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Today I met Mariano and it's been one of the most gratifying experiences I've had.
I was feeling quite insecure at the time to aproach to him like a totally unknown, but I believe the best thing you can do with fear is facing it, so I bought two cans of beer and I offered him one of them.
I sat by his side and we started an interesting conversation.
Mariano is alcoholic, which is the principal cause of his suffering. He lives in the street for twenty years now, he is seventy years old nowadays. This rough life gave him several injuries from which he might never recover. He´s got 13 nails on one operated leg and a broken knee on the other one, therefore he needs the help of a crutch to walk the few steps that separate his sleeping place to his begging corner, just twenty meters away. Due to his movility problems, he past the wholes summertime in the same plaza. In October, social workers will come to take him to the hostel where he sleeps until the heat comes back.
He told me a funny anecdote: the alcohol is forbidden in the hostel, so he needs to buy it on tiny pocket bottles. He's normaly using eye drops for his vision problems, and when, one day, he asked the nurse to put his eye drops for him, she neerly dropped alcohol on his eyeballs. Then she confiscated his stash.
Mariano afirms that he who lives in the street is because he wants to. He also says to unlike the 95% of the homeless he knows.
His sanity and the coherence of his speech seems amazing to me. I thanked his time and conversation, letting him know that I learnt a lot from him. " From everybody we learn" was his answer.
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Hoy he conocido a Mariano, y ha sido una de las experiencias más gratificantes que he tenido. Tenía una gran inseguridad a la hora de acercarme a un total desconocido como él, pero creo que lo mejor que puedes hacer ante un miedo es enfrentarlo, así que fui a comprar dos latas de cerveza y le ofrecí una de ellas.
Me dejó sentarme a su lado y empezamos una interesante conversación.
Mariano es alcohólico y esa es la principal causa de todos sus males. Vive en la calle por ello desde hace 20 años y ahora tiene 70. Esta mala vida le ha hecho sufrir varias lesiones importantes de las que nunca se curará; tiene 13 clavos en una pierna operada y la rodilla de la otra pierna partida, por lo que debe ayudarse de una muleta para andar los pocos pasos que recorre desde el lugar donde duerme al lugar donde se sienta a pedir dinero, a tan solo 20 metros.
Se ha pasado el verano entero sin moverse de esa plaza dados sus problemas de movilidad. En el mes de Octubre, le vendrán a buscar para llevarle como todos los años al albergue donde duerme hasta que vuelve el calor.
Me ha contado una divertida anécdota: El alcohol no está permitido en el albergue, así que tiene que comprarlo en pequeñas botellas de bolsillo. Como suele llevar colirio por sus problemas de visión, al pedirle a la enfermera del albergue que lo cogiese esta no solo casi le echa las gotas de alcohol en el ojo, sino que se lo confiscó.
Mariano asegura que quien vive en la calle es porque quiere, y dice también que un 95% de las personas que viven en ella no le caen bien.
Resulta asombrosa su cordura y la coherencia de sus palabras. Le he agradecido mucho su tiempo y su conversación, haciéndole saber también que he aprendido mucho de él. “De todo el mundo se aprende” ha sido su respuesta.
Exposure: through two panes of glass for about 6 weeks beginning November 28, 2017.
DOV: Due South.
Camera: American Spirit Can Homeland Insecurity Pinhole (preloaded) by James Huff. .
Narrative. This is the view from an upstairs window of my house, except it is flipped horizontally, not that I couldn't flip it digitally, just that I thought the composition was better this way.
In late November - December and January the sun barely crests the horizon here. After exposure of about 6 weeks I opened the can and looked at the paper negative, it appeared blank (unexposed). I stuck the paper back in the can closed the shutter and forgot about it for about a month. When I reopened it I could see the faint outline of the spruce trees, very faint. I decided to scan it and see if I could bring anything up with Photoshop. So that's what we have here, well this is the positive image after inverting the paper negative.
It's pretty amazing to me that these digital devices can see things that are hidden to our eyes. But there are many things I do not understand - most things, I suspect - even (and maybe especially) when they can be explained. Satisfied enough with the mystery, and the Art.
Thank you, James. An amazing gift which I look forward to tripping with again.
Acrylic on paper, 50x40cm. finished on 15-3-2020. painted when I was kinda insecure about a certain situation. Seems IT payed of this time. while I am not in favor of Insecurity ☺️
"The truth is dead."
Our society is obsessed with the lives of celebrities: Paparazzi follow stars and tabloid media stage their stories every day. Privacy becomes public and the lives of others a consumable product. The question remains as to what is real and what is staged, and whether this difference is really still of interest. A drastic answer was formulated by the British photographer Alison Jackson in 2020: "The truth is dead. Nothing we are shown is trustworthy, everything can be fake and nothing is authentic. What does this knowledge do to us?"
She makes photo collages (photo montage) and uses doubles ...
„Die Wahrheit ist tot."
Unsere Gesellschaft ist besessen vom Leben der Prominenten: Paparazzi verfolgen Stars und Boulevardmedien inszenieren tagtäglich deren Geschichten. Privatsphäre wird öffentlich und das Leben der Anderen zum konsumierbaren Produkt. Es bleibt die Frage, was echt ist und was inszeniert und ob dieser Unterschied wirklich noch von Interesse ist. Eine drastische Antwort formulierte die britische Fotografin Alison Jackson 2020: „Die Wahrheit ist tot. Nichts, was uns gezeigt wird, ist vertrauenswürdig, alles kann gefälscht sein und nichts ist authentisch. Was macht dieses Wissen mit uns?“
Sie macht Fotokollagen/Fotomontage und setzt Doubles ein ...
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Model: Krystal Marston
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If you click on the image and look close, you will see that the various metal parts were clearly hand-made.
Wow.
Being "insecurely secured" is, in this case, actually a good sign. This is the closure of a barn door. It is right next to where the farm family offers products of their labors to the public. The fresh flowers, fruit, vegetables, etc. are sold via an honor system. Prices are displayed for each product. You take what you want, add up your bill, and drop money into a little locked box.
The barn and its outdoor sales area are not on the main road, so there is potentially an opportunity for theft and worse. It apparently happens rarely if at all; an encouraging sign in our troubled times.
Location: Village of Oetlingen, District of Lörrach, Baden-Württemberg DE.
In my album: Dan^s Doors and Gates.
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Im going through some stuff I don’t want to spill all of it here … but at the wedding yesterday seeing that x with a new girlfriend brought up allot of insecurities. She didn’t look that hot I looked allot better and the minute my ego saw that and kept on reaping it in my head I realized how insecure I really am. And it also brought to my attention that again I met a man that loves me but isn’t with me. And that made me very very sad.
I don’t get it … I get it but I don’t get it.
I never thought meeting my man would fix my life or fix my insecurities never! I actually knew that the one who will be my man will be the one I will struggle with the most cause when its that special it doesn’t come easily you are always tested to see if you appreciate it and if you are worthy of it. Maybe he doesn’t know he is yet… I don’t know…
I just don’t understand what I am suppose to do with my self now… I really don’t.
A crumbling seat in the lawn. Bokeh shot with the F5 and the Neopan Acros 100. An old shot from my archive.
NIKON F5, Nikkor 85mm F1.8D, Fujifilm Neopan Across 100, Self-development, Wide Open
I finally caught up with Joey, sitting quietly at the back of our house. He has become traumatized by his daily feeding of his medicine and supplements that he finds a quiet place to hide from our maid, Saniyem.
Actually our maid is kind towards the cats, especially Joey but she has a rather loud voice and constantly talks on her phone on speaker mode. As a result, he now spends his time at the top of the stairs, afraid to go down. It's either the stairs, in my bedroom, below the cupboard in the porch or back here.
Joey doesn't eat much at any one time but he nibbles every few hours. Sometimes his leftover food gets eaten by Sunny and Cherie, leaving him hungry. Joey doesn't ask for food unless he's extremely famished and by then he would be throwing up stomach acid. 😥
I don't know if his overall kidney health is on the decline but I think he has gained some weight, judging from his looks.
I haven't been active on Flickr lately as Joey is giving me a rather difficult and trying time. It's very frustrating having to second guess what he likes to eat (other than Temptations treats) and his interest in food is waning. 😓
I fear that this might signal his declining health. I do treat his ears at home whenever he gets an itch but I'm trying my best to spare him from another trip to the vet. Joey's been through a lot and he holds the record of having the most number of vet visits and hospitalizations. 😐
I'll be everything that I wanna be
I am confidence in insecurity
I am a voice yet waiting to be heard
I'll shoot the shot, bang, that you hear round the world
And I'm a one girl revolution.
Excuse the grain. & yes, ladies & gentlemen, I know I have a massive ass.
For some completely messed up reason I woke up before 7am this morning && I couldn't sleep for ages. When I woke up I read the paper & made lunch while texting Hannah deciding what we were going to do today.
I walked up to town - IN THE RAIN - & met Hannah while she ran some errands for her mum. Then we went back to her house & spent ages looking through cookery books before deciding to make butterfly cakes. After all that we ate butterfly cakes while watching TV with her dad & then we walked back to school while she walked Chester who seemed determined to trip me up.
My Benny had to be taken to the vets today for an x-ray because they thought that he had a piece of grass up his nose (he didn't) so because he had been sedated we were told we weren't allowed to let him out in case he collapsed somewhere. Now, for WEEKS I have been telling my parents that I hate them leaving the doors open all over the house because it makes me freezing, but they keep doing it and BENNY ESCAPED & WE CAN'T FIND HIM ANYWHERE. I love that kitty so much. He is my baby && I'm so worried for him.
So then in the evening I ate dinner with my parents (potato skins) while my brother was out at his running club, & then I watched The Little Mermaid, went outside to take photos.
I originally tried this fairy wings photo because I want to do a series with them, but it was too dark & the flash ruined it & without the flash it was too grainy. My Mom helped me take some of the fairy wing photos but it started raining so she went inside & I stayed out. My wings are now drying by the boiler. As a last resort I went & lay across our freezers.
&& then I came inside & watched TV while trying to fix this photo. Not as grainy as it originally was. The other one I took was worse.
& MY PARENTS JUST TOLD ME BENNY'S BACK.
Okay, he was totally soaked, && I towel dried him & he purred loudly & happily & then I had a long conversation with my parents in the kitchen where we discussed my birthday.
My last three birthdays haven't been great really, so I'm not bothering to celebrate them in anyway, but my Dad said ages ago that I should go out for dinner with my family so tonight my Dad said we could go anywhere I wanted, but THEN my Mom says that actually my brother has an exam the next day so we can't go out. FFS. That's not fair. They told me I could go out for lunch. Sunday lunch. Oh joy. && then they said maybe Saturday night, oh wait, no, they have a function to go to, & there is no damn way I'm going out on Friday night. Seriously. I hate birthdays. They are always so shit. Ugh. I'm feeling down now. & angry. My brother has been getting so much support for his exams from my parents (which I never got) so if we are going to go out as a family he can damn well miss out on one night of revision.
AAARGH.
I guess I'd say the same if I was my brother, but the thing is my brother doesn't even really care about revising.
Anyway, I'M GETTING MY HAIR DONE TOMORROW. YAY!!!
I need sleep. I have Eucharist tomorrow. I sing well in practises, but never as well in public. Which sucks. && then I'm going with Hannah & my Mom to get my hair done & buy presents for teachers for all the extra help they've given me. & then I have a choir concert in the evening.
Buenas Noches. (I wish more of my friends spoke Spanish because it's much easier to text in Spanish than in English.)
100/365
These are the first images I have created whilst being at university. The theme I am setting myself for the current module I am working on is intimacy - within taking a photograph and the actual photograph its self.
With these photographs I considered peoples insecurities and wanted this to appear raw. I'm finding it rather difficult for the ideas to manifest but I feel they are on there way - hopefully :)
“El ser cerrado conmigo mismo me provoca mucha negatividad. El candado simboliza mi imposibilidad de mostrarme plenamente como soy. Esta sensación hace que desconfíe de todo el mundo. Mi objetivo es conseguir abrir el candado y poder mostrarme al cien por cien sin temor a lo que puedan pensar los demás.” Oriol.
“Being closed with myself causes me a lot of negativity. The padlock symbolizes my inability to fully show myself as I am. This feeling makes me distrust to everyone. My aim is to open the padlock and being able to be myself without fear of what others may think.” Oriol.
textures by prareeerica and les brumes
Okay, so i'm going to do my own 52 week thing. hopefully, i will become a better photographer/artist:-)
I couldn't figure out how to crop this, so i used picnik to help w/that part.
1. I tend to have insecurities about the way I look. I especially don't like having my own picture taken, but doesn't everyone have something that they are insecure about? Yet, they don't like to share.... Well I hope that by doing the 52 week thing that I will be able to get past them. So, I've decided to give you bits of information about me w/each picture. Just little thing about me and hopefully you will understand.
This is a poem if wrote for my best friend for chirstmas. seeing as I was so poor I had little else to give. But she has been a rock to me this past year and still is my shoulder to cry on and I love her to pieces. Even though she has her own worries and insecurities she still sticks by me, so I wrote her this, to show her exactly how I feel.
Why dost thou so wound my heart
And kill the think I loved in stride
To match the less than what thou art
‘Tis another form of suicide
If in thine mirror you could see
All I have come to see in thee
How it wounds, as I behold
And see the love-left scars you bare
To see thine own love run so cold
And to never with another share
Time shall always mend thy pain
And thou shalt learn to love again
Yet for you to be bequeathed
To another mortal soul
Search thy pieces deep beneath
And make thee once again a whole
One must to thine own self look
Before thee can another brook.
And should thee need help in this
That’s why, my friend, you have I
I’ll take those pieces thee have missed
And probe them with a careful eye
In the hopes you too will see
All I have come to see in thee.
A goddess sent in human guise
You light the world where you do go
Yes, beauty not only outward lies
But deep within thy very soul
A woman, whose beauty’s fair and true
You’ll find men will always follow you
And I’ve ne’er seen you fight as hard
As when fighting for a needy friend
This unbound loyalty makes thee a star
And why I’ll follow thee till the end.
And best of all, you cannot see
Aught of wrong or fault in me
And to thine talents, take a look
Showcase them with an actors flair
Beautiful words you pen to book
And mellifluous songs to air
Do not discount all you can do
You are amazing, through and through
Thy mind is sharp, thy wits are keen
None shall have thee for a fool
So much more than what you seem
You’ll never be another’s tool
Woe is he, who’s found beset
By your fearsome intellect
And to the last but less then none
The strength that burns inside your heart
Not the kind that lifts in tonnes
But what keeps you going through the dark
You’ve a strength you have not known
But to many, like me, its clearly shown
So when you next chance to brook
Through thine mirrors glassy eye
Take instead a closer look
You shall find you cannot deny
And finally you too can see
All I have come to see in thee
This image speaks to me for many reasons: 1) it speaks of body insecurity, a need to alter how we look and change our physical appearance. 2) My masking with my Autism makes me feel as though I am blending into my surroundings, that I need to do this in order to be accepted. 3) Similarly, the need to fit in, to adapt to my surroundings in order to be accepted, no matter how uncomfortable it may be. 4) Alternatively, feeling different. How we feel like an alien in our everyday.
These are all the ways I connect with this piece, and why I felt the need to create it. How do you connect with it?
‘a conscious decision.’ self portrait, October 2020. With @starryeyedkid95 kindly behind the camera, shot at @shootsatantwerpmansion with their props.
To exlpain these series a little bit...
First, this is a collaboration with my daughter. She actually came up with the idea to photograph a destroyed Barbie, and she did it with her own two hands.
Her explanation is this:
"A stupid girl who led her life like those girls in hip-hop videos and ruined it. Now all her insecurities are showing."
"Until you cross the bridge of your insecurities, you can't begin to explore your possibilities." Tim Fargo.
While driving back to Cádiz after my photographic journey in Castilla y León during Easter, I decided to stop in Mérida to photograph its magnificent Roman Bridge, one of the longest in antiquity (790 meters), and that even today, 21 centuries later of its construction, it allows us to cross from one bank to the other of the Guadiana River.
Although it has 60 splendid arches, I decided to simplify my photograph, so that only some of them could be seen with their almost perfect reflection in the water of the river, a decision that was reinforced since the bank of the Guadiana where I was located it was quite dirty. The clouds that had been spectacular throughout the day disappeared almost completely before sunset, so because of the little interest in the sky I opted for a long exposure during blue hour. Unfortunately I was surprised that despite being Saturday during a holiday period, the lights of the bridge weren´t turned on. So I had to wait for it to be illuminated with the light pollution of the street lamps, part of which can also be seen in the lower limit of the image. However, even though I found this series of difficulties that I did not expect, I did not let them fill me with insecurity, and I searched among the possibilities that would lead me to get an image that would reflect the beauty of one of the most incredible Roman bridges that remain in the world.
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"Hasta que cruzas el puente de tus inseguridades, no puedes comenzar a explorar tus posibilidades." Tim Fargo.
Mientras conducía de vuelta a Cádiz tras mi viaje fotográfico de Semana Santa por Castilla y León, decidí pararme en Mérida para fotografiar su magnífico Puente Romano, uno de los más largos de la antigüedad (790 metros), y que aún hoy, 21 siglos después de su construcción, permite cruzar de una orilla a la otra del río Guadiana.
Aunque cuenta con 60 espléndidos arcos, decidí simplificar mi fotografía, de modo que solo se apreciaran algunos de ellos con su reflejo casi perfecto en el agua del río, decisión que se vio reforzada ya que la ribera del Guadiana donde me encontraba estaba bastante sucia y descuidada. Las nubes que habían sido espectaculares durante todo el día desaparecieron casi por completo antes del atardecer, por lo que dado el poco interés del cielo opté por una larga exposición a la hora azul. Lamentablemente me sorprendió que a pesar de ser un sábado de período vacacional, no se encendieran las luces del puente. Por lo que tuve que esperar a que se iluminara con la contaminación lumínica de las farolas, parte de la cual se puede apreciar también en el límite inferior de la imagen. No obstante, a pesar de que encontré esta serie de dificultades que no esperaba, no dejé que me llenaran de inseguridad, y busqué entre las posibilidades que me llevaran a conseguir una imagen que reflejara la belleza de unos los puentes romanos más increíbles que se conservan.
All By Myself
Eric Carmen
Hard to be sure
Sometimes I feel so insecure
And love so distant and obscure
Remains the cure
All by myself
Don't wanna be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live, all by myself anymore
When I was young
I never needed anyone
And makin' love was just for fun
Those days are gone
All by myself
Don't wanna be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don't wanna live, all by myself anymore
Shot this image back in 2011 on my last trip to Ireland. Scored a great sunset this night. This lighthouse is about a 15 min drive from my home town of Tralee in Co. Kerry. Hope you like "All By Myself". Cheers, Mike
so i love this photo. i don't know why, it just makes me feel happy.
and that is awesome (that it makes me feel something.) i know i like a photo if it makes me feel a certain way. it has made an impression on me. that's what i always aim to do when i take pictures but usually none of the emotion is translated in the photo.
i have many things to learn, because, wheres the fun in knowing everything?
i had felt insecure and pretty unwell about coming here, but only til doing so, i learned that i should have trusted my intuition.
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Model: Rachel
Camera: Nikon D700
Concept:
For this shoot I have been looking at insecurities and how we often hide behind a persona to escape our true emotion.
I am always trying to improve my work so please help me by giving me a little feedback on what you think and I will make sure to return the favor (don't be afraid to criticize). Thanks a lot.
There is so much insecurity where I live that all houses have fences,lot of them are horrible.
People panics if the see someone with a camera at the front of their houses. I have to talked with a security man and convince I was doing nothing wrong when I was shooting this, probably I felt bad if someone were taking photos of my house,it is sad.
Fences can be beautiful but it is no nice needing it.
Another one from the archives that no one has ever seen. Four minutes of full moon (and a kiss of flashlight) in Pearsonville, September 2010.
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