Richmond yesterday at half-past three o'clock. The first intimation of the arrival of the General was the call made upon Lieutenant H. S. Merrell, Post Quartermaster of Richmond, for forage and stabling for twenty horses in behalf of General Lee. Shortly after three o'clock General Lee arrived on the pontoon bridge that spans the James between Richmond and Manchester, an opposite town. Here an immense crowd had collected to receive him, and he was greeted with cheers upon cheers, the acclamations of the people, so generously and heartily bestowed, visibly affecting him. Whenever he passed Union officers they raised their caps, in recognition of his great genius, no less than his regard for truth and consistency in refusing to draw his sword outside of his native Virginia. As he proceeded along the streets to his residence in Franklin street, the crowd increased in numbers, and the cheers grew louder.
The General was accompanied by five members of his staff, General Lee and all wearing swords. As he dismounted at his residence the thousands of people who surrounded him again greeted him with acclaim, and so many as could get near his person shook him heartily by the hand. One rebel officer, failing to catch his hand, seized him by the extremities of his coat - "touching the hem of his garment." The good feeling in relation to General Lee was common to both Unionists and rebels, and was fully shared in by all.
General Lee looked exceedingly robust, and is certainly a most splendid specimen of a soldier and gentleman, with fair forehead, gray hair, bronzed countenance and military beard. He will doubtless see the military dignitaries here, quietly, before he leaves the city again -the taking place of which latter event is not now positively known.”
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The Alexandria Gazette and Virginia Advertiser
May 10, 1865
The Return of the U. S. Armies
[From The Richmond Papers of Monday.]
“Saturday was devoted to a military spectacle, the grandest, most imposing, of anything of 'the kind witnessed by the citizens of Richmond since the war began, the homeward march of a portion of the Army of the Potomac.
According to the estimate of one of the general officers who was acquainted with the strength of the corps, the number of soldiers who passed through was between 45,000 and 50,000, The Army of the Potomac is composed of five corps; therefore the troops that have passed through compose only something over a third of the strength of that army.
The entire line of the two corps was five hours and three quarters in passing a given point -.from 9 1/2 A. M. to 3 1/2 P. M. The rear was well upon the suburbs of the city at sundown, and the army bivouacked for the night about ten miles east of Richmond, on its route to Washington.
The march of the troops past the Libby prison, which was included in the route, in order to gratify the soldiers, was marked alternately by cheers and groans from those who, from time to time, in the progress of the war were so unfortunate as to be involuntary inmates of its inhospitable wards. Whether designedly or not, the programme of route took the line past Gen Lee's residence, Franklin street, and those of the soldiers who were aware of the probable proximity of that distinguished chief of the late Confederate forces, cheered lustily as the residence was approached and passed. It is said General Lee stood at the closed blinds of one of the windows, and viewed the pageant for a few minutes.
Some idea of the immense business of the commissary department of a large army may be gained from the fact that the commissary of General Sherman's army had orders on Saturday to issue one million six hundred thousand rations for the sustenance of the army on its march from Manchester to Washington.
Sherman's Army is on the march from Richmond, via City Point, and the van is expected to reach Manchester to day and pass through Richmond to day or tomorrow, en route for Washington. It is presumed the military authorities will accord them the same reception and escort which signalized the passage of the Second and Fifth Corps on Saturday.”
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GENERAL ROBERT E. LEE.
Soldier, Citizen, and Christian Patriot
Edited by R.A. Brock, Secretary Southern Historical Society
Published 1897
Mrs. Lee During the War — Something About “The Mess” and its Occupants.
By Sally Nelson Robins.
"A stranger passing down Franklin Street, in the city of Richmond, Va., may wonder why carriages are halted before, and pedestrians continually stop and gaze at, a plain brick house between Seventh and Eighth Streets….…
When General Lee came to Richmond in ‘61, this house was offered to him for his military home by Mr. John Stewart, a wealthy and worthy citizen of Henrico County. It was nicknamed “The Mess," and, before Mrs. Lee and her daughters arrived, was occupied by the General (when he was in town), General Custis Lee, Major Coxe, Captain Ferdinand C. Hutter, Robert Shirley Carter, Chapman Leigh and others — a merry party of young officers, who made the house ring with jest and song, and who scoffed at danger and defeat.
The wrench from Arlington was not without tears …Arlington was the living record of Mrs. Lee and her ancestors; the museum of the most complete collection of Washington relics on the earth; the scene of Robert Lee's courtship and marriage; the birthplace of all of his children; but the grandeur of Arlington was over, the pall of war hung over the land…
When Mrs. Lee left Arlington she went to “Cedar Grove, ” the plantation of a kinsman on the Potomac, where she remained for some time….
Afterward they went to “Chantilly, “one of the stately homes of Fairfax on their way to the “White House.” Mrs. Lee was then cheerful and confident of the success of the cause for which she had already made great sacrifice. It was not long before the “White House," in its exposed condition upon the Pamunky, and well in the lines of the United States army, was considered unsafe, and the little party started for Richmond. They were made prisoners of war at Hanover Courthouse, and detained there for one week. Before Mrs. Lee left the “White House” she tacked upon the front door a card bearing the request that Union soldiers would not desecrate the home of George Washington's wife.
Mrs. Lee's experience as a prisoner was very dismal …she sent for General McClelland, and asked him to send her to Richmond. In consequence of this interview, her carriage was ordered…and a Union soldier mounted the boot and drove the ladies to the Confederate lines under a flag of truce. Then a Confederate soldier took his place, and drove Mrs. Lee into Richmond to 707 East Franklin Street. The moment she entered the door she became one of “The Mess; ” she was prepared to share a soldier's life….
….“ No. 707" is a large brick house now considerably down town. During the war it was in the most fashionable part of Richmond, just two squares from the “Capitol Park” and St. Paul's Church. It was built by Norman Stewart, of Rothsay, Scotland, who came to this country early in the century, and settled in Petersburg. During the year 1812, he was banished to Columbia, lest, as a British subject, he might be dangerous to the State. After the war was over he came to Richmond and became a prosperous citizen. He purchased a tract of land on the outskirts of the city, on which he built a square of substantial brick houses, in the handsomest of which he lived with his servant Stephen. He was a quaint, intelligent, sturdy Scotchman, who, to the day of his death (1858), wore a brown wig, long black silk hose, with bright garter buckles; and in winter a cape or shawl worn after the manner of a shepherd.
The house for its day was handsome and commodious, with walnut woodwork and big windows, wide halls, spacious rooms and broad verandas. When Mr. Norman Stewart died, he left the house to his nephew, Mr. John Stewart of “Brookhill,” through whose courtesy General Lee occupied it during the war; and since, in memory of General Lee, his widow and daughters have presented it to the Virginia Historical Society….
Soon after Mrs. Lee came to Richmond a merciless rheumatism bound her to her chair [wheel chair]. In the back room, opening on a veranda shadowed by ailanthus trees, her days were spent….
At the time of the evacuation, when Richmond was a maddening bedlam, Mrs. Lee alone was calm and perfectly helpless. People entirely frantic rushed from pillar to post, the streets ran with whiskey, and the mob got on its knees beside the gutters and sipped the fiery stream. Fire broke loose and the whole city was in danger. The fire reached Eighth and Franklin streets, and the house next door to “The Mess " caught. But Mrs. Lee would not move. Friends besought her to fly. Four times did a Union officer come , in a carriage and four horses, to take her away, and so eager was he to move her that he ordered the trunks to be thrown out of the window, but she refused to budge, ordered the soldiers out and made her daughter Mary keep the door of the house, which caught fire several times, but was promptly extinguished; and Mrs. Lee's own words were : “That it was impossible to exaggerate the kind attention of the Union soldiers to her.”
When the warrior returned from Appomattox to “The Mess” she was waiting for him, and the comfort of the situation she lovingly administered. The fact that accentuates the interest of “707 East Franklin Street” is that General Lee came here from Appomattox, rode up to the door on “Traveller," walked up the broad, stone steps with head erect and a steady eye - upstairs to his wife's retreat - two chastened souls glorious amidst defeat! The eager mob encircled the house, friend and foe clamored to behold him, but the door was closed and guarded, and those only came in who were most dear. From that moment until the day he left Richmond he never went out of the house until after dark. Upon the back verandas he took his exercise, Here he was alone; he could ruminate and wonder if what was done had been wisely.”
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RECOLLECTIONS AND LETTERS OF GENERAL ROBERT E. LEE
BY HIS SON CAPTAIN ROBERT E. LEE
With Photogravure Portraits
Published 1904
CHAPTER VIII - THE SURRENDER
“….After two weeks of marching and resting, I arrived in Richmond [April 1865] and found my father there, in the house on Franklin Street, now the rooms of the "Virginia Historical Society," and also my mother, brother, and sisters. They were all much relieved at my reappearance.
As well as I can recall my father at this time, he appeared to be very well physically, though he looked older, grayer, more quiet and reserved. He seemed very tired, and was always glad to talk of any other subject than that of the war or anything pertaining thereto. We all tried to cheer and help him. And the people of Richmond and of the entire South were as kind and considerate as it was possible to be. Indeed, I think their great kindness tired him. He appreciated it all, was courteous, grateful, and polite, but he had been under such a terrible strain for several years that he needed the time and quiet to get back his strength of heart and mind. All sorts and conditions of people came to see him: officers and soldiers from both armies, statesmen, politicians, ministers of the Gospel, mothers and wives to ask about husbands and sons of whom they had heard nothing. To keep him from being overtaxed by this incessant stream of visitors, we formed a sort of guard of the young men in the house, some of whom took it by turns to keep the door and, if possible, turn strangers away. My father was gentle, kind, and polite to all, and never willingly, so far as I know, refused to see any one.
Dan Lee, late of the Confederate States Navy, my first cousin, and myself, one day had charge of the front door, when at it appeared a Federal soldier, accompanied by a darkey carrying a large willow basket filled to the brim with provisions of every kind. The man was Irish all over, and showed by his uniform and carriage that he was a "regular," and not a volunteer. On our asking him what he wanted, he replied that he wanted to see General Lee, that he had heard down the street the General and his family were suffering for lack of something to eat, that he had been with "the Colonel" when he commanded the Second Cavalry, and, as long as he had a cent, his old colonel should not suffer. My father, who had stepped into another room as he heard the bell ring, hearing something of the conversation, came out into the hall. The old Irishman, as soon as he saw him, drew himself up and saluted, and repeated to the General, with tears streaming down his cheeks, what he had just said to us. My father was very much touched, thanked him heartily for his kindness and generosity, but told him that he did not need the things he had brought and could not take them. This seemed to disappoint the old soldier greatly, and he pleaded so hard to be allowed to present the supplies to his old colonel, whom he believed to be in want of them, that at last my father said that he would accept the basket and send it to the hospital, for the sick and wounded, who were really in great need. Though he was not satisfied, he submitted to this compromise, and then to our surprise and dismay, in bidding the General good-bye, threw his arms around him and was attempting to kiss him, when "Dan" and I interfered. As he was leaving, he said: Good-bye, Colonel! God bless ye! If I could have got over in time I would have been with ye!
A day or two after that, when "Dan" was doorkeeper, three Federal officers, a colonel, a major, and a doctor, called and asked to see General Lee. They were shown into the parlour, presented their cards, and said they desired to pay their respects as officers of the United States Army. When Dan went out with the three cards, he was told by some one that my father was up stairs engaged with some other visitor, so he returned and told them this and they departed. When my father came down, was shown the cards and told of the three visitors, he was quite put out at Dan's not having brought him the cards at the time, and that afternoon mounted him on one of his horses and sent him over to Manchester, where they were camped, to look up the three officers and to tell them he would be glad to see them at any time they might be pleased to call. However, Dan failed to find them.
He had another visit at this time which affected him deeply. Two Confederate soldiers in very dilapidated clothing, worn and emaciated in body, came to see him. They said they had been selected from about sixty other fellows, too ragged to come themselves, to offer him a home in the mountains of Virginia. The home was a good house and farm, and near by was a defile, in some rugged hills, from which they could defy the entire Federal Army. They made this offer of a home and their protection because there was a report that he was about to be indicted for treason. The General had to decline to go with them, but the tears came into his eyes at this hearty exhibition of loyalty….
CHAPTER IX - A PRIVATE CITIZEN
My father remained quietly in Richmond with my mother and sisters. He was now a private citizen for the first time in his life. As he had always been a good soldier, so now he became a good citizen. My father's advice to all his old officers and men was to submit to the authority of the land and to stay at home, now that their native States needed them more than ever. His advice and example had great influence with all….
…..The house he was occupying in Richmond belonged to Mr. John Stewart, of "Brook Hill," who was noted for his devotion to the cause of the South and his kindness to all those who had suffered in the conflict. My brother Custis had rented it at the time he was appointed on Mr. Davis's staff. A mess had been established there by my brother and several other officers on duty in Richmond. In time, my mother and sister had been made members of it, and it had been the headquarters of all of the family during the war, when in town. My father was desirous of making some settlement with his landlord for its long use, but before he could take the final steps my mother received the following note from Mr. Stewart:
. . . I am not presuming on your good opinion, when I feel that you will believe me, first, that you and yours are heartily welcome to the house as long as your convenience leads you to stay in Richmond; and, next, that you owe me nothing, but, if you insist on paying, that the payment must be in Confederate currency, for which alone it was rented to your son. You do not know how much gratification it is, and will afford me and my whole family during the remainder of our lives, to reflect that we have been brought into contact, and to know and to appreciate you and all that are dear to you.
My father had been offered, since the surrender, houses, lands, and money, as well as positions as president of business associations and chartered corporations…..Until his death, he was constantly in receipt of such offers, all of which he thought proper to decline. He wrote to General Long:
I am looking for some little, quiet home in the woods, where I can procure shelter and my daily bread, if permitted by the victor. I wish to get Mrs. Lee out of the city as soon as practical.
It so happened that nearly exactly what he was looking for was just then offered to him. Mrs. Elizabeth Randolph Cocke, of Cumberland County, a granddaughter of Edmund Randolph, had on her estate a small cottage which, with the land attached, she placed at his disposal. The retired situation of this little home, and the cordial way in which Mrs. Cocke insisted on his coming, induced my father to accept her invitation.
….The latter part of June, my father, mother, brother Custis, and sisters went to "Derwent," the name of the little place which was to be his home for that summer….”
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Red/Cyan (not red/blue) glasses of the proper density must be used to view 3D effect without ghosting. Anaglyph prepared using red cyan glasses from The Center For Civil War Photography / American Battlefield Trust. CCWP Link: www.civilwarphotography.org/
I can't keep up with even a one-a-day Flickr schedule, and often post bad stuff randomly picked from my archives, poorly processed, just for the sake of uploading 'something'...
Meanwhile, I'm far more active at Instagram, where it takes seconds to crop any shot to a lo-res square the size of a $#!+ty iPhone screen, and a single click to slap a 'creative' kitsch filter onto it. INSTAnt GRAtification! (finally deciphered the Instagram name).
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Apologies for the archive shot. Been kinda busy down here in the southland, and at the moment it was the only kind of shot i could access! i am totally frustrated with myself this morning. i accidentally pulled out the cord that i thought was connected "camera to computer". It took me a moment to register the horror when i saw that i had pulled out the "external HD to computer" cord and immediately got a message concerning the dumb thing i had done. i closed and restarted everything and now it is only opening my old APERTURE library and won't open the new one with all my recent shots. i am only slightly encouraged that "Stephen" is working in the background restoring the new library from Time Machine. i am hoping that the instant gratification me is just a bit upset that it is not happening as "instantly" as i wish. Stephen has indicated that he can't open that library UNTIL Time Machine finishes the back up. Pray with me now...."Please God that watches over my photos inside of Stephen and my External HD, allow Stephen to finish retrieving them while i go out and do the photo shoot for Kiera's store, and their social media sight. i promise to be more careful when yanking cords from Stephen forever more. Amen"
SIGH...............maybe Kiera is right....i should have started to make friends with the folks at the "home" where Brittany works! (She told me we were not actually going there to see Brittany yesterday....she was bringing me to check me in!)
i could use a mint oreo cookie about now!
Last week, I found out via Twitter that a contact of mine was selling some lightly expired Polaroid 779. Springing into action, I called up Leslie at Imagine That! and within a few days, we had our hands on some of the best expired Polaroid 600 film that I've ever shot. Couple late dated Polaroid with an SLR 680, and you're in heaven!
I paid a visit the other day to Aperture: A Photography and Variety Store in Cleveland. Man, it's always a fun time hanging out there. They're up to some pretty cool stuff, check out the website, blog, and Facebook to make sure you don't miss out on the fun analog photography events coming up!
I also had the opportunity to meet some cool new creatives as well! The guy pictured here is Dave Lam, a digital and film hybrid shooter, that has some cool work and a great blog:
Polaroid SLR 680
Polaroid 779, 03/09 Expiration
+/- Dial set at 0
matmarrashblog.squarespace.com/blog/2012/3/24/the-epitome...
Akron
September 2014
Polaroid 110B | Rodenstock Ysarex 127mm f4.7 | with Polaroid CB 103 Back Conversion | Fujifilm FP-100C
Easy Caramel Cake, a southern classic. How easy was it? Only if you're experienced with frosting cakes. Must work at lightning speed before the caramel frosting set into its signature crystalline crust. If you're used to precision show pieces, adjust expectations accordingly for a rustic cake.
Very tender buttermilk cake that pairs well with caramel frosting. It's a sweet dessert but southern belles are known for being sweet, right? The cake to frosting ratio explains why it is not cloying.
Get the recipe (free from America's Test Kitchen for limited time): www.americastestkitchen.com/recipes/detail.php?docid=1787.... Read more at Dessert By Candy.
Promenades & Streetscapes
London architecture
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The Burlington Arcade is a covered shopping arcade in London that runs behind Bond Street from Piccadilly through to Burlington Gardens. It is one of the precursors of the mid-19th-century European shopping gallery and the modern shopping centre. The Burlington Arcade was built "for the sale of jewellery and fancy articles of fashionable demand, for the gratification of the public".
The arcade was built to the order of Lord George Cavendish, younger brother of the 5th Duke of Devonshire, who had inherited the adjacent Burlington House, on what had been the side garden of the house and was reputedly to prevent passers-by throwing oyster shells and other rubbish over the wall of his home. His architect was Samuel Ware. The Arcade opened in 1819 (from Wikipedia).
It is a grade II listed building.
One of the reasons I enjoy paper negative pinhole photography, is that it's a slow and somewhat involved process. From loading the camera, to processing the negative in the darkroom... so many things have to go right in order for the image to turn out. And all this takes time. And when I'm on vacation, I seem to have more time to create these types of photographs. Since I've gotten into digital photography, I've found myself ignoring my film cameras... I'm not sure of the reason, but I've noticed it. Maybe it's the instant gratification that comes from seeing the image right after you took the picture. Maybe it's the fact that you don't have to fuss with processing and printing the film or paper? Whatever it is, I find myself missing the old processes of film and paper negatives. The joy of seeing you negatives for the first time to watching the print develop in the darkroom... we can't lose track of the fact that the journey is just as important as the destination.
Mexicanon Pinhole Camera image
Almighty God's Word "Man Can Only Be Saved Amidst the Management of God" (Excerpt, Stage Version)
www.holyspiritspeaks.org/videos/sovereignty-over-everything/
Almighty God says, "How many creatures are there living and reproducing in the vast expanse of the universe, following the law of life over and over, adhering to one constant rule. Those who die take with them the stories of the living, and those who are living repeat the same tragic history of those who have died. And so mankind can’t help but ask itself: Why do we live? And why do we have to die? Who is in command of this world? And who created this mankind? Was mankind really created by Mother Nature? Is mankind really in control of its own fate? … For thousands of years mankind has asked these questions, over and over again. Unfortunately, the more that mankind has become obsessed with these questions, the more of a thirst he has developed for science. Science offers brief gratification and temporary enjoyment of the flesh, but is far from sufficient to free mankind of the solitariness, loneliness, and barely-concealed terror and helplessness deep within his soul. Mankind merely uses scientific knowledge that the naked eye can see and the brain can comprehend to anesthetize his heart. Yet such scientific knowledge cannot stop mankind from exploring mysteries. Mankind does not know who is the Sovereign of all things in the universe, much less does he know the beginning and future of mankind. Mankind merely lives, perforce, amidst this law. None can escape it and none can change it, for among all things and in the heavens there is but One from everlasting to everlasting who holds sovereignty over everything. He is the One who has never been beheld by man, the One whom mankind has never known, in whose existence mankind has never believed, yet He is the One who breathed the breath into mankind’s ancestors and gave life to mankind. He is the One who supplies and nourishes mankind for its existence, and guides mankind up to the present day. Moreover, He and He alone is whom mankind depends on for its survival. He holds sovereignty over all things and rules all living beings beneath the universe. He commands the four seasons, and it is He who calls forth wind, frost, snow, and rain. He gives mankind sunshine and brings the coming of night. It was He who laid out the heavens and earth, providing man with mountains, lakes and rivers and all the living things within them. His deed is everywhere, His power is everywhere, His wisdom is everywhere, and His authority is everywhere. Each of these laws and rules are the embodiment of His deed, and every one of them reveals His wisdom and authority. Who can exempt themselves from His sovereignty? And who can discharge themselves from His designs? All things exist beneath His gaze, and moreover, all things live beneath His sovereignty. His deed and His power leave mankind with no choice but to acknowledge the fact that He really does exist and holds sovereignty over all things. No other thing apart from Him can command the universe, much less can it ceaselessly provide for this mankind. Regardless of whether you are able to recognize the deed of God, and irrespective of whether you believe in the existence of God, there is no doubt that your fate lies within the ordination of God, and there is no doubt that God will always hold sovereignty over all things. His existence and authority are not predicated upon whether or not they can be recognized and comprehended by man. Only He knows man’s past, present and future, and only He can determine the fate of mankind. Regardless of whether you are able to accept this fact, it will not be long before mankind witnesses all of this with his own eyes, and this is the fact that God will soon bring to bear. Mankind lives and dies under the eyes of God. Mankind lives for the management of God, and when his eyes close for the final time, that is also for the very same management."
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These are from the spiral bound sublime stitching book, instant stitching gratification!
There done in stem stitch with variagated floss, good fun!
shot with a classic 1970s polaroid SX-70. electronically modified to use and accurately expose polaroid 600/779 film.
Shot at 1/800, any appearance of movement in the clouds is just an illusion. View from Los Ojitos campsite, Big Bend Ranch State Park in West Texas.
you'll miss things if you don't view on black
i'm going to make a total ass of myself and say this : this photo was something like shooting film in one respect: lack of instant gratification. i got a wired remote after christmas for shooting long exposures (thanks to inspiration from a photography club member, paul. so, since i completely forgot for a second that i was doing a 365 (conveniently, after the sun went down) i decided to take my tripod and camera outside for a minutes-long exposure.
long story short i put it outside, set off the shutter and set an alarm for 15 minutes. when i came to get my camera the exposure had already stopped itself since my battery died mid-shot. since my SD card reader is defunct i had to wait for my battery to charge enough to plug my camera into my computer to retrieve the picture.
phew.
good thing there was a picture to use for my 365. i'm pretty pleased.
i upped the contrast a teeny bit and dragged the color slider slightly to the blue side of the spectrum but other than that this picture is as it was shot :)
uuummm and i think that line in the top left corner is probs an airplane ruining my startrails.
Seattle, WA
7 exposures
Fotokemika Varycon PE RC paper, variable contrast, matte - used as paper negative.
Exposure: 4 seconds
Shot with custom large format pinhole camera designed and built in collaboration with master camera maker Kurt Mottweiler.
Goody Morningly greetings! I am the Multimedia Artist Danny Hennesy more known on the interweb as MushroomBrain
I am the one on this picture taken by my camera!
Peace and Noi§e!
/ MushroomBrain
It feels like i've been gone from Flickr for so long! I'm sorry.. will have more uploads soon, hopefully daily
Magical foto shoot yesterday... lighting was perfekt... I love summer!! :D
ROAD CLOSED... somewhere in Portland, OR
7 exposures
Fotokemika Varycon PE RC paper, variable contrast, matte - used as paper negative.
Exposure: 21 seconds
Shot with custom large format pinhole camera designed and built in collaboration with master camera maker Kurt Mottweiler.
These are my final rolls of Kodachrome. In about 15 days the last laboratory in the world that still processes Kodachrome will shut down forever, ending an era that has lasted for 75 years. Kodak ceased production of Kodachrome last year, and Dwayne's shuts down it's K-14 processing line at the end of December. I've been shooting Kodachrome since I was around 14. I've shot it in 8mm, 16mm, and of course 35mm. It had a look that just can't be replicated.
I went out this weekend in both sun and rain and found am amazing array of subjects to shoot. These included a railroad museum, neon, ghost signs, and more. Tomorrow I will send them to the lab for processing. I hope the shots come out. This is the legacy of film shooting - no instant gratification. No knowing if your shots are OK or not. It was fun using the old 35mm camera again, and I realized just how much I missed using an SLR!
One of these rolls was shot by my late father (the 24 exp), so I have no idea what could be on it, nor how many years expired it is. One roll was expired for one year, the other two rolls expired in September. In a couple of weeks when the slides come back, and I evaluate them, I hope to have some great shots to post.
I shot all but one roll. I decided to keep that for a souvenir.
Farewell Kodachrome. Thanks for all the memories!
I love this new jacket. It's almost instant gratification, and it's simple style is great for throw and go on weekends, plus it's super nice and warm. Only fall back is that Big Wool pills quite easily.
Pattern: Beth, Kim Hargreaves' A Winter Gathering
Yarn: 7 balls of Rowan Big Wool, #25 Wild Berry. (I ran out of yarn and is short of 2 rows for the neck band but I just left it as it is)
Needles: 12mm circulars bought in Mongkok
detail, OBEY x SABER x Pride of America Mural Collaboration @ melrose ave., los angeles.
shot with a classic 1970s polaroid SX-70. electronically modified to use and accurately expose polaroid 600/779 film.
sign of the times: while taking these photos, was approached by three teenaged kids, one of whom asked, "is that a real polaroid camera? and it uses polaroid film? wow, that is so cool!"
The Opium Eater Laying With Sunflowers.
(Linoleum Cut).
Demeanor one extreme to another of disproportionate heart,
sunflowers maiden of gratification of comfort for thee fēran,
amid thy όνειρο that correspond to painful sufferings,
O'Opium calls forth to thy consciousness of a narcissistic judgment,
astonishing effects dedúcet to a autobiographical observations rising,
fiercest shrinking to a poltroonery wrapped in vain,
cathedral communications engaged on mountainous shadows of ruin depths,
infinite consciousness signalizing a morning marked,
patriarch of sorrows rises for sublime engagements,
exasperation swirls in thy atrocious gates of anguish doubts,
annihilating thyself passions to escape,
brilliancy of thy flowers sway to testimony of merke solitude,
intemperance of transgressions knowing of thee incoming calamity,
thy rêve turns to thy inevitable yearnings,
thy translucent sea drifts to thee asylum that encamps,
O' languishing incalculable thoughts of lunacies ebbing close bye,
leave be, say not a word, leave bee,
in thee buoyantly grazing dulcis bliss,
O'Opium thy inscription is clear,
caring not, for at least for now,thou and now are lest for now,
as thee transcendent vellum restraints are transferred far beyond impenetrable thou.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Barisal, 2011
Here comes the spring again…with all the aroma of gratification
Here comes the childhood again….with all the scent of happiness
Captured from somewhere between Barisal and Kuakata. Children are playing inside a sunflower garden.
We hosted an absolutely wonderful event in our bookshop recently, with storyteller Mara Menzies, who had adapted her own storytelling performance into a novel, Blood and Gold, which draws on her Kenyan and Scottish roots, history and mythology, exploring family, history, colonialism and more through various lenses.
Mara treated us to some of her live storytelling, which was just a delight to experience. Much as I am forever in love with the written word, I'm always aware the roots of the modern books (and plays and films and other media) run back millennia to oral storytelling.
Long, long before even the most ancient stories we have written down, such as Gilgamesh, there were storytellers talking, acting and singing and dancing these tales, each putting their own spin on them. Some would have been professional storytellers like Mara, others just the person in a village or small, wandering tribe, who had the gift and knowledge, and would spin them around a flickering camp fire at night to their small groups.
We have aways told stories, it's part of the spiritual element of our DNA as humans, and it's something that is still wonderful and thrilling and magical to experience, even in an age of instant digital gratification or giant screen entertainment or shelves full of books on every subject.
Mara's book Blood and Gold is published by Birlinn, and you can follow her on Twitter twitter.com/marastoryteller She may be bringing her performance back to the Edinburgh Fringe next year, if she does I highly recommend catching it.
October 24, 2009
Las Vegas, NV
Betsey was very fun and nice. Liked my Polaroid camera, and right away took the Sharpie and began drawing the heart and other doodles on it. This will definitely be one of my all time favorite portrait Polaroids!
Betsey Johnson's Pink Cadillac Tour
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