Last Night's Blackout

Published by Iris in Photography, LUMIX, DMC-TZ3,
Published on 03/06/09 at 04:12:56 pm using 32 words.

Berry Tangerine Yankee Scented Candle courtesy of Stewart - Photo by Iris H.
When in the dark, light a candle and photograph it :D

A Story in Pictures (Rio de Janeiro) - Day Twenty Two (Part 2)

Published by Iris in Bubbledom ~, Photography, 31 Days in Rio,
Published on 03/04/09 at 04:21:00 pm using 115 words.

October 11th, 2008 - Saturday


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Hiding behind my Lumix

Making sure I got a decent shot

Power lines

The Maze

The Stewart

The Iris

Eu & Vc Shadows

Stewart's foot just outside the entrance

The entrance

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In search of 'The Self Portrait'

Published on 03/03/09 at 07:40:08 pm using 218 words.

No retrato que me faço
- traço a traço -
às vezes me pinto nuvem,
às vezes me pinto árvore…

às vezes me pinto coisas
de que nem há mais lembrança…
ou coisas que não existem
mas que um dia existirão…

e, desta lida, em que busco
- pouco a pouco -
minha eterna semelhança,

no final, que restará?
Um desenho de criança…
Corrigido por um louco!

(O Auto-Retrato - Mario Quintana)

I’ve been struggling for the last week or so with a homework assignment for my photography class: coming up with either a photographic interpretation of the poem above or a self portrait of my own. Yesterday after work I got on a bus and headed to Parque Lage with the sole purpose of trying to force an encounter with some much needed inspiration.

I crossed paths with a number of cats, perhaps a fox (photos #27 and #28 - if you can confirm that it is in fact a fox, by all means let me know) and some great light.

You’ll find the result of my search in photograph #8.

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The Sermons of Father Flynn (Doubt)

Published on 03/02/09 at 08:16:40 am using 761 words.

Father Flynn’s two sermons from the play / movie Doubt by John Patrick Shanley.

What do you do when you’re not sure? That’s the topic of my sermon today.

Philip Seymour Hoffman as Father Flynn in Doubt

Last year, when President Kennedy was assassinated, who among us did not experience the most profound disorientation? Despair? Which way? What now? What do I say to my kids? What do I tell myself? It was a time of people sitting together, bound together by a common feeling of hopelessness. But think of that! Your BOND with your fellow being was your Despair. It was a public experience. It was awful, but we were in it together. How much worse is it then for the lone man, the lone woman, stricken by a private calamity?

‘No one knows I’m sick.’

‘No one knows I’ve lost my last real friend.’

‘No one knows I’ve done something wrong.’

Imagine the isolation. Now you see the world as through a window. On one side of the glass: happy, untroubled people, and on the other side: you.

I want to tell you a story. A cargo ship sank one night. It caught fire and went down. And only this one sailor survived. He found a lifeboat, rigged a sail…and being of a nautical discipline…turned his eyes to the Heavens and read the stars. He set a course for his home, and exhausted, fell asleep. Clouds rolled in. And for the next twenty nights, he could no longer see the stars. He thought he was on course, but there was no way to be certain. And as the days rolled on, and the sailor wasted away, he began to have doubts. Had he set his course right? Was he still going on towards his home? Or was he horribly lost… and doomed to a terrible death? No way to know. The message of the constellations - had he imagined it because of his desperate circumstance? Or had he seen truth once… and now had to hold on to it without further reassurance? There are those of you in church today who know exactly the crisis of faith I describe. And I want to say to you: DOUBT can be a bond as powerful and sustaining as certainty. When you are lost, you are not alone.

In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

—— ∫ ——

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February 28th, 2009

Published by Iris in Iris' Journal,
Published on 03/01/09 at 10:08:20 pm using 369 words.

Cramps, a notebook, coffee and Milk. Cramps as in monthly. Notebook as in one of three recently bought gray Cicero (10 spirals down the left side), coffee as in espresso with cream, Milk as in the movie. Take away the cramps and I’d be a happy camper.

Gray notebooks

Of course there was D. at work this morning. Always a wrong note to start on no matter how many times you’ve been through it and how many times it proves to be less unpleasant than you fear. Guy Pearce as Leonard Shelby in MementoBut you fear it again and again, like an experience you’re quite incapable of either fully digesting or retaining for future reference. Memento comes to mind - as movies always do. There’s no significant absorption of what goes on as though you were just a tad on the drunk side, as though your mind were scattered just enough to leave you out of the loop, as though you had some of Leonard Shelby’s condition in you. And so the stress repeats itself without fail. And a chunk of gratitude is always set aside for whoever provides a heads-up. Thank you, M.

Such was my last Saturday in February. Chronologically, this is how it went: a duly appreciated heads-up. Observation. A valiant morning show of forced vigor, stomping, snapping and improvisation, followed by an afternoon of bonding for me and relief - the two of us at the center of an aluminum-foil-wrapped city roasting in a 400º oven.

Relief alone makes for lovely afternoons of rejoicing if nothing else then for the chance to not have to do any one thing or be any one place. Rejoicing at being able to simply roam around and observe - even under such blazing uncomfortable heat.

The accidental clean slate that’s been wiped on my behalf seems to have finally acquired its weightiest significance and set it in stone. I hold it no longer as a liquid thought but as a solid truth and a motto: ‘A clean slate, a second chance.’

So here I am. Cramps, notebook, coffee and Milk. Coping, writing, sipping and waiting to watch.

A new chapter for Iris' Journal

Published by Iris in Iris' Journal,
Published on 03/01/09 at 09:35:47 pm using 217 words.

This blog started out with a very vague objective. It was the idea of a capital F-friend and it was meant as an outlet, at first for my writing which has always been choppy and vague itself and then for the photographs I began to take, and take more seriously. The same capital F-friend kept stepping up his encouragement. There was interest and feedback, then hands-on help in finding a good compact camera, then cheering in the bleachers at the prospect of a photography course. All of which made and make me smile widely.

These are currently two things I would hate to have to do without: writing and photographing. The former having just come back to me of its own volition after a bout of jealousy over possibly having felt relegated to playing second fiddle to my lately inseparable Blue Lumix. As it turns out it’s just as important to me. And so I’ve decided to create a writing corner for myself. An Iris’ Journal within Iris’ Journal - an actual journal where I can write (hopefully on a daily basis) and at the same time work on being less selective and critical of myself.

Iris: A study of contrasts

Published by Iris in Photography, Me, LUMIX, DMC-TZ3,
Published on 03/01/09 at 12:49:12 pm using 179 words.

noun, plural i⋅ris⋅es, ir⋅i⋅des  /ˈɪrɪˌdiz, ˈaɪrɪ-/ [ir-i-deez, ahy-ri-]
1. Anatomy. the contractile, circular diaphragm forming the colored portion of the eye and containing a circular opening, the pupil, in its center.
2. Botany. any plant of the genus Iris, having showy flowers and sword-shaped leaves.
3. a flower of this plant.
4. (initial capital letter) Classical Mythology. a messenger of the gods, regarded as the goddess of the rainbow.
5. a rainbow.
6. any appearance resembling a rainbow.
7. Movies, Television. an iris-in or iris-out.
8. Optics, Photography. iris diaphragm.

–verb (used without object)
9. Movies. to begin or end a take or scene with an iris-in or iris-out, achieved by manipulation of an iris diaphragm on the camera or by editing the film.
1350–1400; ME L Īris, īris Gk Îris, îris rainbow, goddess of the rainbow, halo, iris flower or root, iridescent crystal; in some senses NL Gk: diaphragm of eye

Damien Rice @ Citibank Hall (São Paulo) - Extras

Published on 02/27/09 at 06:26:43 pm using 27 words.

Photographic happy accidents and the ticket.

Photo by Iris H.

Photo by Iris H.

Photo by Iris H.

Photo by Iris H.