Bad Habit by Robert Mekis
I have always felt some kind of sympathy to Don Quixote de la Mancha. His battle against the wind mills was so similar to my attempts to force my father towards stop smoking since I have begun thinking...
Archive for August, 2003:
Touching History by Lazette Gifford
If I look long enough at the picture, I can still remember the heat of June in New Mexico and catch the ghost scent of greasewood and sage brush in the air. The feel of ancient carved stone walls beneath...
Me and Nikki by Kacey
This would have to be one of the most favourite photos of me when I was younger. In the photo is me when I was around three, and my labrador-cross-dingo puppy whose name was Nikki.
She was a beautiful...
Anxious Bride by Marie Ribbelov
The car breaking down on the way to church meant that the bride was later than what is normal… and this was how Tania’s wedding day started. But the groom was patiently waiting in church and...
The Windy City by Adrienne Canzolino
Chicago has a population of roughly three million. three million people, but none of the hussle and bustle of new york… ok, maybe just a little. Chicago is the little city that could – and...
Think by Sara Bell
I feel that this photo is a perfect example of what represents most of the people in the western world. We consume too much with out a single thought of what others in this world go through on a daily...
Twenty and Thin and Beautiful by Kythryne Aisling
This picture scares the hell out of me.
The day this picture was taken, I was twenty years old. I had a good job in Corporate America, a nice apartment in a nice quiet town, a new car, and a partner who...
My field of Bali by Indigo Ocean
Standing on my veranda, I ask Bapak Sadri if I can take his picture. He does not speak, but grunts, looks into the lens, and waits. The women do not bother with me. They continue with their work, thrashing...
Andrew by Sharon Renshaw
Something special ’bout Andrew. Talks too loud, disjointed and underdeveloped speech patterns, likes to hum and spin in his front yard. Thick lenses accent his ability to stare without blinking....
Home by Lauren Reyes
I can’t quite tell you when my fascination with lighthouses began. I can only tell you that they have always spoken to me. I could imagine the sea captains stuck in storms, seeing the reassuring...