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Dad’s woodpile under a fresh coat of snow.
Shh.... #Minneapolis #mpls #vsco #vscocam (at A-Mill Artist Lofts)
Dancing Machine (Daniel Crawford Remix)
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Sheesh I love hip-hop, jazz, soul, DJ culture and the gorgeous ways in which they all speak to one another
How six survivors experienced the atomic bomb and its aftermath.
“Then a tremendous flash of light cut across the sky... It seemed a sheet of sun.” “Such clouds of dust had risen that there was a sort of twilight around.” “Dr. Fujii hardly had time to think that he was dying before he realized that he was alive.” “There, in the tin factory, in the first moment of the atomic age, a human being was crushed by books.” “He wondered how such extensive damage could have been dealt out of a silent sky.” “Before long, patients lay and crouched on the floors of the wards and the laboratories and all the other rooms, and in the corridors, and on the stairs, and in the front hall, and under the porte-cochère, and on the stone front steps, and in the driveway and courtyard, and for blocks each way in the streets outside. Wounded people supported maimed people; disfigured families leaned together.” “...in general, survivors that day assisted only their relatives or immediate neighbors, for they could not comprehend or tolerate a wider circle of misery.” “...he was just part of the general blur of misery through which they moved. His cries for help brought no response from them; there were so many people shouting for help that they could not hear him separately." “And when Father Kleinsorge gave water to some whose faces had been almost blotted out by flash burns, they took their share and then raised themselves a little and bowed to him, in thanks.” “the change was too sudden, from a busy city of two hundred and forty-five thousand that morning to a mere pattern of residue in the afternoon. The asphalt of the streets was still so soft and hot from the fires that walking was uncomfortable. They encountered only one person, a woman, who said to them as they passed, ‘My husband is in those ashes.’” “but, even if they had known the truth, most of them were too busy or too weary or too badly hurt to care that they were the objects of the first great experiment in the use of atomic power, which (as the voices on the short wave shouted) no country except the United States, with its industrial know-how, its willingness to throw two billion gold dollars into an important wartime gamble, could possibly have developed.”
David Remnick on Alec Soth’s photographs, in this week’s issue:
Alec Soth, a photographer who lives in Minneapolis and travels the Midwest and the South with the energy of a latter-day Walker Evans, did not join the artists who came to New Orleans a decade ago to capture what he calls the “eye candy of decay and ruin.” Instead, he waited, preferring to capture the city of water ten years later, a city in a state of both persistent suffering and persistent renewal.
See more photos of the city, ten years after the storm.
Photographs by Alec Soth / Magnum for The New Yorker
Time Slice by Richard Silver
The idea behind the “Time Sliced” Project was to photograph iconic world buildings at sunset and capture the changing light from day to night in a single image. Experimenting with a few different kinds of processes I came up with the “Sliced” idea. I decided to Slice time and light showing the progression of the day from left to right.
Extremely simple and clever.
The Stone Arch Bridge and the surrounding area on a cold December night.
#158 Steven Conway #158 of 200 images that have made the IYL Showcase shortlist. We’ll be posting 2 images/day in the run up to the London Showcase (October 23rd) when the final 20 images will be announced and presented as chosen by the showcase jury.. http://iylshowcase.tumblr.com/showcaseblog
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Little Zelda, Crown Heights, Brooklyn
Me, double-exposed over a rural Minnesotan grain silo. Edited with Faded.
Light Leaks in Minneapolis and Manhattan, NYC. My old Canon seems to be forever broken, which, I guess, is how it goes. Canon AE-1 / Ektar 100
Untitled (From the series American Roulette), 1988 — Shinya Fujiwara
#141 Annie K C Elliott #141 of 200 images that have made the IYL Showcase shortlist. We’ll be posting 2 images/day in the run up to the London Showcase (October 23rd) when the final 20 images will be announced and presented as chosen by the showcase jury.. http://iylshowcase.tumblr.com/showcaseblog
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