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John W. Weeks, Section 5, Grave 7064, was an American politician in the Republican Party. He served as the U.S. Representative for Massachusetts from 1905 to 1913, as a U.S. Senator from 1913 to 1919, and as Secretary of War from 1921 to 1925. (U.S. Army photo by Rachel Larue/released)
The Apple - a metaphor for an object of desire
Olympus E-30
1/250 sec at f/14
ISO 200
OLYMPUS 12-60mm Lens
35 mm
Copyright 2011 Ben Gethin
Strobist info:
YN460-II (1/64 power) placed in the back of the apple that has been hollowed out to take the flash head and triggered with PT-04 trigger.
Apple placed on a 40cmx40cm black polished porcelain tile for the reflection.
A smarter, cleaner setup than mine can be found at flic.kr/p/54bmuh
I know I skipped week 42. It's a film print, and its in the process of being graded at the moment, so I can't upload it just yet.
This is a shot from the bottom of a small canyon in Mississippi called Red Bluff.
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Welcome to Global Week – a celebration of the rich cultural diversity across all three campuses – running from Monday 3 to Friday 7 March 2014.
Week 35 - chalk pastels, i hope. there were also some oil pastels but these ones didn't say specifically which kind they were :o
OK so here goes. I never thought it would be so hard to answer just a few questions:
1. Favourite word: (Forgive me, I can't pick only one...) Hope. Possibility. Magic. Grace.
2. Least Favourite Word: Inflammation.
3. What Turns You On? Nature, the power of intuition, great food,
4. What Turns You Off? Aggressive drivers, selfishness,
5. What sound do I love? My daughter's squeaky laugh. birdsong.
6. What sound do I hate? Angry voices.
7. What is my favourite curse word? Bloody Hell.
8. What profession other than mine would I like to attempt? Writer
9. What profession would I not like to do? Sanitation engineer (the utility company has been working on the drain outside my house this week...and whew! boy do those guys have my respect.)
10. If heaven exists, what would I like to hear God say when I arrive? You did good.
Theme Of The Week - Black and white
“A towel is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have."
The holidays often bring up memories of family and friends who are no longer with us. Sadly, another has been added to the list. My Uncle Bob died yesterday after a long illness. My thoughts are with my cousins who lost their father and my Dad and Uncle Roger who lost their big brother.
Memories. 52 in 2013
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Deze week maar weinig verandering te zien, er wordt wel gewerkt.
In dit album "Amare" staan alle foto's die ik tot nu toe gemaakt heb van het bouwproces. Inmiddels 228 foto's inclusief deze. Ik ben hiermee begonnen in 2018, week 14 en blijf hiermee doorgaan tot aan de opening.
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This week we were surrounded by people who love Olive and who support and care about our little family. Few days go by when we aren’t acutely aware of how lucky we are. This week, Gram and Uncle Colin made the trip from Pennsylvania to celebrate Olive’s birthday with us. Her Mimi and Gaigai took time from their busy lives to come early and help us prepare for her party. Her godmother, Tina, and friend Heather gave up their precious free time to help decorate. And her Aunt Valerie and Uncle Kevin drove from Raleigh to spend a weekend celebrating her. Her party was full of her friends and their parents and their love was palpable. Our lives are so much richer with these people in it. Between visitors, her birthday and her party, the weekend flew by. Before I knew it, it was time to fly to Florida for a work trip. I was excited to try out my new lens, even if it meant early wake up calls and dawn shoots. The work started a bit shaky when I got stuck in the sand but it turned out to be a really great trip.
Last year we began a new tradition of filling Olive’s crib with balloons the morning of her birthday. Next year she’ll be in a bed and we can do it before she wakes up. I looking back on how much she’s grown and also still stay the same.
When I realized that Olive’s birthday party would fall on her actual birthday, I was determined to plan a party that would be simple. I wanted plenty of time on her birthday to be present and soak up the day with her. We decided on a tea party theme since she loves hosting tea parties for her babies and adores dressing up. My mom suggested a waffle bar, which was brilliant! We got five dozen waffles from Cast Iron and a variety of yummy toppings. I found a ton of dress up items and put them out for her friends. I made her cake and Valerie made the icing. The favors were tea bags and “sugar cubes” in a little box. Olive spent most of her party having a private tea party in her room. She still isn’t a fan of sharing her favorite toys. “I hear someone riding my scooter. I’m just going to close my door.” We took it easy for dinner and ordered take out from our favorite Italian place. At bedtime, we told her the story of her birth.
Took this at the beach, It was such an amazing day :) Excited for today, Photoshoot!!! This is gonna be fun<3 Happy Sunday everyone and Have a good week!!
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i want to close my eyes and just act like i want to. i don't want to think over and over what others might think of me. I shouldn't care about it.
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Project 52 2013, Week 31, Deepak Ramamurthy, Cedar Park, TX, Downtown
Strobist Info: Nikon SB-26 inside a softbox @ 1/16 power, camera left as the main light. Nikon SB-26 @ 1/32 power, camera right for rim light.
Kiama Independent. News. Local band The Dirty Headbangers performing at Kiama Library as part of Drug Awareness week. 22/06/2013 Photo Dylan Robinson/DCZ
Welcome to my new camera. I bought a E-M1 Mark III from Olympus. I thought about buying the new OM-1 but the E-M1 is enough for me.
When you fall asleep while reading.
Oh, silly Arthur...
Happy Easter, everyone! Hope you have a great week.
The big news of the week is that Olive has started sleeping 12-13 hours a night. While we're super excited that we now know she's capable of it, we'd love to see a little more consistency. Ah well, one day.
Her little personality continues to blossom. She's become very silly this week. She loves to tilt her head to the side and grin wildly. It's ridiculously cute. She also loves when daddy hangs her upside down and bounces her crazily on his knee. She has been much more confident in her voice this week. We took her to Target one night and she sat in the cart and babbled loudly. Luckily everyone around us thought she was adorable and not annoying (or at least that's what they said).
The biggest change this week is how well she's mastered finger foods. She loves to pick up steamed bits of apple and sweet potato and eat them. She's definitely starting to chew her food which means we give her a lot more table food. She still loves to eat and can put away a ton of food now. Her current favorites are apple sauce and pumpkin that Ryan flavors with brown sugar, maple syrup, nutmeg and cinnamon. Our girl eats well!
Week 41
This week I decided to try something a little different. I took something I had written and attempted to make it into a photo... I was fairly pleased with it, let me know what you think!
"My pillow is too hot, I should flip it over. The neighbors next door are fighting again. This time I guess he forgot to take out the garbage. I can hear almost every word through the paper thin walls, "I told you right before I left specifically because it's too heavy for me..." Blah blah blah. It's already 2AM, I'm so tired but for some reason I can't close my eyes. The main street outside my apartment window isn't busy but every so often a car roars by just loud enough to bug me. Oh, there goes a truck now. I can even hear planes flying and trains blowing their horns every few hours. The silence between the disturbances make them seem more significant than they really are.
My eyes have adjusted so well to the moonlight squeezing through my blinds it could be daylight, I wouldn't even know. I have always had trouble sleeping at night, and probably always will. When I was little I would walk out of my room an hour after my mom had put me to sleep and complain that I wasn't tired. My mom would then ask me if I had tried closing my eyes and I would think back, only recalling studying how the moonlight touched everything in my room and think that I must not have tried closing my eyes and return to my room without another word.
So I tried this now, closing my eyes. It's never really worked before so I don't know why it would now, but I'm desperate. The shouting from my neighbors pierced my silence, almost causing me to wince. I thought about them, the cars, about work and life. I noticed my eyes were open yet again and I shut them instantly. After rolling over multiple times to get comfortable I decided to turn on the radio to keep me from thinking about life and to possibly keep a constant noise and maybe even drown out everything else.
I begrudgingly left my warm sheets to cross the room to the radio. The cool air hit me like a brick and it took all of my strength to not return to my blankets. My feet screamed on the cold carpet and I dragged myself to the window just to make certain it was closed. It was. I then turned to my alarm clock which I had strategically placed on the opposite side of the room so that in the morning I was forced to get out of bed to stop the angry beeping. The clock was already set to my favorite station and some smooth guitar chords started swimming through my head. I turned down the volume so it was just loud enough to keep the cars and couple at bay.
I crossed the room again to my bed which had become cold in my absence. The rough voice of a man with a broken heart joined the guitar, adding a new color to the music. I thought about him, what was real in his story and what was fiction. Do we all exaggerate? Just a little bit, I'm sure. We, as people, like things to sound good..."
Thank you!