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Shutterbug’s 10 Favorite Cameras and Lenses of 2016 The Editors, shutterbug.com
Now that 2016 is done and dusted, we’ve had a chance to look back at all the cameras and lenses we reviewed this past year and have chosen ten of our absolute favorites. No, the following is not …
Japanese company replaces office workers with artificial intelligence Justin McCurry in Tokyo, theguardian.com
Insurance firm Fukoku Mutual Life Insurance is making 34 employees redundant and replacing them with IBM’s Watson Explorer AI
A future in which human workers are replaced by machines is about to become a reality at an insurance firm in Japan, wh…
This shit is crazy... Soon more than half of the whole world will be using AI leaving millions of people jobless. What the fuck is this world really coming to?
The National Geographic Photographer Of The Year Finalists Are Here, And They Are Good Joecalone, 3tags.org
2016 National Geographic Nature Photographer of the Year contest has come to an end, but before the judges pick the winners, let's take a look at the best entries ourselves. This year, photographers …
Beautiful images. One day I'll be apart of this selection!!!
Impermanent Sculptures
Vitor Schietti’s paints with light in the Brazilian central plateau seeking to bring his thoughts from unconscious realms into existence. Capturing vibrant images of fireworks creating intriguing light sculptures integrated with the majestic landscape.
From the artist:
I deliver myself to the present moment when drawing these light sculptures, which only ever existed for the digital eye of the camera, never really being perceived as a whole by a human witness.
The series is the result of several years of research on long exposure photography. Only one or two pictures per day were allowed, since the time window for which this balance is possible is very narrow (20 to 40 minutes). The Brazilian central plateau, in a kind of savana called “Cerrado” was the scenery for most of these experimentations. The margins of the lake Paranoa, the streets and the National Museum of Brasilia were also locations for some of the light paintings.
By creating these images, which I refer to as Impermanent Sculptures, I draw the viewers attention to abstract concepts taking place in real environments. Concepts to be interpreted and explored freely by whomever this work reaches.
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Big up to this artist
The Mirror Suitcase Man
In The Mirror Suitcase Man, photographer Rui Calcada Bastos creates surrealist visions with a single, elusive prop: a suitcase made of paneled mirrors. As in the canvas paintings of Rene Magritte, this mysterious object projects a sort of photograph within a photograph, a rectangular shot of windows and balconies layered over an image of a man holding a suitcase. As represented by this reflected apartment front, the notion of home is revealed to be illusory, juxtaposed sharply with the concrete reality of traveling, or of leaving home for somewhere else. This magical suitcase, unlike others of its kind, does not contain earthly possessions but transitory moments, two dimensional black and white scenes that are visible for just a moment.
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Inspiration. This is beautiful
The music pretty much speaks for me, i’m pretty open with my music i’ve always been so your gonna know more about me through that then me sitting down and talking
Rest in peace Prince Rogers Nelson (1958-2016)
R.I.P to one of the greats. No one did it like you, and no one will. Ever! 💜
this is so pure
Pure as coke
“Lemonade” poetry bits
Intuition
I tried to make a home outta you. But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing. Unknown women wander the hallways at night. Where do you go when you go quiet? You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once. In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me. What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here. What luck. What a fucking curse.
Denial
I tried to change. Closed my mouth more. Tried to be soft, prettier. Less…awake.
Fasted for 60 days. Wore white. Abstained from mirrors. Abstained from sex. Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles. I slept on a mat on the floor. I swallowed a sword. I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river. Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet. I threw myself into a volcano. I drank the blood and drank the wine. I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God. I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil. I grew thickened skin on my feet. I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book. But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know. Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?
Anger
If this what you truly want. I can wear her skin…over mine. Her hair, over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees… …growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.
Apathy
So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness. Her God was listening. Her heaven would be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.
Emptiness
She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc. Grief, sedated by orgasm. Orgasm heightened by grief. God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.” Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship. Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Loss. Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every fear… Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.
Accountability
You find the black tube inside her beauty case. Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters. You desperately want to look like her. You look nothing like your mother. You look everything like your mother. Film star, beauty. How to wear your mother’s lipstick. You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick. Somewhere no one can find you. You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face. Your mother is a woman. And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth. Teach me how to make him beg. Let me make up for the years he made you wait. Did he bend your reflection? Did he make you forget your own name? Did he convince you he was a God? Did you get on your knees daily? Do his eyes close like doors? Are you a slave to the back of his head? Am I talking about your husband or your father?
Reformation
He bathes me… …until I forget their names…and faces. I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home. Why do you deny yourself heaven? Why do you consider yourself undeserving? Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you. But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.
Forgiveness
Baptize me… …now that reconciliation is possible. If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious. One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful? Are the hips that cracked… …the deep velvet of your mother… …and her mother… …and her mother? There is a curse that will be broken.
Resurrection
You are terrifying… …and strange… …and beautiful.
Hope
The nail technician pushes my cuticles back… …turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says: “I see your daughters, and their daughters.” That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach. The scar heals into a smile. The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails. We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath. I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat. A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.
Redemption
Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons… …the zest of half lemon. Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times. Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist. You spun gold out of this hard life. Conjured beauty from the things left behind. Found healing where it did not live. Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen. Broke the curse with your own two hands. You passed these instructions down to your daughter. Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened. True love brought salvation back into me. With every tear came redemption. And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again. You’ve brought the orchestra. Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician. Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half. Make the woman in doubt disappear. Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot. The audience applauds… …but we can’t hear them.
Warsan Shire
Can we have a remake of these p-please? 😌
This is all I want, a little ocean front beach house, with a hammock where I can cuddle with my husband and take naps with my children. Where I would never miss a sunset because even if I’m busy I could just lift my head up and watch in wonder. I don’t need a mansion, shoot I don’t need a lot of land, I’ll share the nature! Shoot if a tourist wants to enjoy the sand in front of my house while wearing sandals and socks, I’ll let him, they’ll just have to put up with me asking their whole life stories and not taking no for an answer when I invite them to have lunch with us. I just want to be able to have a cup of coffee on my porch and listen to the waves roll in and instead of procrastinating by watching tv I want to take a long walk on the beach. I don’t need a million dollars, I would rather be paid in laughter, ocean swims, cool summer breezes, late night strolls, sandy feet, dolphin sightings, and sun rays. And world, I’m sorry, but this is not too much to ask~
I want to stop by and tell you my whole life story and have lunch with you, and never miss the sunset either. I want to be paid in laughter and smiles, and go for long evening walks with my wife and kids. Go snorkeling on a Sunday morning and barbecue in the nights.... I really don't think it's to much to ask for at all
Don’t ever change just to impress or please someone. Change because it makes you a better person and it leads you to a better future.
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Famous Disney Characters As Ethnically Correct Humans by Pugletto.
I love this
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Not all days will be a good day. Some days will be just, Ugh Meh Blah...... Some days will suck.
This is beyond cute