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Praktica MTL 5B works nicely.

You ain't kidding, Hasa. That's a stunning shot!

best,
Chris H

The hippie's camera of choice, Hasa .

Great shots indeed, Hasa and Bab tB.

So, I went for a hike to try to shoot some pics of an old, hidden reservoir. I found eight to ten foot walls of logging, stretching for over 3km, completely cutting off the river. Then it rained, which was a good test for my new rucksack. Positives. The wood smelled amazing.





Plus, I got to play with Adobe Lightroom 2. Thanks ArkanGL.

Town, last weekend:



I've noticed that young people smile a lot more than the older generation

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Summer day at the marina

Kid's got one hell of a mullet goin' on there.

her mom is hoping it will be long enough soon for pigtails.

mothers and daughters.... why do moms always feel like they are a living Barbie doll?

I do have a pic of myself someplace at my mom's sporting an AWESOME mullet circa 1985.

It would have done Joe Dirt proud.

That expression - so natural.

Photographic exhibition we visited on Saturday:



Shutter (2006) Mark Cocks

A small slide of beach life. Interesting, but nothing more. Reflectopr0n (2008) Bictaker.

and in the background, my fav exhibit





I Watched Her Until She Disappeared - Paul Jeff, Maria Sanchez Portillo & Emanuela Contini

Made as a response to the continuing abduction and murder of young women in North Mexico... a moving performance of resistance by one Mexican woman from the durational act of having an identical portrait taken every hour, day and night for a week - whilst incarcerated in a prison cell with a white male photographer. Doubly trapped, first in the pose and then in the cell, the woman is the object of 168 ostensibly identical portraits. Her voice reduced to the mute testimony on scratching words and pictures on the cell wall. The man attempts to make her into pure image by subjecting her to a harsh regime of scrutiny and representation. A pure image (as inscribed in pornography), where everything is taken away from the woman, except her image.

The woman resists from the retreat of a feminine space.

Touching on issues from physical violence to psychological terror, and the subjugation of women by the visual, this work examines the fragile relationship between the genders that can explode, like it has in Mexico, into what can only be described as a gender holocaust.

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Some snapshots:




Massive.




Yet it shines.




Sun-warmed stone.



Alley leading to the blood.




Smoothly contoured stone.




He's the one with the key.




Different styles reaching for the same thing.



The last suit you might wear.

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Broken head.




Broken stone.





Dark passage to a fiery sun.




Under the bridge.




Waiting for the sun, or maybe someone.




Abstraction.




More old stones.




Steamy, dusty passage.

The rusted, worn-out future.






The future just past.




Bouncy light.




Candy stripes.




Retrofitting: an old theater turned into a bookstore.




Hiding from the sun.




Thresholds all over us.




Yes, it is.

Excellent, fuldog. But I fear this post may create a new page.

Wind power, bound.





And the one with the armor and the sad looks.







More doors and arches.




Youth, grace, curiosity.




Streets to lose one's bearings.

Oh man! I got so many favorites I'd just be repeating your posts.

Muchas gracias for sharing!!!

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that is just stunning!

The place where the Sandbeasts roam.




...and so little time.




Babies and trains.




Together.




It was early but the crowd was restless.






Later, the neon and the chrome stalked us.

That damned beard caught up with me again:

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Broken head.

I like this one. The broken head and the sky mean something. I don't know what it is, but it definitely means something.

Awesome set of photos, Fuldog. Makes me want to get out there with a camera, right now.

best,
Chris H

some pics i found on my phone the day after my birthday party.



I think this is the pic I sent Blue