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i found this pic for my baby boy ahmed when he was 1 year old...
and ithought of this cover..
hope everybody like..
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In bed and almost asleep...Ithought I had my moment to pull out my phone and get a photo with eyes....well, almost. lol. Happy Caturday to our friends.
Hey6-6-2010, guess who's birthday today !
it's Me & Ghada :O :O :O
uhhg youh Know that I can not believe :\
7bebti ghada j3l kl snh enti m3ai ;O<3
& about Me :$ يحـلى يـومي وعيـدي دآمـكـم بس معي :$
I just want to thank those who have not forgotten
and Who tell Me HappyBirthday & Give Me ACall
& Send A MSG & write in personal ;"
Realy i Dont know what to say's
Some people Ithought that they will come and till me But :"""(
and people realy i don't thin'k that they will Remember but they are :"
realy Iappreciate evry single thing youh done :(
and alsso :\ , MuM uhhg youh are the best realy iDon't know how to
explen mum Just uhh thanQ ther no single word Enough :"(
&MyFamley all thanx allot :" , Fahood thanQ 3la alsprize albiiiiiiiig :|
realy I did not expect it's so much wala :"( just alla la y7rmni mnk:* :-(
what ellss can i say's thanQ girl's MySchool for evry thing
& thanQ fa6om for the Gift :$ youh maack me Embarrass :"$
thanQ for sing'in to me MY School :'| wala knt b9eee7 :"(
just godNot separated me from you :"(
love the all :*
umwaah ;'$
ummBtw the Girl's those upload for me a Pic
While Unclclclcle Kevin was making breakfast Ithought I would do some sketching. I did some pictures of Moo while he wasn't looking.
home alone 48...make of it what you will ;-)
This weeks message is "Go With the Flow"
A Taoist story tells of an old man who accidentally fell into the river rapids leading to a high and dangerous waterfall. Onlookers feared for his life. Miraculously, he came out alive and unharmed downstream at the bottom of the falls. People asked him how he managed to survive. "I accommodated myself to the water, not the water to me. Without thinking, I allowed myself to be shaped by it. Plunging into the swirl, I came out with the swirl. This is how I survived."
I had a different plan for this weeks photo, and it did not work out. I had this idea last night, and it also did not come out as planned. I became so frustrated with the details of the photo, and my inability to achieve the results I wanted, that i don't even remember what point i was trying to make. So, I begrudgingly accepted what I had and posted it. After sleeping on it the message became clear.
We cannot always control the events of our lives. even the little details tend to go awry. A zipper breaks, the road is closed, they are out of your flavor of ice cream, or you photo is not what you wanted. It is by accepting what comes our way, and going with it, that we will reach our destination.
So, I am not thrilled with the photo, but I get the message, and that is good.
Lesson 2
When all else fails, laugh at yourself!
...very early morning...
...just me...and the ocean...
(The small city seen in the background is far away...I zoomed it in...to get this layer effect)
Asi tried to capture the double rainbow... and the tsunami monument together, Suddenly the rainbow starts to fade away... ithought this shot gonna Save my Day , but instead this shot reminded me how much unfortunate iam.. Anyways thanks to My friend Shamil For his kind Help
Ithought I would post a shot of the harbour at Reykhjavik with the Harpa building in the background to give an idea of where it is placed. A rather grey day when we arrived but way way warmer than the UK and no snow!
I think this is a monarch. My good friend Jim hopefully will confirm or correct me. Unless, of course, I haven't paid my bill for this service...
"knock, knock"
"Who's there"
"Sonny"
"Sonny who"
"Sunny outside today, eh?"
"Well, yeah, for a little while this afternoon, but i'm not complaining..."
(been that kind of a day)
Kevin doesn't like it when I call her Charles because he says her name is Charlie and she is a she.
I tell him, well what am I supposed to do then, call her Charlene? because that is absurd.
he doesn't like that name either.
Charles is a much finer name and anyway, all those androgynous names I just mentioned all started out as the name of a man or a woman at one time.
Still, he crosses his arms and tells me that is not her name.
But I catch him, here or there, telling Charles to get her nose out of the toilet.
This is a postage stamp from 2012. It shows the queen's head facing left. I've no stamps with the current king. ( Ithought he'd be facing right, but as Tom pointed out that's just coins). It's a large stamp but well within the 3 inch limit.
I've used my Nikon Z6ii with a Nikkor 105mm macro lens and 1.4x teleconverter. It's taken in natural light.
I set of in my car at about 5-30 in the morning to catch the sun rise, 30 miles on snow coverd road,s 6 in deep ?On arivel the wether was awful with very thick fog and visibility down to 20 foot. I hung aroun in the car drinking coffy for an hour but nothing changed. Finaly I decided to go for a walk along the old miner,s trial to Snowdon and thankfully I took my camara geer just in case ! After about a mile and a half Ithought I saw somthing through the mist . I quickly unpacked my camara mounted it on the tri pod and waited. To my amazement the mist slowly sank so I took 4 images and stitched them together in photoshop. And as you can see this is the result !!!
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I asked my father to take the backroad from Marília to Echaporã.
It´s just another rural red dirt road that is common around my part of Brazil. It winds past endless farms and the rare abandoned wooden home.
We left Marília at 4pm and arrived in Echaporã at 6pm. On the way, I constantly asked him to stop when Ithought, "That´s the shot!"
Near the end of our mechanized fotosafari -- I spotted this mango tree just as the sun was setting...
it reminded me of a mango tree I shot previously.
Taken with a HOYA polarizer filter
Finally he got his necklace :)
Although I am really busy these days I took some pictures of Shin :) I just had to :P
Nevertheless I hope you like them , even ithought they were taken in a rush late at night xD
my heart swells when i stop to photograph a shell, not everyday of course because I would have exploded a long time ago *s*, but sometimes like today, the beauty I see just about makes my heart stop!
I thank God for making so many different shells, so many angles, and beautiful textures.
truly.. a blessing to me.
Ithought it was time for a picture of my ever growing collection, newest acquisitions are the polaroid 636 which was a 3.99 charity shop deal, Rolleicord 1 was an ebay purchase, yashica TL- super was a junk shop in nottingham only £30. oh and the brownie 127 was a tenner from the same shop. Gaf 64R sine camera was a freecycle jobby :-)
Missing my Lomo LC-A which is off being fixed by roger lean, altho im a little worried it never got to him as he hasnt cashed the check yet. Anyone have experience with him? just wana make sure its not got lost in the post.
Taken with my Canon eos 30d (which i use for most of the stuff on my other flickr)
Some worth mentioning, the rest are little point and shoot auto compact things,
rolleicord I mark 1 shots here
six20 brownie kodak, (set up for 35mm) shots here
westons master III, (light meter)
Kodak Brownie 127,
Ilford Sporti,
Ilford Sportsmaster (manumatic),
Lomo fisheye, shots here
vivitar UWS, shots here
Canon eos 500n, shots here
canon eos 1000fn,
Polaroid One, shots here
Polaroid 636 autofocus,
canon eos 850,
robo 3 lens, shots here
Praktica MTL5,
Yashica tl-super, home dev roll
Kodak ektra 22 - EF
Lomo LC-A (its back now! :-) shots here
wishlist
Canon demi (or some sort of half frame camera)
polaroid sx-70 as they clearly rock
my lc-a back from roger :-P
instant back for my LC-A
Richo auto half
I was at a horse show this afternoon and when I looked over at the food tent I saw these two rather large hind ends in line and the boxes saying "Honey Buns" - I know I am a bit warped, but Ithought it was funny and had to snap a photo.
Prajapati Ghimire was 87 years old, I met he and his family on the day he lay on his balcony waiting to die surrounded by family and friends.
Prajapati had developed cancer of the stomach which had progressed rapidly and the end of his time was rapidly approaching. His daughter sat with him and comforted him, giving him sips of tea and stroking his forehead. He passed away quietly later that afternoon surrounded by his many children, grandchildren and great grandchildren, his was a good passing. His was a rich and bountiful life.
I thought about my own father in that moment. Ithought about how we must each say goodbye to our parents and that here, I was witness to the tenderness, love and respect for this man from his entire family.
When I first took this Ithought the discolouration was interference from ambient light but later when I was doing some other star shots well away from other light sources I found it was still there. I later discovered there was some type of solar storm exciting the atmosphere and this was what I had recorded. Not an aurora as such but still interesting.
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Another Ottawa Police Service Ford Interceptor, the police spec version of the new Ford Taurus, parked outside the Loblaws supermarket on Merivale Road near Baseline in Nepean.
I photographed one of these new Interceptors downtown last week, but Ithought I'd take a couple of photos of this one just to get one in the "daylight" (though it was just before dusk on a cloudy early spring afternoon).
Hadn't got a clue what to do for today, then as I was filling up my washing up liquid dispenser I thought, bubble, me in one, job done.
I love him wearing basecaps :)
Although I am really busy these days I took some pictures of Shin :) I just had to :P
Nevertheless I hope you like them , even ithought they were taken in a rush late at night xD
THE DISCOVERY by gleitzeit blog (the lost Interview in Rome)
I am using magnifying glass to be able to read a a PDF file of a very low quality.
My eyes are hurting. What I have found is something that is just not available…
I must say on the search for anything tagged “invisible” I find some pretty amazing
stuff I would never know about (later on that)
Paul meet me at the gate. He looked younger than I had expected. Dressed
casually.
As a host he cordially offered me to dine. While we entered the hall I had an urge to ask him, is this a museum? trying not to break anything as we passed by sculptures, paintings,
ceramics and a lot of other pieces of art which I had never seen before.
This unexpected excitement spoiled my appetite, and I was no longer hungry and
instead drank some wine.
He made clear that it is not any kind of a museum, but instead, his Paul’s studio. He lives not in Rome, but by the Terranian sea, where he was going shortly.
I asked Paul how he earns a living. Paul thought a little and tried to find an appropriate explanation. He finally lit on: "I am of independent means and don’t have to earn a living" pouring me another glass of wine.
I asked him: “ Can I buy some of your paintings? How much it will cost me?”
This question Paul left unanswered but he said that commonly he paints his
pictures without the intention to sell them.
Earlier I noticed a little girl and a young woman moving about him.
OMG!!!! I am shaken up. NOBODY KNOWS ANYTHING ABOUT Paul Jaisini’s personal life! I don’t believe this. THANK YOU GOOGLE! this is like really mystifying. I am not an emotional person, rather someone who loves to work hard and get the job done. This turned into something other than working.
Google nowadays is not your “grandfather’s” google so to speak. It is tailored
around you, your daily Internet activity, So finding any news, any special
information is no longer an easy task. I guess because there’s too much of
everything and what one is looking for could be placed out of reach. So we sort
of live on a planet that is flat as in dark ages. I say that because if one is
provided the info that is tailored with limitation it implies that breaking
away is not something one would even comprehend! We are too used to trust our social functioning and think that we know everything, on top of all news provided to us by the honest practice of the broadcasting companies.
We don’t want to be those conspiracy freaks with no trust to anything or
anyone. But truth is, if you don’t want to pay high dollar for some expert
articles on the topics that could give more than the free info, you are really
up against a brick wall of the new unknown reality and a total incapacity to acquire
the needed info of high quality without spending your whole life learning all the crap on the net and beyond in order to find finally what you need.
So search is a tricky mother. If you are creative and sort of spontaneous you
might somehow find your own style of fishing out the essentials. But in my case I
often felt helpless and lost no longer willing to participate in this
undertaking trying to document Gleitzeit.
It doesn’t look like I had managed a short explanation. But this is my formula of
finding something that is not available on the tailored to fit google search.
I enter the variations of phrases and words from the gleitzeit context of emails, postings, essays and add some other words I find on my way of locating Paul Jaisini's links. Turning the tag in a sort of a potion number nine that had proven to fetch some impossible to find info on such a quick inquiry without opening thousands of websites where I might find or might not find anything at all. And the most effective findings are with the tag "invisible" added to other things, be it email abbreviations and so on.
“The other must be his wife”, I thought, because Paul called her with some pet name's asking for a bottle of wine, for a book, or an ash tray.
“Is she your wife? “ I asked just in case.
Paul looked me in the eyes and said: “She is not my wife, nor the mother of my daughter, she is my secretary. “
The secretary I sensed didn’t like me much.
She didn’t call Jaisini by his name, Paul, but she instead addressed him as
mister Jaisini. She seemed obsequious and perhaps didn’t like me for my unrestrained manner and direct questions. She said to Paul: “You should not waste your time on this interview. You need to return to your work. “
Paul said: “It will be few minutes." and spent a few hours with me. A self-ruling man.
Paul didn’t drink any wine but he behaved at times extravagantly, showing the
outlines of the silhouettes in his paintings and explaining what was happening in the pictures.
Paul said that the point of his art being hidden from the public is an
intrigue that engages press in constant attempts to uncover the ‘truth’ behind it all. Nevertheless it is very disappointing, that people don’t care about real art, as they do about private affairs.
We went upstairs and in a spacious hall I saw a large painting. I didn’t hide my
awe.
“Wow! Where did you get such a big piece of canvas? The art stores don’t sell
this linen in such sizes. “
“It is stitched together from pieces," answered Paul.
“How did you reach the upper parts of the painting"
"I climbed the riser. Do you see the nude black man up there, tangled with a
serpent?"
"It reminds me of Laocoön. Is it intentional?"
"No, he is a symbol of physical grace without intellect. Do you see a group of
female bodies intertwined in a threesome?"
"No, I don’t see it. Where is the threesome?"
"To the left, look there."
"I look there."
"There the three figures, here is one, here is another one and the third one."
"Third is not a female figure, it’s some animal."
"It’s a female, but there is an animal, a bit higher up. The clown in the center
tears his mouth in a bloody smile, carrying out his role of a fool, laughing when
he wants to cry."
"Is that a monkey?"
"You got it, she is another symbol of the fate, she stopped hitting the tom-tom,
her direct purpose in circus. When she stopped to play and started to think, she
realized that her life is pitiful and she wants to kill herself. It’s a second
symbol of the same meaning."
"Tell me about that threesome again."
"Well, they show the natural grace, as three graces would, the sensual concept of
procreation."
"This picture must be a depiction of a circus performance, I suppose. Is it ?
Why it is so dynamic?"
"It is a circus performance but is the personal trial of human character. The ball construction is an object: - Paulsen’s ball, it is also a title of the painting."
"This ball creates some weight and it seems to move the composition with it’s
size and position and it seems to be on a verge of rolling down."
"You’re right! I also sense this immediate impulse to prevent the clown to fall
off that ball.
We went to other paintings, whole series of paintings.
When I gathered all my sensations about the art that surrounded me, it was time to leave. Paul Jaisini escorted me to the door. I shook his hand saying:
"You are an interesting man!"
"I am not a man..."
(the last sentence was a good ending)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbolism
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symbolism_(arts)
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Invisibility
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fatalism
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gracefulness
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Impossible_object
Have to type as I read PDF file that can’t be copied
Have to type as I read PDF file that can’t be copied
I am using magnifying glass to be able to read a a PDF file of very low quality. My eyes are hurting. What I have found is something that is just not available… I must say on the search for anything tagged “invisible” I find some pretty amazing stuff I would never know about (later on that) Now I am sitting in my office instead of having night out. It really is an impossible task to just discern the text. I filled up a spray bottle with cold water to spray my face to frequently refresh my eyes, as they get tired from the magnifying glass. It’s totally worth it, the thrill of discovery is my ultimate high.
Subj: Re: any suggestions?
Date: 2/5/00 Pacific Standard Time
From: bcwoodward@bigfoot.com (B. Woodward)
To: Yustas61@aol.com
CC: Angela Ahermeign
The attached file with original text before translation can be used in all related your project on Paul Jaisini.
All my corrections are in () and sometimes they replace the words nearby, other times they get inserted or have comments as well. It should be clear. Angela, you had some trouble with colloquialisms, unclear constructions and misplaced verb tenses. You switched among various forms of the past with irregularity. I’ve brushed it up. It makes a good narrative, though. Very interesting :)
Original Message-
From Angela A, Sent Thursday, February 03, 2000, 4: 25 PM
to bcwoodward@bigfoot.com
Subject Any suggestions
My first meeting with Paul Jaisini in Rome
(was it your first meeting with him, or just first time in Rome… unclear construction)
Paul Jaisini’s appearance at the exhibition of his art made a lot of noise in 1995 in Rome.
(caused a lot of noise, a lot of excitement, or was it just a noisy appearance?)
After newspapers published the (a) photograph of Paul Jaisini in the empty gallery, I read the article and realized how lucky I was to be in Rome. Nobody saw Paul Jaisini’s paintings. Yes, nobody… This what happened next. I called him once, then (a) second time. (,b)But Paul didn’t return my calls. Unfortunately I was not able to stay on guards (stand guard is the appropriate colloquialism) to catch him by the art gallery being (as I was) preoccupied with my (own) business. So I decided that I have (needed, not have) to find a way to see Paul Jaisini’s (hidden) paintings if he hides them. Such extravagance has (had) to be stopped.
I decided to offer him (no him here) to write a testament about (to) the existence of his art (, which would necessarily lead to him revealing it to me.) which will rise the necessity to see it.
I heard about Paul Jaisini before (that time) because he is quite a (reverse the a and quite) well-known contemporary artist. When I set up the appointment to meet (him) I easily found his cozy two- story town-house surrounded by (an) antique iron fence.
When I called (on) the intercom it took a while to explain who I was and why (I had come) did I come.
Paul meet me at the gate. He looked younger than I (had) expected. Dressed casually.
As a host he cordially offered me to dine. While we were entering (entered) the hall I had an urge to ask him, (“I) is it (this) a museum (?), trying to brake (break) anything, (no comma… as we passed) passing by sculptures, paintings, ceramic pieces (ceramics… drop the p word) and a lot of (other pieces of) art which I (had never seen before. drop rest of the sentence) was not able…
Gosh, I can feel how B. Woodward was feeling… WILL SHE REALLY SEE THE PAINTINGS by PAUL JAISINI?????? my eyes are punishing me for this thrill. I need to stop looking into the magnifier when I am now writing a comment without looking into unreadable copy.
Just waiting to get the courage to continue… my eyes need rest, I made myself some coffee with soy milk. But it surely means I want to prolong the suspense. I have no idea what is written in that text I located only god knows where or how.
I think that a gamer guru would understand me after he/she played hardest strategic games for a very long time and turned into a savvy thrill seeker.
Another Ottawa Police Service Ford Interceptor, the police spec version of the new Ford Taurus, parked outside the Loblaws supermarket on Merivale Road near Baseline in Nepean.
I photographed one of these new Interceptors downtown last week, but Ithought I'd take a couple of photos of this one just to get one in the "daylight" (though it was just before dusk on a cloudy early spring afternoon).
Rail ops class 57305 on 0670 07:45 Belmont yard to Newport Sims metals scrap move ,consisting of LNER class 91s 91102/113/126/129.Sorry for the less than perfect picture but ithought it worth keeping due to the consist.
Took this photo on Sauchiehall Street. Ithought that this guy looked like he had the world on his shoulders and was oblivious to everrything going on roundabout him.
The Original Box Tengor 1926/8
I've seen a couple of photographs of these cameras...However mine has Goerz at Top....Frontar....If you look at Edwin Lachica's excellent photograph of his camera... It has Frontar Top and Hahn Goerz Bottom inter man esting nes pa?? Well Ithought so..
Isn't he cute hugging the pillow? :P
Although I am really busy these days I took some pictures of Shin :) I just had to :P
Nevertheless I hope you like them , even ithought they were taken in a rush late at night xD
Submitted for December's MSH # 1 - Be careful what you wish for ...Grace Brown's biggest wish was to be with Chester Gillette. All that wish got her was dead.
Funny story about this book is that I bought it about 2 or three years ago. I never got to it and it wound up on my bookshelf till a few weeks ago when I was pulling some stuff off to put on paperback swap. I came across it and moved it up to the top of my to be read list. I found this book at Borders in the local interest section. Ithought it was a story that never really went anywhere other than around central new york. To my suprise this was a HUGE thing back in 1906. It was major headlines across the country. People came from miles around just to get a glimpse of the trial. But before I get to that i should introduce the characters. This was one of those boy meets girl girl winds up dead stories.
The first person was Grace Brown. Grace was the daughter of a Chenango County Farmer who lived in South Otselic, NY. If your first question is where I can understand. Even today South Otselic is a rural community located in the northern portion of Chenango County. When I say rural I mean very rural. In 1904 she moved to Cortland, NY (which was much bigger) which was about 40 miles away. She moved in with her married sister and eventually got a job working in the Gilette Skirt Factory that was located in Cortland.
The boy in this story was Chester Gillette. Chester was the nephew of the owner of the skirt factory. He was born in Montana and spent the better part of his life traveling around with his parents who were officers in the Salvation Army. He eventually left his parents as a teen and attended Oberlin Prep school in Ohio. He didn't take to well to that either so off to Cortland he went to work for his uncle.
So Grace and Chester meet in the factory and eventually begin a romantic relationship. In 1906 it eventually turned into a sexual relationship amd before long Grace found out that she was pregnant in the spring of 1906. This is where you begin to question everything. Chester never took Grace anywhere. He would show up at her place 2x a week for his booty call and then leave. When he did go out places he was with the more "elite & popular" people of Cortland at that time and often in the company of other women. She evetually told him she was pregnant and she began to pressure him into marrying her. To get her to go away for a little while he convinced her to go back to her parents place for a little bit. She goes, but she is not happy. She spend the entire 3 weeks there crying, writing letter upon letter to Chester, being sick, depressed, and talking about suicide. Towards the end of the 3rd week she begins to get letters from old friends at the skirt factory informing her of Chester's extra curricular activities with other girls. Grace becomes more upset and tells Chester that she is coming back to Cortland. Not wanting her to come back to Cortland in her condition he convinces her to pack everything she owns and they will go to the Adirondacks to be together.
They meet and take the train together into the adirondacks. Along the way they stayed at a couple of hotels and he registered in another name. They finally get to Big Moose Lake and rent a boat one afternoon. Something happened on the lake that afternoon The boat was found the next day and the search was on for Grace and Chester. Grace was found at the bottom of the lake and Chester was nowhere to be found. He eventually was found in Inlet, NY and was promptly arrested.
The book then goes on to talk about the trial, evidence found, their relationship, the sensationalism, and eventually Chester's execution. It was a very well researched book.
My thoughts and what I believe: Chester was a dog. No doubts about it. He really never had anyintentions of marrying Grace or even having a "normal courtship" with her. She was good enough for that twice a week booty call, but not good enough to show off to his friends. The man is no different than a lot of men today. Grace was very young and naieve. Her downfall was that she had a problem taking a hint. But I guess that is where her naievity came into play. The letters she wrote to Chester would have driven the most patient man to drink.
Now do I think Chester did it? I can't say for sure because no one actually saw him do it, but. there sure was a lot of motive for him to do it.. Now do I think he is responsible for her death. You bet your sweet boppy I do. Regardless of how her death came about he was there when it happened and he could have stopped it or prevented it. No question about it. I thorughly believe he deserved prison. He was a poor excuse for a human being and for a man as well. As for his execution, I'm still on the fence about that subject.
Armando Alanís, poeta, ha publicado mas de diez libros de poesía y desde 1996 crea el proyecto literario "Acción Poética", que consiste en pintar versos en las bardas de la ciudad de Monterrey en una especie de graffitti poético, esta colección de fotografías son una pequeña muestra de su creatividad.
Av. Venustiano Carranza, marzo 2010