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• (Photography) Knowledge is Power
  by Stephen Mitchell

  Here is an amazing bunch of Photography Essays and Tutorials I found buried within luminous-landscape.com...

  Here is an amazing bunch of Photography Essays and Tutorials I found buried within luminous-landscape.com early this morning. I plan to do a LOT of reading! Understanding Aspect Ratios and the Art of Cropping Understanding Soft Proofing Understanding Sensor Issues Understanding Printer Colour Management Understanding Raw Files Understanding Local Contrast Enhancement Understanding Contrast Masking Understanding Digital USM Understanding MTF Charts Understanding Histograms Understanding Digital Sensor Cleaning Understanding Digital Work Flow Understanding Mirror Lock-Up Understanding Medium Format Understanding Depth of Field Understanding Polarizers Understanding Lens Contrast Understanding BOKEH Understanding Bit Depth Understanding Sharpness Understanding Resolution Understanding Camera Movements Understanding Colour Theory Understanding the DSLR Magnification Factor Understanding SLR Viewfinders Understanding Exposure Understanding Digital Blending Understanding ProPhoto RGB Understanding Lens Diffraction Understanding Panoramic Stitching Yikes! Yes, there is a so much here to read, but certainly worth it!

• Sex and Friendship – a poem essay
  by lianne

  When you make a real connection / with someone, when what / you say or do or create touches them / or they you, when some spark / of recognit…

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  The Cable Car, a Visual Essay on Patterns and Reflections
  by Peter Kurdulija

  US$3.85–US$102.60

  The Cable Car, a Wellington icon, the work of hands and minds from the past millennium, commutes a distinct smell of coal tar between the magnificent lookout at the top of botanical garden and the world of suits and briefcases in the core of the city. What mesmerizing lights it has. The warm tungsten ones rest unobtrusively on the wooden interior of the historic carriage, very much unlike the illumination made a good deal later, those colder ones, overpowering and attracted to the reflective metallic surfaces seemingly capable of capturing their patterns along on each bounce they make. A few signals and neon lights in the background add a topping on this truffle of visual flavours. Let’s get to the other end. Only five minutes on a wooden chair listening to the rhythm of a clickety-clack railway beat, and you will be rewarded with views you’ll remember until the world around you makes sense.

• Call for artists and authors by The Deepening.
  by DLKeur

  January 1, 2008, The Deepening is open to: Poetry, fiction, and essay submissions, limit one per author, payment, royalities based o…

  January 1, 2008, The Deepening is open to: Poetry, fiction, and essay submissions, limit one per author, payment, royalities based on sales (see below). Send us only your best. Word length limitations: 30,000 words, preferred 500 to 2000 words. Flash fiction, short-shorts, vignettes, slice-of-life, memorials, okay, but they MUST be riveting. GENRES INCLUDE ALL EXCEPT EROTICA, PORN, CHILDRENS AND YOUNG ADULT. art submissions to illustrate the accepted poems, essays, and stories, payment royalties based on sales (see below) with full bio and promotional pages dedicated to that artist. Send portfolio to us, and, if you are accepted, when we have a final list of stories, assignments will be distributed. See genre list above. art submissions by artists as stand-alone presentations. Work must be unique, visually stimulating and unerringly executed for print publication. Composites, mixed media and article presentations accepted. Payment: royalties based on sales (see below) Mixed media and collaborative projects accepted. (Authors and artists working together, author/artist are one individual, art telling a story without words…. Payment: royalties based on sales (see below) Think of this as hard-bound, book-sized “fun” and get creative! “Intrigue me. Mystify me. Enthrall me,” as our editor-in-chief is so fond of saying. I add: do that both visually and in your prose. Be BRILLIANT! Deadline for submissions is April 30, 2008. Response in July 2008. Previously published submissions, okay. Simultaneous submissions are NOT okay. Exclusive submission of your work from time of submission to response deadline is mandatory. Withdrawal of any submission will be noted for future reference. We are anticipating book release in September, 2008. The book will be listed in the Ingrams, Amazon.com, and will be made available for distribution through Barnes and Nobles, their right and prerogative to stock inherent. If we do not receive enough quality entries or if life circumstances prevent fulfillment of this project…like I get run over by a truck (let’s hope not), all accepted submissions will be returned, their rights fully reverting to their creators. MORE ABOUT PAYMENT: POD will most likely be LuLu.com unless we find someone we like better with the same or better service. Net profit will be calculated as of June 1 2009, whereupon we will decide if the book’s sales warrant continuing its publication and distribution. Net profit at that time will be calculated, then distributed within 30 days or by July 1, 2009, through PayPal at the following rates: 10% for The Deepening, 90% distributed to contributors calculated on a per page basis. You must accept payment upon distribution through PayPal AT THE TIME OF DISTRIBUTION or forfeit such payment forever, so keep your PayPal account active, verified, and in good standing, please. All editorial decisions are the right of The Deepening and its agents, editors, and owners. SUBMISSIONS ADDRESS AVAILABLE on January 1, 2008. E-submissions ONLY.

• A New Perspective (An Essay)
  by jcmontgomery

  Some of you have seen this Absolutions Part I What I …

  Some of you have seen this Absolutions Part I What I relate here inspired that writing. This was in response to an essay I had read by Langston Hughes. Why am I posting it? Because I think essays are important and sometimes get overlooked as a source of entertainment, knowledge, and wisdom. (That, and I was recently part of a conversation that wondered why people don’t read more of them.) So to bolster the lost art of essay reading (and writing), I thought I would share. A New Perspective As children, we often look up to our fathers: physically, psychologically, and emotionally. All too soon, we realize that they are not the person we believed them to be. They have faults like everyone else. This realization came to me when I was ten years old. My dad was dropping us off from one of our rare visits with him. This visit was not necessarily by choice, as my mom was sick and had undergone major surgery. No one had told my sister and me the truth feeling we were too young to understand. And no one had told my dad the real reason either; they felt it was none of his business. For some reason, he was not well liked by my mother’s family or friends. During the time my sister and I were with him, mom had undergone surgery to remove cancer. It had not gone well as there had been complications requiring a blood transfusion. Even though she had almost died, and was still very weak, she convinced her doctor to release her earlier than scheduled. In actuality, they had no choice. Whether he liked it or not, she was going home to her children. Seeing that is was no use convincing her otherwise, he conceded defeat and allowed her to be released. My sister and I were excited to be going home. Arriving in the driveway, we flew out the door of my dad’s car before he came to a complete stop. Mom had heard us coming, and was halfway down the walk to greet us, dressed in just a robe and nightgown. Of course, she could barely gather the energy to do this, but her babies were home and she did not care how she looked or how she felt. Apparently, my father did. The viciousness of my father’s attack shocked me. He began berating her for her appearance, accusing her of being so lazy as not to even get dressed. He accused her of lying around the house the whole time we were gone, not doing a damn thing, while he made all kinds of sacrifices in order to take care of my sister and me. I could not believe what I was hearing. I quickly decided that I should leave, but my parents blocked my way to the door. Apparently, they were oblivious to my presence. I suddenly realized that I was standing next to the tree in the yard. It was large and had low-slung branches that were perfect for climbing. Somehow, and I do not remember exactly how, I was high in the tree looking down upon my parents. I was amazed that not only had I somehow gotten into the tree, but also at the perspective it gave me of the scene unfolding below. It was not a perspective I was used to having as a child. My parents seemed much smaller, especially my father. Up in that tree, my perspective literally, and figuratively, began to change. From where I was sitting, he looked small, spiteful, and petty. Far less intimidating than he had ever been before. I had always believed him when he scolded my sister and I for fighting. It was explained to us that we were family. We should love and support each other. My mother was part of that family too. However, at that moment, he was anything but supportive and loving. Watching him on that walkway, I realized that he was not the man I had looked up to and respected. Soon after the argument began, friends and neighbors separated my parents. They explained to him that my mother had just gotten out of the hospital so she had good reason to look the way she did. He wouldn’t listen. He stormed off to his car, and left, never once apologizing for his behavior. I stayed in the tree. My head hurt, and so did my heart. My father was not who I thought he was. There was more to him than I had realized, and somehow, there was less too. He had lost something. He had lost my respect. I did not love him any less, but up there in that tree, I learned that I did not have to like him. Love may be unconditional, but respect is not. No one, not even my father, deserved it. I learned that I could not give away something as important as this without realizing its value. Everyone, including my father, has to earn my respect. I cannot give it away so freely. The moment my feet hit the ground, I looked back up into the tree, and then toward the doorway of my house. Everything looked the same; yet, something had changed. Not until later did I realize I was seeing everything with a new understanding. I slowly walked back into the world of my childhood, but I would never look at my father the same way again. I had always admired and respected him. But being in that tree taught me how to see him in a whole new way. It was a perspective I was never able to change. I wanted my father to earn back my respect. I wanted him to be the person I knew him to be when I was younger. But it never happened. I recall a passage in Langston Hughes’ essay “Salvation”: “I kept waiting serenely for Jesus, waiting, waiting – but he didn’t come. I wanted to see him, but nothing happened to me. Nothing! I wanted something to happen to me, but nothing happened.” I wanted something to happen too. I wanted to look at my father and see him as I did when I was a child. Just like Langston Hughes, I waited for a revelation that never came. I waited for my father to do something, anything to gain my respect back. But he never did.

• A Boy called RUIN
  by Danny

  A boy called ruin would love to express himself more creatively. He tried playing the guitar but couldn’t play like the CD’s quick enough,

• Gargantuan sea monsters I have loved (Review)
  by Damian

  Giant beasts lurking out of sight in the depths capture the imagination. Partly because there is the very real possibility that unknown c…

  Subtitle: When Biology Attacks – the Sea Monster Genre. / A brief review of sea monsters in fiction. Some of my favourites, and why they’re great! This has been published in the first issue of Greenbeardmag.

• Am I normal? Do I want to be?
  by jcmontgomery

  In the article, “A Fine Madness: Sanity and Creativity”, author John Leinhard asks the question “Is it possible to be creative and live a…

  In the article, “A Fine Madness: Sanity and Creativity”, author John Leinhard asks the question “Is it possible to be creative and live a normal life?” The author himself is posed this question and he answers, “You cannot be inventive and live a normal life.” Further on in the reading he clarifies that “invention itself parts company with normality” because “at some point you have to go where others have not gone.” I interpret these statements to mean that there is an apparent need to go beyond oneself in order to find a course of action which no other has developed first. A true artist does not wish to re-invent the wheel. They must create, they must be original, and they MUST be different. Many would say that great artists are gifted individuals; however they themselves would describe their talent, their gift, as something quite different. What kind of gift would require that the creative process is one where they must continually walk a fine line between social acceptance and derision? The author appears to confirm this point when he writes, “Without creativity we are nothing. But, when we step off onto those unexpected side roads that intersect the main arteries of our thinking, we are not welcome. Change is a threat to the world around us.” Edgar Allan Poe once said: “Men have called me mad; but the question is not yet settled, whether madness is or is not the loftiest intelligence-whether much that is glorious-whether all that is profound-does not spring from disease of thought-from moods of mind exalted at the expense of the general intellect. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. “ According to Poe, gifted artists are aware of ‘many things’ that others cannot see or understand because they adhere to a strict interpretation of how and when one ‘dreams’; they are bound by their ‘general intellect’. In my opinion, most people rationalize each action in order to ensure social correctness and connectivity, and in that way, I perceive that gifted artists are more anti-rational than anti-social. It is not that they really wish to distance themselves from societal norms as much as they simply wish to work in an environment where there are no roadblocks to their creativity. Does that mean it is possible to be creative and live a normal life? I would say no. To me, anyone who wishes to be truly creative must be willing to accept that any artistic endeavor requires sacrifice and dedication, even if it is at the cost of being perceived as eccentric. Personally, I would revel in the ability to take advantage of all the dreams around me, rather than be limited to only experiencing the ones at night, which frequently are forgotten in the morning light of rationality.

• So, Nothing Happens When You Die?
  by Adrian Cachinero

  One of the lamest and most vile things I’ve ever heard (spoken to my face, even!) is “Ah, you’re an atheist, so nothing happens when you …

  A brief essay on the afterlife from someone who does not believe in it. Original on the Gospel of Reason

• Context is all
  by Chris Richards

  The question: Is there no such thing as truth?

  This was an essay I had to do for my philosophy class last year in grade 11… or, year 11, I think the term is in Australia? =) Well, anyway, it was my final assignment that was being marked heavily, but for the most part, I love exploring things such as this, and would also LOVE to hear what you have to say about this. Now, as this is submitted as a final piece of work for marks, forgive me for the following disclaimer, but: / / This work is the sole property and creation of myself, Chris Richards, and has been posted here purely to display the issue and open the topic to contemplation among those who read it. It is in no way available for reproduction or the personal use of anyone else due to the nature of its creation for educational assessment. In the event someone should submit this work as their own and jeopardise both my academic career and their own, I will feel no remorse in proving through original doccuments and persons who have read said doccuments that the work created is in fact my own, and has already been submitted to the IBO. There… now that the ugly bit is out of the way, please, read, and let me know what you think. I will be MORE than welcome to discuss any of this with anyone =)

• A Whales Tale – The Japanese Spin
  by Danny

  A Whales Tale – The Japanese Spin

• Postscript: Translating The Matador (2005)
  by maka1967

  The movie is for adults. Rated R for strong sexual content and language. But it’s thought-provoking. It’s a brilliant comic drama abo…

  The movie is for adults. Rated R for strong sexual content and language. But it’s thought-provoking. It’s a brilliant comic drama about human unconsciousness. You watch the drama and laugh, then you think about their words and situations in real life. The story is rather simple. A burnout hitman found himself on the verge of a nervous breakdown, when he met an unlucky businessman in a bar. Two troubled characters became acquainted. Following the development of the story the circumstances made them useful to the other. The businessman once dreamed of the hitman’s service to save his failing career. The hitman wanted the businessman to be in help in his “job”. In the end with the businessman’s help the hitman assassinated his own boss and was free. The movie is almost a long talk between largely uncontrolled unconsciousness and culturally trained thus somewhat controlled unconsciousness, embodied in two persons – a hitman and a merchant. Most settings were impossible, like in a dream. Pierce Brosnan plays the hitman – human unconsciousness naked and raw, with much selfish lust, who never had a home in his life ([chuckles] “This home…your home…” [sighs] ”...it’s the only home I know.”) The only person he loved was his mother who told him to take three aspirins and a raw egg before going to bed if he had drunk too much. He never had any real human connection. He was a victim of time. Brosnan delivered a great performance. It’s not easy to play a hateful role and try to gain some understanding and sympathy when there are only 26 minutes left to the end. Very few actors can do this. 007 wasted his talent. Greg Kinnear played an unsuccessful businessman, culturally refined, but timid and lonesome with cloaked craving. He was a victim of the culture. Hope Davis acted his wife, a former victim of high school playground, the mother of a dead young son, the forbearing wife of an ill-fated merchant. Hope Davis gave a superb, low-key performance. The naked unconsciousness was amoral but the culturally trained one didn’t have much grace. It’s an irony that the businessman asked the hitman to eliminate his business competitor and the hitman said, “I’m not gonna do it for you. You’re making a late night…exhausted, desperate decision, and if I did it, you would regret it instantly and feel nothing but guilt and shame for the rest of your life, believe me.” The merchant also said, “Isn’t that what people do? Don’t people…successful people…always live with blood on their hands?” Another ironic moment was when the hitman said, in the same scene, “You’re the exact opposite of me.” There are also realistic, heartfelt, tender moments between the three. If the statements made by the raw and cultured unconsciousness are thought-provoking, then these moments give beauty to the movie, making it entertaining besides being comic. The scene the businessman let the hitman in his home at midnight is a brilliant touch, very symbolistic to show how easy the well cultured unconsciousness is drawn to its crude ancestor. Beware the unconsciousness may knock your door.

• oh, you beautiful doll
  by Bronwen Hyde

  Late last year I was commissioned by Emily Clark from aduki independent press to create a cover image for a boo…

  Late last year I was commissioned by Emily Clark from aduki independent press to create a cover image for a book of essays about altruism entitled “Oh, You Beautiful Doll and other essays”. It’s just been released and you can find more information here

• Letters from the Border
  by Jenny Davis

  Hi everyone , Below is a small piece of writing I did a few days ago in Paris. / Yes Im still stuck in Paris …........poor me with the n…

  Hi everyone , Below is a small piece of writing I did a few days ago in Paris. / Yes Im still stuck in Paris …........poor me with the nice summer days but soon it will / be back to reality and to the cold Melbourne weather early nights on the electric blanket with the cats The Berlin exhibition finally went ahead after a big stuff up. / The curator lost the plot with the gallery owner and we lost our exhibition space. / Luckily the artists found another exhibition space within a week and we had our opening. / Unfortunetly, I didnt make it to the opening. / With all that was going on I left my bookings for Berlin too late so I was unable to get a flight in time from Paris to Berlin or accomdation because of the G8 summit. / But it all turned out alright in the end . MANY THANKS!!!!!!! to the artists who worked so hard sorting out the mess . Over the years I have written some small pieces in my journals but I have never really shown anyone….............its a little piece connected to some paintings I did a few years ago after receiving letters and photos from a soldier in Iraq ; The correspondence stopped oneday then nothing was heard from him again. / Sometimes I find it a release to get it down in writing instead of in a painting, sculpture or photography etc ; I guess its just another tool I use to express myself / / Letters from the Border The flower rose from the desert floor pushing its way through the dry hard crust, like a white rag flapping its surrender into the dust. Time slowed to a halt for one soldier. He clicked the camera, / an interruption to the vile, nauseating slaughter, he had witnessed earlier that morning . The image arrived penetrating the depths of her soul. / She knew the little desert flower from the border would change the fragility of humanity forever. cheers / Jenny

• Eternal Sleep, Eternal Regret
  by DarkVamp1reXVLss

  Numerous people are entering a vast front entrance, all sporting smiles on their faces and cheerfully shouting “Hi!” as th…

  descriptive essay regarding memories of my deceased father, who died when i was 7. this essay takes place during his wake, and the memories that haunt me forever.

• The Camera never lies but people do. Wide Angle
  by Jon Clark

  Wide Angle is a group of photographers working together, working on the theme of human conditions and culture. Showing the world as i…

  Wide Angle is a group of photographers working together, working on the theme of human conditions and culture. Showing the world as it is. No cropping, no editing software has been used. What you see is what you get. The aim is to make images of truth. Each photograph contains a short essay on the subject matter. / Wide Angle welcomes your feedback and constructive criticism as all the images on this site are open for discussion. We look forward to hearing from you. If you would like to be apart of Wide Angle bubble mail us from the Wide Angle page. Note no images are for sale. Please check out the photos, essay’s to get an understanding of what Wide Angle is. / http://www.redbubble.com/people/wideangle Kindest regards / Jon Clark Wide Angle

• Traditional vs. Digital Photography
  by Clare Bentham

  Which is the better medium? (contextual studies essay) In these times of fast pace quick and easy solutions digital photography…

  Which is the better medium? (contextual studies essay) In these times of fast pace quick and easy solutions digital photography and manipulations are rapidly becoming the way to go, abandoning its origins, to which with out, the concept of everything on such manipulating programmes as Photoshop would cease to exist. The digital camera is making the traditional SLR a thing of the past. I argue that traditional photography still holds a stronger grounding even in this digital era. The new forms of photography are simply bringing the art down to a lesser form encouraging a “snapshot” culture. As the tool is becoming more accessible and as aid to enhance an image there is more and more to fall back on, less care and consideration is used when taking the initial shot. When it doesn’t work, it doesn’t matter. Surely the shot itself is part of the essence of photography? / Many photographers consider a finished black and white print “an end in itself. For it is in this final stage of photography (in the production of a negative and print) that the creative vision is realised.” In this case a print can stand on its own as a true work of art. The process from when the shot is taken to the time it is developed and printed, editing and decisions are being made at every stage. Despite being a very long and at times, tedious process the end result is very gratifying. I believe, from personal experience, only by going through this process, trial and error and so on does the photographer truly realise his/her intentions. Knowing the ins and out of your own creation is very important, in this situation a need for judgment and understanding is vital. With film costing so much and to which you are given so little the photographer can not afford to waste exposures. This could be seen as a negative, however this requires the individual to concentrate on the task at hand as a result producing better quality and thought through photographs / Roger Mertin is a photographer known for his complex pictures that require complete of darkroom processes. A piece from the series Plastic Love-Dream (1968) is considered by Mertin himself as one of his finest pieces of work. The image id of a television screen floating in black space over a female nude, the shot was taken through a mirror. To the flesh tones of the model to the desired degree and at the same time have such a strong, sharp contrast of the TV, required meticulous care on Mertin’s part. As a result of such care, the piece was successful. / Of course with such a slow process the introduction of digital technology was s `God send.` As well as making images available straight away, the digital camera made the world of photography more accessible to the masses. However, there in lies the problem as photography becomes more accessible and the need for good judgment and concentration becomes secondary. The storability of digital images in itself is in question, computer storage systems will not last forever and data is easily lost. The worth of photography as an art form diminishes: as over 500 photos can be taken and deleted in one session there’s no need to worry about whether a shot is right, therefore the genuinely good photos are few and far between. In 1994 Kodak announced it would no longer be producing re-loadable film cameras, with both Nikon and Canon following suit in 2006. This to me is a great disappointment; the established technique is slashed in favour of a technique that is only just beginning. The SLR is now considered an “outdated” camera seaming used for “nostalgic value” only. When it’s clear to say with the combined efforts of the Digital SLR, the need for control over our on images is still desired. The fine art of Photography is lost on the digital era and can only be well executed through traditional process’s as digital is yet unable to match the quality of a darkroom print.

• THE OLD AND THE YOUNG
  by A. JILL GAEBEL

  The Old and the Young / A. Jill Gaebel / © 2003 There’s something about the Redwood Forest….something as compelling, awesome, and overwh…

  The Old and the Young / A. Jill Gaebel / © 2003 There’s something about the Redwood Forest….something as compelling, awesome, and overwhelming as the contemplation of the universe. There you find the giant, stoic ancients who have been forged by time, wind, fire, and maybe by a sadness of what they have witnessed through the centuries. In their midst is also the untried and untested youth of their species. My disappointment in the forest was the lack of freedom of movement within it, due by necessity I’m sure, because of tourists. I, too, was a tourist, but, probably due to ego, I didn’t feel like a tourist, and therefore resented the intrusion of the others and the need they create for fences and warning signs in what feels like a holy place. I’m sure there were many who came as I, in reverence and respect, but there were those who didn’t. Those who were noisy and rushed along not looking around after the first few initial glances and oohs and aahs. They were the, “You’ve seen one redwood, you’ve seen them all, where’s the gift shop” tourists. I wanted to be able to sit quietly against a giant tree, leaning my back up to it, eyes closed, and see if it would tell me anything, if it would lend me some of its energy and allow me the feeling of it. I wanted to know the spirit of the ancients and find what I could of myself there. The gods and goddesses were in attendance. I was aware of their silent watching as we marched through with our cameras and chatter. I felt a little ashamed and embarrassed, but maybe they just shook their heads and smiled in understanding at us. We are, after all, very young.

• "Free XpresSion" Competition for Writers
  by burntblue

  For a short story up to 2, 500 words and traditional rhyming poetry up to 80 lines. 1st prize $250, 2nd prize $150 and 3rd prize $100. / ...

  For a short story up to 2, 500 words and traditional rhyming poetry up to 80 lines. 1st prize $250, 2nd prize $150 and 3rd prize $100. Free verse up to 80 lines and an article or essay category 1,500 – 2, 000 words. First prize, $200, 2nd prize $100. Haiku, 1st prize $100. All open themed with an entry of $5. contact frexprsn@tpg.com.au for more info and to enter (found in the NSW Writers Mag Dec 07)

• Just a Couple of Things...
  by Jared Poole

  So I was sitting in a rather large room with quite a few other boys doing an art exam yesterday, and a question happened to pop up involv…

  So I was sitting in a rather large room with quite a few other boys doing an art exam yesterday, and a question happened to pop up involving a quote from an art critic (I forget his name now (in fact, I can’t even remember the quote now…)). It stated how art is basically ‘chance and fate,’ and it’s been on my mind ever since. Now here’s my question; would you say that this statement is applicable to your work? I know for a fact that a lot of my work is just me fluking out, like in ‘The Fern’ and ‘Sunbearer.’ I think it’s more applicable to photography then other mediums, but how do you feel about it? Good thing it was an optional essay question… I think I would have died if I had to answer it… The other thing I’d like to address is my first sale =) Many thanks to whoever purchased it, it makes me feel loved =D

• The Gift(Into the Wild Blue Yonder)
  by A. JILL GAEBEL

  The Gift / (Into the Wild Blue Yonder) © 5/1/2003 I don’t know what happened. I was locked into a placid, patient, tedious life. ...

  Hope this is “blue” enough.

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  The infamous last minute dash to finish an essay
  by Mathew Reed

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  Digitally manipulated drawing + photographs / Photoshop CS2, digital photographs, coloured pencils / 2007

• Have A Cuppa
  by A. JILL GAEBEL

  It was suggested to me by a friend that this morning I have a cup of either hot chocolate or hot tea and that I take note of my experienc…

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  Day Dreamer
  by Gustavo Loera

  US$3.42

  Day Dreamer. Model: Sway. Location:Home Studio Photography by Gustavo Loera