Welcome to Friday Foto Flogging, a place to share your photos and photography news. We were inspired by the folks at European Tribune who post a regular Friday Photoblog series to try the same on this side of the virtual Atlantic. We also thought foto folks would enjoy seeing some other websites so each week we’ll introduce a different photo website.
This week’s theme: Story Time. What stories do your pictures have to tell?
Website of the Week: The Big Picture. News stories in photographs by Alan Taylor.
AndiF’s Story Time is Time
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Time can be so immense that it’s beyond our comprehension and yet we still struggle to place ourselves in it.
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And time can so fleeting that we think it must have waited for us.
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But time also reminds us that second chances occur again and again and again.
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olivia’s stories
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Maple syrup time of year …
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Some types of cactus grow fur …
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Cobra moths emerge …
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- Next Week’s Theme: Texture. Smooth/rough/soft/hard or the combination of elements: photos that make us feel.
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Previous Friday Foto Flogs
I’d been thinking about this all week and wasn’t sure which direction to take. Not sure how I got here, but it is her story. She made her presence known at about 2 A.M. but wouldn’t come in ’till late that afternoon, she’s been here ever since.
It’s been a long year and we’re tired!
These are wonderful pictures Bob and a great story. This is my favorite set of pictures you’ve posted in the FFF.
Thanks Andi, it’s a lot more personal than what I usually post.
Bob X,
This may be the best set anybody has posted at the FFFF.
The little one seems right at home & knows it`s been graced with a good fate.
Being able to do jigsaw puzzles is an added bonus.
A beautiful tale, of a beautiful family.
And they all slept happily after.
Thanks Head, funny about the puzzle, she kept stealing the pieces but only out of the box, we never did find all of them.
This is wonderful, BobX. Thank you.
love these pics BobX.
Hi Bob — those are wonderful. Just wonderful! Agree w/ Head and Andi – best series so far.
Every successful adoption is a brilliant story, Bob.
Thanks for sharing this one! She’s great.
Awwwwwwwwww!
BobX – wonderful story! I can just imagine the scene and the process for this, “She made her presence known at about 2 A.M. but wouldn’t come in ’till late that afternoon…”
My favorite is the fourth one down, seeing her sleeping in your wife’s arms… a pictorial of trust. I love her adult ears and seeing how she grew into them.
I also really appreciate this: “I’d been thinking about this all week and wasn’t sure which direction to take.” Thanks for your photos.
I’d like to thank everyone for the fantastic comments.
Tampopo, on the sleeping shot, I’ve never seen a human-animal interaction quite like this as they seemed to take to one another and trust instantly. As soon as we finally got her inside it’s as if she said “Your my new mommy”.
Woodland Mystery
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Could be…
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Setting out the moon
Tampopo,
Well now we all know you`re a mystery writer with those images.
I had to wink at the grim humor in your set.
Great stories.
Great job, tampopo. I think that first pic might be an entire novel. Witty and very grin-inducing use of those gravestones.
Thanks AndiF. Coming upon the deer, my first reactions were more OMG! and “Eeeeeew!” Once I got past that I began to wonder what happened. And since I had a camera with me…
The gravestones are not easily put into words to share the humor. Glad to have others grin with me.
That’s great.
I love cemetery pictures especially when there is a bit of humor.
Thanks. I enjoy reading names as I walk through cemeteries. The other day I noticed a “Chester” – I don’t remember ever meeting a “Chester.” Gunsmoke came to mind 😉
lol tampopo — those are great. You have a great eye for finding interesting things to photograph!
Thanks olivia – I am learning a lot from you and AndiF and all those who post regularly – truly changing how I see the world. I really like having a place to share what I see, many thanks.
So much ‘this sums it up’, I know I’m better for it.
Very well done, tampopo! Excellent.
& here I avoided posting a graveyard shot today ’cause I thought it might be too .. grim.
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Thanks ww. You were the reason I took these photos as I wanted to share some photos of my part of the world since you were interested. At lunchtime on a cool, sunny day I went to the cemetery to get photos of the Blue Ridge Mountains. So another thank you for my very enjoyable outing.
Two for you:
Wow. Thank you for thinking of me & posting these images! It seems very, very pretty there — just the way that place in the mountains, between where I now live & where I lived before, should look. Sort of a combination of the two places, with something more. Something calmer & softer.
I thank you again! Please post more whenever the spirits move you.
Nice shots, my sister lives in the Blue Ridge near Ferrum just off the BR parkway. One of my favorite places.
What a fun set of photos!
Thanks ID!
The picture will keep me busy thinking up stories to go with it.
Oh my goodness, great photo LEP! Andi’s right: fascinating trying to figure out what’s going on. 🙂
I was meeting someone at the Paris Opera just before last Christmas. Magically this Santa Claus band appeared and started playing. Luckily, I had my tiny Canon Elph in my bag, as I always do, and was able to capture the moment, albeit not very professionally. The band stopped playing and left just as quickly as it arrived.
This is a photo (which I cropped) of a reflection on a shop window in Fontainebleau.
My grandmother’s apartment had big black and white squares in the foyer and while we were waiting to be buzzed in, I would imagine giant chess pieces moving across the floor.
Andi, your story is a poem. Or Twitter lit. Or something. But it’s wonderful.
Thank you, Mary. I think my head is swelling. 🙂
Every picture tells a story ..
The black cat photo is great.
Glad you like it, maryb! She was only about 4 months old at the time; she was up there constantly. The birds were a real tease.
You are a first-rate storyteller. And I’d like to hear the story the kitty in second shot wants to tell.
So would I, Andi. This is Miss Kate, who disappeared when we were forced to camp out in ’06. She’s in the second photo, too. I miss her.
Is your woodland shot up top recent? It’s absolutely magical. I love this palete. (pallette? pallet?)
It’s from February. It was very magical. I literally had time for one shot of the fog and then it was gone.
I enjoy shooting fog (can you tell?) for that reason. Rainbows are similar — a reminder for someone with Buddhist leanings of our own transitory nature.
Fog is fun to shoot. I usually get my best fog shots down at the camp lake — especially nice on a frosty morning. Sometimes the fog in the woods has a blue tinge but the almost solid white of this fog was a unique experience for me.
I tend not to notice the difference in shades (believe it or not). I’ll take more careful notice from now on.
I’d guess there’s a crystal-clear natural reason for it.
I think that’s one of the nicest things about taking photographs — it makes me pay attention to things I’d barely thought about before.
Here’s some blue fog.
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Oh! Thank you for posting that pic. So pretty. So evocative. Your woods must be a truly great place to be. Love those little beeches & the pup as focal point, so comfortable. Who is that?
That’s Hopeful, the Memorial Member of the Pack. He died last year. Bebo is working very hard to meet his high standard of packitude, though not slackitude. Bebo in her first year of life has already used more energy that Hopeful did in his entire 13 years. If there’s a heaven, Hopeful will be the slacker angel who takes five minutes to get down from his cloud.
That shot is a lovely memorial indeed.
I’m sure there are lots of others, too.
The fog of time, a fleeting moment, yet a culmination of it in the first stone age shot. Wonderful shots. The green barked tree fog is exceptional.
Hi ww … I love(!) the kitties (esp the one w/ the door) and the ladybug shot is wonderful … 😀
Thank you, Miss O!
The kitties (mother &daughter in these shots) always gave me much to see & contemplate at my former digs.
Your moth sequence is quite lovely.
ww – wonderful stories!
There is something so poignant about the cat at the door – it tugs at me.
The cat in the tree has such “cattitude” – can’t help but smile.
The blue of the truck and the orange of the lights are so vivid in the winter colors. My title was, “Waiting Till Spring” or “To Shovel or Not to Shovel.”
O, it was definitely ‘Not to Shovel’. Not my truck.
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Young girl with flowers
Prison Art in Pencil
DREAM
What Happens In Vegas
Lazy Troll
Little Blue Pill
Basic Needs
Highlighted
CD Covers
Spermicide
Website
Tales From The Clan
Maternal Wish
Crossroads
Young girl with flowers is moving and beautiful and enthralling. Every time I try to look at one of your other pictures, I’m pulled back to it.
Strange that you say that.
I have a whole set of shots from that school function, but gravitate to that one over & over, trying to decipher the thoughts of the subject.
My granddaughters are terrific educators.
You been holdin’ out, great group shots.
We`re all family here.
KH – I really like the “Young Girl with Flowers.” The hand on the hip creates a variety of questions and different ways of interpreting the photo, making a whole slew of stories from one captured moment.
Tampopo,
You on the other hand have conquered the magnetism of the shot, yet the answer is as elusive as ever.
Her & her sister are always a noisy welcome when they come over to grampa`s house.
Knuckles, Panheads, & Flatheads too
Mystyxx River
I-Rock
`Head’ Trip
I’m having a hell of a time with these downloads. Damn this dial-up.
However, I can see a few images whole. The young girl with flowers & the cabin family are beautiful shots, full of tender intelligence.
I understand that black & white photography isn’t quite ‘the thing’ right now, but I’d like to do my part to revive interest in it. I’ve always appreciated its relative subtlety.
Wilderness wench,
The cabin, in black & white, is a few weeks away from civilization deep in the wilderness of Canada, accessible by hiking in. The photo was taken when my brother in law, the one with the wide hat, came upon the others during a 6/8 week trek into the wilderness.
They have a nice string of fresh fish for dinner.
Sounds great! I bless their wild woods feast belatedly.
I can see more of your images now. Mystyxx River is lovely. Evocative of things we used to know.
Olivia,
That`s the nicest beaded curtain I`ve ever seen, & believe me, I`ve seen hippy curtains. Stringing moths seems time consuming.
Great shot.
A little village in Germany in a lush valley near the Rhine…
The burned out hulk of an old castle looms on the hill above, so we climb.
From above, we imagined a mob of peasants ascending with torches and pitchforks to rid the village of the mad doctor and his unholy creation.
But the monster lives on in memory even today in the village of his creator’s family name.
I really like the angle of the second and fifth shots — good thing you don’t have vertigo.
It was quite a climb! I’ll bet it was pretty simple to defend, too, as long as one had plenty of stuff to heave/pour down upon attackers. Also interesting were the tombstones in a nearby cemetery in the valley below, with the names of various Barons Von Frankenstein, dated in the 1400s. I haven’t turned up any slides of those yet.
I love the “heaving stuff” part.
Great story line in images.
Who has not heard of torches & pitchforks.
And here you are with shots of the origins of the term.
As somebody once said, “What a long, strange trip its been.” I’ve got a feeling we can both relate to that line;-)
What a marvelous Frankenstein story!
My favorite photo is the arched window – the brick work with plants took my eye right to the serpentine road.
Da`ad aka Dudu age one year, Baghdad, 1965
Became a successful dentist in Baghdad, left to New Zealand in the ’90’s to escape conscription into the Iraqi military. Now living in Auckland with her husband and two children, and as beautiful a woman as she was a child.
Rayya aka Lulu just home from the hospital, Baghdad, 1965
Lulu Age 17 At Her High School Graduation
Lulu, USA, Successful Physician, Graduate of Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, Wife, and Mother of Two
Thanks for these happy stories. Lulu aged into her face wonderfully — all the life written there looks so well lived.
Karim
‘Think no Evil’
‘See no Evil’
‘Speak no Evil’
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many stories told
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many stories rowed
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many seeds sowed
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The last one would look very nice in a frame, IMHO. I thought it was a painting at first.
Very nice presentation with the sparkling background suggested.
It not only is very painting like, but it also could be a great wallpaper.
I mean wall paper a formal dining room with that pattern or a whole wall with that enlarged, as a mural.
It`s subtle enough in it`s beauty to not overwhelm.
Sometimes I miss the snow. (sometimes)
Better late than never! Thanks for these.