50 Random Entries at Photoblog

Pears by jrowe

2008-10-11T14:13:16Z

Brian also brought fresh pears! (And tomatoes, but they don't photograph nearly as well.)

Everything better than.... by necja

2009-05-19T14:39:53Z

Moxley Fine Art by Bushman

2008-01-02T17:47:05Z

Mono by Aniruddha

2007-04-30T00:06:26Z

That's one for the mood today.

The Windy City by linzkhairil

2008-09-21T23:25:46Z

I Fell In Love With Macro by djthormented

2008-11-19T21:59:48Z

I don't really like macro shots. It just takes too much time, concentration and patience. But I knew that somewhere in this lifetime I would be stuck with it (for the moment perhaps or if I find something interesting). So having to test out this lense with a close up filter I went out prowling for victims to shoot. Some were willing, some were placed and some were forced! Ha ha ha... and one was dead by the time I got it. I'm still struggling to learn out this lense. By intial findings I found out that with its largest blade being opened, the subject tends to be very soft while going down to 2.8 blades opening it went sharper. No argue as its about one of the cheapest, lightest and (prolly) best lense (for its range) out there. I had no tripod on all photos and this lense does not have any image stablizer built in it. Being small its hard for my hands to handle so since I'm in the learning stage, shake blur should come into play. No pictures were editted except cropped. Listening to Andra & The BackBone song titled Sempurna really brings the mood and partly it was because of Bazuki's work on his friend's wedding had me all started on this little project. Do leave your Comments & Critics (C&C) for as many pictures as possible coz I really need to mock up this lense before I really dive into it. Have a great weekend ahead people. As for me, I'm relieved that Adam is now a Q-Dee's kid and he is really excited more than ever that when I showered him just now he insisted to wash his own butt and then shower and putting on the soap by himself. All I need to do is supervise. I just love this son of mine more and more each day. He listens to me most of the times now and I will work my ass out for him. Wifey and Adam, this is for you guys (both with different meanings!) you can catch it!! "Janganlah kau tinggalkan diriku Takkan mampu menghadapi semua Hanya bersamamu ku akan bisa Kau adalah darahku Kau adalah jantungku Kau adalah hidupku Lengkapi diriku Oh sayangku, kau begitu Sempurna..." This one is solely for you Wifey!! "Aku ingin engkau slalu Hadir dan temani aku Disetiap langkah Yang meyakiniku Kau tercipta untukku Meski waktu akan mampu Memanggil seluruh ragaku Ku ingin kau tahu Kuslalu milikmu Yang mencintaimu Sepanjang hidupku" After what happened these last few months, the lyrics of this song brings big meaning for me. Thanks all for the support! -R-

Hortobágy by hegyibringas

2008-07-05T07:01:23Z

Indulás a további betevő beszerzésére ...

My best friend's dog :D by saiimemories

2008-09-23T21:02:26Z

Grasses by yukido

2008-05-12T09:32:47Z

grasses April. 2008

United Airlines by PattiSmith

2008-06-27T21:04:48Z

11h d’avion sans compter l’attente aux aeroports c’est long pour une premiere. Avec un changement a Munich. Oui Munich, cette petit ile perdue au milieu de l’ocean, juste entre Paris et New-York. Enfin. Il fait froid dans un avion. Meme si on peut regarder des super films ( 27 robes, Jumper, Sexy Dance 2) on en revient assez vite des villes super minuscules et des nuages "qu’on dirait dla neige”. De plus une hotesse, c’est super effrayant. C’est tres maquille, ca a le visage deforme par des cheveux tires en arriere. C’est allemand, ca parle un anglais indistinct, a une francaise completement larguee. L'avantage c'est que des trucs sympas se passent. Comme ca jai mange des galettes vegetariennes quand je voulais du poulet, et j’ai du m’enquiller une grande biere quand je ne voulais rien d’autre qu’un café pour faire passer mon mal de ventre. L’arrivee aux Etats-Unis par contre c’est pas rigolo du tout. Dans l’avion deja on recoit deux questionnaires papier a remplir. Heureusement que je savais que ca allait etre le cas avant de monter dans l’avion; parce qu’on ne recoit aucune explication et pour ceux qui ne parlent pas tres bien anglais ca doit etre tres deroutant. Deux questionnaires donc, qui en gros vous demandent d’ou vous venez, ou vous allez, ceci dans le moindre detail. Mais aussi si vous avez deja commis des delits, si oui lesquels, avez-vous ete espion, ou refugie politique… Et enfin ce qu’il y a dans vos bagages, quelle genre de provision, et a quel montant en dollar cela correspond-t-il... En descendant de l’avion a l’aeroport John Fitzgerald Kennedy, on a gentiment le droit de faire la queue pour qu’un monsieur (qui n’est pas la pour rigoler) verifie vos questionnaires, prenne vos empreintes, et une photo de vous. Tout cela en vous interrogant verbalement l’air de rien. En gros le message est tout sauf bienvenue. Arrive l’epilogue de cette longue journee, aussi longue que ce post. Les portes bagages a roulettes etant payants aux Etats-Unis, c’est donc suante et trebuchante, tirant quelque chose comme 38 kilos de bagages, que j’ai fais mon entrée a N-Y, sous les yeux de Jess qui ne pouvait pas venir m’aider tant que je n’avais pas franchis une certaine limite.