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Nikon D800, Tamron SP 24-70mm F/2.8 Di VC USD
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Jinbei DC-600 + Firefly XL 90
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La fortaleza me hará ser más humilde, negarme a los abusos y alejarme de todo lo que enturbie mi vida.
"Las guerras van y vienen, pero mis soldados son eternos"
Love..love..Love this tattoo lol.
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For the D300 Challenge Group's job/work challenge. Welcome to the world of the SAHM. This face used to be really cute. Now, not so much.
Coincidentally also sums up my mood today to a T.
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idk uploading some weird double exposures because I need to update my stream but all the pictures I've been taking lately aren't coming out or look dumb as all hell
The final version. Further refined the colours and the contrast. A few retouches with a little airbrush and obviously, added the halo whateverthehell you call it effect Jesus has going on behind him there.
Getting some hate regarding my Cerebral Palsy recently, hopefully when the video I did with unexpectedtales discussing this comes out people will gain more understanding.
"Are you Angry? Boycott your Hate"
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I went on a walk today (11/11/2016). It was a melancholic journey. Why? you may ask. It started out as just an ordinary walk, where I dip my toe in the other world between time. Now, I believe in the purpose of everything that happens, so I followed my conscience in this matter.
There he sat! One homeless black man. As I passed by, I knew that I knew him. It was in Jr. High School. Yes, it is you! So, many years ago, and my memory is vivid, we were in school together. Why, would I remember him? Because, he is the one that accused me of calling him a "dirty Mexican." Yes, it was after school, we met to settle the score....but the truth is, I would never say such a thing,
What is the lasting trauma of such an event on a young mind? We fought outside the school yard and it was far from a fair fight. People of color surrounded me...and began to kick me...this didn't seem fair...why was I hated so? We continued to fight for what felt like an eternity...and there seemed to be no end-yet there was an end...without going through all the gory details, I will say that part of my innocents was lost on that particular day.
Yes, I now knew what "reality" was. From then on, I would hate reality. As you can guess, I survived this encounter, but I was changed forever....
So, now me and Johnny are talking, during this unexpected encounter. Do you remember me? I ask. I say "I remember you." He said no! I then asked him his age...check...we are the same age....where did you go to middle school....check..."now do you remember me?" and the answer was "yes." Reality is confirmed! And, we continued to talk. I notice his reality....he has a tracheotomy...and he tells me that his mother died when he was 13. Now, I am hearing his story...and a wounded heart...mine...is open to understanding.
What is the moral of this story? I open my wallet and hand him $25.00 bucks...and say, I forgive you...my friend....and I see you! I will also see you next week, and the following week....and the following week!
Now, what does that have to to with the picture that I have taken? I see Johnny....I see Johnny...I acknowledge that he exists. He is somebody and he is now my friend. I am glancing over at the green fence...and one flower hanging on, in this November season. I see you Johnny! I see you! And I am a better person, because I see you....my Sophia.
-rc
You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul. I never for forgive you because you are not mine. I hate you.
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I was only able to get just one shot . . . fortunately it turned out to be a good one. It’s such a thrill when I have an encounter with him and more of a thrill to get a picture!
And it’s so sad what he has done to the neighborhood and my little darlings! It truly is a love hate relationship!