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The door that I saw my reflection in was double paned, so I couldn't get any sharper image!
Took in front of new Irving K. Barber Library at UBC.
This is my favorite time of year. No matter where you turn--even inward--there's a ripple of hope and beauty. This is the loveliest period in the natural cycle.
Selbstreflexion Selbstreflektion Leere Vitrine.
Part of the set: "Viennese Museums before my very eyes".
DMC-G2 - P1280624 12.2.2012
I 'm not satisfied with this one, but i haven't got enough time to make another shot. :/
[thank you Flora for being my human tripod. :)]
Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human. Viktor E. Frankl
Self portrait taken inside Blue Moon Camera and Machine with my Pentax K1000. I've been holding on to this image for some months, waiting for the time that it might relieve a self portrait drought.
And also, waiting for a time when it might have some relevance to the events in my life. I've been taking photos since I was about twelve years old - the first camera I ever used consistently was my mom's little 110, and the first book I ever read on photography was put out by the 4-H organization. I had books of photos before I was a teenager, ribbons for them at the county fair, even an award at state fair. But never did I put much stock into myself as a 'real' photographer. It was a hobby for me. Veterinary medicine, on the other hand, was my profession. Photography didn't even take second - I reserved writing as my backup career, meaning my work with a camera took a distant third. And yet, I persisted, because I so thoroughly enjoyed it.
I am a person who downplays my accomplishments. I have always been such a person. But I will take a moment here to say something - yes, I am proud of what I have done and what I continue to do with a camera. I may never be completely satisfied with my work (who is? satisfaction is an endless pursuit that has its purpose... it keeps us driven), but I am confident enough in it to say that, yes, I am pleased with my own progress in the field of photography. My vision is only one of millions, but it is mine alone, and I am proud of it.
There is more to this excerpt. But you'll have to wait until the 25th to discover what that 'more' is. ;)
For FGR - Self Reflection.
I got the idea for this shot at work looking out over the harbor at breakfast. Couldn't wait for sunset so I could go take. Unfortunately, the shy didn't turn out as nice as I'd hoped, but not much to do about that when the cloud cover disappears.
Two rejects for today: Crouching and The reflection
Lighting info: Lowered ambient 1-2 stops. Flash left bare camera left zoomed to 85 mm.
Update: Explored, that was quick :-D
Self Reflection for Me Again Monday.
I've missed MAM the past couple of weeks ...hey I better get used to that pretty soon!
This is a phone pic/selfie in the mirror of a Vespa ^_^
I thought I would just use this shot as I know taking a 'real' selfie tomorrow just wouldn't happen.
HMAM!! \ ^_^ /
What left of sunset at Templo de Debod (Temple of Debod). This temple is dedicated to gods Amun and Isis, and the temple contains a series of chapels.
This is a self-portrait from a few years back when I was photographing an old Cotton Gin. I found myself gazing across the landscape.
Why is it that we find self reflection easier when we are gazing across farm land? Does it reflect on our ancestral background? Or does it reflect upon a simpler life, allowing for easier self reflection?
You may notice the ghostly appeal of this photograph. Partial credit goes to my choice of using infrared photography and the other are choices in my exposure and timing.
Location: central Arkansas.
Photo # IMG_2032_2039mod1b.
(c) Kelly Shipp.
il punto è che questa adesso sono io.
vedo tutto in bianco e nero, fumo troppe sigarette, bevo molto vino e uso solo acqua di profumo ai fiori rigorosamente francese.
ognuno segua la sua strada, amatevi di più e andate in pace.
"Spesso ripeto sottovoce
che si deve vivere di ricordi solo
quando mi sono rimasti pochi giorni.
Quello che e’ passato
e’ come se non ci fosse mai stato.
Il passato e’ un laccio che
stringe la gola alla mia mente
e toglie energie per affrontare il mio presente.
Il passato e’ solo fumo
di chi non ha vissuto.
Quello che ho gia’ visto
non conta piu’ niente.
Il passato ed il futuro
non sono realta’ ma solo effimere illusioni.
Devo liberarmi del tempo
e vivere il presente giacche’ non esiste altro tempo
che questo meraviglioso istante."
(Il mio passato, Alda Merini)
“I?
I walk alone;
The midnight street
Spins itself from under my feet..."
―(Sylvia Plath)―
Often, at midnight, the world seems much more monochromatic as colors recede into the mists of memory...
This building in Manchester is on the approach to Manchester Piccadilly railway station, and snakes along the road. It has shops at ground level and this uniform structure above. Notable among the shops is the Ian Allan bookshop.
The building is curved enough that it can be made to reflect on itself. That appeals to me.
When I was 8 years old, my cousin Eva in Majorca (Spain) who's one year older, sat down with me one summer afternoon and started telling me about this great comic series she was reading... there was a group of heroes who were going to space, and this woman who had a fantastic power that manifested as a bird of fire, and how she was turning evil and eventually sacrificed herself for the ones she loved..
It was, obviously, the adventures of the X-Men from Marvel Comics, during the times of the unforgettable "Dark Phoenix" saga. My fantasy-loving young mind was too curious, so I picked my first comic ever and started reading... getting forever hooked into this art... 25 years later... I'm still an avid reader, I live in New York (often portrayed in many of the stories I read), my boyfriend is an editor at DC Comics, one of our best friends (Phil Jimenez) is one of the most famous comic book artists in the world (among other great things, he drew the Obama-Spiderman mighty cover), etc...
All that's left? Is for me to fulfill the ultimate fantasy and become my own (super)hero one day. It doesn't have to mean getting special powers and do colorful stuff... it would be enough for me to be able to do good and meaningful deeds to others, and fight injustice wherever it may be...
I might have to apply myself extra hard, so I can one day use my arts (photography, journalism, cinema) to do it...
Meanwhile, month after month, I'll keep on dreaming, 22 pages at a time... :-D
Self-portraits (1 and 2) at home.
New York.
Taken both with a 3Gs iPhone, using Hipstamatic app (John S lens + Blanko film style)
Next door, Emily and Elizabeth had retired upstairs. Luckily for them, Bobby had made sure the women had a decent bed and large enough covers.
What Bobby couldn’t plan for, however, was the changing weather and that Elizabeth didn’t seem sleepy.
“Baby sister,” Emily spoke, her face barely visible above the covers as she tried to stay warm. “Could you please turn out the light?”
“I just realized that I’m reading, like, I’m really reading. I haven’t reread the same page four times to make sense of what it says. I didn’t know I could still do that!” Elizabeth marveled.
“I don’t know how you get anything outside of childcare accomplished at your house,” Emily observed.
“I don’t know how I do either,” Elizabeth reflected, astonished she had just said that. Did she really feel that way?
To be continued later this week... ;)