I don’t know that man.He doesn’t talk ,walk ,hear,see…he ’s closed to the world.His wife comes every day,she’s younger than him and I can see a lot of affection in her eyes but everybody knows she has somebody else in her life.She puts a little hat on his head ,cover him with something warm and bring him to the balcony,even if it’s cold outside.One day,at the beginning of my shift,I went to get him for super ,the hat was covering his eyes and since he couldn’t move,he looked like a Mexican taking a nap …I smiled but at the same time I couldn’t help myself thinking how much he must be raging inside cut from the world like this …in fact I WAS RAGING inside for being so helpless toward that man. / posted later …. / He died a few weeks after I took this shot,both hands never openned….....Gigi
Nostalgic baseballs in the grass on a baseball field
I know that in an artistic sense this is quite simple, however to me it has great meaning. The image is of my two boys who are also the best of friends. They have an unbreakable bond and here, they are doing something they love; just being together.
A Bronze Head / / / HERE at right of the entrance this bronze head, / Human, superhuman, a bird’s round eye, / Everything else withered and mummy-dead. / What great tomb-haunter sweeps the distant sky / (Something may linger there though all else die;) / And finds there nothing to make its tetror less / i{Hysterica passio} of its own emptiness? / o / No dark tomb-haunter once; her form all full / As though with magnanimity of light, / Yet a most gentle woman; who can tell / Which of her forms has shown her substance right? / Or maybe substance can be composite, / profound McTaggart thought so, and in a breath / A mouthful held the extreme of life and death. / o / But even at the starting-post, all sleek and new, / I saw the wildness in her and I thought / A vision of terror that it must live through / Had shattered her soul. Propinquity had brought / Imagiation to that pitch where it casts out / All that is not itself: I had grown wild / And wandered murmuring everywhere, ‘My child, my / child! ‘ / o / Or else I thought her supernatural; / As though a sterner eye looked through her eye / On this foul world in its decline and fall; / On gangling stocks grown great, great stocks run dry, / Ancestral pearls all pitched into a sty, / Heroic reverie mocked by clown and knave, / And wondered what was left for massacre to save. / o / By: William Butler Yeats / /
A train left out to die.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. Mignon McLaughlin (1913 – 1983)
well.. you who know me must know i was so happy to see this side , what else would i like ,this is it..!! a pink entrance, pink and bright yaheeee, welcome to pink wonderland..Bikaner, Rajahstan, India
Well, I’m back from the farm….almost froze it was so bloody cold (OK, not as cold as in some parts of the world, Simon, but I was bloody cold!! lol) Of course the first image I post has to be IR, so here it is. Filter almost froze to the lens, but I had to get this in infrared. Camera: Canon EOS 450D / Filter: R72 / ISO 400 / f/4.5 / Focal Length: 18mm / Exposure: 25sec / Tripod and frozen fingers and toes. And no, it wasn’t snowing, the grass was green, it just goes white with the ir filter.
Frost on an old running shoe sitting on a snow bank. 1 half of the pair I used in garden and I left them outside because they were muddy. Later in the winter when I was shoveling snow I dug this one up and left it on top of the snow. A few days later there was a heavy frost and I when out to take photos of it when I spotted this frosty shoe thought it would made a neat picture. Camera: Canon EOS Digital Rebel XT / Film / Media: Digital / Lens: 18-55mm MY BUBBLESITE
It’s Tea Time! / Let’s have a cup! Featured in the Group Victorian Viewfinders January 21, 2009 / Featured in the Group The Buyers Club January 22, 2009 / Featured in the Group A Photographer’s Craft January 31, 2009 /
Abstract Macro Photography – Spacescape I think it makes an abstract spacescape exposion. / old steel rusting warehouse door / soldered shut / Fulneck / Pudsey / Leeds / (Along the ‘Leeds Country Way’ walk).
canon 40d / Pscs3
This is a very close up photorgraph of an old, rusting, decaying, steel, metal fence. / Water Lane / Leeds City Centre
Abstract Macro Photography – Cityscape close up shot. / metal/ steel fence / Holbeck industrial estate / Leeds
Here is a candid portrait of my dad… His name is Richard, born in Poland in 1922. / Became a teacher, was in WWII, was tortured by Nazis for teaching. / Later became a Professor of Languages, Literature & History and then the head of largest University in Poland, in Krakow. / He has had 3 wives. He has 4 children, me being the youngest, he also has 9 grandchildren and 2 (any day 3) great grand children. / His favourite hobbies are photography and chess,, and he’s really good. See here and here / My dad dislikes b&w photography because growing up he didn’t have the choice of colour so now he loves it and he prefers the colour version of this photo but still,, I prefer it in b&w! / My dad has beaten cancer more than once, has had 3 heart attacks and has been hit by a car that resulted in coma,, what can I say….he’s a survivor. / I just thought I would share his story. Candid portrait taken in natural light / Nikon D200 / 50mm lens 1.4 f / Processed in RAW.
Abstract Macro Photograph Solder
Portrait of an old lady. Her wrinkled face tells many stories. Nikon D40
Edinburgh…. / /
Abstract Macro Photography its stuff like this shot that makes me really excited about my chosen style of photography. fookin love it! / i sometimes cannot believe the abstract macro shots that i come across on my travels, and this one it one of my new found favorites Image was approx 4inch X 2inch on a wall a good 50 foot tall by around 400 meters long and running the whole length of a old disused work site. / So it wasnt what you would call a small wall. Its HUGE / I have shot here before and studied the wall close up. / There is so much for my eyes to look at that my eyes couldnt focus on anything, probably too over excited with my find, but i came away with very little. / This time i took a few steps back from the wall and i could see and capture, so much more than when i was close up.
Another of my burnt out derelict cars. I love the sense of movement in this photo. Nikon D90 60mm Nikon Macro f/16 1/250s ISO800 Hand held.
For some reason my little two year old girly girl, Mila, is passionate about snails… could be the influence of her older wiser brother, Hudson, I suppose. Anyway, after every rainstorm she goes out and ransacks the garden for snails, carrying them around in bunches, or filling plastic containers with hundreds of the slimy little buggers, leaving them oozing snail slime and overflowing behind bedroom doors or under the table, for me to step on later… Camera Model Canon EOS 400D DIGITAL / Shooting Date/Time 2009/10/14 01:57:44 PM / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/60 / Av( Aperture Value ) 6.3 / ISO Speed 200
So tempting, something pulling you up the front stairs to the door, the house has been empty for years, and you finally got the guts to go and get a closer look, even though everything in you says “NO..STAY AWAY” you can’t help yourself… you put you hand to the door knob, part of you wanting it to open, part of you hoping that its locked..slowly you start to turn the knob..click, click…its locked…relief and disappointment runs through you at the same time.. turning to leave you hear the knob turn and the creaking of the door.. frozen on the last step, you turn to see the door slowly opening..and before you could move your feet fast enough something grabs your ankles..face first you hit the ground..All you can hear is screaming..realizing its you screaming..You start kicking, but there is nothing there, at least nothing you can see, but you feel it, hands dragging up the stairs..across the porch, throwing you through the open door into a world of horror… Nikon D90 / 18-200mm VR Lens A door on a old apartment.
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