tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post9129485801130312160..comments2024-03-22T03:35:27.752-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: Under a blood red skycarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-76304204921897001322009-11-11T03:17:08.396-05:002009-11-11T03:17:08.396-05:00lovely photo...your sentiment serene, yet vibrant,...lovely photo...your sentiment serene, yet vibrant, very talented. I always beleive that anyone who passes, lives on inside me. As does your father, you are your fathers, forever, and he is forever yours. Even when physically not present, but he still there and very present in all that you do. Blessings to you, I hope you find a way to dry those eyes.Kayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17353317664100788614noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-60719079475524272892009-11-07T09:40:04.743-05:002009-11-07T09:40:04.743-05:00It wasn't a sunset/sunrise (though I too marve...It wasn't a sunset/sunrise (though I too marvel at the palette those scenes offer us to paint with) but around the middle of last month, I had a chance to "connect" with my own father through my photography. Even though he's been gone over 9 years. I was doing a shoot for InterAct (details <a href="http://mojo11.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-world-tuesday-53-deafening-silence.html" rel="nofollow">here</a>) a domestic violence shelter my dad was a big supporter of during his lifetime. And the event I was shooting happened to fall on his birthday. So in a way I felt I was carrying on his work. It didn't make the job more important -- it couldn't <i>be</i> more important, but it did make it perhaps a touch more satisfying.<br /><br />But that post was purple-themed, so for a splash of red I turn to the generation <i>after</i> mine, and a shot of my son at one of his recitals. I'll remember this one as the first one I was able to attend since he's been in college because his first 2 1/2 years were at a school 800 miles away. I'll also remember it as the fastest I think I've ever seen his fingers move -- which is saying a <i>lot</i>.<br /><br /><a href="http://mojo11.blogspot.com/2009/11/thematic-photographic-74-red-v40-red.html" rel="nofollow">Thematic Photographic 74: "Red" v.3.0 - Red Shirt Senior</a>Mojohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03498213932233245032noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-76792694959292303002009-11-07T09:37:50.176-05:002009-11-07T09:37:50.176-05:00A few years ago I ran into a friend that I hadn...A few years ago I ran into a friend that I hadn't seen in well over a decade. I'd given a photo of a sunset shot from the Appalachian Trail (on the NC/TN border)and one of the first things he told me is that he still has the photo hanging in his office... The story of the photo and your father is touching.sagehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17499891950639742366noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-28926786157071462272009-11-07T07:42:51.140-05:002009-11-07T07:42:51.140-05:00Sun rise, and sun set photos are a lot of fun. Th...Sun rise, and sun set photos are a lot of fun. The lighting changes quickly, and there are a lot of opportunities to take photos from different perspectives.<br /><br />Moments with people are also like that. They happen so quickly, and bits and pieces stick in our memory.<br /><br />Recently when I photograph people, I try to incorporate something about them in the photo. Two recent examples for me are these:<br /><br />(This one is my red entry, because of my friends Mustang).<br /><br />http://gallow-photo-year.blogspot.com/2009/10/week-26-day-189-october-29-2009-mustang.html<br /><br />and<br /><br />http://gallow-photo-year.blogspot.com/2009/08/week-17-day-116-august-25-2009-dads.htmlGallowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01411525692992307611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-39602494627758742702009-11-07T06:00:47.019-05:002009-11-07T06:00:47.019-05:00It is a cliche, but my photography helps stop time...It is a cliche, but my photography helps stop time. I capture the joy in the little faces of my grandchildren who, just yesterday, were babies and today are toddlers. I catch the flowerbud at its peak and I get that animal just before it moves out of range. Photography for me stops time.Taborhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15257045780724471840noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-83765986155426843362009-11-07T00:09:02.564-05:002009-11-07T00:09:02.564-05:00Mindblowingly beautiful, Carmi!Mindblowingly beautiful, Carmi!kenjuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07342414519714356343noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-87798860850383407742009-11-06T20:52:39.483-05:002009-11-06T20:52:39.483-05:00Carmi....Photography connects right from the heart...Carmi....Photography connects right from the heart. Yes, it is difficult to see through the lens when our eyes are wet with tears. The tears spring too when we do look back on momentous pictures of times before..... good tears mixed with sad confused tears.<br /><br />Its a beautiful photo......<br /><br />I have posted my third "red" post. I chose a pair of shoes..... Rosie red shoes....<br /><br />http://mayfairplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-rosie-red-shoes.html<br /><br />take care friend.......awarenesshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06098432781380754899noreply@blogger.com