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Lo mejor que la fotografía me ha enseñado es a mirar el lado bello y luminoso de todo lo que me rodea. Sé que suena muy tópico, ya que estamos en la era de las frases positivas y el "buenrollismo", pero es que es así.
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Photo captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 24-50mm F/4 lens and the bracketing method of photography. Near the census-designated place of Loomis. Okanogan Highlands Region. Inland Northwest. Okanogan County, Washington. Early February 2018.
Exposure Time: 1/250 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/11 * Bracketing: +1 / -1 * Film Plug-In: Agfa Scala 200 -/+
This is very optimistic picture, right?))
To be frank, I have nothing good to tell as well.
I’ve just got results of the latest check-up and they are not bad, no, they are simply awful. I’m still in kind of shock. Though it wasn’t unexpected thing, I didn’t think everything would be so bad, really :(
I should be hospitalized but I don’t want to. I’ve got a choice yet (in case I’m not getting worse). I don’t want to go there because I will have to give up everything. Yeah, I will have a right to breathe and look at the window. That’s all. On the other side, classes start on Monday and if I won’t be able to study well because I will have to spend a lot of time in the hospital anyway, so… ugh. I hate making decisions, I simply can’t do it right! Workaholics should never make such decisions! Never!
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with pictures… I stop all my projects for a while cause I look like a ghost (wait, I can start “Zombie” series or something like this LOL. No, kidding) but vacation finally ends, my lovely models come back to the city and I may shoot some of them.
Photography is such a drug! Well, you know it very well if you’re reading this. :D
Actually I don’t know why I’m writing this and what I’m looking for here... I guess I do it because there are friends who seem to care.
Yeah friends, shit happens.
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Ok, some positive here.
I would like to thank miss'anna for her lovely testimonial! And I (careless, careless creature!) say my veeery late thank you to shawnisabelle and Dylan Murphy as well. Your kind words made my day. When I hear (read) something like this, I really want to live. And breathe. And create.
Thank you!
L
I had the very optimistic idea of trying to shoot dragonflies at the local pond. It wasn't that they were rare, just that they are about as far from shooting landscapes as one can get. The species I finally captured in this image never hovered for more than a second anywhere and just darted around in a seemingly random route around the edge of the pond.
My first attempts at capturing the insect in flight were laughable failures. Things improved when I doubled the refresh rate on my viewfinder. Now I could at least see them!
Another problem was that with my 105 mm lens, the insect was tiny in the viewfinder and too small for the autofocus to detect. I changed all my settings to pretty much the opposite of what you might use for a sunset. That improved my odds of a sharp image from zero to… maybe one per cent.
This shot is upscaled from a tiny part of the sensor, but it does have a pleasing composition.
Call me Snake offers an optimistic provocation – ‘imagine what could be here’ by Judy Millar. On a walk into the city October 3, 2015 Christchurch New Zealand.
The work is comprised of vibrant graphics of Millar’s looped paintings, which are adhered to five intersecting flat planes, and draws inspiration from the forms found in pop-up books. The colourful piece will add a dramatic and rhythmic counterpoint to the city’s current urban landscape — a mix of flattened sites, construction zones and defiant buildings that have stood through the quakes. The work employs theatricality, playfulness and visual trickery, whereby the viewer is unsure about the work’s flatness or three-dimensionality; and it has been designed to offer a different perspective from each angle. The bright colours interrupt the grey of the work’s surrounds, and as buildings pop up around it,
SCAPE 8, New Intimacies curated by Rob Garrett was a contemporary art event which mixed new artworks with existing legacy pieces, an education programme, and a public programme of events. The SCAPE 8 artworks were located around central Christchurch and linked via a public art walkway. All aspects of SCAPE 8 were free-to-view.
The title for the 2015 Biennial – New Intimacies – came from the idea that visually striking and emotionally engaging public art works can create new connections between people and places. Under the main theme of New Intimacies there are three other themes that artists responded to: Sight-Lines, Inner Depths and Shared Strengths.
For more Info: www.scapepublicart.org.nz/scape-8-judy-millar
One of the two welcoming signs in Ninga. Ninga is one of many prairie towns that were once thriving and are now slowly dying.
During the early optimistic days of ownership by the Thai-based company SSI UK, GB Railfreight-operated Di8 class diesel-electric loco No.820 'Poppy' draws a loaded torpedo wagon away from the Redcar Blast Furnace on 31st October 2012. The 'Di8' class was previously used for freight traffic by the Norwegian railway company CargoNet. Twenty locos were constructed in 1996-97 at the Maschinenbau Kiel (MaK) plant in Kiel when it was part of 'Siemens Schienenfahrzeugtechnik' and GB Railfreight acquired ten for the Redcar contract. SSI UK went into liquidation during October 2015, resulting in 1,700 job losses at the plant alone. Further use was found for most of the Di8 class locos at Scunthorpe Steelworks, and it wasn't until August 2021 when the first demolition work of the plant commenced in earnest.
© Gordon Edgar 2012 - All rights reserved. Please do not use my images without my explicit permission
Granny is headed to Washington.
We’re Here : optimistic Cloudgoat.
My chariot courtesy of www.myartprints.co.uk/a/anonymous-painter/model-of-a-two-... where I found a Bridgeman Library picture of a sculpture discovered in the Tiber River, currently located in the British Museum, London.
I try to be an optimistic realist…seeing what could be possible but realizing it will usually take real work and effort to get there.
So here I am back out and about…nothing too amazing… but I’m doing it again.
The day was mostly uneventful as Becky's days go. Most stores still have their dressing rooms closed here, so I didn’t find much fun in just touring the racks, as these days I like to see how something is going to look on, before I buy it.
It has been rather warm, so long outdoors activity was also a bit limited. I could have gone to the city, but I was looking to end my day up in the Walnut Creek area and meet up with my friends from the DVGs for dinner and socializing.
But it was nice to be back out and I got a nice boost from a long time friend who, after talking with me for a few minutes, stopped mid-sentence and, Said “You look really good today”…”not that you don’t look good usually but you look very nice, your make up….”
When she was done…just a short set of comments, I stopped her. “Thank you” I said. “It’s not that I need a lot of complements, but today that hit very deeply, as I’ve been struggling to feel like I’m getting back on track again, so thank you very much.” And we continued chatting about some other thing unrelated to TG things.
I didn’t take her comment to mean I looked gorgeous or anything like that, but just that I looked very put together, comfortable and natural and I was back being the nice, friendly, calm and confidence woman she had come to know over the last decade or so. (Just for the record, she was in male mode, but joined us anyways.)
So, I think I’m back…a little older and heavier than before the COVID pandemic hit, but I’m back. I look forward to getting to spend some more femme time soon. It might be a little bit, because I have lots of things vying for my time right now. Family, friends and more that all got set aside for a bit last year.
Anyways you all be well and I hope things will be opening up for you all soon as well.
On a side note: We are now at 82% of folks over 12 vaccinated in my county. Something I quite happy with, but things have really slowed down here, which means we still have nearly 1 in 5 people who have bought into the stupid and self-destructive COVID hoax movement that still exists here. By this point we could have had nearly everyone over 12 vaccinated and the pandemic would be gone here, but because of these stupid and ignorant folks, we are still being held back from really getting back to normal.
The really irritating thing is these are mostly the same people who didn’t want to help stop the spread when COVID was raging last year and they will cause additional unfortunate death and grief, for really no reason at all. Its free, its available, it works amazing well and there is little risk or side effects.
Another sign of the truly insane times we are currently living in.
Be well, Hugs, Becky
Around sunset, a couple days ago.
We moved to our new apartment this month and this was a nice way to celebrate the photographic possibilities from this 15th floor point-of-view. We didn't have any serious storm that day, despite the alert in the morning... Spot the rainbow.
Stitched pano from about 23 photos, taken at around 30 mm. In hindsight, I should have just used a wider lens. I had another layer of photos for the clouds above the frame but didn't account for how fast the wind was moving them and how quickly they were changing. That was a nightmare to stitch in post and in the end I just had to give up on that top strip of clouds, which in my opinion was the most dramatic :(
Sometimes when the times are at their darkest point, the brightest pictures come to light.
November last year wasn't my finest time. But even when I know I wasn't happy and everything was sort of crumbling down I feel optimistic when I look at my past self here. There isn't sadness in my eyes, and somehow, that tiny little stupid thing makes me feel so strong.
The story of the abandoned Taborian Hospital in Mound Bayou, Mississippi is told in the attached article from the Mississippi Business Journal:
MOUND BAYOU — A block down from Kennedy Johnson’s new barbecue restaurant sits a boarded-up symbol of a Delta town’s haunting past and optimistic future.
Taborian Hospital was one of the first modern medical facilities in Mississippi that was built, owned and operated by African-Americans. The old medical center here has been shuttered for three decades, but the “no trespassing” signs will soon come off.
“I made a promise to my mother in 2002 that I would work to get Taborian Hospital restored,” said Johnson, who served as the town’s mayor for 12 years. “Even though she is not here to see it, I made good on that promise.”
The hospital, later renamed Mound Bayou Community Hospital, closed in 1983 due to increased regulations, competition from new clinics and hospitals and federal cutbacks. The long effort to revive it by Johnson, U.S. Rep. Bennie Thompson, D-Miss., and descendants of the hospital’s founders paid off when the town received a $2.9 million federal grant in 2011.
In July, crews began working to turn the old hospital into the new Taborian Urgent Care Center. Officials hope the center is the shot in the arm needed to trigger economic development in the 126-year-old town.
Mound Bayou is a place with a storied past. Isaiah T. Montgomery and his cousin, Benjamin T. Green, both born into slavery, founded the town in 1887 during the post-Civil War era when many were debating how to mitigate “the Negro problem.”
The phrase was a crude way of questioning the place of black people in American society. Some advocated the back-to-Africa movement. Many worked for integration. And others, like Montgomery and Green, supported all-black townships where African-Americans lived in self-sufficient cities that provided some insulation from the racial violence of the day. While some former 19th century black townships now boast diverse populations, Mound Bayou remains 99 percent African-American, according to recent Census figures.
“When I was first elected mayor, the town had a $1 million debt; we were suspended from receiving state and federal grants, and the town’s water ran brown and was undrinkable,” said Johnson, who lost his bid for re-election two months ago to another man named Johnson. “We cleaned up these problems, but the town still needs jobs. The urgent care center can bring much-needed jobs and training for those jobs, and also attract other businesses just like the old hospital did.”
The historic Taborian Hospital came to life about 72 years ago, after members of the fraternal organization the International Order of Twelve Knights and Daughters of Tabor launched a fundraising campaign to build the facility at the urging of the group’s Mississippi leader, Perry M. Smith.
“Papa told the story that when he visited one of the members of his order at a hospital in Jackson, that they were treating black people in a dirty basement,” said Smith’s granddaughter, Myrna Smith-Thompson.
“When he came home, he went to the members in the Mississippi chapter with the idea of building a hospital for the black community where we could come through the front door — not be left to die in a dirty basement.”
Members paid annual dues of $8.40 for adults and $1.20 for children, which entitled them to 31 days of hospitalization and a burial policy. Leaders also went to meetings held in churches from Benoit to Yazoo City, where sharecroppers and farmers bought into the dream of a hospital to call their own.
“They were poorer than poor,” Smith-Thompson said about the sharecroppers. “But they paid for the memberships because they wanted to be treated with dignity and respect at a hospital.”
After raising $100,000 over 12 years, the Knights and Daughters of Tabor opened Taborian Hospital in February 1942.
Smith-Thompson, 64, was born there seven years later.
She remembers that the hospital on Edwards Avenue was a hub of activity in downtown Mound Bayou and helped the town rebound after The Great Depression.
“There were people coming to town to see the doctor or going to Norman’s Pharmacy or eating at the restaurants that opened when the hospital came to town,” she said.
“The hospital served as the catalyst to bring back the economic growth,” she added. “We see the urgent care center doing the exact same thing today.”
Smith-Thompson, who for more than a decade has fought to get the old hospital restored, was hired as the center’s educational development director.
She now lives in Illinois but commutes monthly to Mound Bayou, a Delta town of 1,500 residents 100 miles south of Memphis.
The federal grant is also paying for computers and the video conferencing equipment for a distance learning medical training program through Coahoma Community College. Now, students studying medical billing and coding won’t have to travel 40 miles to the course in Clarksdale. Ten residents have already completed a health care sanitation class in a separate Workforce Development program.
The idea to turn the old hospital into an urgent care center was conceived by Margo Christian-Brooks, who wrote the grant that secured the federal dollars for the hospital’s restoration.
Since the mid-20th century, Mississippi has received a generous portion of federal dollars. Today, for every dollar its residents pay in federal income taxes, the state collects more than two dollars of federal funding, which includes money for military spending, farm subsidies and industrial development. Yet, for years, the federal projects pipeline had bypassed Mound Bayou despite its anemic economy and median household income of $20,000 a year.
“The grant was for $6 million, and we asked for approximately half of it and we received it, which did not sit well with others that also applied for the money,” said Christian-Brooks, hired by the town to serve as the contract administrator and project manager for the urgent care center.
When it opens next year, the center in Mound Bayou will be the first one in Bolivar County. Currently, the closest urgent care is 80 miles away in Batesville, Miss.
The center is just the beginning of economic redevelopment for the area, said newly elected Mayor Darryl Johnson, who envisions opening a museum to showcase the town’s unique history.
“President Theodore Roosevelt called Mound Bayou, the ‘Jewel of the Delta’ after a trip here,” added Darryl Johnson. “Well, we are pulling that jewel straight out of the dirt, cleaning it off and we are going to make it shine again.”
optimistic about gods
and I do believe in good
but as autumn gets closer
it gets hard to keep the mood
- Frosted July -
Despite a very optimistic weather forecast, yesterday ended up rather overcast. Still an opportunity for fresh air without too much fresh rainwater.
Lomo Lubitel 166 Universal and T-22 75mm f/4.5, Ilford HP5 Plus in Rodinal 1+50 for 14 min @ 20°C and digitalized using kit zoom and extension tubes.
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I already purchased the pots & aquatic soil for my sprouting water Lotus/water lily seeds. I will just have to add water & hope the cats don’t mess with them. The pot has a magnolia design.
A couple days after my first trip to the desert, another optimistically-romantic and even-younger dude wanted to take me to see some small dunes (the dunes-only shots turned out unphotographable with my crappy film). Small, because the big ones are touristy, and also the small ones were near his village. A very weird evening motorbike ride into the desert to drink terrible whiskey on the dunes, watch the sunset, and get eyeballed suspiciously by his family.
Maybe better in color, while the guy was wearing my turban from Mali that happened to match his t-shirt.
