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Some Haiku Notes To Consider:
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Now on planet earth
over 8 billion people
November 16th
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Look to see what is
then look to see what is not
part of the matrix
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The way that you are
is the result of the path
you chose to follow
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Follow your own path
wherever it may lead you
let it be your guide
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October
And the trees are stripped bare
Of all they wear
What do I care
October
And kingdoms rise
And kingdoms fall
But you go on...and on...
U2
What is this? Two self-portraits in a row. Good grief! What is the world coming to?
Two weeks ago I met up with Paulina in Paris. Sheltered underneath a roof with the rain falling right next to us, we had a long French breakfast before checking into our Airbnb, where we exchanged thoughts on self-reflection and unexpected change and watched the heavy rain from our window.
Kamera: Ondu 6x6 Mk III Rise
Film: Ilford SFX 200 + Red Filter
Kjemi: Rodinal (Stand 1:100 / 60 min. @ 20°C)
No cropping, no post-processing, film has not been pushed or pulled. No alterations, no bullshit.
Karuna Films LTD: Doing Time Doing Vipassana (1997)
- Meditate, Cunda, do not delay, lest you later regret it.
I got this Tattered texture from Playing with Brushes (thank you so much you are incredible)
so for todays FGR Self Reflection. I was so happy to see this selected today, self reflection is always a good thing... i tend to focus on the bad.. BUT... well anyway I thought about this a lot today and for every bad, I had to have a good...
1. I have worked hard, damn hard, to get where I am and I deserve that sucess
2. I have done some things that I'm not proud of, that I think about all the time, that have hurt people, though never my intention, and I'm sorry and my heart aches for you every mintue of every day
3. I am blessed in life, I have an incredible family and fantastic friends, i'd lay down in traffic for them
4. I like the drama, the sadness, the hardtimes, as much as i hate it, i like it... i think it makes me stronger (that is so weird)
5. I want to be better at everything, instantly, now!
keeps popping into explore... and popping out :)
inspired by a work of a great artist named Erik Johansson this is my try with a 3D part in the image.
I hope you like it!
this is a composition of 4 several photos.
3 shooted with my 24-105mm and one with my 8mm Fisheye.
Thanks to all of you, for making this shot #1,
to Front Page and to the Interestingness Page!
Thank you so much!
Please do me a favor and View it LARGE on Black
Before and After at my Site also other Images
strobist info:
1x 430 EX II trough softbox cam up left pointing downward
1x 580 EX II cam down right bare trough diffusor pointing at me
triggered via ST-E2
I did some more self portraits and really tried to do something different with the light and cropping. I really loved doing these... just wish I had a model so I could just do the photography. I'll have to bribe a friend to help out.... hmmm.
Again... any advise, criticism or comments are appreciated. Merci Boucoup!
I have been working a freelance photography job for the last couple of days. This requires a lot of driving in rural Mississippi. Not the most glamorous of jobs, but, it's given me a lot of time to reflect..
"I have come curiously close to the end, down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole,
Defeated, I concede and move closer
I may find comfort here.
I may find peace within the emptiness,
How pitiful."
This work originates from a gaze that moves between two directions: outward and inward.
The outward gaze is present, but it is a fearful one. The external world often appears hostile, cruel, incapable of welcoming. It is a space that wounds, judges, and crushes. Faced with this harshness, the gaze withdraws, protects itself, and consciously chooses to turn inward.
Looking within is not an escape, but an act of active consciousness. It is a choice of survival, clarity, and truth. When the outside becomes inhumane, ten thousand times better to inhabit one’s own inner space, to listen to it, recognize it, and defend it.
These images are created with the aid of artificial intelligence and use my own face not because I consider artificial intelligence to be art. For me, art remains pure, including photographic art. Artificial intelligence is used here solely as a tool: a technical means that adapts to my expressive needs, without replacing the artistic act, the vision, or the responsibility of the author.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
Excerpt from brainproject.ca:
We have all been raised to self-reflect and consider who we are, what we want and where we are going. Our view of ourselves is frequently based on how we were raised, educated and treated as children. As we age, we see ourselves further reflected in our families, friends and more generally in how successfully we have navigated employment and financial stability. We often subscribe to the media’s rigid, impenetrable polished ideals that are framed in clear-cut definitions of identity and beauty. “Self Reflection” visually depicts these tendencies while gently reminding us of how aging and disease can also provide new self-images. Though clouded, our self-portraits can also become softer and more deeply beautiful.
In order to find out who you are, you will, at some point, have to feel really isolated, left out, different. - Jenna Marbles
For the #SPS #selfportraitsunday theme Inside or Outside.
At Edwards Gardens today, Toronto
Having a bribe (nuts) helps get closer to these guys!!!
Black Squirrel, 'Sciurus carolinensis'
The black squirrel is actually a variety of the eastern grey squirrel, Sciurus carolinensis.
Other snaps of Edward Gardens are here
www.flickr.com/photos/12466980@N05/sets/72157603287473863/
Added to theCream of the Crop pool as my Most Favourited.
Happy weekend dear friends! :-)
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The hiding place is almost never a room. It’s the quiet, dim corner inside us where we tuck away the parts we’re afraid will make someone pull their hand back.
It’s the private alcove we build out of fear and habit - where we stash the exhaustion we can’t explain, the memories that still sting, the impulses we don’t trust, the versions of ourselves we hope no one ever sees too clearly.
We slip into that inner room the way someone steps outside for a smoke: not because it’s glamorous, but because it’s familiar. Because it gives us a moment to breathe without performing. Because it feels safer to disappear for a minute than to risk being fully seen. We tell ourselves we’re protecting the people we love from the heaviness we carry, that the distance is a kindness, that silence is a shield.
But the truth is, the hiding place leaks.
It always does.
It shows up in the way we over-explain why we needed a minute. In the way our eyes drift when someone asks how we’re doing. In the way our smile lands just a little too late. The heart is porous - no matter how tightly we press ourselves into the shadows, the scent of what we’re holding eventually drifts out.
And the cruelest part is this: while we think we’re sparing the people who care about us, what we’re really giving them is an outline, a silhouette, a ghost. They can feel the distance even when they can’t name it. They can sense the weight even when we insist we’re fine.
The tragedy of the hiding place is that it feels like safety, but it starves us.
It keeps us from the connection that could actually soften the ache, the voice that might say, “You don’t have to disappear to be loved.”
And maybe that’s the hardest truth of all:
the door we close to protect ourselves is often the same one that keeps us from being found.
hiding behind my camera
I attempted to do a few self portraits but none of them really worked .....the only ones I liked were when I'm hiding behind my camera!
anyway I'm going to give up on the idea of a self portrait at the moment.
Photo of Big Lagoon captured via Minolta MD Zoom Rokkor-X 75-200mm f/4.5 lens in the census-designated place of Big Lagoon. Humboldt County. Early December 2013.
Kodak Ektar 35HN
Agfa APX100
Caffenol - CH @ 20° (15 minutes)
Ilfrod Rapid Fix (5 minutes)
Local Kebab house in Tywyn. Trying out this very inexpensive half frame camera based off those disposable cameras but has a glass lens. Great fun.
photographer: Natasha du Preez
edit: me
I can't believe how fast 2010 seems to have flown. I remembered quite well my emotions and the joy I felt around this time of the year in 2008.
...at times I wish I didn't search too far to see that the joy I had was within my reach, but I was blinded by own dreams. I dreamt so far that I was losing sight of who I was.
I'm always searching for myself... I don't know if I'll ever find me.
Wishing you and yours a Happy New Year with peace to calm the storms, an endless flow of joy and love in its purest form.
~Henri Frederic Amiel
I'm not sure if I am doing it with grace....but I'm sure as hell trying. lol :o)
Take my hand
You know I`ll be there
If you can I`ll cross the sky
For your love
Give you what I hold dear
Hold on, hold on tightly
Hold on, hold on tightly
Rise up, rise up
With wings like eagles
You`ll run, you`ll run
You`ll run and not grow weary
U2
My obsession with song lyrics continues. Cliche? Everyone does a photo like this, but not like mine! So, yeah, you may have noticed from some of my other pictures that I was born with this different right hand. I used to try to hide it. No more. It is part of who I am. I am used to the stares, the questions, the comments that people think I don't hear. The one thing that still bothers me is when I meet someone new. They enthusiastically stick out their hand (always the right) to shake. When I try to reciprocate, they either pull their hand back or grab me by the arm. Take my hand, dammit, it ain't gonna bite you!
Explored #438!