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Häh, falsche Maschine?! Nichts ist wie es war. Da kann man schon mal durcheinander kommen…oder so tun, nur um irgendetwas zu fotografieren.
Oops, wrong machine?! Nothing's the same. You can get confused... or pretend to be, just to take a picture of something.
An installation by Terry, at terrygold art gallery in Second Life, one work saying so much in one scene. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Peaceful%20Land/241/118/1107
Terry writes:
"With my friends, when I was a young girl, we played lying on the lawn, looking for funny faces, animals and strange objects among the clouds in the sky… the clouds stirred by the wind’s fantasy created stories, we laughed on that lawn, few things were enough.
Even today every now and then, remembering those times, I play this game, white clouds in ever-changing vortices, new faces... new animals and stories.
But if the clouds are created by thunderous bombs… if the clouds are dark and threatening, what game can kids play today?
Will they be able to see with their imagination… stories?..."
Reflection Lake, Mt. Rainier National Park
When leaving Paradise we ended up making a wrong turn and driving past Reflection Lakes. This was taken from the car on the way back (correct way). I was just at Reflection Lake for sunrise yesterday and totally missed this second lake when we drove past it!
Time Machine
Photographs are powerful memory triggers. Certain images are literally like a time machine, propelling mind beyond the usual filters for logic to reach the emotional heart of your brain. This image was a black and white photo I shot on June 4, 1972. With a few commands using Google Gemini, and some work with Photoshop to clean up a few details that came out “wrong,” I found myself standing at this spot again---only with color film in my Yashica 35mm camera.
I was released from active duty in the Army on April 24th, and Wil and I left Sierra Vista, Arizona at noon that day. Freedom! We made the long trip back to Virginia, where our parents and other family members were there to greet us. Together, we had lived in both New Jersey and Arizona as I served my military obligation brought on by the draft. It wasn’t something I sought, but I was a good soldier, and now a veteran. The Vietnam War was winding down, but it had literally torn the country apart. With the draft now being considered again, and hostilities raging in the Middle East and other places, it’s too sad, and too familiar. “The more things change, the more they stay the same” is a classic proverb coined by French writer Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr. It suggests that despite major transformations or apparent progress, the fundamental nature of a situation—or of human behavior—remains constant. The play continues year in, year out, but the actors always change over time. We never really learn from history, so we’re almost in a “Groundhog Day” loop.
This Sunday afternoon, I had just finished a memorable meal with my grandmother, Bessie Yonce. This was a genuine homecoming to the roots of who I was as a young man. I had almost given up photography, but the purchase of the Yashica a few months earlier at the Ft. Huachuca PX brought back the urge to capture the images of railroading on film. I was still shooting mostly black and white film, so when I scanned this negative, the memories of that moment didn’t immediately hit me. Why not try AI to bring it back to the colors that were visible through my viewfinder at that instant? When the first AI image attempt appeared on my screen, I was stunned. It wasn’t perfect, but the minor imperfections didn’t matter. I was at the L&N engine terminal in Loyall again, and they evening light illuminated a stunning Appalachian scene of everything I ever loved about my home. I spent more time correcting and improving the image, but the effect was already riveting.
You’ll just have to forgive me for using digital technology to recreate this image as it might have looked with Kodachrome film. To me, at least, it’s a keeper. We can complain all we want about the “evils” of AI, but in such a limited and personal situation as my old black and white photo in 1972, it’s a winner.
American Bittern in the Yolo Bypass Wildlife Area. It stands out like a circus clown in all of that green. I guess that's why it's waving a white flag of surrender...
grace ii sci fi boots & grace crown by cinphul
cheryl breastplate by dernier
tendril bolero by BYRNE
hybrid skin addd on by this is wrong
alien mask by madame noir
Part of Dunster castle and a little window facing completely the wrong way if you like the sea!. Happy Window Wednesday :))
Oooooppps...Donkey without reading skills...
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"você foi a pessoa certa na hora errada, você foi a pessoa certa na hora errada."
finally, a fresh new backdrop that doesn't consist of just a simple color, all good, fresh new, things. FINGERS are crossed, that things continue this way,
Scanned lith print.
This is the 4th in a series where I'm using the completely wrong tool to make something happen.
Mamiya 645 ProTL w/ M-S 120 mm/f4.
Jan 24, 2026.
Fomapan 100 in Rodinal 1+100, semistand 1 h.
Lith printed on Fomatone MG 332 RC and developed in Moersch Easy Lith (25A+25B+H2Oqs800).
Untoned.
PS borders.
"I'm not an egg!"
Once again a bit surprized that the banana hue/tone becomes that lifelike when lith printed.
Meet our neighbour, Bob the Bull, seen resting in his winter quarters immediately behind our farm cottage. Bob was born nine years ago, but was conceived at the wrong time and wasn't ready to go to market with the rest of them. David, the farmer, became fond of him and ended up keeping him. Bob loves nothing more than a fresh cabbage, and so we occasionally buy him one as a treat. He'll turn his head on one side so he can get it partly through the steel bars and put his tongue out so he can be fed. In a couple of weeks it'll be time for him to return to his pasture, and we won't then see him again until next winter.
www.youtube.com/watch?app=desktop&v=cYCE2XlS7E0 The Terror Time a sad and haunting song.
The Met Office forecast a sunny day, it wasn't and even rained on us.
It was very muddy too.
Hyde Lea Staffordshire UK Bluebell Wood Hyde Lea Staffordshire 19th November 2020