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It is not altogether wrong to say that there is no such thing as a bad photograph—only less interesting, less relevant,  less mysterious ones.
-Susan Sontag from "The Heroism of Vision"-

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Life has been a rollercoaster ride lately.  I just moved into a new apartment in a new city and have a new job.  I moved into this gigantic apartment complex, and the only scenery above the buildings is a Merril Lynch bank building.  So I decided to go outside this morning and just snap random photos of people in the parking lot.  I think most people were still asleep, because these are the only two people I seen.

The Smoker - B&W Shot Unedited

 Looking Away - Original B&W Edited in Photoshop

-Wes

When it comes to capturing emotions, does anything really top pictures of kids?  They just ooze emotion as they live each day, learning new things!  I don't have any kids myself, but my siblings do.  I'm the uncle that kids love and their parents hate: get them riled up, feed them lots of sugar, and give them back to the parents at the end of the day.  My brother and sister have both moved away from Michigan, so I don't get to see the kids very often.  Pretty much any picture of them is emotional for me.

I'm ready for my close-up
sisterly love
cake is good
It's Showtime!
Get me offa here!
Superstar
Hide and Seek
Backstreet Boy in training

Just for good measure, here's an emotional shot of me from my youth.
Desire
(I was a star!  That picture was in the paper, and on the church calender)

Finally, this picture is very emotional for me.  I managed to capture an image of the rare Jackson's Peacock!

Jacksons Peacock

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Flapjack has always been one to strike a Pose 1 or  Pose 2, but, some times she just comes up with a little of what Cindy calls  Cattitude.

Sometimes I like to dream. This regular, real world is fine, but what of other worlds, other realities, other potentialities?

I dream I am a mastadon, thundering through the city, crushing cars, flinging those annoying political signs with my long tusks. I am king.

I dream I am ancient, solid. I have been here for thousands of years, watching the short-lived people come and go like a "flower quickly fading, a wave tossed in the ocean, a vapor in the wind." Thousands, perhaps millions have passed me by - some look, some notice, some ignore, some avoid. But I am still here, and will remain.

I dream I can fly. I make a great big paper airplane, don my cape, and make sure I remember my sunglasses; where I'm going, I will need my sunglasses. I stand on the top of the tallest building I can find, launch my plane and jump aboard.

I dream of flying to the sun. I will not be like Icarus; my plane is magic, protecting me, carrying me, lifting me - body and spirit.

Anyone watching the sunset over the Snake River may see me as I fly far above. They will envy me for I am free, more free than before.

I will fly so high, I will hold the sun in the palm of my hand.

It is coming up on mother's day and today is the anniversary of my mom's death. I was wondering how I could honor her. I thought that I could honor her with something I enjoy, my photography. The following pics were taken along the road on a trip I took when I was helping mom come home during a long illness.  These are for you mom.a whopper bar Barn 1 barn 2 rout 66  wagon you are here our transportation the camper

The Viet Nam Wall came to San Diego this morning...  It was as it always will be..  a very emotional experience for me and all that served in that Hell Hole...  

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nothing more emotional than drama of my school!!!! or any school for that matter.  well if you dont feel like your in prison in this picture, then you just better go to school agian!!! just 20 more days until im out!!!!

My German Shepherd, Patton, seeks up to his friend. Patton loved other dogs. He also loved diving for rocks and swimming.  He developed hip dysplasia, but it didn't stop him from going on hikes. He crossed over the bridge a year ago.

Meet Gary. Gary is a staunch Democrat in a town in a county in a region that is overwhelmingly Republican. He and his wife have decided to use their house and garage to let people know their feelings about the current administration.

I've tried writing this post several times tonight and am having a lot of trouble with the words.  So many of you have posted heart touching photos and stories lately.  Mine seems so silly in comparison.  This is a month of strong emotion for me.  I want to show you, but I don't think the photos will do the emotions justice either.

The peonies are exploding.  They are huge this year and rich in color.  It makes me giddy just to sit in the yard and watch.

On the other side of the fence is this dark purple beauty.  The bulbs were left on my doorstep by a friend.  It took three years for them to finally bloom.  Each year I hold my breath waiting for them.  Today, the first bud of the year opened.  It always waits until the neighbor's common Irises are almost spent. Can you blame it?

God has surrounded me with the glorious beauty of His creation.  I can't help but get emotional.

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I really just wanted to share this one, but I threw this one in just because.

I've been out of the loop the past week. Working way too hard on a side web development project. So haven't really been able to shoot. so here's a favorite of mine. This was taken on Feb. 15, my son's first birthday.
Gabriel

The next 2 are from our family celebration on the Feb. 18th
Gabriel 2
The Aftermath

The good thing is ...I am using the money from this project to get my first DSLR...I'm looking at the Canon 30d....so any suggestions regarding lenses?

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as i sat on the rock that sad sad day,i heard you say all though nice things to her that you did to me,so as i ran home that day i ran to my room crying and crying some more.my dad comes home late at night and than he saw me wrappd up tight,the rope was hooked on a hook on the ceiling,wraped around my neck,he said"wat the heck?"And in the pocket in my pants he took out a peice of paper, while i was still hung,and it said"I will die for him anyday,but now he dont feel the same,if you luved someone like i did luv him,you`ll do anything for him,so as i die,in my coffin i`ll lie,feeling the same every day,Even though he dont feel the same,our luv will allways be alive,it`ll never die."

All boy Funny Girl
Sunny Girl

Don Lowes emotional post about his Dad brought up memories of my 38 year old son,Britt, who died 2 yrs ago in a paragliding accident in Tahoe city, Ca. He had a grand flight up to 15,000 ft.for 2 hrs. Wind shear collapsed the craft a few hundred feet up and he fell from the sky.
  Britt lived a wonderful life and pushed  the envelop often. He ski patrolled at Alpine Meadows, rescued many and skied 200 days a season.
  My son was a very fine carpenter in the off ski season.His loves were flyfishing, rafting, music and guitar. He loved to play and dance at canyon concerts with all his ladies all at once. Sorry, I am drifting down Britt lane. Well, here some old but fun photos when he was just a little guy ans so full of life.Britt Flying britt kick right at me Pigskin kid1970 Photos are ancient now but still wonderfullove of adventure. But on a lighternote, my grandson,Benjamin is 3 and having fun in his new rainsuit that his Aunty Turkey bought for him.bdl.raingear1 Benjamin happy BenjaminMorMor popup

Well, it's an emotion - but I'm not sure which one...

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