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Some of my best pictures of 2012...
1. Paris Fantasy : roue libre, 2. Kodak : end of game ?, 3. Emergency Inked Stairs, 4. Under Ice, 5. Dark Disney : The Magic is in the Sky, 6. Sinking Edge, 7. Welcome in Winterland, 8. Lost in Structuration : Metronomic, 9. Autumn Fantasy : Let the Light Guide You, 10. Disney & Star Wars : Dark Side of the Toons, 11. The Dark Pyramid, 12. Montparnasse, 13. In the Blue Heart of the Atom
AMSTERDAM - Exhibition of the world premiere!
World Press Photo starts its worldwide tour in Amsterdam .
From here it will travel to more than a hundred cities all over the world.
In de single-categorie won deze foto van Neil Aldridge die een witte neushoorn laat zien die geblinddoekt en gedrogeerd wacht om vrijgelaten te worden.
Hij mag de wildernis van Botswana in, nadat de Rhino uit Zuid-Afrika is gehaald om 'm uit de klauwen van stropers te houden.
Nog steeds worden deze zo goed als bedreigde dieren afgemaakt voor hun hoorn.
This photo is one of the winners.
of the Rhino.
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Your not so ordinary family picture.
Don't underestimate the booth.
Yesterday (Oct 1st) my uncle, Lawrence, and his fiancé, Veronica got married. It was a great day -the wedding took place in a small homely chapel in the Presidio, followed by an evening time banquet in South San Francisco (dual lobster dish anyone?!).
It was great to see family [some of whom I rarely see] again, and to celebrate the union of two great people. The weather turned out nicely too. In the morning before the chapel business took place, it drizzled a little bit and it worried a couple of us for a small moment. Soon after the sun came out and burned off the fog, which made for splendid weather the rest of the day.
You'd all be proud to know that I didn't bring my camera to the wedding. Needless to say I didn't take any pictures at the wedding. It was nice going to a function like this and really just enjoying the spontaneity of everything instead of holding a camera to my face the entire time. Plus ... I'd say there was a fair amount of guests rocking their own SLR gear ... one of the guests even wielded dual D700's -cray cray!
At the banquet, off to the side, there was a photo booth for guests to use. I'd describe it as say a generous estimate would be a 6'x'6' makeshift room (props provided) for people to be buck wild silly in front of the camera. It makes for an awesome time. After some [provided] wigs, some oversized sunglasses, goofy hats, cool masks, and countless face contortions ... you've got yourself some priceless images.
Keepin' it classy with the cuzzos/Chens! Stay crunchy guys, stay crunchy!
Lighting was a single AB400 into a soft box in all of the images (couldn't help but notice!) -I personally think an additional AB400 on the side, or the bottom would've been nice for some fill. But, can't complain! :) I went ahead and scanned the originals on my computer -compiled them into one picture, and went ahead took the creative liberty of editing the resulting image a bit. The white balance was really wonky originally, so went ahead and adjusted that, as well as some curves work.
Just a piece of colored craft paper and some glasses to keep it in place.
I use a flash for almost all of my Lego photography outside of conventions. I point the flash backwards over my left shoulder, where it bounces off the white kitchen ceiling and provides soft enough lighting for my purposes.
Leica M3
50mm Summicron DR
Kentmere 100 in HC-110 (1:31)
-- Molly jumped into the action as I snapped the shutter.
Digital photo manipulation of 8" X 10" oil on canvas board.
For JKPP Group.
Reference: www.flickr.com/photos/masioje/5761818757/in/set-721576265...
A little bump on the Hell's Revenge Jeep trail provides a photo op. It may not look very steep in the photo, but it FEELS really steep sitting behind the steering wheel!
I don't have any photos for today, because it appears the Israeli authorities deleted the photos off my camera without my knowing. This is a photo from after I got my camera back.
To keep it short for now (because I'm still very angry and very sad) we were kicked out of Israel after 10 hours of grilling with no explanation and no justification. All they would say is that we are a security threat and therefore would not be granted entry.
The whole ordeal was quite a long and distressing experience, for our whole group, and out of all of it there is this feeling that we were treated as less than human. I'm going to write about all this properly later on.
This photo is one of the guards. I think it shows one of the huge problems of this whole situation. We were essentially dealt with by a bunch of kids with power (and or guns). We were questioned by kids like this who had no idea why we'd want to visit Jerusalem in a mixed group. They seemed to be very suspicious that Christians would want to travel with Muslims. That seemed to be their biggest issues coming out of the questioning, and therefore I assume their decision was somehow based on that.
For my own records, I've written a timeline of events....
We arrived into Ben Gurion Airport, Tel Aviv at about 6pm Thursday the 12th of November. As a group we queued up at the Immigration desks and one by one went through. Three members of our group passed through without any trouble. The others of us were asked to go to the little room in the corner and wait. We had been through this procedure last year, so it was of no concern to us. We were expecting the delay. We were told to wait, and that it would only take a few minutes
We sat and waited in the room for about an hour before anyone came out and addressed us. A few of us were asked some details, such as name, address, father's name – nothing particularly more. The lady then said again it would only take a few more minutes and left the room. She came back after a while and asked the first of us to go with her to her office for questioning. In this way, one by one, most of us were questioned. It seemed that nothing more than basic questions were asked – name, contact details, phone numbers, email addresses and how everyone knew the group and why we were travelling together.
By now it must have been about 8.30pm. Some of the smokers in the group were getting a bit jittery and asked if there was anywhere they could go for a smoke. They were told no, but that the process would only be a few minutes longer anyway. In fact the only thing anyone actually said to us about what was happening was that it would only take a few minutes longer.
Imran was the next to be questioned. His questioning wasn't like the others. They were a lot ruder and more aggressive with him, and focused a lot more on why the group was here. They told him that he's been to Jerusalem before and that it's boring, he should go to Medina as that is holy for Muslims. They told him this a few times – that he would be better off visiting Saudi rather than Jerusalem. They also wanted to look through his documents folder. They commented on how professional and how organised he was, but they did this in an accusatory manner. After about 20 minutes he came back out, but they kept his phone, presumably to look through his contact numbers.
It must have been about 10pm now (4 hours from arrival). Security had now brought back the other three from outside. They had all the luggage with them, and they had told us that security brought them in to wait with us, while they finish off doing the “interrogation” (the word security used, not us) and that it would only take a few more minutes.
I was then called in for questioning. Again from my experience from last year, the questions seemed a lot more hostile, and the two ladies questioning me appeared more aggressive with the way they were asking. They wanted to know about our “organisation” and why our “organisation” arranged this trip. I explained to them about the work we try to do with the Friendship Cafe, how we want to use this trip as a learning experience which can help bring us closer together back in the UK. They didn't seem to believe this as they thought we were only visiting Muslim sites. Again when I explained that wasn't true, she gave an example of how we didn't see the wailing wall. I told her we had seen the Wailing Wall, and that we would visit it again this year. She seemed genuinely shocked by that.
She asked how we could possibly learn about different Faiths if we have a Muslim tour group and a Muslim Guide. She suggested we should have a Jewish guide. I did agree that if we had limitless resources we would have guides of all three faiths, but since we don't, we are limited to what we can manage. I explained that we're not professional holiday operators, that we were just making this up to the best of our ability. She didn't seem to like that, and told me how professional our organisation looked (I think she had our website open). But again she said this in a negative way. She was accusing us of being too professional for some reason.
She wanted to know more about the Friendship Café and wanted an example of an activity of ours. So I told them about the youth club we run on Friday nights. She quickly told me that Jews weren't allowed then. I asked her why and she said because it's the Sabbath, and so they weren't allowed. I then gave examples of activities we did on other nights, and stressed how we are open to anyone from any community. I said that we work within an Islamic framework, but we have users from all backgrounds.
She told me that if we work in an Islamic framework then we should give Zakaat (obligatory donations based on income) to every mosque we visit. I told her that I didn't know of such a ruling. This got her a bit angry and insisted I must have some Zakaat with me. I told her I did. I have a certain amount of my own Zakaat, and that if I find somewhere suitable to make a donation to, I would. If I didn't, then I wouldn't. She told me not to worry, I'd find plenty of places. She asked me how much I had, which I told her, and then she asked how much the group had in total. I told her I didn't know as we weren't doing anything collectively as a group with this regard.
My questioning finished with more about what we were doing. She just couldn't or wouldn't understand why we were travelling in a mixed group. She insisted that we are a charitable organisation that does a lot of charity work, and so we must be doing something here. I explained to us that what we were doing is strengthening our bonds to make our work in Gloucester better. That our primary focus is developing the community of Gloucester, and by learning about our shared history, we can help that cause.
It must have been about 11pm now, and we were told to bring our bags to another room where they would be checked – all standard procedure they said. So we went into a room with a series of tables where they could look through the bags and some chairs for us to sit on. We were there for about half an hour while people moved in and out, again without any explanations to us. The atmosphere in this room was very hostile. It was noticeable how the security here had a different attitude towards us. Guards would often just walk up and down and scowl at us, for no reason. If people stood up, for whatever reason, they were told forcefully to sit. One guard came round and took pictures of us with a digital camera. We asked for a reason for this – none was given, we were just told that they would take them.
First of all they took our bags away to be scanned. Then one by one we were taking into a back room to be body searched. We were asked to take off shoes, jumpers and hand over all money. All of these were taken away for scanning. No receipt of any money was given. When someone asked, we were told that this is security, not a cash desk. Once someone came back from this, they were asked to open their bags. Security then emptied bags completely and used a some hand held detector to swipe over every item. Everything was opened. Even boxes of chocolates had their wrapping opened, so they could check the chocolates. After the bags were checked, they were repacked, and security tags were placed on them. They were then sent for scanning again.
Again there was no explanation to why any of this was happening. When we asked, they told us that they were just security, the decision to do this was made by the police, they were just following orders. At this stage we still thought that we'd be allowed to leave. But certain things were happening that raised suspicion. When security were repacking bags, it was clear that certain items were being put back into other bags. For example, bottles of water were being put into suitcases after they had been taken out of hand luggage. They were doing this subtly at first “oh I'll just put this in here since there's more room” but a few times they did say “I'll put this into checked luggage” It became obvious that they were going through an exit procedure, and they were taking into consideration regulations on hand luggage. Again when asked what was happening, nobody seemed to know, it was always someone else's orders.
This whole process took about two to three hours. One other interesting thing to happen during this was that Larry was asked during his questioning why he'd want to travel with this group, that we were only visiting Muslims sites. He told them we weren't, and reeled off a list of places to prove the point.
When all this was over, one security guard casually said “you know that you're being sent home right?” Of course this caused a reaction in the group, and we demanded to find out what was happening. Again his line was that he was just security, it was a police decision, and that he had no idea why. We asked to speak to someone who did know, and we were told someone would be with us in a few minutes to explain. After about half an hour of us constantly demanding someone explain what was happening to us, we were told to move to the next room, where everything would be explained.
This room was next to the office of the Ministry of the Interior. Again nobody was talking to us. Security had now left, and the police were there guarding us. We asked them what was happening. They told us they don't know – that it was a matter for airport security. In this way we were answered over and over again – security said it was a police matter, the police said it was a security issue. Every now and then they'd say it was a decision made by the Ministry of the Interior. Someone from the Ministry of the Interior insisted that no decision was even made yet, and that he had no say in it anyway.
At this stage we phoned the British Embassy in Tel Aviv – it was out of hours and so we were given a number of an office in the foreign office back in London. We spoke to a lady called Claire, who listened to our situation, and tried to speak to someone at the airport. Nobody was willing to take the call. A lady in the Ministry of the Interior said she would phone the foreign office and make contact with Claire, but she never did. This went on for about two hours, as we tried to get anyone to speak to London.
While this was happening, we were told that we would have to go for fingerprinting and have our photos taken again. When asked why, we were told this was common for many airports as part of the entry process. We asked if we would be allowed entry, and again the response was that no decision was made yet. But other people were still telling us that we'd be on the next plane out. We were constantly asking to speak to someone who had any authority, and who could actually answer any of our questions. We were told that someone would come and do that, but every time anyone came, they just insisted they had no idea what was happening, and that they were just doing their small bit whatever that was.
It must have been about 3.30am/4am when someone finally came to us from the Ministry of Interior and told us that the decision has just been made to refuse our entry into Israel and that we would be sent home on the 6.10am flight. No reason was given, and he refused to answer any of our questions. Again we demanded to speak to someone who could answer our questions, but nobody came. The man did come back again, maybe half an hour later to answer questions. But all he would say is that we are a security threat and we wouldn't be given entry. He wasn't prepared to give any more decisions, and if we wanted to know, we'd have to contact the Israeli Embassy in the UK. He insisted all the checks we went through was part of the process, and that the decision was only just made (when he had made his announcement), but all the people who made that decision had left, and so we wouldn't be able to find out any more.
After this we were just made to wait in the room, while they took our bags away to put onto the aircraft, and then we were escorted onto the plane. No further checks were done, presumably because everything had already happened while we were being told we were just going through standard entry procedure. Our passports weren't given back to us. They were sent directly to the plane, and we only got them back when we were in the air.
We left at about 6.10am on Friday the 13th of November.
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To photo shop or not...
As a repaint artist, one has to be careful when it comes to using photo editing programs.
I never touch up anything on the doll's face (the face paint needs to speak for itself when the new owner looks at it).
It's important to me that the doll is represented at her best.
Things that I retouch out of my photos is dust and debris that I missed while staging the background surfaces. It may sound a little retentive to some, but sometimes the stitching in the clothing bothers me, or takes my eye away from the doll's face and hair.
Speaking of hair, if I am selling a doll that has an upswept style that I've done, I'm very careful to make sure that there are no fly away hairs when creating the style in the first place as I will not photo shop them out.
However, if there is light that reflects off the hair in a way that makes it appear that there is dust or an overly shiny spot. I will shop them out.
In this photo, I have touched up the bra (stitching and seams). I have also shopped out shiny areas in the hair, without taking away from the style.
They are subtle changes that enhance the photo without misleading potential customers.
It also helps if you have a professional camera.
I've never thought of myself as a great photographer, but I've stumbled into a picture or two that I really enjoy.
OK I have been offline because I have been busy in school...trying to learn how to use a DSLR manually. It is like going from driving an automatic to a stick-shift.
This is my first of 38 photos for an assignment due on Monday. We are to shoot in Black and White, to concentrate on composition.
This is a self-portrait where I represent who I am. I have always been a chameleon, blending into my surroundings. Not really sure what I am doing with lightroom quite yet with the black and white processing so if you have any suggestions I am all pores...I mean ears.
No animals were hurt in the making of this photograph. The mud mask was a ritual that I and 20 other men performed this last weekend at Wildwood. I think the color version is more fun, but here is the B/W.
20,000 mile road trip across Canada and All over the United States
Photo by Donna Hart
Marietta, GA.
United States
All are very old photos or within the last 10 yrs ( have concentrated mostly on nature). I am going to post a few more old ones but I have to clean and repair. You can get there on a flickr search ( not sure which to use; so here are both) ron allen or windwolf1943. Site is blocked to third party searches. If I open it up for that I will post that address. You can also e-mail at ronallen1943@yahoo.com. I have an art center photo shoot coming up at the end of March or early April (Have to check for exact date hasn't been posted yet) also will be adding content as the spring and summer progresses. Things will be posted there I am not going to post on my nature site. This photo was converted from film and taken with a Canon F1. It also had damage I repaired as best i could with my photo programs and Edwal film cleaner.
Two side-by-side A3 photos, photographed by Welta Weltaflex 6x6. Kodak TMAX PRO 400, Ilfosol 1+9 6min
My work photo that appears on my new badge... well, the full version at least. That's it, I'm full time, I've transitioned, it's done and the rest of the growing and changing at this point is just paperwork and time.... I'm there. This will also probably be my last photo on Flickr... this was a place for me to chronicle my early journey and simply a safe place to share my life. I'm living my life now, finally, and I wish all the rest of you all the best in your journeys. Remember, listen to your gut, do what you need to do, and live your life!
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