I wanted to tell all of you that do these amazing self portraits….I commend you!! It is one thing to shoot just anything, but it takes GUTS to put yourselves infront of the camera!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bra…
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Let me paint your picture,
With the lens of my camera.
Let me stop time,
Even if only for a moment,
Capturing your beauty with my shutter.
Let me see your soul
Through this view finder of mine.
Let me cares…
I came not to decieve you
Don’t hold on to what man made made you
think you should be
Prehistory and Early History…
Not much is known of Sabah’s early prehistory. Archeological finds are rare but it must be presumed that as early as 40,000 years ago modern man has already roamed the ju
“Imagine I’m a beautiful woman and you love me!” he shouted, believing he was now transposed into some sort of great photographer.
I saw Amiracle The Beautiful
With its children dying
And at school
I saw a hypocrite daydream
Through false camera eyes
And at cinema
I saw a poor man’s smile
Some people take out their anger in different ways. Some, like me, write it out. Others wear it-on their face, in their expression and their way of doing things. All day long, that anger wears at t…
Around 1998 my brother tells me to stop singing. I tell him to get a life. We sit down and watch “The Sound of Music.”…
Around 2003 my older brother breaks up with his finance. I am devastated. She
’ a picture paints a thousand words’
all those ‘timeless’ moments that are still engraved in my mind
The heinous everlasting feeling of rejection
Has me gripping on the the very last thread
Not sure I can stand another day looking at my reflection
Every second harder wishing that I was dead…
Could it be
Don’t judge what I don’t do
If only you really knew
Don’t try to make me just like you
You care so much, one of the very few…
Could you really ever understand
What I think of everyday
Pondering to do the t
Hark the little buggers
Like ice on a broken finger
Like tired lids so painful dry
And onion chopping tear games…
Blast grab it yon Peter Legless
Your logs have no ears or Funkytown
The glass melts practic
The Joy of light..
The photographer, that “has learned how to see”,
approaches each new day, with what, “could be”.