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Memory map of a route in my hometown, St. Albans.
Stitched map illustration onto white linen fabric.
Title: Silent Memories
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She stands, silently, surrounded by the silence of the universe around her.
She meditates, silently, on the infinite possibilities that life is now offering to her.
She remembers, silently, moments and faces that had once been everything... and now nothing.
She stands alone.... in silent memories.
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Third of a series of shots from my largest shoot ever (check out some backstage shots HERE - www.facebook.com/pages/Von-Wong-Photography-Montreal-Base....
The original concept developed when I met model Fey Cody online, who told me that she had lost many people in her life and would like to do something that showed how they're spirits still lived on and were carried on within her. The result here was some spontaneous re-adaptation in the middle of the shoot while some test shots were being taken.
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The idea of the final post-processing of the images was to have something really surreal surrounding our gorgeous model to emphasize how alone she really is.... despite everything supernatural that's happening around her.
To me, I feel that in our moments of sorrow, we focus so much on the crappyness of our lives that we fail to see that life around is actually quite beautiful and vibrant - as long as we take the time to appreciate it.
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The starlit sky was borrowed from this magnificent website: spacespin.org/article.php/new-stars-shed-light-past
I think they really helped make the image sparkle and shine.
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I'd like to thank and credit all the people that were involved in this shooting and that made it possible:
- Fey Cody (Main Model/Concept builder as well as the one responsible for organizing the studio rental and technical lighting team)
- Joëlle Stébenne (Designer of the dress that I had commissioned)
- Joanie Lapointe (Makeup artist, Hair stylist, Airbrush artist)
- Jeanine. C (Model Coach, Makeup assistant)
- Julius Adarna( Photography Assistant )
Male Models:
Vladimir Tatarinoff Lissouba
Vassily Lissouba Tatarinoff
Kristofferson Brice
Lighting Crew:
Olivier Dubois
Rodolphe St-Arneault
Technicians :
Anne-Marie Roy
Liza-Marie Coté
Joëlle Pinard
Rémi Bertrand
Hope I didn't forget anyone!
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Lately, I've decided that investing more time, money and talent into my shoots would result in more satisfying results and I am definitely not disappointed!
Check up the Setup Shot HERE: http://www.flickr.com/photos/iintrigue/4491864742/comment72157623771016272/
Strobist Info:
1x WL X1600 in 22" Gridded Beauty Dish upper camera Right
1x WL X1600 in 86" Parabolic replacing the moon in the back
1x SB-800 highlighting the bottom of the dress
Approximately 9 (or more) continuous lights creating the blue/green/purple hues on the shadows
Triggered with Cybersyncs
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Localization:
Picture taken at Ronda (Málaga, Spain)
Ronda is a city in the Spanish province of Málaga. It is located about 100 kilometres (62 mi) from the city of Málaga, within the autonomous community of Andalusia. Its population is 35,515.
Ronda is situated in a very mountainous area about 750 m above mean sea level. The Guadalevín River runs through the city, dividing it in two and carving out the steep, 100 plus meters deep El Tajo canyon upon which the city perches. The Spanish Fir (Abies pinsapo) is endemic to the mountains surrounding Ronda.
Around the city are remains of prehistoric settlements dating to the Neolithic Age, including the rock paintings of Cueva de la Pileta. Ronda was however first settled by the early Celts, who, in the 6th century BC, called it Arunda. Later Phoenician settlers established themselves nearby to found Acinipo, known locally as Ronda la Vieja, Arunda or Old Ronda. The current Ronda is however of Roman origins[1], having been founded as a fortified post in the Second Punic War, by Scipio Africanus. Ronda received the title of city at the time of Julius Caesar.
In the 5th century AD Ronda was conquered by the Suebi, led by Rechila, being reconquered in the following century by the Eastern Roman Empire, under whose rule Acinipo was abandoned. Later the Visigoth king Leovigild captured the city. Ronda was part of the Visigoth reign until 713, when it fell to the Arabs, who named it Izn-Rand Onda ("city of the castle") and made it the capital of the Takurunna province.
After the disintegration of the caliphate of Córdoba, Ronda became the capital of a small kingdom, the taifa of Ronda. During this period Ronda received most of its islamic architectural heritage. In 1065 Ronda was conquered by the taifa of Seville led by Abbad II al-Mu'tadid. Both the poet Salih ben Sharif al-Rundi (1204-1285) and the Sufi scholar Ibn Abbad al-Rundi (1333-1390) were born in Ronda.
The islamic domination of Ronda ended in 1485, when it was conquered by the Marquis of Cádiz after a brief siege. Subsequently, mostly of the city's old edifices were renewed or adapted to Christian roles, while numerous others were built in newly-created quarters such as the Mercadillo and the San Francisco ones. The Real Maestranza de Caballería de Ronda was founded in the town in 1572, with military finalities.
In the early 19th century, the Napoleonic invasion and the subsequent Peninsular War caused much sufference in Ronda, whose inhabitants reduced from 15,600 to 5,000 in three years. Ronda's area became the base first of guerrila warriors, then of numerous bandits, whose deeds inspired artists such as Washington Irving, Prosper Mérimée and Gustave Doré. In the 19th century the economy of Ronda was mainly rural. In 1918 the city was the seat of the Assembly of Ronda, in which the Andalusian flag, coat of arms and anthem were designed.
Ronda was heavily affected by the Spanish Civil War, after which much of the population emigrated elsewhere.
Three bridges, Puente Romano ("Roman Bridge", also known as the Puente San Miguel), Puente Viejo ("Old Bridge", also known as the Puente Arabe or "Arab Bridge") and Puente Nuevo ("New Bridge"), span the canyon. The term "nuevo" is a bit of a misnomer, as the building of this bridge commenced in 1751 and took until 1793 to complete. The Puente Nuevo is the tallest of the bridges, towering 120 metres (390 ft) above the canyon floor, and all three serve as some of the city's most impressive features.
Another important site in Ronda is the Plaza de toros de Ronda, the oldest bullfighting ring in Spain that is still used, albeit infrequently. It was built in 1784 in the Neoclassical style by the architect José Martin de Aldehuela, who also designed the Puente Nuevo.
The partially intact Baños árabes ("Arab baths") are found below the city and date back to the 13th and 14th centuries.
The former town hall, which sits next to the Puente Nuevo, is the site of a parador, and has a view of the Tajo canyon.
American artists Ernest Hemingway and Orson Welles spent many summers in Ronda as part-time residents of Ronda's old town quarter called La Ciudad. Both wrote about Ronda's beauty and famous bull-fighting traditions. Their collective accounts have contributed to Ronda's popularity over time.
Hemingway's novel For Whom the Bell Tolls describes the murder of Nationalist sympathizers early in the Spanish Civil War. The Republicans murder the Nationalists by throwing them from cliffs in an Andalusian village, and Hemingway allegedly based the account on killings that took place in Ronda at the cliffs of El Tajo.
Orson Welles said he was inspired by his frequent trips to Spain and Ronda (e.g. Welles' unfinished film about Don Quixote). After Welles died in 1985, his ashes were scattered in a Ronda bull-ring.
English writer George Eliot's book Daniel Deronda ("Daniel of Ronda") tells the story of Spanish Jew brought up as an Englishman. There have been some speculation that Eliot's ancestors may have lived in Ronda prior to the expulsion of the Jews from Spain in 1492.
Exif Data:
Canon Ixus 400 @ 12.9 mm, f3.5, 1/640s , ISO100
Processing:
Lightroom for catalog > Color adjusments + Topaz Adjust and Detail + Noiseware + Sharpening at PS.
Basically I miss this last summer. I have not been able to get over being out on Catalina Island. That's all I think and dream about. It really was the best experience and decision to go out there. At the end of the summer I posted a "note" about it and now I want to share it with everyone:
Receiving a phone call from after being in the Hospital with a near death experience basically saved my life. Ali, called me and told me that there was a job opportunity for a boy scout camp on Catalina island. I wanted to go visit anyway, why not live there for the summer. So I accepted it. A couple days later I get a phone call from a random number.. it was Alex.He told me that I would work in the Trading Post, he then told me that I would be selling a lot of Slush Puppies and he REALLY did mean that! He said that when I come out to work at Cherry Valley that I will become a healthier, happier person. Since I was just in the hospital for not taking care of my Diabetes I felt like this would help me focus on myself and get back on the track of taking care of myself.
Anyway I had one week to get everything ready for this adventure ahead of me. From being in the hospital I had a lot of fluids in me and I was dehydrated for so long that my feet were swollen, it was hard for me to breathe and It took more effort to do things. Friday I went back up to Logan after recovering for a bit at home. I packed up my apartment Saturday and moved out Saturday. It was really tough for me because everything was happening so fast. I was leaving friends that I didn't know if I was going to see again or not.. Also my boys that were in Cancun I did not get to say goodbye too. When I got back home I packed the bags I was going to live off of at CCV.
The next morning I flew out of SLC to LAX at 8am.. It was my first time flying alone. I was pretty scared to be by myself, but once I got a BLT and a Diet Coke I was GREAT! I had to give an insulin shot and didn't want to take my bags into the airport bathroom...So I just shot it into my stomach haha...I didn't care what people thought. :] Landing in LAX I met up with Ali. I had missed her soooo much! The adventure had begun. We headed to meet up with all the staff. We got there and everyone was in uniform except Ali and I! haha. Alex greeted us and then I turn around to see a tall, blonde, guy with aviator sunglasses. Meet Cory, the program director. He even came with a pocket watch :] All of us loaded onto the Catalina Express. Ali and I distanced ourselves from everyone else.. I remember seeing this blonde girl and a brunette, they smelled like perfume and had makeup on...lets add on they were flirting with some other guys on staff. Guess who that was?? Morgan and Megan :] haha. Love you girls. After an hour and half boat ride there it was. The Island. Ali was pointing out our cove and was telling me about Ship Rock, Lions Head, Eagles Nest and Bird Rock.We arrived at Two Harbors Port. To my right I looked out the window and people in a green uniform starting lining up on the dock, right next to them was "Bear", he had a big straw hat on. Ali told me he was the greatest guy I will meet.
We all got our stuff and met in Buffalo Park where we split into our areas. This girl with dark hair, brown eyes and tan skin came right up to me and said "Hi! I'm Bekah!" We connected like that. (Later in the Summer I asked why she came up to me so fast and happy and she said, "I saw a girl in sweats and knew that was my kinda girl." Haha) Then we all started to hike into camp. Lets keep in mind I was in sweats and flip flops. I'm an idiot.. haha. It was awful hiking in like that.
That day I helped Ali clean tanks for the first time and I was freaked out by the Sea Stars. I remember Ali and I were late to line up and we weren't in our uniforms for dinner.. Alex came over to us and asked us where our uniforms were and told us to go change, we were super embarrassed. I hated it already here. The uniforms sucked so bad, I felt so awkward in it and you could tell. That next week during staff week we hiked Goat Whiskers and Parsons. We kayaked to Blue Caverns and got our areas ready. I could go on forever about my summer on Catalina Island. It was the best adventure. I made the Best Friends I could ever ask for. I never had to get ready for the day :] Showered about twice a week haha, learned that if you dip your hair in the ocean that the sun will then make your hair more blonde! I learned to paddle board, I went sailing, kayaked. Overcame my fear or singing in front of people and presenting in front of people. Campfires, scouts, star pictures, sun burns, tans, laying out on the dock, aching bodies, big bopper parties, diet coke, frozen kit kats, bugs[ANTS], long talks, cobbler, service project(talks with Tsix) late night talks, first kiss, fireworks, AO, "I need somebody to love, Next to You, Give me everything tonight, On the Floor, John Mayer". Shore boats, going into town, YACHT CLUB!, Fountain drinks, dancing, Avalon, Ben Weston, "going sailing in Two Harbors". Photoshoots. the day it poured rain. Late night snacks in the kitchen. There were tears from the beginning to the end. The times when all of us were ready to go home and then it came and I never wanted to leave.
These friends will last forever and I love them very much. Alex told us that the friends you keep for forever are the ones you work the hardest with. He was right. I miss this magical island already. Thank you for the Best Summer of my life so far.
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Empty seaside shelter on a December day superimposed with a photo of people enjoying summer sunshine on Llandudno Pier
Today we have the sad task to farewell my grandfather. I remember not long after grandma passed away, he told me he used to call her daffodil. I hope they have now been reunited. To a loving father, grandfather and great-grandfather who has been a part of our lives for a long time. The world will seem a little emptier without him.
I struggle with letting go of sentimental things, but I also struggle with keeping things shoved to the back of closets. I was talking to a friend about this and she suggested I take photos of the items then pass them on. Brilliant! Done! These are my grandmother's knitting needles. I inherited her love of quilting and crocheting, but not knitting so I gave them to a friend w will breath new life into them.
I like that the brand name "Hero" is in focus. My grandmother is one of my heros.
This is our box of memories. It contains various bits of ephemera Catherine and I have collected over the last twenty of so years; the bill from our first Valentine's meal, the property details leaflet for our first house, the hospital tags from when our children were born, and so on.
We used to keep them in a money-box shaped like a rocking horse, but the memories outgrew that. This is more conventional, but bigger.
'Memories' for We're Here.
Omoide Yokocho, Piss alley or Memory lane street is a glimpse of traditional in the hearth of modern Tokyo
Shot taken not so long and it was raining day hence HDR was only option to capture memories . So I stacked 7 diff exp hand held camera to get contrast between sky/clouds and yellow cabs,enjoy Mario.
Saheli, Manikganj, 2011
Don’t look into his eyes, He will made you nostalgic
Don’t touch his weapon; he will transfer you to your childhood
Don’t mess with him, He will assassin you to your memories.
“Gulti” is a very common childhood weapon for village children. First 12 years of my life I was in village. I had this thing. I used to hunt down birds with this tiny weapon. But when I realized that, killing living creatures in this way is very bad and a sin, I quit. I still missed those tension free days.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=48o5rCFFxh8
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Photographs_%26_Memories
Music by Jim Croce many moons ago....
These photos wern't selected for any reason. Just going down memory lane and they reminded me of something I like to remember.
1. Untitled, 2. Untitled, 3. Story Teller, 4. YS Falls, 5. Ice, 6. Destroyed Pier, 7. Fishing Boats, 8. Market, 9. Best Choice, 10. Bluefields Bay, Jamaica, 11. Blue Chevy, 12. Lace and Ink, 13. Paper Boy, 14. Open, 15. Untitled, 16. Water Spots, 17. Draw, 18. Survivor Sue, 19. HFTC, 20. Untitled, 21. Lookin' At Ya, 22. Untitled, 23. 1962 Corvette, 24. That Would Be Me...., 25. Pins, 26. Untitled, 27. Ribbon, 28. Memorial Day 2012, 29. Amber Waves Of Grain., 30. United, 31. Tip Bucket, 32. Class of '12, 33. Open Bar, 34. Untitled, 35. RA, 36. 56 Years
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Today, in between rain showers, I was able to photograph one of my favorite places. Yes this old beaten down dock. To most, it is no more than that, but to me there is nothing that triggers more memories.
It is this spot that I learned to fish as a child with dad and since have caught literally hundreds of fish from this spot. It was where friends and I would dare each other to jump into the murky waters below. And it was simply a place to get away from it all.
To this day, I try to come here every chance I can and take a second to be thankful for all the simple things in life that I should never take for granted.
Thanks,
Aaron
Taken with Canon 200mm f/2.8 USM L - Color processed with Lightroom 3