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A tutorial on Faking Double Exposure / indiasroses.com

When I was a kid every now and then when you got a roll of film back from the developer you’d find a special surprise, a hidden treasure among your photographs, the rare (what some would call) mistake of the double exposure. It’s like having two photographs on one picture the second lightly layered across the top of the first caused by some camera malfunction, but to me it seemed like pure magic. I remember the first one I ever saw. I was in the 5th grade and I’d been photographing my barbies in jungle attire (outfits made from grass and leaves) and a toy horse. When I was flipping through the pictures I came across one that was perfect, it was a barbie situated gracefully in a rose bush with a horse head lightly veiled across the frame; it was beautiful. (more…)

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Bamboo Silhouetted in the evening sun. These photos were not taken in black and white. The camera settings I used aimed strait at the sun allowed me the opportunity to capture a perfect silhouette.

F/14 – Exposure 1/640 sec – ISO-100

F/14 – Exposure 1/640 sec – ISO-100

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A blackened Iris begins to decay against the cold winter soil, while deep bellow tiny green shoots wait to make the break for Spring.

 

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So many things to do, so many little clothes to wash, tiny socks to find, cloth diapers to fold, toys to clean and put away. The crib is set, the beds been made all waiting for her special day. I’ve read all the books, and picked through the best advice. We’ve made the choices as well as we can, but what do we really know?

Now I write this as a person who has never had a child before. Never been a mother past knowing and loving the person still being created inside of me, but I do have a theory, an idea of the best way to prepare for having a baby.

Stretch… Stretch a lot… Stretch your body, and most certainly stretch your mind because nothing is going to be as helpful as flexibility, as being able to let go of those preconceived notions of how everything is going to be, and how your life is going to look as a new parent. When I think about having my child I imagine her curled up next to me and her father in bed fast asleep. I imagine waking up to her softly rooting about as she expresses her desire to be fed, of pulling her close to me and dozing as she satisfies her hunger and then the both of us drifting back to sleep. This is my dream, my perfect utopia of motherhood at night. I would love for this to be my reality and in that desire I do hold on to the possibility that that is how it may be, but I’m also prepared to throw that picture out the window for the reality that will most likely ensue.

When I ponder those first months of being the mother of a Little Girl Person on the outside, I always try to add a little bit of reality to my fantasies, to remind myself that some things (okay most things) will not go as I envision, and to remember that the very best thing I can do for my sanity and the sanity of those around me is to be willing to change, accept, and appreciate my practices as a new mother.

I do hold on to one piece of sentiment that under no circumstance shall I let go, and that is the notion that in all of my daydreaming and fantasizing about the future I have only skimmed the surface of how amazing and wonderful motherhood will be, of what sort of experiences it will bring and how it will round and shape me as a person, and the bonds of our family.

I love my husband and I love myself, and I can’t even begin to grasp the love that I will have when I look into the eyes of a person made entirely out of us.

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There is a small person living inside of me, changing and growing every day. I’ve never seen more than a fuzzy colorless image of her on an ultrasound screen, her little nose and her little hands; her little heart beating so fast. Such a tiny glimpse into who will soon most certainly become the center of my world.

Yet some how I know her, as if I’ve known her my whole life and just been waiting for our time. My little Sweet Pea, My Daughter, this little girl person made entirely out of Love. I knew she was a girl before she was conceived. My first born was always going to be a girl, and the ultrasounds technicians confirmation was just the recognition of a premonition I’d had years ago.

I wish there was a way to explain her personality, the way she thinks and reacts. How with only a nudge I know what she feels, what she needs. She’s already capable of so much, of so many emotions and it makes me wonder if we will still be so closely linked when she is no longer kept alive by the beating of my heart. Will I still know her then? Will I still understand her wants and desires? I like to think the connection will only deepen, and that being able to share her completely with her father will tighten the already unbreakable bonds of our family.

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Tangled mist in spider webs great this foggy day.


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It’s good to have a vice. Something you can do that you probably shouldn’t. Those moments you take for yourself that may not be the best for your body, but feel so good on your soul.

Pineapple and chocolate shisha (Hookah tobacco) swirled together in smoky goodness, pulled through ice cold water and deep into my lungs. I hold my breath for a second and feel my heart beat slow in my chest as I blow the smoke from my body I watch it curl and dance in the currents of the rainy evening air. I’d never have smoked anything in my life if it weren’t for my fascination with the thick clouds of smoke escaping my breath right before my eyes. Breathing is something that must be done, but not until that oxygen is laced with the fog of burnt leaves do you really begin to understand just how your breath travels as it warms in your chest and you release it into the air.

Guilt….  I suppose that’s why they call it a guilty pleasure… Now it’s off to drink a few glasses of cool water pop a couple vitamins and apologize to my body for treating it poorly…

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