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07/01/2006 11:09:12 PM · #26 |
Simple photo. I like the DOF on it and the color. I think I like it mostly because it's one of my marcos that actually came out ok LOL...
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07/01/2006 11:12:39 PM · #27 |
Originally posted by Ristyz:
The cat that called me. 8 years ago I went to the vet's office to get a cat (my hometown vet often has some extras lying around) He had three up for adoption, 2 older cats and this one. This cat showed outside the door of the clinic the night before and meowed and hollered until let into the clinic 45 minutes later. He would just not be ignored. He was stinky, covered in mud and full of earmites. He was a mess. I really wanted a young cat so I decided to take on Mr. Stinky. The vet kept him another two weeks while I was gone & they cleaned out the ears, gave him all his shots and 2 weeks later I took the still stinky cat home and named him Oliver (as in Oliver Twist)
Fast forward 18 months later in a different city. He had been missing for 36 hours. I looked everywhere and so did my housemate. Late at night I went outside to cry where no one would see/hear/bother me. I heard a meow. Fat chance.... there are many cats in the neighborhood. I went searching, it was pitch dark, I think I found him!!!! My housemate had to help, he couldn't move & I couldn't reach him over the short wall. Together we got him, he was paralized. Off to the vet.. Not good news, he had a broken back & pelvis. After 2 days of fluids it seemed he had a little bladder control and could move his back toes so we decided to give him a chance. He came home and lived in a human baby crib for 2 months. He healed! You would never know but for a slight limp and an odd bump in front of his tail.
Over 8 years he went everywhere with me. Loved the car. Loved going to my parents hour 3 hours away. Loved to walk in their garden and wildlands. Would follow me wherever I went for acres. He was my buddy and soft shoulder through some hard times (including his) This cat & I were so bonded and even more after his wreck with the dog that almost killed him.
Fast forward 6 more years, living back in my hometown. Ollie threw up, as cats do from time to time, and went into a seizure. Panic, trip to the vet. Utlrasound, meds for an enlarged heart. A rare cardiomyopathy. The meds did him well for about 3 months and then he started getting tired again. He threw up & passed out 2x in one day. I knew he was done. He knew he was done. He was sliding and about to be miserable for the rest of his life. I couldn't bear the thought of him dying while vomiting so I made a decision. He loved to go outside but couldn't where I live so I took him to my parents house and let him loose in the garden one last time. He gave me the above image (and many more) on that last day. In the pictures there is no sign of how sick he was but I knew. Later that afternoon I took him to the vet and said goodbye, then took him home and buried him in his favorite garden.
Funny thing is, that cat NEVER meowed except the 2 times he needed to so I could find him. |
That is so amazing....and they say animals are not individuals...bah!! |
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07/01/2006 11:13:22 PM · #28 |
Originally posted by captbender:
Simple photo. I like the DOF on it and the color. I think I like it mostly because it's one of my marcos that actually came out ok LOL...
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Simple and to the point. Refreshing to say the least. |
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07/02/2006 12:20:31 AM · #29 |
This has recently become my favorite pciture. This is my dad. This is how I picture my dad when I think of his face. I see my dad maybe twice a year as he lives out of state and never travels. His older brother, Jim, died last year. Jim is the first of his siblings to pass. He told me after the funeral that you expect your parents to go, but when its a sibling it hits alot closer to home. I knew he was feeling a bit mortal that day. My dad has smoked 1-3 packs of Camel unfiltered cigarettes a day for basically all of his life and has no serious intentions of stopping. I have asked and begged, but it has no effect.
Aidan is his first grandson. They see each other as many times a year as I see my dad. The two of them get along great. My dad owns a bowling alley so he gets to bowl and play arcade games with Aidan. We began a tradition last year of camping at a park that my dad used to take me and my sister as kids. Dad came last year for one night and plans on coming for two nights this year. The two of them had a blast together and they are both looking forward to it again this year - but not as much as me. I love watching the two of them interact. Which leads me to my second favorite picture.
My dad told me last year while driving back from picking up wood at the campground that he was so proud of me and that I had become the man he had always wanted to be. It caught me off guard and I still become quite emotional when I think of his words. What I hope and pray for is that these pictures will not be the only way my son remembers his grandfather. That he also will one day hear those words said to me from his grandfather. |
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07/02/2006 01:12:20 AM · #30 |
Your story about your son is very touching. I have a severe phobia of sudden or loud noises, so I can understand to an extent what he must have gone through. Many people don't realize how terrifying something as simple as a sound can be to some ears. I am glad that he is getting treatment.
This photo is one that I am very proud of.
These are the notes I wrote about it when I submitted it.
This photo isn't great, I know. But I worked hard getting this, working with the lighting, etc, so I've decided to submit it.
Today is exactly one year since my father passed away, and I've realized how much I've grown in that year.
This is the first photograph I've ever allowed other people to see that shows how imperfect I am. It's not a flattering position, you can see the stress breakout I have going on in my forhead, the freckle on my nose, my bloodshot eyes, stray hairs, and my jutty teeth, that I am too self conscious to show anyone. For me, this photo is more than just blown highlights and uneven eye lighting. It's about exposing the real me.
I hope you don't turn away in disgust, ha ha...
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07/02/2006 01:24:54 AM · #31 |
Originally posted by timfythetoo:
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That is a great story. One that I think most people can relate to. I ope your Dad stops his smoking soon. |
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07/02/2006 01:34:50 AM · #32 |
Originally posted by moniepenny:
This photo is one that I am very proud of.
This is the first photograph I've ever allowed other people to see that shows how imperfect I am. It's not a flattering position, you can see the stress breakout I have going on in my forhead, the freckle on my nose, my bloodshot eyes, stray hairs, and my jutty teeth, that I am too self conscious to show anyone. For me, this photo is more than just blown highlights and uneven eye lighting. It's about exposing the real me.
I hope you don't turn away in disgust, ha ha...
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Monica....true beauty is within. People often wonder why I do Nude SP's. I don't see a problem with it. To me skin is just the outer part. Okay...let's see if I can explain this a little better.
Men love to look at girly mags.....they ogle over the naked girls. They fantasize about those girls. But what do they think of when they see those girls. They think of sex. But you know what...they never think further than that. They don't think about living with that girl...talking to that girl (without staring at her chest). They don't think about growing old with that girl. All they think about is what they see with their eyes.
Now the true beauty can be found within. When somebody dares to look past that girly picture and find out what is within that skin. That is when a relationship (whether friendship or more) starts to form. That is the true beauty.
Why am I saying all of this...that's simple. Look at yourself in the mirror. You will see a beautiful woman. Now look into your eyes...can you see the treasure within. |
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07/02/2006 04:55:23 PM · #33 |
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07/02/2006 05:15:21 PM · #34 |
Originally posted by Ristyz:
The cat that called me. 8 years ago I went to the vet's office to get a cat (my hometown vet often has some extras lying around) He had three up for adoption, 2 older cats and this one. This cat showed outside the door of the clinic the night before and meowed and hollered until let into the clinic 45 minutes later. He would just not be ignored. He was stinky, covered in mud and full of earmites. He was a mess. I really wanted a young cat so I decided to take on Mr. Stinky. The vet kept him another two weeks while I was gone & they cleaned out the ears, gave him all his shots and 2 weeks later I took the still stinky cat home and named him Oliver (as in Oliver Twist)
Fast forward 18 months later in a different city. He had been missing for 36 hours. I looked everywhere and so did my housemate. Late at night I went outside to cry where no one would see/hear/bother me. I heard a meow. Fat chance.... there are many cats in the neighborhood. I went searching, it was pitch dark, I think I found him!!!! My housemate had to help, he couldn't move & I couldn't reach him over the short wall. Together we got him, he was paralized. Off to the vet.. Not good news, he had a broken back & pelvis. After 2 days of fluids it seemed he had a little bladder control and could move his back toes so we decided to give him a chance. He came home and lived in a human baby crib for 2 months. He healed! You would never know but for a slight limp and an odd bump in front of his tail.
Over 8 years he went everywhere with me. Loved the car. Loved going to my parents hour 3 hours away. Loved to walk in their garden and wildlands. Would follow me wherever I went for acres. He was my buddy and soft shoulder through some hard times (including his) This cat & I were so bonded and even more after his wreck with the dog that almost killed him.
Fast forward 6 more years, living back in my hometown. Ollie threw up, as cats do from time to time, and went into a seizure. Panic, trip to the vet. Utlrasound, meds for an enlarged heart. A rare cardiomyopathy. The meds did him well for about 3 months and then he started getting tired again. He threw up & passed out 2x in one day. I knew he was done. He knew he was done. He was sliding and about to be miserable for the rest of his life. I couldn't bear the thought of him dying while vomiting so I made a decision. He loved to go outside but couldn't where I live so I took him to my parents house and let him loose in the garden one last time. He gave me the above image (and many more) on that last day. In the pictures there is no sign of how sick he was but I knew. Later that afternoon I took him to the vet and said goodbye, then took him home and buried him in his favorite garden.
Funny thing is, that cat NEVER meowed except the 2 times he needed to so I could find him. |
These are all very touching and emotional stories, but this one really got to me. You see, I have a cat that I love more than anything. She has been my baby for 15years. My mom gave her to me as a kitten and she has been my constant companion through thick and thin. Twice she got out and disappeared (once for 4months and once for two weeks) and I was heartbroken but both times she made it home. I can relate to how you feel about Oliver. There is nothing quite like a cat who has bonded with you. Unfortunately I do not have any good photos of my Liebe...she does not like having her picture taken!
As for my most meaningful photo...to this point it would have to be this one:
This cross is made of steel girders from the World Trade Center buildings and stands at Ground Zero. This January I made my first ever trip to NYC and made a point of going there to pay my respects. This one symbol, standing out from that huge hole in the city, made me cry. It was a very poignant reminder of what terrible things happened and how faith can still be found in the aftermath. The original background was a plain office building that I thought detracted from the ideology of the symbol so I blurred it out. I was very pleased with the end result and every time I look at it, I say a little prayer for all the lives that were lost on that terrible day.
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