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Hmm, not much to say about this one. Let me see ... it is your standard brick corner complete with arches, located at one of the most prestigious Universities in the US. It comes complete with long hallways leading to equally good educational prospects. While you are considering which direction to take, you can enjoy a refreshing drink at the nice little water fountain. Come by and join me for a pensive good time at the Stanford University corner.
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Award winning comedian Nina Gilligan presents 'Rescued'
A darkly comic 'tail' follows the journey of a woman spinning out of control.
Alice has waited and waited for life to happen but is frustrated, dispondent and ultimately desperate.
Can a bull terrier called 'Dog', rescued from a shelter from John - aka The Wolf Man - change her perceptions as Alice is finally forced to confront the question:
What does it mean to be Rescued?
Rescued explores themes of Love,Loss and Salvation
Nina Gilligan leads a professional cast in this fast paced, pathos filled, doggy 'romp' com.
818 Mil Mi-35P Hind-F/ Panther (023369) Cyprus Air Force -
Andreas Papandreou Airbase , Pathos International Airport Cyprus 08-11-2019
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I was only a couple hours from Everest Base Camp when my driver suddenly stopped the car and motioned for me to get out. I looked around and surmised that this was probably not an ambush so I took my camera with me and climbed a nearby hill. When I got to the top, I was greeted by this view of Lady Everest. I took a few quick photos and got back in the car before I froze my nose off, not knowing how lucky I was to get this unusually clear shot of the peak.
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The East Coast thinks it has a monopoly on leaves changing colors, but there are documented cases of this phenomena occurring in over parts of the world. I know this may be hard to believe, so I went out with my camera to grab some proof. I found this bridge near my home and low and behold I did, in fact, find leaves changing colors. How you like them apples?
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I got a chance to meet some of the best landscape photographers (Jay Patel, Varina Patel, Patrick Smith) on a photo walk this weekend. We met up at San Gregorio Beach near my house and had a great time trying not to be swept away by the ridiculously strong winds. I got sand in places I don't need sand and just barely managed to not get frost bite, but it fun. This was one of my last shots of the day before I said my goodbyes, jumped in my car and held myself for a while in silence while trying to warm up.
"'Asta Nielsen' means the power to speak of pathos, to see pain, and to find the middle path between Baudelaire's flower of evil and the sick rose of which Blake sang." -M. S. Fonseca in 'The International Dictionary of Films And Filmmakers: Actors and Actresses', 1988.
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I wanted to get a picture of the iconic Golden Gate Bridge at night to show off it's sheer sexiness, so one night my friend and I drove out to the city. It was well past midnight when we parked next to a dark construction site at the end of Crissy Fields. It's usually not a good idea to hang out at a place where a seedy character can jump you with a 2x4 and dump your body in the ocean without going out of his way, but I had Mr. Wang for protection, so all was good. The entire place was pitch dark but I had my pocket flashlight which gave us about ten feet of visibility. We got to the end of the construction site and ducked under a barrier to finally get to this vantage point. Our spidey-senses were at their max because we could not see anyone coming down the path and there was a huge hill overlooking us.
As I carefully setup for the shot, I looked back and saw Mr. Wang waving his extended tripod in a semicircle to ward off any attacks. As I was taking my final long exposure (about 30 seconds), we heard voices coming up from the construction site. When they were about twenty feet away we saw two huge shapes walking towards us but we could not make out if they were friend or foe. I had already mentally played out a scenario in my mind where Mr. Wang, Nikki (my beloved camera) and I ran away in terror but the two big shapes turned out to be a couple taking a romantic walk ... who the hell takes a romantic walk through a construction site in the dark past midnight?! Well, after that we just got a few more quick shots and made our way back to safety.
Instruction #46: "Make a picture that is funny and sad at the same time. A photograph that simultaneously evokes pathos, irony and humour." - Jeff Mermelstein
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I like photography because it has so much to do with chance. I was thinking of this little castle in the clouds I saw from the top of Kumbum Stupa in Gyantse. The clouds were perfect, there was a bit of blue and the light was just right to give it a fantastical effect. How was it that I was there at that precise moment when all the elements came together? I think back on that day and all the random little detours and choices that were necessary to get me there. I love floating around with my camera, ready to capture whatever life has planed out for me.
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I am not really into portraits, but every so often, I find someone who looks interesting enough for me to stop them, pay them some RMB and ask them to stand still for a tick so that I may capture their awesomeness. I was hiking around the little mountain villages in the Longsheng rice terraces area of China, when I happened across this fine gentleman. We did not share a common language so I proceeded to pantomime my intentions to take his picture. He tilted his head and raised one bushy eyebrow in consideration before he accepted my offer. I released my inner paparazzi on him for a few seconds and when he was done, he simply turned around and whent about his day as if nothing had happened. I wonder what he thought of the whole experience?
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This collection of photographs was the result of a happy mistake while walking through the Hakone Garden's bamboo forest in Saratoga. I was messing around with my camera on manual mode, trying different angles and motions when I noticed the resulting images resembled impressionist paintings. I liked how the bamboo forest was implied though color, light and movement, so I sat there for a while and tried different things until I got the look I wanted. All of these photographs are single shots with very minor adjustments in Photoshop.
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Not so long ago, I decided to send out my beloved Nikki (Nikon D90 given to me by my wife as an engagement gift) to get modified to only capture infrared light. This decision caused me much distress, but my curiosity won out in the end and I eagerly awaited her return. Would she come back an unrecognizable franken-camera? Would she resent me for adjusting her delicate sensor? When I finally got her back, she didn’t look or feel any different but when I took the first picture I realized she was no longer the Nikki I had learned to shoot with. She was now a highly refined instrument of beauty.
It took me a while to figure out how to work with the raw image, but this is my first infrared photo taken in front of Grace Cathedral in San Francisco. It took me much much longer to process partly because of the new software needed to correct the white balance, and partly because I decided to make my first infrared experiment a night HDR (I am a masochist). Alas, now that I have infrared capabilities you will be seeing more of my crazy experiments in the near future.
Quello che vedo non è mio. Mentre quello che sento in ciò che vedo è mio: la sensazione, il sentimento, l'emozione, l'armonia, il pathos, la ragione, il racconto, l'attimo. Dunque, ciò che fotografo non è mio, mentre è mio ciò che sento in quello che fotografo. È questo "sentire" che voglio comunicare agli altri, condividere, e sarebbe assurdo rinchiuderlo in qualche stupida rivendicazione di proprietà, materiale, commerciale o intellettuale che sia. Con le mie foto non sto vendendo, lucrando, guadagnando; sto parlando, per essere ascoltato e non per essere comprato. E il mio parlare non ha copyright. Buona visione. E buon ascolto
Questi sono alcuni degli scatti realizzati al mercato nei pressi del Castello medievale di Bran, comune della storia regione della Transilvania, dimora dimora, secondo la leggenda, del sanguinario conte Dracula, personaggio ispirato alla figura del principe Vlad III che nel XV secolo fece parlare di sè per la ferocia e la crudeltà del suo animo .
La fortezza tuttavia, non è il vero maniero appartenuto all'imperatore Vlad ma era utilizzato dal sovrano come residenza di caccia. Curioso è l'aver appreso che i rumeni sono venuti a conoscenza di Dracula e di tutta la leggenda ad esso annessa ai primi anni '90, dopo che l'ex dittatore comunista Ceacescu è stato destituito dei suoi poteri.
Sapere questo ha suscitato curiosità prima e riflessione poi: mi trovavo li, in mezzo alla popolazione locale portatrice di tradizioni in parte costruite e piegate al consumismo frenetico, recitando la mia parte da turista occidentale, inconsciamente privo del reale contatto con quel mondo di genti diverse . Ero in Transilvania per vedere il castello di un vampiro? Ero in Transilvania per poi raccontare di esserci stato?
Come il pezzo di una carovana di passanti ciechi e sordi che si autocompiace perchè viaggia e conosce, che prende tutto per oro colato, che non si pone un perchè, un percome. Ecco come mi son sentito. Volutamente cieco.
La Romania non è una leggenda. Non è un vampiro.
Sono persone.
Che non conoscevo e non conosco.