Recognition Of Great MOCs
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I know how you feel...
Avatars shouldn’t be so self-aware.
Jacket: Gabriel
Head: Akeruka
Hair: Dura
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I am so honoured to be presented with a certificate of recognition from sorority Delta Theta Nu. This means so much to me!
I was so shocked and very blown away to be told "You are seen". It brought tears to my eyes as life is not easy. Yet we still make the best of every situation and push through trying our best to sprinkle positivity. Thank you once again to the ladies of DTN! I appreciate you all so much ♥
Colour photos suit the times when Ivy (my Mum) briefly recognises me. It may last seconds, maybe two minutes then its gone. She goes back into another World, her private World.
Sitting on the window-sill and enjoying the low afternoon sun. Illuminated and in sharp focus is the "good" eye, the one I use for photography. The other one plays second fiddle. However, none of them was really involved in taking this self-portrait. It was the artificial eye of the camera in connection with a clever algorithm (automatic eye recognition) that kicked in when I pressed the shutter release (via a long cable). This is one of the situations where camera technology enables me to do things with ease that, if done manually, would have been quite difficult to achieve.
Perhaps I am beginning to understand that white silence is violence.
Australia's history is problematic for 232 years, and counting. Though we can be proud of the 59,768 years before that; before colonization.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uszdyMaC2c
I was appalled as a child when I learnt in 1966 that we had not previously counted our First Nations People in our population census. I was just a kid and it seemed simple to me: you count all the people and you come up with a number for the total population. Why weren't we counting all the people?
So the years passed and I grew up and my learning became more sophisticated and I was confronted with the legal concept of terra nullius. A latin term meaning "land that is legally deemed to be unoccupied or uninhabited". So that is how Australia is occupied: with no recognition of any indigenous inhabitants. WTF! This kid is increasingly uncomfortable with this history.
I am ashamed today that my country continues to allow a disproportionate rate of black deaths in custody.
We need to change. I look forward to sacrifices to my white privilege in order to achieve this.
Holga 120N, neutral density soft surround filter, HP5+
D-76 1+2, 12½ min
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Recent research in Cambridge has shown that sheep can recognise human faces when encouraged by a wee treat, such as Baa-rack Obama’s and Emma Watson’s. Our neighbours may of recognized me, but they were not used to me jumping into their space in order to shoot the setting sun.
A Cokin diffuser filter was used on camera.
Image taken at The Shipyards, North Vancouver.
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It made my day to be remembered by this fine young upcoming actor last summer. It was four full years since we last laid eyes on each other, when he was one of the teenage dancers in a musical movie being made in 2018, for which I was shooting promotional & archival stills.
I was sitting supping coffee @ Liverpool Central Station in 2022 when he spotted me. (He took the pic on his phone, btw.)
"To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event".
Henri Cartier-Bresson
“Everyone needs recognition for his accomplishments, but few people make the need known quite as clearly as the little boy who said to his father: "Let's play darts”
- Anonymous
Glaub nicht dais ich werbe.
Engel, und wurb uch duch aych! Du kommst nicht. Denn mein
Anruf ist immer voll Hinweg; wider so starke
Stromung kannstdu nicht schreiten. Wie ein gestreckter
Arm ist mein Rufen. Und seine zum Greifen
oben offene Hand bleibt vordir
offen, wie Abwehr und Warnung.
Unfislicher, weitauf.
Could it be / that with loss of recognition / of structure and function / the sense of beauty grows? / or not?
The reality of naïve art.
Still life with oil heater, 1944, by Sipke Houtman (1871-1945). From the exhibition Naïve Realism in Museum MORE Gorssel NL.
More Naïve Realism at my Blog:
johanphoto.blogspot.com/2023/10/naief-realisme-naive-real...
Seen through the workings of the Erie steam shovel, Kerr Stuart 0-4-0 saddle tank 'Stanhope', works number 2395 built in 1917, visiting Threlkeld Quarry in Cumbria from the Apedale Valley Light Railway, on 24th July 2015. A narrow gauge locomotive with a remarkable history, surviving against all odds.
avlr.org.uk/product/the-story-of-stanhope
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I went to see my Brother today.
He later admitted that he didn't recognise me when he answered the door. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or a bad thing...
Musings of a 61/2week old,,,, left to right,,,, "I was sound asleep when I heard some weird clicking and opened my eyes to see what was happening and Yikes! there was a woman with a big black thing standing over me but then she spoke and I realized it was my great grandma taking my pic so of course I thought that I should smile" We had a lovely visit with Oliver,,,, a sweet and happy boy,,, so sad we don't live closer! wishing everyone a happy day and thanks for your visits,,,,
It was my third time staying in Buttermere in the last 4 years, at about the same time of year and I had feared my photography would be samey. That’s my problem I have no pre visual imagination. However because of those other visits only when I arrived a process of recognition took place. It’s like going to do something in the house but when you get there you’ve forgotten what you were going to do. Strangely if you go back to the room where you thought of the task and start the journey again that forgotten thing will come back to you. This photo is an example of that recall. I’d set out in the morning with no idea what I was going to do, it was only when I got to this location the idea of climbing up Comb beck I had from last year was recalled. I stroll back to the hotel a lot happier than when I set out.
The Vietnam Traveling Memorial Wall is a 3/5 scale replica of the Vietnam Memorial in Washington DC. It stands six feet tall at the center and covers almost 300 feet from end to end. 58,195 names of fallen servicemen and women are inscribed on it.
This Traveling Memorial stands as a reminder of the great sacrifices made during the Vietnam War. It was made for the purpose of helping heal and rekindle friendships and to allow people may not be able to make the trip to Washington DC the opportunity to visit and honor loved ones in their home town.
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The golden opportunity you are seeking is in yourself. It is not in your environment, it is not in luck or chance, or the help of others; it is in yourself alone.
-- Orison Swett Marden (among many, many others)
(Note: Typically, I immediately eliminate any photo w/a sun flare. In this case, slight as it is, it seemed to serve an appropriate accent. Comments, of course, welcome...)
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