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A *massive* thank you to Jacqueline Sinclair for an utterly fabulous year of photography!! I can't tell you how much I've learned ~ I know it's been a lot of work for you and I hope that you know how much it is appreciated!!!
Selbstreflexion Selbstreflektion Leere Vitrine.
Part of the set: "Viennese Museums before my very eyes".
DMC-G2 - P1280624 12.2.2012
Doing a bit of self reflection tonight. I'm currently teaching a short 4 week course on Using Lightroom, and tonight's class was one of those train wrecks viewed in slow motion... I think I may have at one point put EVERY SINGLE person in the room to sleep at the same time. Clearly, I need to tweak my delivery and focus...
It's been so long since I've felt such epic failure at doing something, it's kind of embarrassing, slightly demoralizing, definitely humbling, but yet also very refreshing at the same time. Lately, I feel like my life is too easy, and things have just been sailing far too smoothly. I feel like I need a bit of stress to put that edge back on, to snap me out of that complacency that comes with coasting in comfort. I'm gonna regroup, readjust, and retry, so watch out, next week, I'm gonna rock you like you've never been rocked before.
Kiev 88CM, Arsat 80mm f/2.8, on Fuji NPH 400.
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. ;)
When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse
And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
And high up above, or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try, you'll never know
Just what you're worth
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face, and I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face, and I
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you
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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... ;)
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!! \ ^_^ /
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)
Ah que j'adore les vitrines du centre-ville de Montréal et ses mannequins. Je pourrais y passer des heures à y faire de la photo. Il y a tellement de possibilités.
François Meehan
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Gee, I love the downtown Montreal stores "vitrines" and their mannequins. I could spend hours to shoot images, endless possibilities...
François Meehan