Hand photography
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Lines
by Lee BurgessSelf portrait Working with lines..
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This is my most favourite picture ever. Taken at the birth (c-section) of our daughter by one of the nurses who borrowed our camera. When we got back from hospital we were overwhelmed when we saw it.
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Something along the lines of how people sinking within work and just the general busyness of life often reach for caffeine to save themselves… Enjoy!
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© Pablo León-Asuero Moreno. All rights reserved.
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This is the version without border, suitable for matted prints, framed prints etc. with a border of your choice, for example: You may want to check the version with old-paper border: Also available as a T-Shirt: More hands: click here!
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I Died many Times Before… First time I remember, I was still a toddler / sitting in the morning sun, on the concrete floor. / My grandparents’ courtyard in Salamiyeh. / I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, tapped / the giant head as it slithered closer. Second time, a year or so older, also in Salamiyeh. / It struck on a starry summer night. / I was playing barefooted on the patio. / Mother came running to my screams. / Sobbing, I told her a big butterfly bit my foot. / I pointed to where it ran off, watched / as she grabbed a straw broom, killed / the venomous desert scorpion with repeated blows. / I vividly recall her rushing around with one shoe on, / the other missing, laying me in a stroller, / running down darkened streets to the emergency clinic. I also died at age five, along with my mother and sister. / It happened on the two-lane Hama-Homs highway. / Mother unintentionally turned the steering wheel / as she twisted her body to chide us / for backseat bickering. No guardrails. / Nothing but protruding rocks all the way / down the steep drop-off. My first summer in college, I died in New York City. / Muggy night, uptown Manhattan, a block away from Broadway / in front of the big Cathedral. I had my arms up, / as the man who had just asked for a light / pressed the tip of his knife into my ribs. Years later, on a misty morning on Texas Highway 87, / I fell asleep at the wheel. / I had worked through the night in Victoria, / and was looking ahead to my bed in San Antonio. / My Chevy Blazer slowly drifted left / into the path of the oncoming truck. Those worlds / continue without me. / My tombstones there / mark ends of times I knew. In this one, grandmother Um Sami suddenly appeared. / Rounded boulder hoisted high. Arms fully extended. / How she lifted it? How she took dead aim, and launched it / smashing the serpent’s head? / I do not know. I was still conscious. / I do remember clearly / the terrified look on my mother’s face. / How her voice trembled as she pleaded / with the nurse to be careful. She was afraid / the syringe’s needle was going to puncture through / my tiny toe. Mother slammed the brakes as she forcefully corrected. / Car came to a screaming, precarious halt / in a cloud of swirling dust. / We stayed parked at the side of the road for a long time. / Her hands shaking, she gave us grapes, / while she collected her frazzled self. / She swore never to drive again. / Never did. “Let the creep go”, the second robber, / who had just cleaned my pockets with swift efficiency, / told the one holding my life at the tip of his knife. / They took pity on me when I told them / there was nothing in my wallet. / They slipped it back. Walked off. / It took my rage weeks to subside. I could see the whites of the wide-open eyes / of the truck driver, as I twitched awake! / He was already moving to his left / to avoid hitting me. But my reflex was to jerk the wheel / to my right to get back into my lane. / I also stomped the brakes. / We came within a hair of a head-on collision, / as he swerved back into his lane. / That was when time switched / to slow motion… / Me sitting still. / Blazer skidding sideways / on the wet grass / along the shoulder. / Dull-black asphalt road passing / in front of me. / No sound. / Finally, / everything / coming to absolute / rest. In this one an invisible hand / still cradles / my bones. © Assef Al-Jundi
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Inside the Ian Potter Gallery, Melbourne Melbourne / Seascapes / New Zealand / Frogs / Lensbaby / Infrared / Industrial / Spam / Panorama / Landscapes / Real Estate Series / People
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This is my little tribute to the great M.C. Etcher…
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Anthony in the hands of dad Hungry / my mom / / Loving hands to hold onto / / Love u / / MY son / / I’m the boss ok / / Timeless Love / / Sleepin on the job / / I’m in you hand / / Anthony in the hands of dad Hungry / my mom / / Loving hands to hold onto / / Love u / / MY son / / I’m the boss ok / / Timeless Love / / Sleepin on the job / / I’m in you hand /
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Hands “gilded” and opened. Photo based illustration.
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Written by ~ Charles Dickens: And Angel Voices Say… The pure, the bright, the beautiful / That stirred our hearts in youth; / The impulses to wordless prayers, / The streams of love and truth; / The longing after something lost, / The spirit’s yearning cry; / The striving after better hopes… / These things can never die. The timid hand stretched forth to aid / A brother in his need; / A kindly word in grief’s dark hour / That proves a friend indeed; / The plea for mercy softly breathed / When justice threatens high; / The sorrow of a contrite heart… / These things shall never die. Let nothing pass, for every hand / Must find some work to do; / Lose not a chance to waken love; / Be firm and just and true; / So shall a light that cannot fade / Beam on thee from on high, / And angel voices say to thee… / “These things shall never die.” / All profit goes to Feed The Children As of December 9, 2009 ~ 1014 views. / December 9, 2009
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i want to hold your hand my inspired art series .
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My son, Johnny, resting on the trampoline at twilight. Taken with a Canon 400D. Placed in the Top Ten in the First Things Group challenge: Il bel far niente… – July 09. Featured in THE WAIST UP – Portrait Photography Group / – April 2009 – thank you! / Featured in Family Unlimited / – October 2009 – thank you very much!
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FEATURED IN THE ART OF INTRIGUE GROUP
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The magic of will. Willpower never ceases to amaze, in both its positive and negative forms. Willpower can lift. / Willpower can divide.
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“Steady that shot” how to shoot slow shutter speeds
by Larry GrayamDo those available light photos sometimes come out a little fuzzy? Maybe you won’t even try a low light photo. Let’s look at some techniq…
Do those available light photos sometimes come out a little fuzzy? Maybe you won’t even try a low light photo. Let’s look at some techniques for shooting in low light that may help. We are not discussing time exposures here just slower shutter speeds. Some of the first steps are to adjust the shutter speed/aperture combination for low light shooting. Generally speaking try to open up the aperture to allow shooting at a higher shutter speed. You can also change the EI value on the camera. If you normally shoot photos at EI200 and the camera indicates this photo will be shot at 1/15sec then increasing to EI800 will allow you to shoot at 1/60sec. And of course the higher the shutter speed the less camera movement is visible in the image. Now get a grip. Extend your hand, palm upright, with the thumb pointing away from you. Lay your camera in your hand with the thumb and forefinger wrapping around the lens. This distributes the weight of the camera down your arm. Place your other hand in the shooting position with your finger over the shutter release button. Now bring your elbows into your body and snug the camera top against your forehead. You now have a mini tripod made from your upper body. Much of the camera movement will now be absorbed by your upper body. All you have to do now is Frame+ Focus+ Hold your breath+ Squeeze the shutter release. Now lean against a wall, sign or lamppost. Spread your feet apart and slightly forward. When in this position and holding your camera as above you can shoot at 2-3 slower shutter speeds than normal. When shooting with long lenses many photographers choose to use a monopod. A long multi sectioned tube with a 1/4×20tpi stud on top that screws into the tripod mount on your camera or long lens itself. Sandbags can be placed on a wall, the ground or an open car window to cushion and stabilize your camera. Emergency sandbags can be made from a pair of socks or small plastic bag. Tripods are three legged structures with a provision for mounting the camera at the top providing a rigid but adjustable platform for stabilizing the camera and lens. Many photographers will also use a remote shutter release and some will lock up the mirror to further reduce vibrations when using a tripod. Of course, for hand holding your camera, a well toned set of muscles help. So occasionally doing some upper body strengthening exercises will also help. In a quick shooting situation you might try wrapping the camera strap around your arm to tighten up your grip on the camera. Or with the strap over your shoulder extend the camera until the strap tightens up for a little more support. Plan your stance and stand your plan Frame+ Focus+ Hold your breath+ Squeeze the shutter release. / Have fun shoot lots of pictures-Larry Grayam
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►Hidden symbols/messages in the image. Look closely and turn up your volume! / If you get the message comment and tell me what do you think the alternate title can be.. / I was just kidding about the volume part! :) ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ Can you imagine someone being true / Turn `round and put himself in front of you / Sometimes it’s fun but then you never know / How far a thing like this might go All my life I’ve waited for a chance / To get right out of here / And when I had it in my hands / I could not let it go We’ve got the power, we are divine / We have the guts to follow the sign / Extracting tension from sources unknown / We are the ones to cover the throne Try if you can to come where we have gone / You may achieve what can’t be simply done / Look back and there you are where we have been / And still there’s so much inbetween All those years I’ve travelled `round this world / Now I am standing here / To make you sing these tunes / And know they’ll never let you go We’ve got the power, we are divine / We have the guts to follow the sign / Extracting tension from sources unknown / We are the ones to cover the throne We’ve got the power, we are divine / We have the guts to follow the sign / Extracting tension from sources unknown / We are the ones to cover the throne We’ve got the power, we are divine ♫ Music: Helloween / ♫ Song: Power ♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪♪ / was featured in Digital Artists United was featured in Fantasy Art was featured in Altered by Design was featured in Core [C.O.R.E] was featured in Photo Manipulators Finished in the Top Ten in the Scary Trees Finished in the Top Ten in the ALT avatar contest #21 Finished in the Top Ten in the Trees Please Finished in the Top Ten in the Surrealism Challenge
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Okay, I’ll try to stop with the self portraits now for a little while….They are just so therapeutic for me…
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Canon 40D, 50/1.8
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Image #1 in my Think Pink! Breast Cancer Awareness Series for 2009 Any and all profits from sales of this photo will be donated to Breast Cancer Care UK Model – Little Red Featured in The Selective Coloring Group, Art 4 Charity (08th October 2009), Model Beginnings, Canon DSLR (9th October 2009), Inspired Art, The Male Photographer (12th October 2009) and Disability & Beauty (14th October 2009) Thank you so much to the hosts of these groups for featuring this image, it means a great deal to me! Winner of the Selective Coloring Breast Cancer Awareness Challenge (23rd October 2009) Thank you to everyone who voted for it! Camera & Software Info / Camera:Canon EOS 400D / Lense(s):Sigma DG 28-300mm 1:3.5-6.3 Telephoto / Software:Gimp 2.6 © 2009 Ross Spencer. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorised use prohibited. This photograph may not be reproduced, copied or distributed, under any circumstances or conditions without prior written consent from me. My work is NOT public domain.
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