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Rodinal 1:50, 7:15min @ 24degC, agitate 1min, then 10sec every minute
I keep on floating not knowing
If there is more for me
Don't want to sink beneath waves of negativity
I'm going under
I'm afraid that I might drown
If this is real
I need you now
Can you hold me together
Can your love reach down this far
Can you hold me together
'Cause without You holding my heart
I'm falling apart
Falling apart
Hold me together Lord
Hold Me Together - Royal Tailor
Whom have I in heaven but You? And earth has nothing I desire besides You? My flesh and heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.
~ Psalm 73:25-26
It's not easy finding what you really want. Often times, you tend to allow others to influence and decide what you want in life. This week, i was inspired by a couple of little events that bought me such happiness and bliss that no money can buy. The fulfillment which no success in any business could have given me. The kindness, the love and the compassionate that shines so much more than material things can bring me. I was reminded of what i really want ~ to serve others to make a little difference and to balance it off with my own inner happiness for myself. Sometimes a little act or a little sharing makes more difference than you can ever expect. This week, i allowed myself to work, strive and pause to enjoy what i already have. No amount of money is ever enough, the wanting in the world has no end but the peace and contentment do. This is what i truly want ~ peace and contentment.
Keira can't decide what she really want ~ the Hello Kitty or the Keroppi or the Bunny or the Panda shoes. I influenced her to go with the Hello Kitty shoes (naughty me).
Have a beautiful Sunday.
Love to you and yours.
Watching the moon
at midnight,
solitary, mid-sky,
I knew myself completely,
no part left out.
-----Izumi Shikibu
Please don't comment. This is a duplicate picture of "A Mixture of Lovely Flowers." Oops, I didn't mean to bring this picture up again. After hearing of a stolen picture yesterday, I added my name for protection. 20,477 views. (Now I have two copies of this picture on Flickr--not knowing this would happen.) Explore 11-1-07. Thanks for all of your comments, favs, and invites------and encouragement. Explore #450 11-1-08.
Getting bored easily could very well be not being mindful enough. People move for improving their statuses. But having a habit of doing it is a problem. It's just a job. Don't fix it if it is not broken.
stencil and spray paint on standard edge canvas.
30x70 cm canvas with black painted edges
Edition of only 4 yellow.
Singed, dated and numbered on reverse.
Available here www.t3art.co.uk/page2.htm
knowing that not everyone enjoys my crappy baseball pictures... I found something else this morning to share! Two beautiful roses opened just in time for the rain :)
Took this during the summer a few months ago. It was a perfect evening and one of the most beautiful sunsets that we've witnessed. Soon this view will be quite different as the sun moves a bit further west during the colder months. Knowing that time is limited, it makes me want to head back here to capture a few more sunset images over the water. Perhaps as time allows over the next few weeks…
Speaking of time, I'll likely have zero flickr time over the next few days. I'll be doing a big art show this weekend called the Neptune Festival Art & Craft Show. It's a really big weekend here in Virginia Beach with not only the art show, but several other events happening at or around the beach. If you're local I'm sure you know about it, so come check it out and say hello :) If you're interested, more info here.
The sun goes down as the city lights
Pave their way through the darkest night
Raindrops fall as an old man cries
Never thought to ever think twice
Of all [S]he had, of all [s]he lost
A selfish life and guess comes with the cost
Same old streets, just a different name
Same old house, just the family's changed
Pickett fence, the window stains
Freedom spells by a man in chains
The silence is all we have to give
And the memories of a life, I wish we'd lived
From all that you made
That you lost or threw away
Traded in for a brand new life
But I can't, can't let go, can't turn around
Hold my head high and walk away
Knowing this bird was a Woodpecker, I judged its features compared to all of the adult birds in the overall family that I know to be regular, if not common, up here. This is one of only a few juvenile male Williamson's Sapsucker that I have ever imaged... or even IDed up here. The clinching field marks are the all black back and the yellow belly. It's quite advanced, but still lacks the red throat. At this time of year I concentrate on juvie images... the young birds change so fast, and quality images are lacking in the usual reference sources. ( I welcome comments and/or corrections to these IDs.) The female Williamson's juvie had been captured in prior years... it's so distinctive that its ID is pretty straight forward. It looks a lot like the largely dissimilar (to the males) Mom.
IMG_3004; Williamson's Sapsucker
Knowing how to change the background is handy if you have an image you like but the background is not flattering.
youtu.be/fF2F2mXsRog Full Feature
Anna May Wong, Warner Oland, Sessue Hayakawa
World-class Asian criminal genius Fu Manchu seeks retribution on the hated enemy he holds responsible for the murder of his wife and son, enlisting his equally sinister daughter until she's diverted by a crafty Scotland yard inspector. One of the numerous Sax Rohmer screen adaptations from the early sound era.
Princess Ling Moy, a young and beautiful Chinese aristocrat lives next door, unbeknownst to her, to Dr. Fu Manchu, a brilliant but twisted genius who is out to rule the world. She is involved with Ah Kee, a handsome young man, who also unbeknownst to her, is a secret agent out to thwart the heinous plots of Fu Manchu. As it turns out, Fu is not only her next-door neighbor, he is also, (unbeknownst to her), her father. When she finds out, will she take her father's part and fight the men out to get Fu, or will she become a brave heroine and save the world even if it is from the devious doings of her own Dad? Yes, it's dated, and there isn't nearly enough of Warner Oland in it; but it moves along well, has a lot of action, Wong and Hayakawa were fine actors, and if you're a Charley Chan fan, it's worth it to how much, if any, of Fu Oland used when creating Charley Chan.
FIRST ASIAN AMERICAN STAR!
Written by PHILIP LEIBFRIED
Her complexion was described as "a rose blushing through old ivory;" she was beautiful, tall (5'7"), slender, and Chinese-American. The last fact kept her from attaining the highest echelon among Hollywood's pantheon of stars, but it did not affect her popularity, nor keep her from becoming a household name. She was Anna May Wong, nee Wong Liu Tsong, a name which translates to "Frosted Yellow Willows," and she was born, appropriately enough, on Flower Street in Los Angeles' Chinatown on 3 January 1905, above her father's laundry. Anna May Wong's contribution to show business is a unique one; she was the first Asian female to become a star, achieving that stardom at a time when bias against her race was crushing. With determination and talent allied to her exotic beauty, she remained the only Asian female star throughout her forty-year career, never fully overcoming all prejudices in maintaining that position. Perhaps the rediscovery of her art will elevate her star to the pantheon of great performers and serve as a guiding light to Asian performers who still struggle to find their rightful place. Anna May Wong's life and career is something that is important for all who value greatly the Asian / Asian Pacific American communities' many artists and what we can all contribute!
Excerpt from : That Old Feeling: Anna May Wong
Part II of Richard Corliss' tribute to the pioneer Chinese-American star.
Daughter of the Dragon. Paramount 1931.
Based on a Fu Manchu novel by Sax Rohmer.
Daughter of the Dragon extended the curse sworn by Dr. Fu on the Petrie family to the next generation. Fu Manchu (Warner Oland), long ago injured and exiled in an attempt on Petrie Sr., returns to London and confronts the father: "In the 20 years I have fought to live," he says in his florid maleficence, "the thought of killing you and your son has been my dearest nurse." He kills the father, is mortally wounded himself and, on his deathbed, reveals his identity to his daughter Ling Moy (Wong) and elicits her vow that she will "cancel the debt" to the Fu family honor and murder the son, Ronald (Bramwell Fletcher)... who, dash it all, is madly infatuated with Ling Moy. Ronald has seen "Princess Ling Moy Celebrated Oriental Dancer" perform, and the vision has made him woozy. "I wish I could find a word to describe her," this calf-man effuses. "Exotic that's the word! And she's intriguing, if you know what I mean." In a near-clinch, Ling Moy wonders if a Chinese woman can appeal to a British toff. When he begs her to "chuck everything and stay," she asks him, "If I stayed, would my hair ever become golden curls, and my skin ivory, like Ronald's?" But the lure of the exotic is hard to shake. "Strange," he says, "I prefer yours. I shall never forget your hair and your eyes." They almost kiss ... when an off-camera scream shakes him out of his dream. It is from his girlfriend Joan (Frances Dade), and the societal message is as clear and shrill: white woman alerting white man to treachery of yellow woman. Ling Moy, a nice girl, previously unaware of her lineage, might be expected to struggle, at least briefly, with the shock of her identity and the dreadful deed her father obliges her to perform. But Wong makes an instant transformation, hissing, "The blood is mine. The hatred is mine. The vengeance shall be mine." Just before his death, Fu mourns that he has no son to kill Ronald. But, in a good full-throated reading, Wong vows: "Father, father, I will be your son. I will be your son!" The audience then has the fun of watching her stoke Ronald's ardor while plotting his death. When she is with him, pleading and salesmanship radiate from her bigeyes. But when an ally asks her why she keeps encouraging the lad, she sneers and says, "I am giving him a beautiful illusion. Which I shall crush." As a villainess, she is just getting started. Revealing her mission to Ronald, she tells him she plans to kill Joan "Because you must have a thousand bitter tastes of death before you die." (The ripe dialogue is by Hollywood neophyte Sidney Buchman, whose distinguished list of credits would include Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, Here Comes Mr Jordan and The Talk of the Town.) She soon ascends on a geyser of madness as she decides on a new torture: "My vengeance is inspired tonight. You will first have the torture of seeing her beauty eaten slowly away by this hungry acid." An aide holds a hose gadget over Joan's soon-to-be-corroded face, and Ronald cries for Ling Moy to stop. Very well she says. "Ling Moy is merciful." She barks at Ronald: "Kill her!" He must decide if his favorite white girl is to be etched with acid or stabbed to death. Great stuff! Melodrama is the art of knowing how precisely too far to goThe film is a triangle: not so much of Ling Moy, Ronald and Joan as of Ling Moy, Ronald and a Chinese detective, Ah Kee, played by Sessue Hayakawa, the Japanese actor who in the teens was Hollywood's first Asian male star. He's not plausibly Chinese here, and he is in a constant, losing battle with spoken English. But he is a part of movie history, in the only studio film of the Golden Age to star two ethnically Asian actors. And he gives his emotive all to such lines as "It is the triumph of irony that the only woman I have ever deeply loved should be born of the blood that I loathe." And in the inevitable double-death finale neither the villainess nor the noble detective can survive the machinations of Hollywood justice he gently caresses the long hair of the lady he would love to have loved. "Flower Ling Moy," he says, a moment before expiring. "A flower need not love, but only be loved. As Ah Kee loved you."
The Personal Anna May Wong
This 5'7 beauty loved to study and could speak in an English accent, as well as being fluent in German and French with more than a passing knowledge of other tongues including Italian and Yiddish. For exercise she rode horses, played golf, and tennis. She liked to cook and regaled her guests with succulent Chinese dishes at frequent dinner parties. She preferred casual clothes, wearing slacks and sweaters at home, but cultivated an oriental motif in her very smart formal wardrobe. She studied singing with Welsh tenor Parry Jones before she participated in the film Limehouse Blues as George Raft's mistress. Anna loved to dance to contemporary music. Anna was quoted as saying, "I think I got my first chance because they thought I was peculiar. But, now I like to believe that the public are fond of me because they think I'm nice."
The story of Anna May Wong’s life traced the arc of triumph and tragedy that marked so many of her films. Wong's youthful ambition and screen appeal got her farther than anyone else of her race. But her race, or rather Hollywood's and America's fear of giving Chinese and other non-whites the same chance as European Americans, kept her from reaching the Golden Mountaintop. We can be startled and impressed by the success she, alone, attained. And still weask: Who knows what Anna May Wong could have been allowed to achieve if she
had been Anna May White?
Anna May Wong passed away on Feb. 3rd 1961 she was 56 years old.
Filmography:
The Red Lantern. Metro 1919. The First Born. Robertson Cole 1921.
Shame. Fox 1921. Bits of Life. Assoc. First National 1921.
The First Born. Robertson Cole 1921. Thundering Dawn. Universal 1923
The Toll of the Sea. Metro 1922 Drifting. Universal 1923 Fifth Avenue. PRC 1926.
Lillies of the Field. Assoc. First National 1924. The Thief of Bagdad. United Artists 1924
The Fortieth Door. Pathé serial 1924. The Alaskan. Paramount 1924.
Peter Pan. Paramount 1924. Forty Winks. Paramount 1925.
The Silk Bouquet/The Dragon Horse. Hi Mark Prod. 1926 The Desert's Toll. MGM 1926.
A Trip to Chinatown. Fox 1926. The Chinese Parrot. Universal. 1927.
Driven from Home. Chadwick 1927. Mr. Wu. MGM 1927.
Old San Francisco. Warner Bros. 1927. Why Girls Love Sailors. Pathé short 1927.
The Devil Dancer. United Artists 1927. Streets of Shanghai. Tiffany 1927.
Across to Singapore. MGM 1928. Pavement Butterfly (aka City Butterfly).
The City Butterfly. German 1929. Across to Singapore. MGM 1928.
The Crimson City. Warner Bros. 1928. Song. German 1928
Chinatown Charlie. First National 1928. Piccadilly, British International 1929.
Elstree Calling. British International 1930. The Flame of Love. British International 1930.
Hay Tang. German 1930. L'Amour Maitre Des Choses. French 1930.
Daughter of the Dragon. Paramount 1931. Shanghai Express. Paramount 1932.
A Study in Scarlet. World Wide 1933. Tiger Bay. Associated British 1933.
Chu Chin Chow. Gaumont 1934. Java Head. Associated British 1934.
Limehouse Blues. Paramount 1934. Daughter of Shanghai. Paramount 1937.
Hollywood Party. MGM short subject 1937. Dangerous to Know. Paramount 1938.
The Toll of the Sea. Metro 1922. The Thief of Bagdad 1924
Shanghai Express 1932
This was the photo for the pencil challenge. I had spent the whole hour not knowing what to do and I had about 10 minutes left when I noticed that these leaves were the same shade of yellow as the pencil, so I tried to quickly set this photo up and make the pencil look like a tree. I broke some twigs to make branches and set the leaves in place and got this image. And I am very proud of it.
"Keep smilin', keep shinin'
Knowing you can always count on me for sure
That's what friends are for
For good times and bad times
I'll be on your side forever more
That's what friends are for"
- Burt Bacharach/Carole King
Trolley - New Orleans, 1955. “After seeing these pictures, you end up finally not knowing any more whether a jukebox is sadder than a coffin.” - Jack Kerouac, preface to the first edition of The Americans. 😳 The boy. The eyes. The hands. | #SothebysPhotographs #robertfrank #theamericans #nycart #artmuseum #artgallery #auction #photography #exhibition #newyorkart #art #gallery #sothebys #christies #artnerd #arthistory #instaart #culture #artsy #galleryart #masterpiece #creative #photooftheday #artoftheday #photographer #filmphotography #filmisnotdead
Our memory is a landscape, our bodies are its map. We can trace lines with our fingers that will take us down roads, we can find markings that symbolize a monument in our past; these are our scars.
For a series on mapping, I took to photographing the physical and psychological impression scars leave on a person. The ambiguity of the physical in the photograph is to pair with the ambiguity of the quote, not depicting the incident or injury, but acting as a brief view into the human psyche. Rather than romanticized and sensationalized, the photographs are gritty depictions of gritty truths.
The series Memory Markings has been made into a limited edition book which can be bought at Toronto's Gladstone Hotel briefly.
Knowing I only had a limited time in Prague, I went out in the rain to take this shot, hoping it would stop, guess what... it didn't.
I only managed to get about 3 shots trying to hold my umbrella over my camera before I gave up.
Once I escaped from the cell, I had no idea, where to go. I started to run, not knowing in which direction to go.
I picked up a knife on the run. One of the smugglers had left it on a table. I heard the smugglers, shouting at eachother. They were close. I had to find a way out of the prison. Suddenly I had an idea: The other prisoners could help me. I sprinted to the next cell. There was a man inside. He was surprised when he saw me. I looked at the cell’s energy shield. There was a controll panel nearby. Without thinking I cut through the case, searching for the power cable. There it was ! I cut through and the energy shield switched off.
„Come on ! Get out the cell !“ I shouted.
The prisoner jumped out of the cell and lunged at the smuggler, appearing at the corner of the hallway. Good ! This would make my escape a lot easier. I opened the next cell...
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My second build for the restarted group „The Jedi Order“.
A crucial part of interior design is knowing when to say when. I do know my when would have been somewhere before wallpapering the ceiling.
From the Practical Encyclopedia of Good Decorating and Home Improvement.
It's really good to know when enough is enough. Unfortunately, I have trouble with that when it comes to photography - which is good and bad.
On the good side, it keeps me shooting way past the point of physical exhaustion, and I pay for it later - but I get better stuff in the process.
On the bad side - editing. I have this awful habit of doing it late at night, without my fucking glasses... and then waking up to... WTF was I thinking?
It's a little bit embarrassing, but when I went to bed around 1am, I though this photo totally rawked, man. I couldn't wait to see it this morning and then when I did... oh. So disappointing. I can't say exactly what's wrong with it (too much detail?) but clearly I played with it waaay too much.
But I did have fun shooting it. People walking by could see my bag-o-tricks on the path with stuff spilling out of it, and Adel with her legs sticking up in the air... and they would avert their eyes, thinking they were passing some sexual hijinx (which is not unheard of; I recently received a reliable report of a couple doing soft bondage in the branches of a Garry oak.... hey, whatever works, right?). Then they'd see me off to the side with my camera and start asking questions. One lady even called a friend to describe this freaky scene she'd stumbled upon. So... yeah. I may not be getting the pictures I want, but I'm providing a unique form of local entertainment. So there.