My Philocaly: Photography

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Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Jim Carrey

"It is better to risk starving to death then surrender. If you give up on your dreams, what's left?"

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Link to National Geographic Article

The original picture of this girl was taken the year I was born. Because of my love of National Geographic and because of the popularity of the picture, I have seen it many many times and have speculated, more than once, on the story behind those magnificent eyes. The true story, however, and the more current photograph shake me. I find myself being haunted by those eyes, especially when I see the pictures side by side. The stunning young girl looking fiercely at life and into the future, and then . . . . the future. I don't even know how to put into words all that I can see in those eyes, all that I feel when I try to imagine the lives that people actually live. What will life make of me and of my eyes and what am I to take and do with stories such as this?

Frank Lloyd Wright

“Human beings can be beautiful. If they are not beautiful it is entirely their own fault. It is what they do to themselves that makes them ugly. The longer I live the more beautiful life becomes. If you foolishly ignore beauty, you will soon find yourself with out it. Your life will be impoverished. But if you invest in beauty, it will remain with you all the days of your life.”

http://imgs.abduzeedo.com/files/articles/NatGeo/national_geographic_photography_contest_5.jpg

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Underwater

Between the air and the water a steel wave quivers. What people call the surface is also a ceiling. A looking glass above, watered silk below. Nothing is torn on the way through. Only a few bubbles mark the diver's channel and behind him the frontier soon closes. But once the threshold is crossed you can turn back slowly and look up: that dazzling screen is the border between two worlds, as clear to the one as to the other. Behind the looking glass the sky is made of water.
Philippe Diole. The Undersea Adventure. 1951

Yes, I love it. The sea is everything. It covers seven-tenths of the terrestrial globe.
Its breath is pure and healthy. It is an immense desert where man is never alone for he feels life, quivering around him on every side. There is supreme tranquility. The sea does not belong to despots. On its surface iniquitous rights can still be exercised, men can fight there, devour each other there, and transport all terrestrial horrors there. But at thirty feet below its level their power ceases, their influence dies out, their might disappears.
Ah, sir, live in the bosom of the waters! There alone is independence.
There I recognise no masters! There I am free.
Jules Verne. 2000 Leagues Under The Sea.

"Water - the ocean - is our most natural environment.
We are born naked from the miniature ocean of the mother's womb."
Jacques Mayol, 1927-2001

"Nothing is softer or more flexible than water, yet nothing can resist it." Lao Tzu

Monday, April 2, 2012

Life

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Lets go for a bike ride

http://www.flickr.com/photos/c-reel/sets/72157627699225433/with/6214342671/

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Amazing Timelapse Photography

Landscapes: Volume Two from Dustin Farrell on Vimeo.

Landscapes: Volume One from Dustin Farrell on Vimeo.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

African proverb

“When death finds you, may it find you alive.”

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween

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Haunted Houses

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All houses wherein men have lived and died

Are haunted houses. Through the open doors

The harmless phantoms on their errands glide,

With feet that make no sound upon the floors.

We meet them at the door-way, on the stair,

Along the passages they come and go,

Impalpable impressions on the air,

A sense of something moving to and fro.

There are more guests at table than the hosts

Invited; the illuminated hall

Is thronged with quiet, inoffensive ghosts,

As silent as the pictures on the wall.

The stranger at my fireside cannot see

The forms I see, nor hear the sounds I hear;

He but perceives what is; while unto me

All that has been is visible and clear.

We have no title-deeds to house or lands;

Owners and occupants of earlier dates

From graves forgotten stretch their dusty hands,

And hold in mortmain still their old estates.

The spirit-world around this world of sense

Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere

Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense

A vital breath of more ethereal air.

Our little lives are kept in equipoise

By opposite attractions and desires;

The struggle of the instinct that enjoys,

And the more noble instinct that aspires.

These perturbations, this perpetual jar

Of earthly wants and aspirations high,

Come from the influence of an unseen star

An undiscovered planet in our sky.

And as the moon from some dark gate of cloud

Throws o'er the sea a floating bridge of light,

Across whose trembling planks our fancies crowd

Into the realm of mystery and night,—

So from the world of spirits there descends

A bridge of light, connecting it with this,

O'er whose unsteady floor, that sways and bends,

Wander our thoughts above the dark abyss.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Gray or Grey

Yesterday as I was driving to work, I was thinking about how much I love gray skies. It seems, that the gray brings out the rest of the colors and really makes everything more beautiful. As I thought about that, I realized that my life is full of gray. I love sad music, books, and movies. They make life and its experiences more beautiful, or at least my perception of them. Just a thought.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcdead/3614080324/sizes/o/in/photostream/

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dcdead/4742388815/sizes/l/in/photostream/

www.flickr.com/search/?s=int&w=all&q=storm&m=text#page=6

http://www.flickr.com/photos/13010608@N02/2440884617/sizes/z/in/photostream/

Monday, October 24, 2011

Sunday

This whole weekend was great! I love living near the city and being able to participate in all the amazingness that it has to offer. Friday I finished work early and joined some friends on a visit to "The Hog Wallow" for some pool and live music. Saturday morning I woke early and biked, with a friend, to the farmers market, where our bicycles were valet parked. We bought pao de cajo from a Brazilian woman, fresh fruit from a little girl, and Belgian waffles from, well of course, a Belgian. So good. Then today after church I took my scriptures, a blanket, and a couple other books and enjoyed some afternoon reading in a couple different parks, before heading to hear Elder L. Tom Perry speak at the University of Utah. I didn't think to pull out the camera for most things unfortunately, but here are a couple pics.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Lake Powell

So, I went to Lake Powell for the first time this last week and it was amazing. I was afraid to get my phone wet, so I didn't take it along and, therefore, didn't get any pictures of my own. Thankfully, many other amazing photographers are out there and they have taken some incredible pics. Here are a few that reminded me of my trip.

http://www.flickr.com/search/?s=int&w=all&q=lake+powell&m=text

Saturday, August 20, 2011

Italy

So, I decided that I wanted to take a break from all the medical non-fiction that I have been devouring over the last couple years and return to some simple entertaining fiction. In looking, I quickly settled on one of my cliche favorite authors: John Grisham. It, of course, turned out to be a great choice and The Broker, which is the book I chose, is a great read so far. It is, however, really making me want to go spend some time in Italy. So, instead of being alone in my longing, I decided to showing off some amazing photos I found to make you all feel the same way. Enjoy!

giampaolo macorig

cubagallery

giampaolo macorig

Monday, August 8, 2011

18 days of feet

A while back I listened to an interesting talk on TED.com that talked about 30 day challenges. I really enjoyed it and wanted to try it out. So, I wrote down several things I might like to try for 30 days. One of those was to take a picture ever day; and instead of just taking a picture, I decided I would take a picture of my feet doing something different in a different place each day. Making a kind of cool little journal of significant events. Unfortunately, I didn't finish the full 30 days after getting sidetracked with my MCAT test. None the less, I am very happy with 18 days I did do and am excited to start a new challenge.
(Note: I used my i-phone and the instagram app filters for each one of these pictures)

Day 1: At the gas station filling up, when I decided to really start taking pictures every day.