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The woman is perfected
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
Sylvia Plath
Well, it took almost a year and a half to do what is supposed to be done in a year. Man this was harder than I thought. I have loved the support from all of my flickr friends...but seriously....I am tired of my face!
Desenvolvimento do novo hotsite oficial da cantora Natalia Damini
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Direção de arte e design: Dony Borba
Programação: Fabio Weydson
Tratamento: Alex Roberto
Fotografia: Hay Torres
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I posted this image some time ago as a selective colour image highlighting the contra bass with colour. I have always liked it but I don't think it was received all that well. Maybe a full colour rendition will do better. The image was taken in New York City in Washington Square. This guy stacked his quarters very neatly beside his bag before counting the BIG money.
© 2011 James Duckworth
I know it's over, but it's a way to think / care about something which is missed ..
Note:
- No Digital Edit / No Post Process
They knew that the water was deadly.
And they still let mothers come home from the hospital with their newborn babies and mix that water with formula.
They let school children drink it.
They knew exactly what they were doing.
It was their 'dirty little secret.'
They knew that a cancer causing chemical called vinyl chloride had contaminated the well because the Environmental Protection Agency had told them that in a letter 1986.
I knew there was deadlier stuff in the water before I'd even seen that letter.
That letter was the 'smoking gun' that I held in my hands.
I couldn't believe that we'd found it.
My hands were trembling as I read it.
We also had the letter that they wrote back to the EPA that year... the one where they said they weren't going to use that well anymore.
I had those fuckers.
And I had 'em good.
They were right in the 'crosshairs' now.
Justice was a comin'.
And it looked like justice would be comin' on an express train.
It was just a matter of figuring out who I could get to pull the trigger.
I'd sent 'em a letter... the one the judge would 'compliment' me on later... after he had to black out the entire body of that letter to not 'inflame' the jury... when we all had to go back into his chambers he'd said something like 'Mr. Minder... in all my life as a judge I have never seen a more obnoxious letter written to a public official.'
It was hard for me to hide my pride right at that moment.
I didn't really want His Honor to see me beaming.
I think the judge was referring to the part where I told the Chief of Police that 'I've got your nuts in a nutcracker and I'm gonna keep on squeezing them unless you do the right thing.'
I think I mighta said something about them 'popping' too.
It's too bad the jury couldn't have read that.
I think they would have got a kick out of it.
Trials are such serious business.
The jury really looked like they needed something to wake them up.
Freakin' letter nearly got me charged with 'witness tampering' and blackmail... even I knew it was pretty close to the edge of reason.
It's just that I've always been one to 'push it' you know?
I'd always found that when you're tormenting your adversary that getting them to visualize what ultimately was gonna happen to them long before it happened would kinda fuck with their heads.
Two books really helped me to defeat these guys... Sun Tzu's 'Art of War' and the US Army Special Forces 'Guide to Psychological Operations.'
Sun Tzu was the master of 'the nutcracker.'
I just never figured when I wrote the damn letter that the 'nutcracker' was gonna be about sixteen federal agents storming the place.
Since then I've learned a little about taking down corrupt politicians... it's a lot like playing pool... it's all about the angles.
And you gotta have balls.
Lots of them.
There's no telling how many documents they'd shredded in the days and nights before the feds raided the place and walked away with sixteen big boxes of their records.
Somehow I'd figured that they'd been tipped off... they knew that the raid was coming.
I was tipped off and I don't even throw big fundraising dinners for the Attorney General.
That's how I got to be leaning on the side of my pickup truck smoking a cigarette across the street from the water department when the raid went down.
I wanted them to see me see them get their asses handed to them on a platter.
I was there to see the 'perp walk' and I'd even brought my camera.
The feds brought a bunch of guys in those blue windbreakers that said 'Federal Agent' or 'FBI' or 'EPA' on them.
I think they wear them so they don't shoot each other.
They also brought a Blackhawk helicopter.
I think that was just for 'effect.'
Nothing says you're about to get your ass kicked like a Blackhawk helicopter hovering over your office really low... and that cool helicopter goin' 'thumpety thump thump' overhead just added so much atmosphere to the whole shebang.
It was a little 'shock and awe.'
It felt really good to watch.
I mean... I had a score to settle... I'd told them that... I told them that if they didn't do right that I would take them down.
I told 'em that I'd 'make it my hobby.'
I taunted them with it.
This was personal.
They fucked with the wrong guy's family.
And there I was... leanin' on my truck smokin' that cigarette right in front of their office when it was 'showtime.'
I felt like such a badass.
And man... that helicopter was so cool.
It was like a bonus just for me I thought... because I love that shit.
What a show!
I didn't know until the news reporters pulled up that I'd just witnessed history.
A television reporter told me that this was the first time that the EPA had ever executed a search warrant on another government office.
But then the whole scandal was one of epic proportions.
This was the biggest intentional poisoning of people ever perpetrated in the United States.
That whole 'indian blanket smallpox genocide episode' doesn't count because the British did that and it really wasn't the United States yet.
Someone told me that the lights at Village Hall were on late into the night for the three nights previous to the raid.
I have no doubt that they were havin' a shreddin' party.
It was too late for them to hide what they'd done now.
Krista and I had our own box of documents.
Documents that Krista'd obtained by sending a bunch of Freedom of Information Act (FOIA) requests to both the city and the EPA.
They knew the hammer was about to drop on 'em.
They had plenty of warning,
The Mole and I knew who the fall guy was gonna be long before the raid had even taken place.
We made sure that The Fall Guy had gotten the message a few days before the FBI and the US EPA busted into the place.
The Mole told The Fall Guy what was coming down and he told The Fall Guy that he'd better start to copy the documents that exonnerated him and start to cover his own ass or he'd be the one going to prison for all of this.
When the feces hit the fan it was gonna be everyman for himself.
Panicked perpetrators would be cutting deals with the feds... jumpin' in front of each other to be the first one to get the deal made.
The Fall Guy was gonna need those documents really bad.
Supposedly he finished making his copies just before the raid.
I heard it was a full file box worth of documents that he'd made copies of.
The paranoia was soon justified when The Fall Guy said that he couldn't be sure... but that it looked like 'that' box of documents wasn't carted out during the raid.
It appeared that the entire box had dissapeared from the Water Department the night before.
This shit just kept getting deeper.
From the series 'There's Something in the Water' here on Flickr... www.flickr.com/photos/light_seeker/sets/72157627041317913...
This flying ant was one several that really didn't get very far from the nest on what should have been a journey to a new breeding place. The ants produce so many of them as the attrition rate is very high.
Explored. Highest Position: #68 3/16/2009
Incubus: Mexico
“You could see me reaching,
So why couldn’t you have met me halfway?
You could see me bleeding
But you could not put pressure on the wound
You only think about yourself”
She Wants Revenge: Someone Must Get Hurt
“I can tell you’d like some sympathy
But I can’t fix you and you don’t want me,
How can I trust you?
How could you need me now?
It’s getting to be so cold
The decision is in that I won’t break
You can’t even run with our lives at stake
Well someone must get hurt
And it won't be me
A Perfect Circle: 3 Libras
“Cause I threw you the obvious
To see what occurs behind the
Eyes of a fallen angel
Eyes of a tragedy
Oh well oh well apparently nothing
Apparently nothing at all
You don’t see me
You don’t see me at all”
The Bravery: The Ocean
“All of these moments are lost in time
But you’re caught in my head like a thorn on a vine
Took forever to amend me and I wonder why
Do I wish I’ve never known you at all?”
Jem: Missing You
“I’ll always be thankful for the time we had
We were blessed and should celebrate but I feel too sad
All the wonderful memories just make me fall apart
And it feels like somebody’s stabbed me in the heart
And I, yes I, miss you and it’s killing inside
Oh well I, yes I miss you, and want you by my side”
Modest Mouse: Little Motel
“We trade tit for tat like that for this
And I don’t think there was insult that was missed
I can see it in your eyes like I taste your lips and
There's just something about Southerners. We can have the crappiest public health, public education, highways, as well as self-absorbed, silly politicians (OK, some of them are great), and we will always maintain that we have it the best in the country! And as far as actually being a defeated people following the Civil War, it turns out that WE WON!
#TedCruz #POS
New Year's Eve
Upon lauching my sky lantern, I dream big in the coming new year. So instead of resolutions, I decided to set goals that seemed much more obtainable. (not included is that I will be undertaking my 7th installment of the 365 project)
-grow up
-be fearless
-know no evil
-be joyful
-explore
-be a leader
-follow my passions
-change lives
-be me
-forgive
-laugh
-discover new friends
-let go
-be the change
-dream big
-get to know Nicole
I'll make my own way
I'd make my own way
Don't bother counting on me, loving me
Just stand back, I'm gone
Oh, this sorry joke
You're a joke
Is all we really need
There's nothing that I'd need
Too late and too bad
I'm stuck feeling bad
Without you, I'm a mess without you
Just don't know
This is really not a joke
You're all I really need
You're all I really need
And I'm just so bored of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
And I'm just so sick of wasting my time
Love and death are always on my mind
I'll make my own way
I'd make my own way
Don't bother kissing on me, loving me
Just stand back, I'm gone
-Love & Death, The Stills
When you're the only one left in the company parking garage. #friday #weekend #itsover bit.ly/1KLS9tr
Daniel
I walked passed Daniel at first, being nervous for whatever reason I don't know as I seemingly have found my groove again with the strangers of State Street. I got up the courage and changed out my lens to something a little less obtrusive (as I'd been using my Nikkor 105mm 2.5 AI for a good chunk of the morning), I went with the ever ready and reliable 50mm f/1.4 USM. I approached cautiously as to not invade any personal space, as I intiated conversation asking him how the day was going. A simple a start to conversation as any line may have it, Daniel found himself enjoying the fine weather post snowstorm on the final day of spring. He asked me if I was getting good shots of the capitol, with a slight laugh I explained to him that my photography was more based on the people/places/ and things that make of Madison. Not as much the building it's located around, while beautiful it does get old shooting from time to time.
It was at this point where I just had to express my interest in snapping a photo of him for the project, as his whole outfit just spoke to an artistic vision in my head. The hat/scarf/jacket and to top it all of the skeleton gloves. He laughed, as he was also the artistic type (of the musician variety) and explained to me that they were the obvious choice to where today. The winter of 2013-14 will go down in the record books as the coldest winter on record (at least in my book) with at least 41 of the 89 days having a low temperature below 0. If that's not bone chilling I don't know what is, but I look forward to spring and summer as it means not only warmer temperatures but many seasonal traditions on the isthmus. After a few minutes more of chat, I asked if I could take his picture to capture the seasons with a portrait. Agreeing we snapped a few frames against the wall near the coffee shop he was stationed at for the morning, just outside to enjoy a breath of mostly fresh air. Adjusting my settings, I clicked three frames with slight variations on exposure and composition. After taking one last long drag on his cigarette, I extended my hand and introduced myself as Chris and told him where he could find the photos I capture of Madison. He was Daniel, an easy enough name to remember as my brother is Dan.
A new face for my 100 more strangers project and one to be included in the 100 Strangers group here on Flickr. Maybe I'll cross paths with Daniel again someday, be it outside a coffee house or maybe at a concert where he is making music. Either way, it's a wonderful feeling getting to know more and more interesting people that make Madison a unique place to live!
053/100
I feel. I feel so many things, but this is how I feel the most.
I feel like the universe has finally said, okay, so, you want change so bad, you want things to move forward, now's your chance. I've been waiting for that moment for a long time.
I feel in my heart and in my head that this is right, that now is the time to do this, now is the time to move forward and finally, everything I've been working for, everything I've been wanting, everything I've been needing, it's okay, it's important, it's time. Yeah, it's gonna hurt like hell, yeah it's gonna be hard, but it's gonna be worth it. My heart has finally caught up with my head and they had a discussion sometime when I wasn't paying attention (or asleep) and decided between the two of them that this was all okay and they're now on the same page.
The struggle is over.
I feel sweet resolve. Relief. But I also feel drained. Completely. And I'm not really sure why. I feel slightly down, too, but happy as well. The mixture of emotions is baffling, but it's something I'll get through.
Exhaustion.
I've not been sleeping well. I probably won't for some time because now is when the sh*t hits the fan, but that's okay too. Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after that. I still have to get myself ready. But, soon.
I can't thank those of you who have been so supportive of me enough. You will never know how much it means to me, even those who have no idea, your kind, warm, funny, encouraging comments make it that much easier. They mean the world to me.
I love photography, I love being able to express myself in a way that people can see, it's an outlet, it's a release, I love it.
Hugs, everyone!!! I hope you all have a most fantastic weekend!!!
This is our last goodbye
I hate to feel the love between us die
But it's over
Just hear this and then I'll go
You gave me more to live for
More than you'll ever know
This is our last embrace
Must I dream and always see your face
Why can't we overcome this wall
Well, maybe it's just because I didn't know you at all
Kiss me, please kiss me
But kiss me out of desire, babe, and not consolation
You know it makes me so angry cause I know that in time
I'll only make you cry, this is our last goodbye
Did you say no, this can't happen to me,
And did you rush to the phone to call
Was there a voice unkind in the back of your mind
Saying maybe you didn't know him at all
You didn't know him at all, oh, you didn't know
Well, the bells out in the church tower chime
Burning clues into this heart of mine
Thinking so hard on her soft eyes and the memories
Offer signs that it's over... it's over
i have to admit, i'm very surprised at the impact this case has had on my life, and the way i look at things. of course, there's the obvious inconvenience issue. more importantly, however, are the emotions i've noticed myself feeling throughout it. these are a few that come to mind:
-exhausted
-scared/frightened
-confident
-frustrated
-angry
-relieved
-important
-enlightened
May 9, 2008. My last day of highschool. I had to leave two weeks early, before graduation.
I lived and slept in the hospital for a week. I remember it all very clearly. The clock never ticked so slow and so fast before in my life. It's hard to explain the beginning of the end.
I can't begin to tell you how happy this makes me.
It might only be a single button press, but it represents the closure of the exam season. This means that my days can get a but more productive now.
Not that I'm feeling particularly productive right now. I'm dog tired with a banging head. Long sleep needed...