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Shutter Speed: Medium
Movement: Frozen
Aperture: Small
Depth of Field: Deep
Light
Quality: Soft Contrasting
Quantity: Medium
Direction: From above and back
Joel picked our theme in the Vent this week, and I love what he chose. The little things. Tiny moments, tiny things, anything little that makes you feel something. And in case you hadn't noticed, reflections are kind of my obsession right now. Especially reflections in my bedroom windows. And hearts. And my ring. :)
I've actually felt like garbage all day. I'm hoping this is just a 24 hour thing and I'm feeling a lot better by tomorrow. Skipping soccer tonight to rest. I hate doing that, but I just can't afford to get full-blown sick right now, so I'm taking preemptive measures. Andy just got done cooking crab legs and is going to shred them and make crab cakes for dinner shortly. I'm so excited that I get to spend the rest of my life with him running our kitchen.
Ok, enough rambling.
365 Days (self portraits): Day 335
The Vent: It's the Little Things
In June of 2015 I will asked to shoot a wedding in the beautiful city of Paris in my signature documentary style.
I took along my Canon 5DmkIII (with 24-105L and 50mm f/1.4) with my Fujifilm X100T as a secondary camera.
These images are a selection of some of my favourite captures from what was a truly wonderful day.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been a part of the “popular” crowd; I don’t think I ever will be and I’m okay with that.” Eunice by Christine Wu (2/5)
Challenging the meaning of life is the truest expression of the state of being human. Viktor E. Frankl
Non c'è sfida più difficile, in fotografia, che tentare di fotografare sé stessi.
Da una vetrina, a Venezia, foto di archivio
Buona giornata
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I have been reviewing some Vietnam scans and came on this one which I never bothered with before because it was kind of ordinary. Until I realized it might be an accidental selfie. (A word that did not exist in 1967) If you look closely at the very right of the frame you can see me, reflected in the window.
Fab work do last night "Moulin Rouge" night. Heres the summary
Gin=lots
laughs=plenty
Those staff who entered into the spirit and dressed up=100%
Veggie food=pretty good
service=also good
Company=terrific
Random after party party=random and fun!
home to bed=4.30am
blergh .......
hangover=absolutely
I couldnt possibly post all the shots from the party, loads of drunk teachers acting drunk. Soz.
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. ;)
art transport on my own behalf, 2015: (partly self) reflections on car window & installation of orn cardboard on framed painting on tarpaulin
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... ;)
We don't often think about it, but wherever we go, whatever we do, we are leaving behind a self-reflection for others to remember. May we leave a positive, beautiful reflection that is a testimony beautiful and positive and of good cheer.