Self Portrait II

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More Thrills ..

Blogger's small format is a problem. If anyone happens to have a better template whereby photos can be posted in larger sizes, please let me know.

Thrill a Minute ..

I was paid to take photographs today. It was exhausting, and I felt insane since I have no idea how to use this new camera. For 4 hours I chased people and hoped for the best. It was understood I was there to take pictures - so no one hit me! When I arrived I shied away from my duty, and really just wanted to slink away into a corner. Not being outgoing doesn't help. It was sometimes embarrassing - I was called 'the camera lady' at which point I wanted to hide - and it was a very uncomfortable feeling all around - until I forgot where I was and then suddenly I wasn't myself any more.

I can't wait to do it again. I think my new friend below feels the same.

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I haven't really felt like posting anything, or taking pictures.

The kit lens that comes with any Canon SLR leaves lots to be desired. Use a tripod. Unfortunately I didn't.

Two white tea cups and wrappers

Camera: The brand new, beautiful Canon 350D / Kit lens
Shutter Speed: 1/125
Lens Aperture: F/5.6
Flash: not fired
Focal Length: 55mm
F-Number: F/5.6
Exposure Time: 1/125 sec
ISO-800
Exposure Compensation: 0
Image Quality: RAW

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I haven't made too much time to do more than just take a few shots and practice. My old, trusty P.O.S really kicked butt - I knew it like the back of my hand. I am in for a long learning curve.

An empty vial

Taken with the 350D. I don't feel like posting the specs, but they are in the image data. All processing was done in the camera except for the red line. The image quality really is amazing. The reviews have not lied.

Saying Goodbye

Please note that this picture needs to be enlarged fully for view. There simply wasn't enough space to point out all the fascinating things, freaky neighbors, oddities, directions from which vandals operated, unfriendly neighbors, stray cat that beat up my precious Maui (incidentally, this was Maui's only cat-friend - go figure), and so many other amazing points of interest about this street. Also please note that there is something very, very wrong with Blogger.com tonight. It seems that showcasing the bizzare, carnival-like street upon which I lived, has opened up a portal someplace - so when you try to enlarge, and how can you Not wish to enlarge this gem, it may open as an unknown file and then promp you to download it. And it's blurry, too..

Fear not, this is just proof of what I have been trying to point out.

You can see this beauty here.

Korean Dude

Hide n Seek

Mother's Day

Happy Mother's Day, Marilyn

I hope you have a great day

Compass

Taken with my trusty P.O.S.

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I just backslid

I am sorry. I love these people, and that cat.

Photo Dump

Underxposed: Photo Dump



Out with the old, in with the new--also taken with my trusty P.O.S 99 cent cracked lens special. I'm dumping some images, rather posting some of my favorite ones here before I rip down the old site to rebuild it in a PHP, blogable format, where of course all the old gems will go back up again. To access the links just click on links to pull them up.

I have had a recurring

not so much a dream, not so much a night terror (and in fact I don't think any other word but haunting is really accurate) - experience where an electrical current runs through my body and lifts me up to the ceiling, where it pins me there long enough so that I can look down at the darkness below me; then I observe that although terrifying, I seem to be at one with something not good and pure. I say it's not a dream because I'm not fully asleep, but not fully awake. I'm fully aware of what's happening to me and aware that I'd rather get out of it but the process of bringing myself out seems like a battle between two wills, and the only thing that stops it is getting up out of bed, putting myself in some form of light, and leaving the room. Most of the time that stops it, though not every time. Sometimes hours, literally - I've checked the clock - of my sleep are hijacked by this not a dream sort of a but not really nightmare. I guess I do find it comforting, I mean after so many years.

And in this way I create.

Self Portrait I

Officially Bored

But then why wouldn't I be.

So my friend nun, who hates the term 'friend' tells me in her own special way that my pictures are starting to suck. Is that too harsh, she asks? No, I say. You see, if everyone were a bit more honest with each other rather than always participating in the usual mutual admirbation, we might all start to improve as artists and capturers of light.

So she gave me an assignment. A few things have been outlawed as part of that, and they are: the cat (pssst, who can also be found here), the little tim burton doll, and a few other things I won't speak of.

If you're here on this blog, take heed, I am talking to you, too.

More Laguna II

More Laguna

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In college we were each given a free Corbis account with a limit of 25 images per quarter. I thought to myself that really won't do. Hungry to just have the images on my harddrive I quickly devised the plan to get as many as I could use or want. Within half an hour I had 100. I knew I was tainting myself with greed but I didn't care. Those people's images represented something I didn't have; heart guts and soul. 6 months later I had over 400 images and still no heart guts or soul. I longed to have what they create and although I already had it deep inside, I couldn't wake up from my sleep. So I just trudged on using those images for my own purposes, mostly to design non-commercial, personal web sites or piecing together those images to create parodies of people who exist either in real life or those people I met online. They were a hit but I was still left with the problem of no heart guts or soul. I longed for my own images but it never occured to me once to use a camera.

What happens between the time we are blind and the time we see is a mystery.

Today

New photo's with my new camera.

NOT.

It's the same P.O.S, model number embarrassing. Be sure to enlarge the big flower. It makes me feel like sticking my tongue a lemon merengue pie.