Dried flower stems in a small vase. Simple. Beautiful.
Carl Zeiss Jena Flektogon 35/2.4 film lens/Canon Rebel XSI. (Taken yesterday) 3.9.15
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Looks lovely (why do I envision myself caressing and smelling those, resembling Mortishia Addams? :D)
And wow, I did not know your camera is such a badass model, I mean, Canon Rebel, it is a perfect match for you! 😀
March 10, 2015 at 3:19 pm
Haha…welcome to MY world, O! Everything is black and white. 😉 And yeah…I’ve always been fond of the Rebel…heheh.
March 10, 2015 at 3:26 pm
i love B&W, and I love that there is so much to learn from you regarding producing it properly. I am often not satisfied with my results, but your photo and the BW shades and everything can immediatly give me at least 5 associations and inspirations I can use to boost my creativity! That’s what I want to achieve.
March 10, 2015 at 3:28 pm
Awww, that’s sweet of you to say! I’ll share something with you that I haven’t (and may not) share with anybody else. As of 30 minutes ago, I’ve sworn off (producing) coloured photography for a year. A whole year. As much as I want to “party on in my singledom”- I can’t change who I am or how I process things. :0( I’m pretty shattered right now. So…in true “me fashion”- I’m stripping the colour out of my world! After an entire year of black and white- I’ll have a new body of work (monochrome only) and will have something to show for all of this damage- rather than a broken heart. Make sense? Does to me. ;0) We do what we must to survive. (And heck, I’m going to try and sell a few prints while I’m at it.) Glad my pain inspires you! Heheh…xo
March 10, 2015 at 3:33 pm
It takes great strenght to manage to turn your pain into something that inspires other, but I do feel bad about liking it and expressing it, the photo, knowing from where it sprouted – at the same time finding comfort in knowing that it is helping you rebuild and breathe, and that others are recognising it and encouraging it. I am looking forward to seeing the photos you will produce.
March 10, 2015 at 3:39 pm
Seriously, do NOT feel bad for liking this and expressing it. I’m glad to know it’s inspiring, believe me. I say what I do with a wink and a nudge about my pain; it’s a layer that makes me who I am, you know? It’s not the good times that inspire me the most- but the bad. Not that I revel in them! But I think the olive is most productive when it’s being squeezed to death. ;0) I know you- of all people- relate to that. Your writing tells me so! As far as being an inspiration- I find myself in a tug-of-war as to what’s most inspiring that YOU do artistically between your writing. photography, and digital art. Although I’m a writer (of sorts) also, I can’t come close to what you produce. Let’s just say your writing scratches a necessary itch. 😉 And on that note, I hope your new press is going well!
March 10, 2015 at 3:49 pm
I feel exactly the same way, especially regarding writing, but with photographs as well. A lot of people asks me why do I not write happy poems, and I simply can’t, I find pain and bad events and such to be more inspiration, mostly because they force me to strenghten up and grow and harden and I think my personality needs more of that!
It is also very rare to find and encounter a person who is ready to toast and use their pain, such as yourself and such as myself.
Regarding the press, yes, and no, because we had to cancel our upcoming publication.
I lashed out on the writer because I felt emotionaly abused by her emails, slandering and calling me names after I spent more than a month translating her work, producing covers for her, busting my ass to get her published by magazines and similar, for free and out of my good will – and ofcourse, I am the bad guy 😀
March 10, 2015 at 3:54 pm
Oh no! I hate when that happens. Alas, it’s a sad reminder that at the heart of us all- we’re beasts- looking after our own throats, as it were. She sounds like a real piece of work though. Sorry to hear that. :0( But hey, I know you- and you won’t let that happen again! And please, for the love of all things good, do not write “happy poems”! heheh…I need my fix and don’t know where else to get it. ;0)
March 10, 2015 at 4:12 pm
Don’t worry, I don’t think that will ever happen, so you are safe! 😀
March 10, 2015 at 4:23 pm
March 10, 2015 at 4:26 pm
at first, i thought they were wires.
March 10, 2015 at 8:23 pm
They kind of look like it. (At first.)
March 10, 2015 at 8:26 pm
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