tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-388887542011-04-21T11:20:10.502-07:00noirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01349487110754805255noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38888754.post-14517557038325128052008-06-06T11:41:00.000-07:002008-06-06T12:37:24.832-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Photography iz da hard ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">especially if you don't own a camera. Yes, I have taken a few hundred pictures, all through borrowed eyes, but only a handful really stick to me. Its about that moment, its pagan beauty and what it means to you. If you manage to get it down to film or pixels? Who knows? You just might win a contest.<br /><br />But that shouldn't really be the motive. Its the power of letting someone else see what you saw, sharing that memory that you captured, to make something ordinary look one-of-a-kind. </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="font-size:100%;">That's</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> power.<br /><br />And I relish it. Maybe it was a freak shot or another epiphany, it was mine to take alone.<br /><br />And that it wasn't my camera to begin with, makes the taste that much more sharp.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzRhkeJCnWE/SEmODY6pGcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3qoH2SO5nzY/s1600-h/DSC05732.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzRhkeJCnWE/SEmODY6pGcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3qoH2SO5nzY/s320/DSC05732.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208850632909855170" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38888754-1451755703832512805?l=all5ofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>noirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01349487110754805255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38888754.post-35051825437191928062007-03-04T09:49:00.000-08:002007-03-04T12:11:35.853-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">And I still ...<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >I'm looking for something. It's been a while. In ma</span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >ny places, at varied times have I hoped to find it. Events and experiences have never parried me from this quest. Nor have the places, nor have the people.<br /><br />The path ahead beckons with promise, just like the path I've tread reeks of stony grief. My eyes fall to the ground ... ignoring things important ... </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >yet I walk on </span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >adamant, arrogant, defiant, ruthless. Tears, pain, anger, hatred, ... reactions to love unrequited ... love left behind ... love for me.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >Maybe its only fair that I haven't found it. Its only fair to admit that the love I pushed away, the burdened pain was for that something ...<br /><br />and I still haven't a clue what I'm looking for.<br />I smile as I say this ...<br />That is what I do ...<br />Because that is what I can ...</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br />For all the suffering<br />you have endured,</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >For all the people<br />I've walked past,<br />Forgive me never<br />for your broken smiles,<br />If you do<br />I believe<br />I wont last.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzRhkeJCnWE/ResMJZ7TcUI/AAAAAAAAABE/w48PiSrY2s4/s1600-h/looking.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 294px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_gzRhkeJCnWE/ResMJZ7TcUI/AAAAAAAAABE/w48PiSrY2s4/s400/looking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038133963862012226" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38888754-3505182543719192806?l=all5ofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>noirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01349487110754805255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38888754.post-63926045062304663192007-02-25T10:00:00.000-08:002007-03-01T11:35:45.424-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;" >Me and space, space and me ...</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzRhkeJCnWE/RecqtW7WupI/AAAAAAAAAAs/akN_Cuwamj0/s1600-h/space.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_gzRhkeJCnWE/RecqtW7WupI/AAAAAAAAAAs/akN_Cuwamj0/s400/space.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037041666974202514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />a little,<br />just enough for one gasp,<br />is all that I will ever need ...<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38888754-6392604506230466319?l=all5ofme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>noirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01349487110754805255noreply@blogger.com0