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Leading Narratives.
Мыслители имеет значение, естественные элементы изменения предполагают различение качеств вопреки холодности одновременное применение аргументов,
qualités intermédiaires affirmations rien éléments indifférents survie transformable perceptions essentielles disparition corps,
αμοιβαία ταχύτητα μεταξύ στοιχείων σαφείς αδυναμίες συνημμένες διαφθορές κινήσεις ύπαρξη μελετώντας διαδικασίες υποθέσεις περιόδους,
کھاتوں کی تعریفیں بیان کرنا جو طاقتور وجوہات کو تبدیل کرتے ہوئے دور دراز تناسب کو منتقل کرتی ہیں۔,
urmând ipoteze răspunsuri formale agresori termeni transpunerea explicațiilor regurgitației afirmațiile demonstrației care dovedesc naturi existențiale,
percontando superbos species fortunarum definitiones detectiones rationes constituendas disputationibus dialecticis implicantes metaphoras excerptas nexuum divisiones,
違法な物質を配置する要素連続シリーズ用語がない開始点カテゴリ回転するもの凝縮が隣接する心臓に接触する芸術を説明するアートを説明する.
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Even this morning, October 16, driving to work, I pass by the Giardini-Naxos seafront, in this case I am taking photos only with my eyes, I do not have time to take them differently, I still see a good number of bathers on the beach, some are already in the water (in this period our waters are still quite warm), there are a fair number of umbrellas, this seems to be, here with us, a summer that does not yet want to give way to a grayer autumn; in Sicily the sun is burning, in many areas of the interior of our island, the lack of rain is currently creating quite a few problems, bread is made with water from bottles of mineral water purchased in grocery stores, just to mention one example; on the contrary, in northern Italy the situation is diametrically opposite, with bad weather and significant rainfall: for some too much and for some nothing, in both cases, there are problems. This "long summer" has thus led me, once again, to create, in this month of October, a series of images, with some "contamination" for narrative purposes, attributable to "beach photography".
Anche questa mattina, del 16 ottobre, andando in auto al lavoro, passo dal lungomare di Giardini-Naxos, le foto in questo caso le vado realizzando solo con gli occhi, non ho il tempo per farle diversamente, vedo ancora un buon numero di bagnanti sulla spiaggia, alcuni sono già in acqua (in questo periodo le nostre acque sono ancora abbastanza calde), gli ombrelloni sono presenti in discreto numero, questa sembra essere, qui da noi, una estate che non vuole ancora cedere il passo ad un più grigio autunno; in Sicilia il sole arde, in molte zone della parte interna della nostra isola, la mancanza di pioggia crea attualmente non pochi problemi, il pane viene lavorato con l'acqua proveniente dalle bottiglie di acqua minerale acquistate nelle botteghe di generi alimentari, tanto per citare un esempio; al contrario nel nord Italia la situazione è diametralmente opposta, con presenza di cattivo tempo e importanti precipitazioni d'acqua: a chi troppo ed a chi niente, in entrambi i casi, sono problemi. Questa "lunga estate" mi ha portato così, nuovamente, a realizzare, in questo mese di ottobre, una serie di immagini, con qualche "contaminazione" a fini narrativi, riconducibili alla "beach photography".
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These guys kill more people in Africa than any other animal or reptile.
I was in a motorized canoe literally big enough for the helmsman and two other occupants. This guy came up after being submerged and was way too close for comfort. The man operating this small floating dugout flotilla ten feet from this monster immediately swung the boat away and sped up the very small outboard engine. He told us later that was the closest he had ever been to a Hippo in ten years of doing this... Yes it was too close for comfort. But, I did manage to get a frame showing how close we were. Immediately after this frame he opened his enormous mouth baring his enormous teeth. Unfortunately my back was now to him and I did not get that shot. 😡 I don’t believe in retrospect I would advise others to employee this service. The Hippos were everywhere and this one came up soo unexpectedly after being submerged and out of sight he could have easily capsizes this canoe! Once is enough doing something stupid. Until the next time.. LOL
I think I got the Ansco Color Clipper about ten years ago. I haven't "seriously" shot with it in a few years, but I brought it along with me this past weekend.
I'll probably shoot more with it this season. I'm not really sure of its purpose just yet, but I'll find one. Or I won't, and that's fine too.
This was taken in the early morning inside Yakima Canyon. I also shot a similar scene with the RB67, but it didn't work out so well.
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'Existing Narrative'
Camera: Ansco Color Clipper
Film: Vericolor III; x-04/1996
Process: DIY ECN-2
Washington
April 2024
Self Portrait Series exploring the concept of spring, rebirth, and awakening. A series of 10, in 11 x 14 print. Chose five as the main narrative.
The next morning Grinelda took Luna to an amusement arcade hidden in the back streets of Moon City. Luna was rather baffled by Grinelda’s choice of pastime. Then she remembered her time training the space grannies to fly, and it began to make sense.
Grinelda seemed to know exactly what she was after. She led Luna to a machine with a garish display and a console of brightly coloured spheres. She proceeded to play furiously on the machine, groaning each time she lost and grinning madly with each small win.
“I know I can do it. I just need more time,” she said, giving Luna a handful of small change. “Go and have some fun!”
Half an hour later, Luna was startled by a loud cry from across the arcade.
“I’ve won, I’ve won! I knew I could beat the machine! I am the Queen of the Gamers!”
Luna hurried over to see what the fuss was all about. Grinelda proudly held up a glowing orb.
“Just look at that!” she said.
“Lovely!” exclaimed Luna, “But what exactly is it?”
You can read the story sequentially in the Luna album or in the Neural Narrative Collective blog.
Listening to people talk about the print publishing market is a bit like listening to people describe Rorschach inkblots – they see what they want to see. Some people view every newspaper or magazine closure as yet another coffin nail for the print sector. Others use every launch as an excuse to shout about a new ‘Golden Age’ of print.
The reality is much less black and white.
A complicated picture
There’s no disputing that mass market print is suffering, and for news suffering an inexorable decline. That’s why the biggest UK newspapers have abandoned the ABC circulation audit’s ‘negative narrative of decline’. And why even the Guardian with its “long-standing commitment to print” made its print circulation figures private this year.
For those UK national newsbrands still publicly audited, double digit circulation drops are more common than not.
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Another from yesterday. I almost walked past it, but then I noticed this strange sort of narrative going on.
Nikon Z6, Tamron 90mm Macro Lens
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This very quiet and subtle piece is definitely my favorite work in the garden and I do want to make a special point and say that.
It is also extremely difficult work to photograph, due to the roaming nature of the beasties. I spent a lot of time and shot countless pix - however, this is the best that I could do. And still it ain't great!
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. So much of our life is now experienced through screens of various sizes and this shot captured my imagination for that narrative. The eye contact from the woman on the bench was unexpected as she was equally engrossed in her 'device' just a beat before I clicked the shutter.
Mostly, Scotland 'did not fit' in to my camera. The expansive views beg for a large canvas, or a selective eye. Time and again, I found myself setting up the Rollei, and then sighing, wondering what to do. I made images, but I left more than I found. And thus it should be. I believe that I need to return, time and again to a place in order to get past the easy work, and delve into the deeper meanings. For me, I need a dialog, a story, a train of thought; all of which slowly seep in, but only after a time.
May you too, find a place where time seems to slow, and perhaps the long thoughts of mountains begin to seep in...
The Castle of the Moors, a military fortification founded in the 10th century, is a hilltop medieval castle located in Sintra, Portudal. It is classified as a National Monument, part of the Sintra Cultural Landscape, a UNESCO World Heritage Site.
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It was common to see dogs and their owners on the street, but this scene was actually fairly unique: a muzzled dog, who seemed to be patiently enduring the contraption that had been stuck on his face.
I have no idea what kind of dog this is, or whether he was prone to bite anyone within reach; it might have been something as simple as preventing the mutt from barking too loudly. In any case, both dog and owner seemed to be strolling along without any great drama.
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As I’ve mentioned in a couple of recent Tumblr blog postings, I’m working on an exercise for a new class that I’ve started taking at the International Center of Photography (ICP) in the fall of 2015.( You can see the earlier Tumblr postings here and here.)
In addition to taking a bunch of photos (see the other Tumblr postings for details and descriptions of what the photos are supposed to illustrate), we also have the task of editing our images down to a maximum of 10 “presentation images” that we will share with the ICP class next week. When our instructor, Joanne Dugan, asked me last week if I anticipated having any problems with this aspect of the assignment, I shrugged and said, “No, I do this all the time …”
Well, yes and no: I do do a lot of editing/winnowing of my photos before deciding which ones should be shared with anyone else. But I had forgotten that I also do a lot of cropping, color-adjustment, tweaking, and general post-processing before I upload my photos to Flickr, Facebook, or even Instagram. For this particular ICP exercise, we were also told not to crop the photos, and not to do any post-processing. That makes things a lot more difficult …
On the other hand, part of the exercise is to assemble and share a maximum of ten photos that collectively tell a “story” of some kind – and to “tell” that story with anywhere from a word, to a sentence, to a paragraph for each of the photos. That makes things a lot easier … after all, if a photo has to be presented in isolation, then it truly stands alone. And it is intended to be viewed without any accompanying text, then it really stands alone. There’s nothing wrong with that; indeed, one might argue that that’s the whole point of photography: a picture should “tell” a story all by itself, without any extraneous verbiage to “explain” what might not be obvious to the viewer.
But not very many things exist in complete isolation of the rest of the universe, especially in today’s interconnected world. I suppose some people would debate that point quite vigorously; and some people might argue that a photograph of a person, place, or thing should be able to “stand alone” without anything else. I certainly have seen photos that fall into this category, and I suppose I’ve taken a few like that, too. Or, maybe if I never intended my photos to be considered in complete isolation from one another, perhaps that’s how some people prefer to look at them …
But for me, that’s a pretty rare phenomenon. Almost always, I find myself telling a story. The photographs obviously present one “dimension” of the story, in a visual form; and I’ve been trying to remind myself lately that videos can present can present one, and sometimes two, additional dimensions (motion and sound) that can add enormously to the viewer’s understanding and appreciation of the underlying story.
But even if one uses only traditional photos, I find that it’s almost impossible for me to crate (or make, or take) one photo by itself; invariably, I take dozens, if not hundreds or even thousands, which collectively tell a story. It may be a story about someplace I’ve been, or some event in which I’ve participated, or some individual (or group of individuals) that I want the viewer to know and appreciate in more detail than would be possible to communicate in a single photo.
And then there are the words … maybe it’s because I spend part of my time as a writer and teacher that I find it almost impossible not to augment my photos with words. Lots of words. Indeed, sometimes far too many words; and sometimes clumsy words, or the wrong words. And I do realize that there are times when the situation would be improved if I would just shut up, and let the photograph do all of the communication. But for better or worse, I guess I’m a photojournalist.
With that in mind, I began the process of editing the photos for my recent ICP assignment. Here’s what I found:
1. It’s not as easy as one might think, when you start with a large number. I began winnowing the original images when I had 2,700 (after 9 days of shooting), and I still had 5 days of shooting left).
2. It’s much more difficult than I had imagined, given the constraints of my ICP class: no cropping, no post-processing, and a maximum of only 10 images. I’ve worked within those constraints for the final images that I’m submitting to the ICP class; but for these Flickr uploads, I’ve ended up with 40-45 images – and they have been heavily cropped, tilted, color-corrected, noise-dusted, and tweaked in various other ways. C’est la vie…
3. Using the collection of photos to “tell a story” is both easier and harder than I thought it would be. I’m including these background notes in all of the photos that get uploaded to Flickr … because I’ve learned (form past experience) that some visitor will zoom in on just one particular photo, without necessarily looking at all of them, and/or without seeing the overall notes for the entire album. And I don’t think I’ll find it difficult to write a few sentences to provide the background details for each photo … but whether they “flow” and create one overall, coherent “story” remains to be seen.
4. Aside from a narrative “story,” there are some “themes” that I noticed throughout this entire two-week exercise. The most significant one was exactly what I had anticipated: patterns. If you are lucky enough to sit in the same spot at the same time, day after day, you see the same rhythms, the same people, the same repetitions of life’s little actions and emotions. Many people have the opportunity to see these patterns, because they do follow the same schedule, day after day, on their way to their job or their school. But some of us have irregular routines, and any, most of us don’t pay any attention. If you slow down, and pay attention, you’ll see the patterns.
But sometimes the pattern involves uniqueness – i.e. strange and unusual people or events that seem to happen only once. But I have to keep reminding myself that my visits have lasted only two weeks; if I was here for a month, or a full season, or perhaps an entire year – then perhaps I would see these strange incidents repeating themselves
5. Another theme – which I did not anticipate, but was delighted to see – was the pervasive sense of affection and caring between and among everyone on the street. Mostly it was apparent in the interactions between parents and children; but sometimes it was between dog-owners and the dogs they were walking; sometimes it was between friends who happened to be walking along together; and sometimes it was between complete strangers and me, as the strangers would smile and nod and say “hello” if they noticed I was watching them. It was a great experience.
Let's see if Flickr is working better today. On Sunday I tried to upload a photo of Leia for Carrie Fisher's birthday but it didn't show up in the activity feed. It wasn't even showing up on my husband's feed - sheesh. (I deleted the Leia photo and will reupload it at another time).
I did a 6 Image Narrative for the Toy Photographers Blog on the "Women of Star Wars". The topic was a great idea from Shelly Corbett Photography :-)
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This photo of Qi'ra is based the scene at Fort Ypso... hopefully it's recognizable :-)
"One frame, then another. Their silence spoke louder than words. Silent Narratives was writing itself."
"One frame, then another. Their silence spoke louder than words. Silent Narratives was writing itself."
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The war in Ukraine, violent as it is on the ground, has also produced elsewhere a most confrontational mindset. Each side is generating its own "narrative" with its related truth claims. Their thought police would accuse anybody of heresy who dared to look at the other narrative. These attempts at silencing more nuanced ways of thinking must be resisted. As for me, living in the UK with its very outspoken support for Ukraine, some reminders may be in order. 1. Putin's regime is the enemy, not the Russian people. 2. It is not Tolstoi or Shostakovich we have issues with. 3. Thinking about a possible postwar order must be allowed if it helps to prevent a global or nuclear confrontation.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. It's always worthwhile exploring the office district on a weekday in the city. There may be fewer subjects but there are great opportunities for shots and it is much easier to isolate subjects into the narrative. Enjoy!
Day 175 of 365.
We all have the opportunity to write our own story.
Was really happy to work on the little details in this shot. I would've uploaded last night, but it was incredibly late. So expect another! Hope you all have been well.
She pulled back the curtain to look outside. Not again, she said to herself. This winter had been particularly hard, given all the recent snowfall. She looked over at the woodstove that heated their small, run-down home, and wondered to herself if she would have enough stovewood to make it through the coldest part of the winter. She had already used more this winter than the past two winters combined. She knew the woodpile was getting low, too low for her liking. What was she to do? She didn't have the money to buy another load. She had to buy food to feed her family. Maybe if she didn't have all of those other financial obligations, but she did. And, she just had to accept that fact. No getting around it. She sighed, put on her coat to go outside for probably the last armload of stovewood. But, just as she opened door, the snowflurries slowed and a small ray of sunlight fought it's way through the clouds. As she looked up, a slight smile crossed her face, and a sense of calmness settled in. This wasn't her first battle and it wouldn't be her last. She knew and believed that with all her heart and soul. For she had the will. A strong will. Things would be find. She was positive.
I usually express my thoughts and feelings on being transgender in accompanying narratives with my photos. For a change I thought I would let myself do the talking on video. This video has various random musings from me that I recorded while cross-dressed as a woman back in March 2020; my last time en femme. I am in the mood just now but will have to wait until next summer for another opportunity. The memories help sustain me through these periods I cannot become my female self.
Army Invasion and teargassing of Kahnawake, a Canadian Mohawk reserve in Quebec. Sept.18,1990.
Teargassing of the Bridge. I had to change film at this point, opening the back, and my subsequent negatives were affected strangely by the chemicals- almost unprintable at the time and when I last checked 10 years later, in steady decline. Thank you Photoshop for your magic wand- I've managed to clean up some impossible damage and present some photos in this set which I've never shown before. I was one of two non-Natives present on the Bridge, and was at one point surrounded by a group of frantic and angry women, who shouted at me,
"YOU GO BACK TO YOUR PEOPLE AND YOU SHOW THEM, YOU TELL THEM WHAT THEY'RE DOING TO US!!!"
I have rarely felt so acutely "Other" and must admit, I would not have readily identified many of the people I saw there on the bridge with me as being of Native origin, but it was evident to them that I was NOT. I looked across the water towards the Island at what were allegedly "MY people"- more resembling an invading mass of locusts with guns, advancing through a cloud of smoke- (the gas masks made them appear decidedly insect-like), and I shouted back in all sincerity,
"They're NOT MY PEOPLE! MY people wouldn't do something like this!"
I thought, it doesn't matter what you stand for, what you believe in, what you strive towards all of your life. Racism erases all of that and reduces you to the colour of your skin or assumed heritage and so you are judged. We all are. I wondered it THEY (the army) thought of me at that moment as one of THEIR people. Not likely they saw a difference. I had just been targeted by the Montreal police that same summer for my role as the photographer in the SexGarage incident (see my other set), been beaten twice, threatened and arrested in a demo against police violence, so was not feeling particularly aligned with the military at that moment.
Photo © Linda Dawn Hammond / IndyFoto.com '90
Photographs and text by Linda Dawn Hammond
Behind The Barricades: OKA
BOOKS
2015 "HerStory 2015", (Coteau Books, Saskatoon Women’s Calendar Collective). Photo of Jenny Jacks, First Nations activist at Oka, from “Behind the Barricades” series.
2010 "Incident at Oka" (D&M Publishers), 1 photograph from Behind the Barricades: OKA " Jenny Jacks", Author: Harry Swain
2001 The Women's Daybook 2002, 'Women and Food' (Sumach Press), 1 Photograph and text by Linda Dawn Hammond: Behind The Barricades: OKA
1994 Semiotext(e) canadas (Columbia University Press)
Back cover Photograph and 3 within by Linda Dawn Hammond: Behind The Barricades: OKA
1991 The Possessed Individual: Technology and the French
Postmodern (New World Perspectives)
Author: Arthur Kroker
Photography by Linda Dawn Hammond: 2 from Three Part Bodyseries , 4 photographs from Behind the Barricades: OKA
www.scribd.com/doc/7426491/The-Possessed-Individual
EXHIBITIONS
May, 2017
Collège La Cite à Toronto
Exhibit and auction for MSF
Photos Sans Frontières
Solo exhibit entitled,
Derrière les barricades: OKA- Behind the Barricades: OKA,
6 photographs on exhibit, 3 additional in auction for MSF
June - Aug 2005
Compton Verney, Warwickshire, UK
Group exhibit entitled, The American West
Behind the Barricades: OKA, 6 photographs,
REVIEW
www.birminghampost.co.uk/whats-on/find-things-to-do/a-pio...
Oct 2004
Photopolis, Halifax Festival of Photography
Group exhibit entitled, Documents and Dreams: A Group Exhibit of Canadian Documentary Photography
Organized by Narrative 360 At ViewPoint Gallery, Oct.7, 04 - Oct. 31, 04, "Mohawk Child at West Gate Barricade" Giclee print (dim. 36" by 56")
Nov 2003
Bfly Atelier, Vancouver
Group exhibit entitled, Documents and Dreams: A Group Exhibit of Canadian Documentary Photography
Organized by Narrative 360 At Bfly Atelier, Nov.13, 03 - Nov. 25, 03, "Mohawk Child at West Gate Barricade" Giclee print (dim. 36" by 56")
2000
Les Vivres, Montreal
Solo exhibit entitled, "Hot July: Oka and Sexgarage"
Behind the Barricades: OKA, and Sexgarage: Serve and Protect - Silver prints, (dim. 8" by 10", 11" by 14"),
Quickprint/ Mylars (dim. 3' by 5'),
Nov 90
Union Francaise, Montréal
Benefit for the Mohawk Defense Fund, Solo exhibit entitled,Behind the Barricades- Oka:
28 B&W documentary photographs (dim. 11" by14")
Oct 90
Le Festival du Nouveau Cinema et de
la Video, Montréal
Solo exhibit entitled,Behind the Barricades- Oka:
28 B&W documentary photographs (dim. 11" by14")
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