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I was old before I learned to be young

Sometimes I just go around biking, looking for interesting places to take self-portraits or even hypothetical photoshoots. I found this fence and fell in love with it, so I planned on going back there on a thursday afternoon. But there was a little problem. It's summer here, and summer on most places in Brazil means: "rain in the late afternoon". Yeah, kind of a big booboo for photography. Cameras and water don't get mixed well together.

But thursday, it was sunnyyyy... in my neighborhood at least. This place is by the road, a good 20km from my house. I had driven half way to there, when I saw the dark clouds hovering around my location. I decided to go on, summer rain doesn't last that long. Usually just a few minutes.

 

I got there, got dressed inside the car and waited... and waited... the rain didn't seem like giving away. So I mounted the tripod inside the car, set the timer and just shot a few self-portraits. That was the first time I had taken a self-portrait under the rain and I got SO WET!! It was lots of fun too... should try it more...

 

There are three photos from this day, that I'll share on flickr, and in one of them, the shutter speed was a bit slower, so the rain is a little more visible. The photos turned out more interesting with the rain than it would have been without it :)

 

Lately I've been more interested in creating romatic images for my photos. It has nothing to do with a particular feeling in my personal life, it's just what I feel like doing for my photos. I want to make some conceptual stuff too, I have lots of ideas popping in my head, but I'd need time and help. I'll get them done eventually.

 

Also, when I decided on the outfit, I came up with the idea of creating a series of photos with big hats, creating a more mysterious mood for my self-portraits, thus a new set is created :)

 

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Karen Elson - Stolen Roses

 

There once was a time when I was a girl

that darkness hunged in my sky

I was old before I learned to be young

stone cold till I learn how to cry

 

and the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin

it's taking a lonesome girl's heart

I will go where the stolen roses grow

to forget that I have fell apart

 

the thorns on the roses cut through my skin

the vultures flew down and then pecked

what lay on the surface was a tiny crack

and below was a gigantic wreck

so I held my head down and I dealt with the blows

In hope that I'd soon be free to go where the stolen roses grow

to forget I have bad memory

 

I will go where the stolen roses grow

I will go where the stolen roses grow

and the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin

It's taking a lonesome girl's heart

I will go where the stolen roses grow

to forget that I have fell apart

 

I will go where the stolen roses grow

I will go where the stolen roses grow

I will go where the stolen roses grow

 

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Taken on January 13, 2011