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Photo captured on U.S. Highway 97, the Dalles-California Highway, in Klamath County. State of Oregon. "State of Jefferson." Late February 2013.
Photo of the Samoa Pulp Mill captured via Minolta MD Celtic 28mm f/2.8 Lens from the Woodley Island Marina on Humboldt's waterfront. City of Eureka. Humboldt County. Late November 2013.
Photo captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 75-200mm f/4.5 lens along Highway 1, the Shoreline Highway, before it sharply turns inland and terminates at Junction U.S. 101, the Redwood Highway, in the census-designated place of Rockport. Mendocino County. Mid November 2013.
Selfreflection on the window of a car in Amsterdam. Taken with my HTC Desire using the Camera360 Android app.
Sometimes, or rather very often, when I shoot a (self) reflection picture, those around me have a hard time managing their curiousity, they shuffle their feet, they pretend they're doing something meaningful or looking at something completely different, but in reality all they want to do is to come over to me and check out exactly what I am doing. This canny curiousity can not just have a negative effect on you if you are a cat, but you might end up in the picture with me, your nosiness on display for all the world to see, lol :)
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What happened?
You wake up
You discover your life isn't going how you wish. Too many years self pity.
Now, now is the time to change. You have a reason and a need to.
So as you work, the question remains:
Will you fade away on this as you have before?
"Oh yeah it's on now, Gonna mass destruct it. Life we gonna live it to the fullest,We accept it " Lotus Juice Self Redemption
Photo captured near the Chandler Grove within Humboldt Redwoods State Park near the census-designated place of Redcrest alongside Avenue of the Giants. Humboldt County. Mid July 2013.
"Endless Stars In Sight." Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens a few miles north of California City in the census-designated place of Mojave. Kern County. Antelope Valley. Mid August 2013.
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Photo of the rugged Santa Lucia Mountains, part of the Coast Ranges, captured at post-mile marker 1.00 at the Monterey County Line in Big Sur. Monterey County. Early May 2013.
{film} This was one of my "shit, I need to bring this camera back now" shots. Excuse the poor posture and the hair that badly needs a cut.
We found out last night that our offer on the house we checked out earlier this week was accepted. Inspection is starting today and if all goes well, we'll be able to move in at some point in mid to late January.
I can't really claim this as my own. I saw something almost exactly like this on flickr a few nights ago. I've searched high and low, but I can't find it again. If you know the image, please either link it or message me and I'll link it to this one.
This is one thing I really love about flickr right now - there's a mind boggling amount of exposure to other photographers/ideas/styles. I can (and do) spend literally hours falling down the rabbit hole. I'll sit in awe sometimes and wonder how he/she did something so cool, and occasionally (today) I'll get off my butt and try to teach myself how to do it. And from here I can take what I learned in more original directions.
In other news, I still find self-portraiture really awkward and embarrassing - at least for me it is.
*Side note: I don't actually wear glasses. I tried the picture with and without, and it works better with them. Make fun of me accordingly
Photo captured along the King Range via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 75-200mm f/4.5 lens at Mattole River Beach on the Lost Coast. Humboldt County. Late November 2013.
Photo captured via Minolta MD Celtic 28mm f/2.8 Lens at Mattole River Beach on the Lost Coast. Humboldt County. Late November 2013.
The advent of arrows
Foreshadows the dream
The serpents shaft of tourmaline
A spark of greif for a life unseen
It's the spiders eye of tourmaline
A garland of glances
At what might have been
The brazen cymbals of tourmaline
To stand aloof in a field of dreams
The serpent knows
Tourmaline
The spider says
I will mark the seams
But the serpent knows
Tourmaline
Inspired by Harold Budd
Photo captured via Minolta MD Celtic 28mm f/2.8 Lens at Mattole River Beach on the Lost Coast. Humboldt County. Late November 2013.
Been a weird summer. I never post self portraits & do not know if I will try more.. but I figured I give a creative take on one.
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Grand Slam Beachvolleybal toernooi in Scheveningen | Grand Slam Beach volleyball tournament in Scheveningen, Netherlands.
Selfreflection
Canon EOS-1D MKIII | EF-L 300mm F2.8 (non-IS) + 2x converter (= 600 mm)
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We're Here! looking for Stop Signs.
Today I stop full-time employment, and carefully go into that intersection called Retirement.
You can see my reflection in the S of Stop!
Often in life, one must cleanse the soul; undergoing a series of self reflective exercises to uncover the highs and lows pertaining to one's life. Just like this photo depicts beautiful Mount Lassen, and its reflection on the lake, life sometimes can and will display the obvious to your very own eyes. Live, love and enjoy life. Photo of Mount Lassen captured at Manzanita Lake. Shasta County. Late October 2012.
Slightly edited selfreflection on a car in Amsterdam. Taken with my HTC Desire using the Camera360 Android app.
It ain't always being easy being a wicked Reflectah, it takes a lot of hard work and dedication to make it to the point where I'm at now, and it'll take so much more of both to get me to where I want to be, while all I want, is a looong vacation, lazy me, lol. When I think about this, I always hear this song in my head:
"Sitting in my car watch the stars and smoke
I came a long way but still I got so far to go."
2Pac "Crazy"
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Slightly edited selfreflection on a window in Amsterdam. Taken with my HTC Desire using the Camera360 Android app.
I'm a total Nature-freak, I have so many plants in my house and on my balcony, that it looks and feels like a jungle, my preferred natural habitat...well, not really, I don't like wild animals or man-eating insects, so let's say urban jungle. To my utter delight, lately I had to realize that I spend so much time surrounded by plants that some kind of osmosis process has started, converting my body into a new half-human-half-plant lifeform, not an unpleasant experience, as I get to hang around chillaxing most of the time, and looking at my leafy hands, nobody is expecting me to get any actual work done anymore anyways, so I'm mostly being left alone in a corner, working on the final stages of my plantness, and as you can see, rather successfully, I am almost there...please water me every now and then, thank you :D
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Photo of the mouth of the Klamath River captured at the Klamath River Overlook via Requa Road in Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Redwood National Park. Early August 2013.
Don't tell me we're friends and then disregard me. Don't try to drag me into your world that turns everything upside down. Stop trying to lure me in then let me go.
This photo is unedited except for being cropped.
For the FGR theme
me with my painting. #295 of the 365day challenge. see the blank one www.flickr.com/photos/shannonkringen/2296891121/
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#75 of 365day challenge right before i rode my bicycle in the first annaul hemp ride seattle. we did 27 miles today but only 4 of us rode! it was great fun though...
Photo captured via Nikon 50mm f/1.8 D AF Nikkor lens from Samoa Beach in the census-designated place of Samoa. Humboldt County. Early October 2013.
It’s always at night.
When the house goes still, and the email pings go silent, and there’s nothing left to distract me from the hum in my chest. That same question always finds its way back, whispering with a voice that sounds exactly like mine.
How i wish i would have leave all behind, pack my vest, grab my cameras, and hit the road.
“What if I just went?”
And I never answer right away.
Because I know what comes next.
“Go where?”
Anywhere.
Ukraine? - “You’re too Brown for that!”
Gaza? - “You’re Jewish!”
Back to a place where your camera actually mattered.
Where stories still needed telling.
Where truth wasn’t buried under spreadsheets.
Go back to conflict? You already survived it once, that’s more than most get.
Go back to what? You can’t even breathe right anymore.
I want to help give voice to muted mouths.
“And in the progress, destory what is left of your mental capacity, and your life.”
“You’re 34 now. You’re not 22. You’ll die there.”
Maybe. But at least I’d die doing something that mattered.
“You already did. You already bled. You already ran. You already burned. Isn’t that enough?”
But it never is.
Not when the ghost of the old life follows me into bed.
I turn over. I stare at the ceiling. The light from the hallway spills under the door,
just enough to remind me: You’re not there anymore.
No broken glass underfoot. No crowds roaring. No boots. No bullets.
Just carpet. A soft pillow. Quiet.
“You miss it?!”
No. I miss purpose. There’s a difference.
I miss being needed. Being essential. Being the one who told the story.
“And what would that change now? You think going back would fix you? You think there’s redemption in one more warzone?”
I get up. Walk to the closet. Pull the chair.
Reach for the suitcase. Open it.
The vest is still there. Same one I cleaned by hand after it had soaked through with blood, mine and others’.
The one I promised I’d never put on again.
But still, I think about it.
Every day.
And tonight, I touched it.
“You idiot. You’re safe now. You have a salary, a company, a damn ergonomic chair and electric standing desk.”
So what? I’m empty. I sleep alone in a king-sized bed that feels like a solitary confinement.
“What are you but an adrenaline junkie who wants to leave a job millions would kill for!
A country that’s one of the safest in the world, to go chase a ghost from the past?
That same ghost that broke you, nearly killed you, more times than you can count.
And you do know. You don’t need to remember. Just look at your body—count the holes, the burn marks.
Don’t forget the ones that missed but would’ve been fatal. Best not forget those…”
Maybe I’m just an adrenaline junkie with survivor’s guilt. Maybe I want to leave comfort not for a cause, but for a fix. Maybe I’m still trying to prove something to a version of myself that no longer exists.
I don’t miss the danger. I miss what the danger meant. That I mattered. That someone needed to tell the truth. That I had something real to say.
And yes, this life I have now is a dream. And the more I live it, the more I feel like a coward for enjoying it. Every luxury feels like betrayal.
Every comfort feels like forgetting, I’ve survived more than I ever should have.
And yet I dread losing this life, this plush, protected, capitalist cocoon. Because I know the second I lose it, I’ll run. Back to stories. Back to risk. Back to meaning.
Isn’t that twisted?
“So you’d throw away all of this?
The warm apartment. The luxury. The team who respects me.
The passive income. The safety. The future.
You’d throw all of it away for what? A story? A body bag?”
I sit in silence
The vest across my lap. Maybe I won’t go.
Maybe I will. Maybe it’s not about going anywhere at all.
There’s a story from Passover that haunts me.
We focus on the Israelites who reached the Promised Land.
But I think about the others. The ones who never made it. The ones stuck in the desert.
The ones whose trauma kept them from crossing over. They wandered for 40 years.
not because they were lost, but because they were still carrying slavery inside them.
Maybe I’m just one of those who were never meant to cross over.
That’s me.
I’m not the one who enters the land. I’m the one stuck in the sand.
Fragments - 09
Photo of the mouth of the Klamath River captured at the Klamath River Overlook via Requa Road in Del Norte County. "State of Jefferson." Redwood National Park. Early August 2013.
Photo captured during sunset at the Vista Point near the Berry Summit along California Highway 299 via Minolta MD Celtic 28mm f/2.8 Lens about 10 miles west of the census designated place of Willow Creek. Humboldt County. Mid November 2013.
Photo of the rugged Santa Lucia Mountains captured alongside the El Sur Ranch on the Old Coast Road in Big Sur. Monterey County. Mid April 2013.
how many people taking photos with both eyes open?
for me: instead of looking like that, this is more close to the reality. =)
an outdated self snap @ celebrity city hotel, nanjing.