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This one if from the archives, it was taken at the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire in 2007. I posted this photo to demonstrate that it's sometimes necessary to switch over to manual focus from time to time. The lens/camera choose the easy thing to focus, which was the band-aid, but the Newt's head is out of focus. Had I just flipped the switch to manual and moved up 1", I would have gotten a better shot.
Any Comments or Critiques are welcome. What else could I have done differently?
Edit: This isn't a "Newt" per se, but a lizard known as a Anole. More info here:
A stitched panorama made from 8 photos. This image is better viewed: LARGE
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Albert Einstein.
This one reminds me of something my friend Krista would do. :) She's so good at light, pastel images.
The weather is BEYOND gorgeous here in NJ this week. I don't want it to get humid and hot again but it's coming!! It's been so nice to have the windows open.
[well i threw you the obvious,
just to see if there's more behind the
eyes of a fallen angel,
eyes of a tragedy.
here i am expecting just a little bit
too much from the wounded
but i see,
see through it all,
see through,
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This is what makes it worth hiking for up to 3 hours at a time with a giant 4x5 camera on your shoulder.
Shot With- Crown Graphic- Graflex 4X5 Camera- Fuji Fp100B Black and White Instant Film.
- sometimes i am far too patient
- when i start receiving less, i tend to give more.
- i am very sensitive to any type of emotion
- i pay attention to detail
- sometimes i rely on words far too much
- i put others first even when i know that sometimes it’s not good for me
- sometimes i forgive far too quickly
- i smile when inside i am falling apart
- a lot of the time i say that I am fine, when i know i’m not
- i’m not as defensive as i should be
I am slowly learning the entirety of who i am.
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10/1/08 - A few of my truest best friends came to the funeral today, along with the football team. It comforted me more than they'll ever know. I have learned to surround myself with good people all my life and it's definitely paid off. If I could make everything better I would, but we must accept the pain and move on. I will fly.
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"Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise." - The Beatles (Across The Universe.)
and to give you only the best of me
And when you're away
There is nothing left in me.
And too good to be true.
It’s not ugly share to say
I will learn to love you.
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It has been aggggggeeees since I last ventured out for a spot of proper Light Painting. And of course, I am so glad that I did. I always forget just how therapeutic it is!
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To honor my husband's ethnic heritage, I try as often as possible to learn to play works by Belgian composers. Jongen is undoubtedly one of the finest but many of his works require organ playing skills more advanced than my own. Many organists will know and love his 4 Pieces, Op. 37, which includes the beautiful Prière [listen to Randall Mullin's fine performance on the Father Willis organ of Hereford Cathedral 9via Hauptwerk); youtu.be/KA-vN2TPDQY], which I also play, though far less skillfully than Mr. Mullin.
But instead of working again on the Op. 37 pieces, I have today added a different Jongen work to my practice/playlist: the Prière from his 2 Pieces, Op. 118, published in 1940.
Alaminos, Pangasinan
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I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
I'm a young soul
In this very strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout what is true and fake
But why all this hate?
Try to communicate
Finding trust and love is not always easy to make
la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
This is a happy end
'Cause you don't understand
Everything you have done
Why's everything so wrong?
This is a happy end
Come and give me your hand
I'll take you far away
I'm a new soul
I came to this strange world
Hoping I could learn a bit bout how to give and take.
But since I came here,
Felt the joy and the fear
Finding myself making every possible mistake
I'm a new soul... (la, la, la, la,...)
In this very strange world...
Every possible mistake
Possible mistake
Every possible mistake
Mistakes, mistakes, mistakes...
Take take take take take... take a mistake
Take, take a mistake
Take, take a mistake
(oh oh oh oh...)
~ Yaël Naim
on top of her own fence - she has been in our garden a lot today and Tussi has tried to chase her away more than once. Lo and her humans will move away from here at April 30. I try to take some photos of her before they move however - still, they won't move away that far; to the next block only, but to a flat without garden on second floor - poor Lo!
I guess she'll miss her (and our) garden! If they'll let her out, I'm sure she'll pay us a visit now and then. I'll for sure miss lil' Lo and I guess Tussi will miss her too.
Tussi try to chase her away or perhaps she just try to learn Lo who's the top-cat in our/her garden - who knows?
Update April 25; Lo is gone! We've not seen her since I shot this photo. Those neighbor's are moving already and I guess they moved Lo to her new home yesterday.
Update September 21; The last time I saw Lo was in the beginning of July.
I heard a cat screaming from Lo's former garden,
so I went for to check what's up and there I found Lo,
on top of "her" fence to "her" garden, screaming on a couple of dogs.
Yes, our new neighbour in that house have two dogs and Lo tried to access "her old garden" but she was chased away by the dogs.
I haven't seen Lo since then, and I heard another neighbour say that a cat was killed by a car on the street in between Lo's "old" garden and her new home. I'm not sure it was lil' Lo though.
I'll let you all know if I ever see Lo again.
What's art about if it isn't about learning something? Well I learnt something. Several things actually. Will I use what I've learnt to grow and become wiser? That seems unlikely. So what did I learn?
1) Ice is very cold.
2) Icy water feels even colder.
3) Even kneeling on ice might not spread your weight enough to prevent it cracking.
4) Don't ever admit to doing something stupid. Especially not on the internet. You'll never know who might read it.
I've resigned myself to the fact that I won't ever feel confident enough in my creativity to know what it is I will make ahead of time, and I won't know how, whatever it is, will turn out. It was never an issue when noone ever saw what I make but now, a little self doubt lurks in the back of my mind, that I must make something interesting otherwise I shouldn't have bothered. Often, as I wander around some wild place somewhere (no not a bar in Blackpool on a Saturday night), I am thinking about future land art projects and the potential of different places. But always lurking there is the thought that it better be good when I get round to doing it.
On the face of it, this voice at the back of the room would seem to be a help, always encouraging me to try harder. But the weird thing is, this voice actually seems to be a hindrance. There is a subtle but important difference between "it better be good" and "I wonder if it'll be any good?"
When I listen to those words it seems to be an extra burden, a burden that makes it harder to tap into any creativity. I have no idea what creativity actually is, where it lives or how it operates. But what I do know is that you can plug into it directly if you would just relax and go with the flow. A sense of expectation of how something should be, how it ought to be, if only you tried hard enough is not where it's at. I think this is what I love about land art. As I start, the distractions, the so called "encouraging" voices just fade away and all that matters is the moment. And when enough moments join together, I often end up exactly where I wanted to be had I been thinking about it in the first place. I've said it before but it seems it is a hard lesson to learn. It's about the doing. The thinking, the planning, the expectations. None of this really helps.
So I set off, the frost crunching under my feet and doubting/encouraging voices in my head struggling to help me think of what I could do. I went to a small pool of dark water and tried to chop out some ice. Fun though that was, it didn't inspire me, so I continued to trudge up the hill. On the slopes either side of me, camo jacketed plonkers with shotguns and dogs attempted to shoot, stupid and inbred pheasants. A fitting challenge for the Saturday shotgun warriors. We haven't quite gone to the lengths of fencing in animals for rich (and fat) obnoxious clients to shoot but it isn't far off.
Now don't get me wrong, I am not hypocritical enough to suggest that shooting is completely wrong. I could only occupy the moral highground if I didn't eat industrially farmed animals and didn't ignore the fact that I couldn't kill, what I eat, myself. But I do wonder at the mentality of people who shoot animals for a hobby, as a way to relax, to let off steam on a Saturday morning. Does it make you feel manly to outwit a pheasant with a bunch of beaters, dogs and high powered weaponry? Is it simply target practice and honing a skill?
I always wonder whether they have something missing in their lives and their neuroses drive them to show off, inaudibly shouting "look at me, look at me, LOOK AT ME! I'm really, really important! I demand your attention!" Because what seems to be common amongst this activities is noise. Lots of it and the seemingly willfull need to pee off as many people as possible. Especially people who like peace and quiet!
How many examples can you think of? Here's a few for starters: riding big, powerful motorbikes around country lanes in the summer, riding jet skis across lakes and off shore, off roading on green lanes and shooting things for fun. Why oh why do all these things have to be so loud? And why do you have to do them in beautiful and quiet places and spoil the peace and quiet for so many others? Are you so lacking in empathy that you have no idea how you are spoiling it for everyone else? Or do you have a pathological need to take over places and claim them as yours to make up for your inadaquecies? I think this is one of the biggest splits in our species. The sensitive and the not sensitive. The noisy and the quiet. The considerate and inconsiderate.
So the soundtrack to my sculpturing went like this "hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!" As the beaters flushed the doomed birds from the undergrowth and "KABOOM! KABOOM!" as another pheasant bit the dust. I expect that if I ever go mad that that will be the soundtrack to my insanity too. I wanted to stand on a rock and shout out "shut the hell up you noisy idiots!" to try and get rid of my frustrated feeling. But I don't think they were going to see the error of their ways so I went back to what I was doing with the frustrated feeling still present.
So what was a I doing I hear you ask?
A bank of fog was sliding in from the south, leaving the tips of the mountains poking through the sea of moisture. Unusually for an inversion, a layer of cloud lay above us too (me and the mountains) and gradually the temperature began to warm.
On another small dark pool I begun to lay out sections of frosted bracken, to make a pattern on the ice. When I leant back I noticed I had left hand prints where my body heat had melted the surface and I liked them and decided to do something along those lines instead. On all fours, I kneeled on the ice, positioning my hands to make prints in the surface, when suddenly cracks spread across the surface like fractured glass and I was about to become more acquainted with this medium than I originally planned. I had one of those Wiley Coyote moments like when he runs over the cliff's edge, only to be found pedalling in mid-air. Just for a split second gravity didn't grab me and then all at once the icey water and me, became intimate. I managed to extricate myself after immersing only one leg and fortunately I was wearing two pairs of trousers for warmth and had some spare socks, so pretty quickly I was dry again. I smirked to myself at being such a fool but soon found that the broken ice was fantastically clear and square edged so my foolishness had served a purpose and revealed to me the beauty of this ice.
I took a section and rounded the edges before trying to melt my hand print into it. I could only manage a little at a time before I had to rewarm my hand, so I challenged myself to count to fifty before I would put on a glove to warm up, only to try and melt some more for another count to fifty.
As the handprint begun to form I started to think about how I would be able to photograph it. The imprint was like a ghost, difficult to pin down, like a fleeting image in the corner of your eye. I put the ice back in the water but the image disappeared so I went searching for another way.
I found a slab with thick frost on it, so I melted another handprint onto it and placed the ice on top, in an effort to put a black background behind the imprint. This didn't work either. I then picked some holly berries thinking that I would squish them up and fill in the mould but that was also a failure. And then it dawned on me, bubbles underwater are very bright, especially against the dark, peaty water!
I went back to the little pool and to its twin with the unbroken ice. I put my handprint on top of it, face down so that air would be trapped and then started to ladle (I didn't actually use a ladle - who carries around a ladle?!) water from the broken pool onto the ice of the intact one. Soon the effect was working and I had learnt something new about contrast and ice.
After taking some more pictures of it set against the sky, I collected my gear and headed off downhill. The cretins were still shooting at anything that moved and the irritation at the noisy buggers still dwelled in the pit of my stomach.
At the bottom of the hill I sat and watched two Buzzards sitting in adjacent trees, one of which kept calling and flying to the other one, perhaps with spring on her mind. For a few minutes I watched transfixed and thought what magnificent creatures they are. As I set off again towards home I noticed that the feeling in my stomach had gone and a few quiet moments observing the wonder of nature had calmed and comforted me. That is all that is required for peace. An open mind and a moment to fill it. Perhaps the Saturday shotgunners should try it one day. They might actually like it and discover that there is another way.