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Autumn has arrived. Unfortunately the sensitivity on my camera was accidentally set way up when I took this, hence the noise.
Barbed wire encircles Israel's separation wall near the village of Bil'in, West Bank. photo by Zahra Moloo
Recent storms flooded portions of the state leaving the earth cracked and fragile after the waters receded.
I have forever casted and made all those human elements in my pics to pose in a certain way I wanted, to fit into the photographic themes I pursue. What when you come across a sight, a tad emotional and artistic....something you constantly imagine and scheme in your creative fantasies, right there in front of you?!
God has his ways to surprise all of us I reckon. Today, He sent me a sweet bonus. I found these two random strangers, set-up almost exactly out of my imaginations, staring intently in silence at that fountain. It was a deja-vu moment for me, for obvious reasons, and I thought I must share it with you.
I have not even edited this picture...I think it is only fair, if I shared it, just the way it was.
Location: Dubai Mall. Canon EOS400D.
Approximately 5 feet & 6 inches tall
Wood, blinds, sheer curtains, rotating light constructed from a disco ball
Fall 2017
This is a short, close-up video of my sculpture, Untitled (Separation Anxiety) during the first execution in the fall of 2017.
Taken off the 1 at 28°33'15.52"N 80°47'44.86"W. Two minutes 15 seconds into the flight, the solid rocket boosters have just separated from Atlantis at around 46 miles downrange from me and an altitude of 35 miles.
Taken with a Canon 30D with a Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8L IS USM and 1.4x teleconverter
When I first heard the news of my dad, my first reaction was a feeling of relief. The pain and suffering were over. It didn't fully sink in until a year later, when I went to see his grave for the first time. I read the tombstone "Husband and Father" and it hit me. The alcoholic had taken my dad with him.
I tend to dwell on the alcoholic, because it's easier to deal with him being gone. It's when I think about my dad that my heart breaks. My dad was one of the nicest people I've ever known. He was incredibly caring and generous. He was so supportive; he believed in me even when I didn't.
I miss my dad so much, and it hurts so much to admit. I missed him long before he died.
This moment of admitting is the hardest. Everything else I've come to terms with.
At Enoshima Beach
in Fujisawa, Kanagawa Prefecture
I attended a workshop by my friend Sachiko (www.such-moments.com/) about Mindfulness Photography. For my entire experience in photo walks, this is the first time I took photos using my emotion and not my eyes. I ended up with a number of photos half of what I usually take.
Third self-portrait with infrared light painting on a long exposure. Photoshop for burn/dodge and monochrome.
More in my Blind collection.
Adjust the aperture ring to reveal all four screws, and remove these. As you can see, they are all different. The long one at 3 o'clock acts as the spring retainer for the flash contact on the other side. This should not get lost and will just need re-hooking when the screw goes back in. The two E-clips at the base of the cocking shaft need to be removed, these require little force. The shaft pin should push out to allow the shaft to pass through the shutter body, but mine would not budge.
Several hours later, the almond milks were separating pretty bad. The soy milks (not pictured here) still looked like store-bought, though.