May 2012
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Walking through a Field
Brushing aside the tall stocks and low-hanging branches. It’s just like the beginning of yet-to-be-told story. Once upon a time. Everything is still left hanging on those words. A whole realm of possibilities can unfold. The fight between dark and light has yet to be set on the stage as the plot winds its way around inside your mind.
Turning the page, a whole new environment appears before...
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April 2012
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Traveling Back in Time
Sorry, we know we’ve been slacking this weekend. But we took a few personal days off. But as usual, we’ll make it up to you.
Last weekend (so not yesterday but 8 days ago), Sithara and I started our exploration of our lovely home city. We ended up in Old Downtown Torrance, which for some reason, we’d never been to despite the fact that is smack-dab in the middle of quite a few...
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L'amiable: Hunting Through NYC's Central Park →
amywonwoo:
I went to Central Park a couple weeks ago and finally took pictures with my manual camera. It was my first time experimenting with color film, but it was fun to fiddle around with. Here are some of my favorites:
Spring flowers coloring the blue sky
Benches Part I
A marriage, not a…
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A Lesson in Cooking Dinner: Time Lapse Photography
~Sithara Reddy~
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Broken As
There two types of broken.
1. Broken as an imperfection. Something that you may be able to fix, replace, or cover up. Some people may use those broken points to describe and identify you.
2. Broken as a revolution. Something that at one point destroys your previous outlook on that object, whether that object be inanimate or animate. Something happens, and your perspective and faith in it is...
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Anonymous asked: Where does Earth end and Heaven begin?
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Broken Posting Chain
For those of you who have been playing close attention to our blog, you’ll note that I have failed to keep my promise of a post a day for the past 3 days! I sincerely apologize.
But no worries. To make it up to you, I’ll be posting twice a day for the next 3 days (or maybe more as an added bonus for your patience and understanding). I’ll try to space them out during the day so...
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“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club...
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She had repressed it all to the point where she herself didn’t - no couldn’t - believe it had ever been true. And yet here it was, tugging at her awareness, begging to be disclosed. A constant hum in the recesses of her brain; it swirled along the periphery of her eyesight and danced on the tip of her tongue. A confession just a sigh away, waiting for the right moment to be released...
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Good Things Come in Odd Numbers
Was today yesterday really Friday the 13th?
~Sithara Reddy~
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Anonymous asked: I miss your writing.
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Before and After
~Sithara Reddy~
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Anonymous asked: Are you sad? I sense it. Why do we understand a stranger better than our own self?
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New Theme: Broken
After a few weeks of black and white, I think it’s time finally to switch it up. This doesn’t mean I won’t be posting anymore black and white photos, but it will no longer be my main focus.
Now we’re headed to the theme of BroKeN. With the crazy winds we’ve been experiencing in LA and the delayed construction projects all around my neighborhood due to who knows what,...
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Lost Touch
A day without my hands.
The inability to initiate contact
Through a wave, a shake, or a high five.
The struggle to hold
The things I want, need, and love.
The fettered desire to articulate
With dexterity and added emphasis.
Now, a day without my loved ones.
Not simply that I’ve lost touch,
But they’ve been severed from my touch.
Isolated from contact,
Ignored in...
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Diseased
Scrambling, clawing, screaming out in frustration. Not a squeak comes out. An unheard desperation yet to be properly voiced. Allowed to protest, yet unable to of his own will. Held captive by his own fear. A fear that crawls across skin. A prickly wave that engulfs and steadily drowns the desire to keep fighting. A sluggish response to a known fate. Submitting to the disease; letting it overtake;...
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Relaxing at a table, feeling the cool breeze of the open door on my face; observing the incoming crowd of bar patrons, both New Yorkers and tourists alike. A tranquil sense of belonging in this unique, entrancing environment. Possessing the skill of bleeding into the scenery that embodies this city, infiltrating it to the core. The only evidence of my stay, the graffiti of my spirit etched into...
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WatchBudding Orchid
My first attempt at time lapse photography. I need a bit more consistency between steps in the time lapse, but I took a picture about every hour. Sometimes, there was a tiny bit of movement. Other times, there was a huge jump. It was quite surprise to see how differently the orchid bloomed at various times of the day. All these pictures were taken manually, meaning without an...
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