Hidden inside my heart for
Many years-They burn.
Apr 15 2016
When I was young
I wished for a princess one day-
Out of nowhere it came, a strong,
When I was married
I wished to make my queen very happy-
Out of nowhere a love storm came
Turning sour my honey.
Now newly single
I wished for a princes or a queen one day-
Out of nowhere it will come for sure
And I am ready again to play.
Young and crazy,
Married and thoughtful,
Newly single and hopeful,
Three wishes, believe me each of them worthy.
Poem by Lucio Muñoz
Vancouver, BC, Canada
Nov 18 2010
Featured Artist: Mandy Tabatt
“Was für ein Unterschied!” – dachte ich vorhin, als ich das Oktober- mit dem Novemberbild verglich. Wo im Oktober noch alles grün und lebendig aussah, ist nun alles kahl. Das Laub lümmelt sich längst faul auf dem Boden, die Hagebutten hängen rot und leise an den Büschen und das Wasser der Zorge fließt wie eh und je das Wehr hinab.
Es ist kalt. Ich trage meinen albernen Schal dreimal um den Hals geschlungen, das Gesicht zur Hälfte verhüllt, den Mund voller Wollflusen. Hauptsache, der Wind zwickt nicht so in Ohren und Nase.
Mein lieber Mann hatte mich heute vormittag gefragt, ob wir “ans Wehr” wollen. Hach… schön ist das, wenigstens einer… die Rüben verdrehen nur immer die Augen, wenn sie mit Mama in den Park müssen. Die Armen… Haha…aber nächstes Jahr! Nächstes Jahr geht es wieder ans Wehr. Ich habe nämlich beschlossen, daß es auch im “Projekt Zwölf 2011″ mein Motiv sein soll. Allerdings – wahrscheinlich – von der anderen Seite aus fotografiert. Wegen der… Abwechslung.
Aber – wahrscheinlich – wird es nächstes Jahr noch ein zweites Motiv geben. Ich habe mich nämlich auf einem unserer letzten Ausflüge in die Erdfallseen bei Liebenrode verliebt. Wenn man das so sagen kann. Allerdings hätte ich bis Januar gerne – seufz – mein Lieblingssuperweitwinkelobjektiv. Nun ja.
So sieht es übrigens aus, wenn ich meine Kamera mittels Gorillapod auf das Geländer am Wehr im Stadtpark gepflanzt habe:
Das Bild nahm ich mit meiner Handy-Kamera auf und bearbeitete es anschließend in Picnik. Übrigens kam heute zum ersten Mal mein ELV-Funk-Fernauslöser zusammen mit dem Handsender zum Einsatz, das bot sich an, da ich wieder eine Belichtungsreihe aufnahm und das Gorillapod immer leicht schwingt, sobald man es berührt. Sonst habe ich für diese Zwecke die Selbstauslösefunktion genutzt, da so erst ausgelöst wird, wenn die Kamera nicht mehr wackelt. Mit Fernauslöser ist das natürlich komfortabler…
Und so schaut das fertige November-Bild aus:
Nun fehlt nur noch ein einziges Bild. Vielleicht liegt ja in einem Monat schon Schnee?
“What a difference!” – I’m just now when I compared the October and November image. Where in October yet everything looked green and alive, all is bare. The foliage is long since sprawled lazily on the ground, the red rose hips and gently hang on the bushes and the water flows the Zorge as ever down the weir.
It is cold. I am wearing a silly scarf wrapped around his neck three times, her face covered in half, his mouth full Wollflusen. The main thing, the wind was not as tweaks in ears and nose.
My dear husband had me this morning asking if we “to the military” want. Hach … beautiful is that, at least one twist … the beets are just close their eyes when they have with mom in the park. The poor … haha … but next year! Next year it’s back to the military. For I have decided that it should be in the “Project Twelve 2011” my design. However – photographed from the other side – probably. … Because of the variety.
But – probably – there will be a second location next year. I love that is on one of our last trips to the Erdfallseen at Liebenrode. If one can say that. However, I would like to January – sigh – my favorite super wide angle lens. Well, yes.
So it looks the way when I planted my Gorillapod camera means on the railing at the weir in the city park:
The picture I took with my cell phone camera and then edited it in Picnik. By the way, came today for the first time my ELV Wireless Remote Control with the remote control is used, which made sense since I resumed an exposure series and the Gorillapod swings always easy when you touch it. Other than that I used for these purposes, the self-timer function, as is so triggered only when the camera is shaking. With remote release that is of course more comfortable …
And this looks the finished November-image:
Now only a single image. Perhaps we’ve already snow in a month?
All images are from the military it in my gallery to see …
Nov 15 2010
Featured Artist: Matthew Lillard at the Vancouver Film School (VFS)
Matthew Lillard has quickly become an active, central figure on the Acting for Film & Television department’s Advisory Board. As one of the top working actors in Hollywood, he offers VFS Acting students and graduates the benefit of his years of experience and brings to the program an invigorating passion for the craft that inspires students to push themselves harder to achieve their goals.
In special 3-day VFS Acting alumni workshops, Lillard works intensely with Acting grads on a number of selected scenes, pushing them to dig deeper and remain focused on their acting careers. He also mentors current Acting students, having recently directed a short film produced by VFS entitled Come Home Soon.
View behind-the-scenes photos of ‘Come Home Soon’ and learn more about Matthew Lillard’s VFS connection at http://vfs.com/matthewlillard.
Sep 19 2010
Featured Artist: Paul DesCombaz
“The nurse left work at five o’ clock.” Gary lifted his head from the newspaper. His heavy-lidded eyes always gave the impression that he was half asleep. I took it on faith that he struggled with back acne, the way he was always scratching at his neck.
Gary turned in his chair so he was facing me. He said, “That means she only had about two hours left to live.”
Unlucky stories were a common part of our morning ritual.
“Mm hmm.” I swept a pile of crumbs, mostly salt, from the counter onto my palm.
“I wonder what she would have said if she knew some crazy person was going to kill her, you know, before she even got home.”
I dropped the crumbs in the trash, wiped my hands on my pants and noticed a sticky patch on my right pocket.
“Dunno. Something like, ‘Thanks for the hot tip, I guess I won’t stress out over this crossword,'” I said.
Gary went back to his paper. His forehead looked like a collapsed accordion.
“You’re making fun of me. I know that much.”
Nodding, I picked at the fresh stain. The sun was almost up. I glanced at the clock. 5:43.
“About 15 minutes — I still need you to get the coffee going and take this garbage out.”
Gary pushed the paper across the table, and came behind the counter, reaching past me to get to the drawer with the filters. I took the folded phone bill from my pocket, flattened it against the counter and added it to the stack of outgoing mail by the register. Behind me Gary started the process of making our standard three pots of regular and single pot of decaf.
“I wonder if she had a dog,” he said. Gary was the type that was over-generous with the grounds, always scooping with a measuring cup, never a regular spoon. “And it was used to her getting home at the same time every night. So it could hold its pee until then, but probably not much longer.”
This job was a series of small conversations occasionally broken up by customers. It took effort keeping up. My thoughts have their own inertia.
A week earlier I came home after a shift to find a note from my wife on the oven. She was staying with her friend Lynne for a while to try and figure out the best way to fix our relationship. The fact that she chose the word “relationship” instead of “marriage” led me to believe she had already reached a decision about how to fix it. Waiting by the window for her car to pull up would not be a good use of my time.
The letter was written on the back of the phone bill, below the perforated section you send back with the check. She didn’t bother signing it.
Guarding personal business is a tendency that runs in my family, so the image of a room full of clock-watchers making unfair comments about me while passing the bill back and forth over their cubicles was enough for me to spend a few minutes blotting out each letter with a paint marker.
Gary was still busy with the coffee. I grabbed the mail and my keys and walked to the front door. Not looking back, I said, “Maybe she had a cat.”
Jun 21 2014
Featured Artist: Niki McNamara
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