Out of ALL the photos you have ever taken...

Hopefully ... the photo I take to the grave with me will be the one I take just before I keel over and die of heart failure at age ninety two while bush walking in the hills behind where I live. 🙂
 
I have many but these two are to hand. These photos were taken four years ago one after the other. The second one perhaps fulfils the requirement more than the first but the first one shows the relationship between them, which is also important. M6TTL, current 50/2.8 Elmar-M, Kodak 400CN film.
 

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I've borrowed (and paraphrased) this quote many times already, but it seems to fit: transposing Dr. Ferdinand Porsche's famous quote about cars to photography, I say there's no such thing as the photograph, only the photograph for now. And, for now, the image below is the one for me, although without looking at a decent enlargement of it, one might miss a good deal of what moves me about this image beyond it simply being a pretty image of a much-photographed subject. The quality of the light, both artficial as well as natural, played through the air and commingled delicately, and, also, the sense of what once so recently was, and what now remains, which digs at me and yet reminds me of the beauty that remains in this world, which I wish to experiece until my travels take me to the next.


- Barrett
 

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oooooooohhhhh.... that is quite excellent

I would easily put that on my wall 🙂


amateriat said:
I've borrowed (and paraphrased) this quote many times already, but it seems to fit: transposing Dr. Ferdinand Porsche's famous quote about cars to photography, I say there's no such thing as the photograph, only the photograph for now. And, for now, the image below is the one for me, although without looking at a decent enlargement of it, one might miss a good deal of what moves me about this image beyond it simply being a pretty image of a much-photographed subject. The quality of the light, both artficial as well as natural, played through the air and commingled delicately, and, also, the sense of what once so recently was, and what now remains, which digs at me and yet reminds me of the beauty that remains in this world, which I wish to experiece until my travels take me to the next.


- Barrett
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I have two images that haunt me; one of my late father taken during his chemo therapy period in Jordan and one of my late mother while she was visiting me in Pensacola. She died recently in Jordan, three days after escapting from Iraq. Each image is special because it captures someone I love dearly during a special time in life. Both are too personal to be displayed anywhere except my home. Just writing these few lines make me close my eyes and think back to the times when I had living parents.

Raid
 
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Raid, I am so sorry to hear about the death of your mother. I was glad to hear that your family had made it safely to Jordan, but this is so sad. I've been thinking of my mother too; it will be twelve years Thursday since she died, on the winter solstice. As with you, my father died before (much before) my mother. Our parents really do live on in us, in some sense. But it is so difficult to be the -- what can we say, the torchbearers, trying to light the way for those behind us, with no one any longer in front?

Wishing you all the best,

Michael
 
So far, this one is my favourite. Night rides at the CNE in Toronto. Taken with a Nikon F (no meter). It was probably taken in the early 1980s. I scanned the only print I have of it.

Peter
 

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mjflory said:
Raid, I am so sorry to hear about the death of your mother. I was glad to hear that your family had made it safely to Jordan, but this is so sad. I've been thinking of my mother too; it will be twelve years Thursday since she died, on the winter solstice. As with you, my father died before (much before) my mother. Our parents really do live on in us, in some sense. But it is so difficult to be the -- what can we say, the torchbearers, trying to light the way for those behind us, with no one any longer in front?

Wishing you all the best,

Michael
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Michael: Thanks for your thoughtful words and I am sorry that you too lost both of your parents. Yes, we must go on and be the torch bearers.

Raid
 
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