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I'm a scatter-brained, brain-damaged, neuro-atypical feminist Aquarius with fibromyalgia.
...or, as was once made clear to me by a toddler, I'm less interesting than a laundry basket.
In one of my film classes last semester we had to tell a story in 3 pictures for a mini assignment so my friend and I did this
Two border guards, one Pakistani and the other Chinese, at Khunjerab Pass. (via Imgur)
Someone write me this forbidden romance novel.
"Fuck off Shaun I am taking a picture."
Ladies and Gentleman, the man that will be in history books. He was throwing the burning tear gas. Not to the cops but away from the children protesting. In his American Shirt and bag of chips. Check his twitter.
His twitter bio:
“Missouri citizen. Human. Taxpayer. Lover of chips. I threw the tear gas canister in#Ferguson. ”
Darkly elegant and subtly unsettling.
Darkness falls on the swamp.
“Of course,” she noted thoughtfully, “you’re the guy who walked into the infernal plane with no way home. Do I really want to take life choices advice from you?”
He just grinned at her.
Joshua Dudley Greer - Somewhere Along the Line
"Early settlers imagined the New World as a pristine, uninhabited wilderness – a landscape of unparalleled beauty, magnitude and possibility. Yet the driving impulse of expansion was rarely to commune with nature, but more often a desire to carve a garden from these wilds and create a new civilization, unique from all others. Lines began to be drawn, initially through agriculture and settlements, then railways and cities, and eventually the road.
Today, the American landscape is carved up by nearly 4,000,000 miles of roadways that lead us to just about anywhere we need or want to be. The Interstate Highway System in particular has permanently altered the way we experience the landscape and in turn, each other.
The ideas of mobility, prosperity, community and growth, cornerstones of the American Dream, still motivate many of us to strike out on the road in search of something beyond what our daily lives provide. For some it may be a job or a lifestyle, for others an escape. Whatever the motivation may be, we are all visitors somewhere.”
Aliza Razell: Magic and Mystic Photography
Massachusetts-based artist Aliza Razell creates tickling self-portraits that explore philosophical abstractions through the merged mediums of watercolour and photography. Using Photoshop, Razell unites the two mediums in her Anesidora (explorations of the Pandora’s Box myth) and Ikävä (the Finnish word meaning the feeling of longing) series.
[Image: A photo of rocks, gloriously stacked.]
Here is a good series of pictures to draw. Spend about 15 minutes on each drawing. Start with non-photo blue and then pick any pony you like to take you the rest of the way.
Professor Lynda B.
Orchard Beach: The Bronx Riviera
Although New York’s Bronx is considered one of the most diverse communities in America out of which many subcultures originated, such as Hip Hop and Salsa, it’s still viewed as a no man’s land by many of the city’s inhabitants. Perhaps it is a matter of simple geography that many refuse to venture to the northernmost of the city’s five boroughs or, quite possibly, it may be the Borough’s malevolent reputation lingering from its tumultuous past.
From its earliest years, the Bronx has been a hotbed of immigrant working class families, but its image has largely been defined by the urban blight of the late 1960’s through to the 1980’s when arson, drug addiction and social neglect decimated many of its neighborhoods. For the families who have called this scarred landscape home, Orchard Beach, the only beach in the borough, was and remains a treasured respite from the sweltering confines of the concrete jungle. Built in the 1930s by urban planner Robert Moses, the beach carries the stigma as being one of the worst in New York and is commonly known as Horseshit Beach or Chocha Beach.
I began shooting portraits of Orchard Beach’s summertime regulars in 2005 shortly after moving to New York, realizing that the stigma attached to this oasis was largely unjustified - I felt compelled to engage with this community of working class families and colorful characters. The photographs in ‘Orchard Beach – The Bronx Riviera’ celebrate the pride and dignity of the beach’s visitors, working-class people.
Immediately catching the viewer’s eye is the extravagant style of many of the photographs’ subjects – a quest for identity and sense of belonging. Some individuals carry scars and markings that hint to their own personal histories, which often reflect the complex history of the borough itself. Within the gaze of those portrayed we see a community standing in defiance of popular opinion.
The six years I spent photographing Orchard Beach have not only given me the time and space to reflect on the importance of family and community, but also a sense of belonging and purpose. After having experienced the most profound grief when my older brother was brutally murdered, photography has not only offered me an opportunity to give a voice to a community often misunderstood but also a means of healing from the loss experienced.
— Wayne Lawrence / INSTITUTE
A slender old moon seems to be touching the top of this beautiful Italian church in this skywatcher image. Taken by Stefano De Rosa in Turin, Italy on Dec. 4, 2011.
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