Most photographers would feel a certain embarrassment in admitting publicly that they carried within them a sense of wonder, yet without it they would not produce the work they do, whatever their particular field.
quote by Bill Brandt
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I think the greatest photographers are the amateur photographers who do it because they love it. Arnold Newman is a good example; he is a consummate professional, but he's also an 'amateur' in the pure sense of the word.
quote by John Sexton
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I mean, I haven't been around very long. I can't expect everyone to have seen 'The House Bunny'. Oh God. I am having such waves of internal embarrassment, which now I'm admitting on a tape recorder. This is so one of the things I should keep in my head.
quote by Emma Stone
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Wounded vanity knows when it is mortally hurt and limps off the field, piteous, all disguises thrown away. But pride carries its banner to the last and fast as it is driven from one field unfurls it in another, never admitting that there is a shade less honor in the second field than in the first, or in the third than in the second.
quote by Helen Hunt Jackson
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Paparazzi Picking Orders
paparazzi photographers
stock photo shoot images
mosquito pest stalkers
celeb watchers
photo paid photographers
media admirers
paparazzi photographers
check mated by stalkers
dime celebrities wannabies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Now very often events are set up for photographers... The weddings are orchestrated about the photographers taking the picture, because if it hasn't been photographed it doesn't really exist.
quote by Elliott Erwitt
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Although I never publicly defended promiscuity, I never publicly attacked it. I attempted to avoid the subject, in part because I felt, and often still feel, unable to live up to the ideals I really hold.
quote by Andrew Sullivan
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Yesterday When I Was Mad (Hot Tracks)
Darling, you were wonderful, you really were quite good
I enjoyed that, though, of course, no one understood
A word of what was going on, they didn't have a clue
They couldn't understand your sense of humour like I do
You're much too kind
I smiled with murder on my mind
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
You have a certain quality, which really is unique
Expressionless, such irony, although your voice is weak
It doesn't really matter 'cause the music is so loud
Of course it's all on tape, but no one will find out
You hated me too
But not as much as I hated you
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Then, when I was lonely
I thought again
And changed my mind
Then we posed for pictures with the competition winners
And argued about the hotel rooms, and where to go for dinner
And someone said: "It's fabulous you're still around today,
You've both made such a little go a very long way"
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Yesterday, when I was mad
And quite prepared to give up everything
Admitting, I don't believe
In anyone's sincerity, and that's what's really got to me
Then, when I was lonely
I thought again
And changed my mind
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Carried Away
(barry gibb/albhy galuten)
There you are
Shiny as a morning star
Its a figure of speech
But youre still out of reach
You never told me loving you could be so wrong and right
And its gonna be a lonely night
I turn to you
You turn away
Youre looking at someone else
And here am i
Loving you more and more
Weve got an open door, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Cest la vie
So you wanna play another part
Can you say goodbye
Can you live a lie
Shell never give you what I gave you was my breaking heart
Better than I ever knew
And if you can live without my love
Youre really gonna be alone
And here am i
Walking against the crowd
Calling your name out loud, my love
Oh let it be just a state of mind
And suddenly you appear
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Carried away
Baby there aint no final word
Ill be yours again
I got a world of tenderness
Yours until the end
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
Im carried away
To be carried away
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Feeling Romantic
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting it.
And,
You've got my nose wide open.
Hooked and hanging limp.
Like a fish with glazed eyes.
Smiling as if given a 'fix'.
From something that has left me addicted.
Blinded I am by your sight.
Beaming with a smile and unresisting.
Like a deer caught in broad daylight.
You made me feel like this.
Oh yes you did.
I am...
Feeling romantic.
And admitting every bit of it.
'What's the matter with you? '
Huh.
'I said...
What is the matter with you? '
I think...
I think,
I'm in love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flimsy
Those who like to say,
They are friends.
Only when they are not being inconvenienced,
By a truth...
That puts them on the line,
Behind denials they did something dishonest.
And not admitting it publicly...
Since this might conflict,
With lies they find hard to remember.
Told with equal conviction.
Added with a seeping reek,
Of overdone sincerety.
Flimsy they are.
False and disposable.
Useless commodities,
No one needs!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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You Don't Mean A Thing To Me!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Is that the message you want me to receive?
But each time you chance to see me publicly...
Your eyes begin to dance.
And that smile you try to hide from me.
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
You act that way in a crowd on the streets.
And when I pretend you are not there,
I 'feel' you secretly taking a peek!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
You may say that to yourself frequently.
But each time my phone rings,
And I am at home
You hang up to leave me,
Listening to a dial tone!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Who are you wishing to convince?
Is this what you want me to believe?
Then why when my birthday comes around...
You send me a card signed...
'It's me, anonymous.
I am 'back' in town! '
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Who are you really trying to fool?
Me, your friends or family?
I am told by others,
You actually ask about me.
And they tell me you act jealously,
When I'm with someone else...
Having fun and being carefree!
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
Is that the message you want me to receive.
But each time you chance to see me publicly...
Your eyes begin to dance.
And that smile you try to hide from me.
If what you show is not a true feeling at all,
Why even bother to sometimes call?
'You don't mean a thing to me! '
When that time comes...
And you find me in your heart,
The only one left...
You have not chased away,
From the start.
I will not be stunned,
Not one bit.
To discover you admitting...
You have a love for me that has been sitting.
But unlike you...
From the very beginning,
I'm not fearing to be near...
So you can hear these words clear,
~It's me, I love you.~
'You don't even know me! '
~I know.
But something tells me,
I will.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's Hard To Say, 'Im Sorry
It's hard to say, 'I'm Sorry'
quite humbling at best.
It takes a lot of strenght for one to muster
those two words, of challenging request.
It makes one feel like a child
and embarrassment for some.
We have to let our EGO go
and maybe for but a moment
feel a wee bit dumb?
But it is such an easy fix me up
when there's anothers heart that's broke.
It will only fester inside of you
holding back those words you choke.
I'm sorry, if I've hurt you
I'm sorry, if you feel that way.
I'm sorry, it didn't work out the way you'd planned
I'm so sorry, your having a bad day.
I'm sorry, just because I'm sorry!
I needed to tell you so.
I'm sorry, that I waited so long to say
'I'm sorry', just wanted you to know.
poem by Linda Winchell
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Those who produce should have, but we know that those who produce the most - that is, those who work hardest, and at the most difficult and most menial tasks, have the least.
quote by Eugene V. Debs
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One never comes into embarrassment, if one is ready to balance. To ask oneself never in embarrassment, what have you in these decades made.
quote by Siegfried Lenz
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My mountaineering skills are not important to my best photographs, but they do add a component to my work that is definitely a bit different than that of most photographers.
quote by Galen Rowell
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Love Field
You lie so unfolded
In a love field
With your contempt for any modesty
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
You yield with your lips still sealed
In a love field
Lost in a sea of imaginary women
Everything youd want
From the dawn to the dimming
Breath comes sharp and heart beats faster
In a love field
Cold ground for a pillow
Under a blanket of stars
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Headlights that startled
This embrace of hours
In a love field
In a crooked house
Where things can be arranged
You think youre different from the rest
But you dont see how youve changed
Under an archway
On a road of white linen
In a love field
Feel the anxious rhythm of a functional stranger
In a love field
In a love field
In a love field
Shes so tense but its never mentioned
In a love field
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.
Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’
Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!
So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Mothertongue
I got my daddys eyes
But you gave me your double vision,
I got my daddys stride
Now Im walking blind with double vision.
And I can almost see your face now, in me.
And I can almost feel the weight you carried.
You had to break the skin
To put the blood between us,
You did the dirty work
To put the blood between us.
And I can almost see your face now, in me.
And I can almost feel the weight you carried.
Oooh rocking the seed in me
Oooh learning to speak the mothertongue.
Sometimes between the lines
I crashed, I couldve killed you
I tried to go too fast
And I crashed, I couldve killed you.
And I can almost see your face now, in me
And I can almost feel the weight you carried.
Oooh rocking the seed in me
Oooh learning to speak the mothertongue.
But I can almost see your face now, in me
And I can almost feel the weight you carried
The mothertongue, the mothertongue.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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What's really important is to simplify. The work of most photographers would be improved immensely if they could do one thing: get rid of the extraneous. If you strive for simplicity, you are more likely to reach the viewer.
quote by William Albert Allard
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