Graceful Pose No. 1. Please don’t read too much into it psychologically ;) I just loved the grace of the pose and the way the lady matched her trousers and shoes.
Taken with my 1952 Biotar lens and a new 1960 Edixa Mat Reflex on an Ilford Pan F Plus 50. The mirror slap is so strong it produces consistently blurred photographs even on 1/60th of a second. Let’s hope that will be eliminated during the upcoming CLA.
Princess Grace reading under portrait, Monaco (1962). Photograph by Eve Arnold.
Arnold photographed many of the iconic figures who shaped the second half of the 20th century, yet she was equally comfortable documenting the lives of the poor and dispossessed. For Arnold, there was no dichotomy: “I don’t see anybody as either ordinary or extraordinary,” she said in a 1990 BBC interview, “I see them simply as people in front of my lens.”
I like to think that Len and Mick are super best friends with all these great stories about each other and a shit ton of inside jokes, but when it comes to relationships and romance, they become bitter rivals
Like, it becomes a big competition so whenever the two of them are in the same room with their significant others, it becomes all about who’s the better boyfriend
And when Barry or Caitlin’s birthday rolls around, or a big holiday, they pull out all the stops and try to out do each other with these huge obscene displays of affection and no one tries to stop them because they get SUPER into it and who wants to get in the middle of that rivalry?
I just need Len and Mick arguing over who’s the better boyfriend while Barry and Caitlin are face-palming in the background
‘Len is handy with home repairs, Barry is more than happy with that’ AU
Barry comes back from the bathroom cursing under his breath
and soaking wet: his hair’s dripping, his shirt sticks to his chest and his
pants look like he’s three years old and not completely in control of his
Len gives him a quick once-over, smirking over his morning newspaper.
“Not that I’m complaining, but is that the look you’re going
As a child, I put on my best behavior for Sunday mornings, dressing up for God and for all the christians around me. It never occurred to me that church was a place to be honest–to come as myself. Now though, as I seek to look at the world through the lens of grace, I realize that imperfection is the pre-requisite for grace. Light only gets in through the cracks. My pride still tempts me to put on the best front, to clean up appearances. …We creatures give glory to God by our dependence on Him. Our wounds and defects are the very fissures through which grace may pass. It is our human destiny on earth to be imperfect, incomplete, weak and mortal, and only by accepting that destiny can we escape the force of gravity that seeks to pull us down and we can receive grace. Only then can we grow close to God.
John 1: 1. 17
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through Him, and without Him was not any thing made that was made. In Him was life, and the life was the light of men. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
There was a man sent from God, whose name was John. He came as a witness, to bear witness about the light, that all might believe through him. He was not the light, but came to bear witness about the light.
The true light, which gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was made through Him, yet the world did not know Him. He came to His own, and His own people did not receive Him. But to all who did receive Him, who believed in His name, He gave the right to become children of God, who were born, not of blood nor of the will of the flesh nor of the will of man, but of God.
And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen His glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. For from His fullness we have all received, grace upon grace. For the law was given through Moses; grace and truth came through Jesus Christ.
VidCon with her two best friends is exactly as it should be; stressful party time with her two best friends.
Hannah is pretty glad that she has a quieter than normal summer planned. There is an ache in her bones which she associates with a really long term kind of tiredness, and recharging the batteries would probably be a good idea. Resting doesn’t come naturally to Hannah, but Sarah had insisted.
“Hannah… last summer was Camp Takota. The summer before that was your tour. The summer before that you had just finished getting settled in LA. Just… take a bit of time, after VidCon, huh? You can still do videos, just less of everything else.”
Hannah had been all ready to protest, but they’d died on her lips when Sarah had given her that look, and Hannah had remembered that compromise was the recipe to a successful everything.