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Halloween '09. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
When you look at this picture, you see a little girl with pink makeup smeared all over her face, but to me, I behold a testament to a miracle. I glimpse a fighter who never backs down. I also recognize the clown who is my youngest child. In this photo, she is twenty-eight months old and celebrating her first time trick or treating.
By Mother Combsabout a year ago in Photography
Foggy Meadow: The Leroy Harris Story
Leroy Harris hailed from the quiet confines of West Feliciana Parish, where he spent his formative years in a small town, attending school until the age of 15. Like many young men of the 1950s, he made the bold decision to leave school behind and enlist in the army. From the very first moment he arrived at Fort Sam Houston, Leroy dedicated himself wholeheartedly to his military duties. Standing tall and lean, he sported a perpetual five o'clock shadow that seemed to defy his best efforts to tame it. With a wry smile, he often quipped, “The hardest enemy to capture was my razor,” lamenting, “It was never where I left it last!” His infectious humor endeared him to his fellow soldiers, and whenever the opportunity arose, he would join them for a game of baseball, showcasing a powerful southpaw swing that earned him the reputation of “owning the bat.”
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Photography
Smoke and Mirrors
The gray blanket lying over the coast began to rise, breaking into gigantic, airborne pillows that slowly wisped out of existence. The late morning sun gradually broke through, casting long rays through the darker clouds that snagged on the forested hills on the opposite shore.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Photography
Steel Arches, Soft Hearts
"That's all, right?" my sister asked "yeah, all packed up" A photograph isn’t just a snapshot; it’s a story, a feeling, and sometimes, a new reality. This photo, taken on a pivotal afternoon, became a canvas for the emotions my sister and I carried—a moment that felt like it belonged in a movie, one where we dared to hope for a happy ending.
By piperabout a year ago in Photography
The Preservation of Something Not Yet Gone
The preservation of something not yet gone. There’s some people that always feel like they’re going to live forever. My grandmother is not one of them. Since she was in her late 80s, she has felt the weight of her age in her bones, and although she has remained as sharp as a tack, the frailty of her body has grown more and more obvious. This past year, she turned 100 years old. Even in the celebration of that number, the dread of her death is every present. Not many people live that long. Not many people want to.
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Photography
Upon The White Cliffs Of Dover
When I woke up this morning, I wasn’t planning on writing this. Work is all consuming, and when it’s not my novel is. I need to put some finishing touches on a family trip to France that is suddenly, amazingly right around the corner. And my dog needs a surprise visit to the vet. Plus, it was inauguration day Monday which is all I will say on that topic.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Photography
The Quiet Tribute
The Moment in the Frame The early morning sun stretched its golden fingers through the curtains, pulling me out of sleep and into the quiet world outside my window. I pulled the curtain back and gazed out at the city streets below. The morning fog still lingered over the sidewalks, a thin veil that softened the edges of buildings and cast an ethereal glow over everything. The world was still asleep, save for the occasional car passing by, its headlights like dim eyes peering through the mist.
By Arshad Sajjad Khanabout a year ago in Photography
Past, Present, and Future
In 2012, we came to Hawaii for a family vacation. It was also a get- together with the family in Minnesota. While we lived in Japan, my ex- husband's brothers and parents lived in America, so it was a rare and memorable time in Hawaii.
By Ayumi Hino Geradsabout a year ago in Photography
A Celestial Event
The Great Conjunction is what the media called this extraordinary celestial event. The planets Jupiter and Saturn were aligned in the night sky and took place on December 21, 2020, the Winter Solstice. The last time this celestial event took place was eight hundred years ago.
By Amy Jamesabout a year ago in Photography
The point of roses
Flowers are a waste of time. You can’t eat them… or so my dad vowed and declared most of his life. His bugle shaped Gramma Pumpkins grew crazily on his woodpile. Mum, the Culinary Queen added sultanas and nuts to transform them into tasty, sweet pies for our dessert bowls. For years, flowers were grown by Mum… including vibrant nasturtiums (edible ‘bread and butter’ flowers).
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Photography
The Struggles Of Wigan: A Real Story
The Struggles of Wigan: A Real Story Wigan, a town in Greater Manchester, once thrived as a significant centre for coal mining. The echoes of hard work and dedication lived on in its streets, celebrated by the families of miners who carved their lives in coal and grit. But after years of economic shifts and policy decisions, Wigan faced a harsh reality—a struggle exacerbated by changes in immigration patterns and a government that seemed to favor others over its own.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Photography
Like Lightning
My camera hung heavy around my neck. I followed C around the landscape of her family's farmland nestled in a remote French village, 30 minutes by electric bike from the city of Lille. It was March, tipping into April. The spring air was crisp and what little dusting of snow there had been was already melted. Up until then, C and I spent every weekend at grungy basement parties or black tie events. Sometimes there would be a dinner of her parents to attend to, or a family function, or a family friend's family function. Sometimes there were dancing and etiquette classes on the weekends in order to attend all those black tie events and functions. The social life of the French elite was always moving.
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Photography
