by Joe Montoya | Jul 2, 2015 | Joe Montoya, Stories
How do you write a poem in 140 characters or less? Actually, less than 140 characters, because I usually tie the poem to one of my images. That cuts the space down to 117. Even with a link shortener, like ow.ly, that still leaves me with only a skimpy offering of 95 characters to wax poetic. I can forget hashtags like #poetweet and #twaiku. I don’t like being long-winded, but writing something meaningful with rhythm and rhyme in 95 characters is a challenge. I’ll give it my best go. I’ve already tried a few. Here are a couple of my recent Twitter expressions. Never mind the title. Not enough characters for one.
Gloomy gray
California day
I wanted my latest to be a thought stirrer. The image wasn’t so serious, so I kept it light.
He rides from point A to point B
Not very fast but definitely free.
I got a little motherly feedback on Instagram for allowing my kids in be on train tracks, which happened to be disassembled. But my mini controversy got me thinking of a sub-100 word poem for Twitter.
Warnings they refused to heed
To sit on the rails with books to read.
Here’s the next one in the queue. Do you have about 95 characters?
by Giulia Macario | Jun 26, 2015 | 1000 Words, Featured Articles, Giulia Macario, Showcases, Stories
Grryo believes that mobile photographers/artists tell stories through the photographs/images and art that represents their families, their environment, themselves. This is important because of the level of communication that is portrayed in imaging today. We want to support the mobile arts community having a place for artists to share, discuss, and critique (if requested by individual). These dialogues help the individuals and the community to grow. We look forward to you and your art. We thank you for your contribution to the mobile photography/arts community. Join us by tagging your images #wearegrryo or #grryo. We hope to see you there!
Blendscape Series 2015
I just love to use multiple apps and create a piece from scratch, combining different sources.
This piece consists of twelve layers, combined with apps like superimpose, modern grunge and union. I used photoshop brushes within icolorama. It’s great to be able to use them on an iPhone!!
I make mobile art as a form of relaxation and to escape the busyness of my every day life for a bit.
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Bikers of Mirjave
This image was taken in a small border town in the Sistan & Baluchestan province of Iran called ‘Mirjave’ an old railway town I happened to stop-over while I was traveling, here is where the railway of Iran ends and begins. A few years ago a cross border attack left a deep scar in this town, drug addicts still consuming drugs in old abandoned British custom houses, gasoline smugglers spewing out their dusty trace…. nothing seemed lively here, just left with a deep feeling of desolation…while walking along the dirt roads I was surprised to see a group of kids biking around with sheer enthusiasm, here I started communicating and photographing them, they told me such heartbreaking stories from their town, these innocent children made me wonder how they are growing up and where will they all end up?
This shot is from my Sistan & Baluchestan Travel-memoir, where I traveled overland there for 2 months trying to capture my own personal experience as well as the feel and spirit of the people and their lands they dwell in…the series can be found on my website and I’m sharing my daily/weekly story of this trip on Instagram. I’ve also made a short 4min Video/Photo clip of my Journey…
instagram | website | facebook
Strings of thought
For this self-portrait I wanted to represent the link of the bird (which I believe always symbolizes new opportunity) with my representation forming a connection with the thread extending to my right hand representing the power to share and connectivity. For this edition I began to form my collage in Superimpose, then use Snapseed, MonoVu and photocopier to add texture.
Help! I’m stuck in a box!
My Name is Pia Maselowsky, I’m from Germany, I’m 35 years old and my English could be better.
The title of the photo is: “Help! I’m stuck in a box!” #currentmood
The story behind this “selfie” is, that I like to put things on/over my head just for fun.
I took this picture with the face time camera of my iphone 5s and edited it in Snapseed.
Longest Wait
Just one moment
Where paths crossed.
You-so strange and foreign,
Nothing in common.
Both on the hunt
To forget about the loneliness in us.
Just one moment
Where eyes crossed
And bodies mingled.
To recognise
The you in me.
All things sorted in black and white.
Just one moment
That my loneliness took on a darker shade of happy.
Oh. My. God.
Oh shit, wrong person.
– Kathrin Jankowiec
Apps used : Hipstamatic, BWLab
by Natalie Maddon | Jun 21, 2015 | Stories
I had no idea how differently I would see you the first time I saw a tiny baby placed into your arms. My tiny baby. That sacred piece of my heart that was reserved just for that moment…exposed. Nothing has been the same since that whirlwind day that you turned from just my man into their father.
There is nothing quite like seeing a man brought to their knees to console the love of their life from the pain of a scraped knee. You look more handsome than ever with our curly haired cupid on your hip. You have never sounded so wise as when you described to our fiery girl why she must stand her ground and forge her own fate.
I watch you watching them more intently each time. Your eyes ignite at the sight of these tiny souls and my heart is once again mush. Nothing else matters. The way you look at our creation, like that tiny mass of rolls is the center of the universe, is indescribable. I will never see you the same as I did when I so naively thought that I couldn’t possibly love you any more.
You were made for this. Every piece of your being is perfectly aligned as a father; the father to my babies. Lucky me.
by David Norbut | Jun 11, 2015 | Stories
Last winter with the help and support of my good friend of Jon Tehel, I drove to New York to record some songs I wrote. It had been about a decade since I wrote or recorded anything but the notion came over me like a great wave. I felt like I had something in me that needed to come out, a ghost of sorts. The winters are long on the East Coast, long and bitter cold. I could only write and sing what I know. I did my best to paint a picture of my daily life at the time. Romanticizing the bleak, finding beauty in the common scenes. Every morning on my radio was either the late Jason Molina or Springsteen, I did my best to learn from them and keep my own voice, as ragged as it may be. I just wanted to make something real.
These are the images from that day in Queens cutting the first vocal and guitar tracks, only doing two takes of each song, to keep in the spirit of doing something real.
Please visit here to hear the music
by Tommy Wallace | Jun 8, 2015 | Stories
Every Monday we ask our audience to share their stories with us on Instagram. We would love for you to join us and share what each photo says to you.
Photo Credit: Raphael Gthl
Story Credit: Susan Peck
His book bag was full near to overflowing today. An adventure story for the shy boy. A tale of tragedy followed by triumph for the girl who had lost her Papa to cancer. Her sad eyes haunted him, and he wished he could take a share of her pain away. There was a book of riddles and rhymes for the budding class clown… Abe thought he needed some new, and more suitable material. He imagined their expectant faces, as he carefully made his way, slowly through the town toward the orphanage on the outskirts. He had been one of those children once, after the war. His sole possession from that time was a book his father had pressed into his hands as they were separated on the sorting platform. He had always felt that book had saved him somehow, as he now sought to save this new generation of lost boys and girls, parents lost to drugs, violence, or incarceration.
Photo Credit: Sheldon Serkin
Story Credit: Rose Sherwood
Everyone carries a window with them. At times, it is transparent, at other times it is either translucent or opaque. Its work is to help outsiders look into the depths of humanity; of course, the size of the window is what really matters….
Photo Credit: Graeme Roy
Story Credit: Tony Nahra
He was released from the hospital, but perhaps the medicine was still clouding his mind. Sure, the recovery for his surgery was long, but his teary-eyed loved ones had been by his side, holding his hands and whispering sweet words in his ears. He wondered why they had left and not returned — maybe weeks ago? Just then, he reached for the door and his hand passed right through the handle.
Photo Credit: Bobbie Prosser
Story Credit: Meg Williams
When he came home at night, I turned down the lights and he was mine for awhile. I’d trace the lines around his eyes and wonder what sorrows led him here. I knew I’d never leave him and I knew he’d never stay.
by Jeff Kelley | Jun 6, 2015 | Stories, You Are Grryo
I don’t believe in perfection, there is no such thing.
من به كمال اعتقاد ندارم، همچين چيزى وجود ندارد.
Emotion is all that an artist can offer their audience, and I’m no exception; for me, it is about a good feeling.
احساس تمام چيزيست كه يك هنرمند ميتواند ارائه كند و من نيز از اين قاعده مستثنا نيستم، براي من موضوع فقط انتقال يك حس خوب است.
Beyond time and place, the only things which remain are the moments we capture.
فراتر از زمان و مكان، تنها چيزى كه باقى مى ماند لحظاتى است كه ثبت ميكنيم.
The third eye plays with the seconds and makes a century out of them.
چشم سوم ثانيه ها را به بازى ميگيرد و از آنها قرن مى سازد.
When time stops, you observe, and capture.
وقتى كه زمان مي ايستد، تو نظاره ميكنى، تو ثبت ميكنى.
The universe is yours; only emotion is powerful enough to help your hands stop the moments you encounter.
جهان مال توست، فقط احساس آنقدر قدرتمند است كه به دستان تو كمك كند تا دنياى روبرويت را متوقف كنى.
My name is Alireza Sheshmani, a photographer based in Tehran, Iran.
I’ve been taking photos for almost 4 years.
I started in the style of fine art and documentary, but for now it is mostly documentary.
I use an iPhone 5s as my camera because I found it to be the right device for my purpose, that is, getting close to people without getting noticed.
Alireza can be found on Instagram as @iranstreets.
by Giulia Macario | May 28, 2015 | 1000 Words, Featured Articles, Giulia Macario, Showcases, Stories, You Are Grryo
Grryo believes that mobile photographers/artists tell stories through the photographs/images and art that represents their families, their environment, themselves. This is important because of the level of communication that is portrayed in imaging today. We want to support the mobile arts community having a place for artists to share, discuss, and critique (if requested by individual). These dialogues help the individuals and the community to grow. We look forward to you and your art. We thank you for your contribution to the mobile photography/arts community. Join us by tagging your images #wearegrryo or #grryo. We hope to see you there!
Roki’s zen
My dog is always in the water, since he was a pup. For almost a year he’s been hypnotized with the fishes in the water. Mesmerized, always staring at the water and trying to catch them (he caught one a month ago). He is the primary subject in many of my shots. In my images I try to catch him and the nature that surrounds him. I took this shot standing a few meters above him. My goal was to create color contrast between him and the water, and to add a little mood into the image. Shot was taken in the northern part of Croatia, where the river (Mur) borders with Slovenia.
instagram | eyeem
Eastern Glow
This piece titled Eastern Glow was named after a song from the band Album Leaf. I was on a big Album Leaf kick at the time, and I was creating that piece when that song came on and I remembered it being titled Eastern Glow, and I felt it was perfectly fitting to the theme of my piece. Generally, you’d find jelly fish on the Eastern coasts of Canada and New England, so I thought it was pretty amazing how well the two complimented each other. So I went with that title for the piece. I had also recently watched American Beauty for the first time in a while, and there’s this one scene where Ricky Fitts is talking about a bag and how it effects him; how there’s so much beauty in the world that he feels like he can’t take it. And this bag is just floating around blissfully with no agenda. With this image, the jellyfish are the bag. They’re just being. It helps me remind myself that sometimes you just have to look beyond what you first see because there’s always beauty to be discovered.
instagram | website
Give me five!
This is Max, my oldest son, he’s six years old. In this picture you can see the most authentic smile of him, I think that Max was really happy in that moment showing how dirty his hands were after an afternoon playing with his brother Teo making somersaults on the floor.
I only used the drama effect in snapseed to increase the contrast of the color in his hands and some mellow tone in vsco… I love the mellow tone!
instagram | facebook
Friday in the City
A story doesn’t always need to have multiple elements, nor it needs to come from the same common eye level angle. Stories can be told with few related elements, and by making the viewer engage always in different ways with the image. I was walking by midtown in New York and saw this lovely lady try grab a taxi. Chaos of humans and traffic was creating too much noise around what was really happening there and then… She was dressed up to conquer the city… her city.
instagram | website
I felt you like the cool rain in a vast dry desert
This image is part of a series called The Enigma Series on Flickr. I’ve often been told that my art is somewhat dark and at times evokes deeper emotions. I just begin a process of editing sometimes and the photo takes on a life of its own. I’m often inspired by the most unlikely things. I’m intrigued by how light contributes to the feeling or how color changes a mood.
The Enigma Series was just an idea that came to me from comments about my work and the deeper sometimes hidden meaning in words and art. I find inspiration from people, places, past experiences and also from photographers such as
Lori Vrba and her
Piano Farm series,
Sally Mann’s At Twelve series and
Jack Spencer. There is an endless plethora of artists and photographers who inspire me endlessly on Instagram and Flickr.
I used hipstamatic for the original shot and edited in Icolorama. I don’t get too complicated with my editing these days as I have limited time. I’ve found that having a general idea in mind and less complicated editing gives me better direction with my art. Some people hate being called artists, others prefer the label photographer. I consider myself more an artist than photographer.
I feel my work starts in a photograph and ends with an unfinished story.
Thanks so much Giulia Macario for asking and allowing me to share my ideas on my work and thanks We Are Grryo for sharing my story.
by Jeff Kelley | May 26, 2015 | Jeff Kelley, Stories
photo by Eric Mueller
If you are as frequent a visitor to Instagram as I am, there is a good chance you’ve run across a colorful rainbow umbrella in your feed over the last several months. In addition, there’s a great chance that one of those umbrellas was originally started on its journey by Jill Emmer, also known as @shineonyoucraydiamond. I’ve seen a few other ‘traveling object’ projects (in fact, I’ve even been working on one of my own), but Jill’s is likely one of the most widespread and successful. I decided to have a chat with her to learn a little bit more about both her and the project. There are now approximately 400 photos of the umbrella in her #shineonyoucrayumbrella tag on Instagram; this conversation is interspersed with a few of her hand selected favorites.
photo by @hello__jo
Let’s start with the basics. Tell me a little bit about who you are and how you discovered Instagram.
I grew up as the “girl with a photo habit.” In grade school I remember bringing a little camera with me to field trips and family vacation. In college, I was the girl at the bar and college football games with a camera (pre-mobile phone cameras!) And a few years later, I became a proud member of the proverbial “mamarazzi” – using my kids as my subjects on a regular basis. So, photography has always been a love of mine. It wasn’t really an art form though. It was more a way of capturing a moment. My husband teases me about my obsession with “time and space” because I often say things like, “just a year ago he was crawling!” or, “I remember grandpa pulling bluegills off this pier one after another only a few short years ago. I wax nostalgic. I carpe diem. So… for most of my life, my photos never were about composition or symmetry, or anything like that. They were to capture those fleeting moments that make my heart sing or cry.
Then, a little over a year ago, I started a public Instagram account. I had a private one for a bit before that, but I noticed that none of my friends liked my more “artistic shots”… so I anonymously created my IG account and posted a few landscape and deer shots. I will never forget the excitement of a stranger liking one of my shots! It was beyond thrilling and it gave me a bit of courage to continue to share photos.
photo by @smallmoves
After that I started to make random friends from all over the world, and suddenly, I didn’t feel so anonymous anymore. I was becoming a part of a community! It took me SIX months to tell my old, non-instagram friends about my new friends and the new world I was actively participating in! By then, I had strong friendships, a healthy following and a wee bit of confidence.
So, as you can imagine, my Instagram friends mean the world to me. Without their encouragement I would never have had the courage to share my photos. Thanks to their support I am pretty much bursting with ideas and creativity! It is just so fun!
So what inspired you to start mailing an umbrella off to random people?The traveling umbrella started after a number of Instagram friends asked me where they could buy a similar umbrella. So I mailed mine to them! It really made my heart soar to see a little part of me in their hands. It became a physical way to link “virtual” friends from all over the world. It truly makes my heart sing to see my friends with my umbrella. This project seems to be the perfect bridge between my artistic side and that sentimental, nostalgic side I’ve always had.Little by little, the list of people who wanted the umbrella grew, and my simple act of mailing it turned into a full fledged global project. I now have several hundred people interested in the umbrella – instagrammers from all over the world – and 7 umbrellas are out there right now! At this moment, [May, 2015] there’s one in Minnesota, San Francisco, Boston, Australia, Rome, London and Malaysia.
What’s been your favorite aspect of this project? Anything that surprised you about it?
I am torn! I have two favorite aspects of my umbrella project!
First, I love the connection it has given me to other people on Instagram. It has given me a physical connection with dear friends. A perfect physical representation of our mutual love of creativity, community and the art of photography. Many new friendships have been created because of this project. People usually get to “meet” the next person they pass the brella on to. It gives me great joy to see beloved friends from all over the world with the umbrella in their hands. People are now starting to recognize the umbrella in different countries!
Secondly I love the wanderlust. I love the notion that this big bright rainbow umbrella is living a glamorous life as a world traveler. Something I have always dreamt of. Since I can’t travel the world right now, at least my umbrella can! Many times when people receive the umbrella, they use it to show off the area they live in. It has been near a red telephone booth in London, adding color to Times Square, used as a prop at a world wide Instameet in Milan, Italy, glammed out in LA, snowboarding in the Catskills, taking a beach day on the Gold Coast in Australia, and alongside some beautifully colored walls in Malaysia.
photo by @golden2dew
Anything else you’d like to add?
Yes – I would like to tell you that I am looking to add on a charitable aspect to my project. So many well known instagrammers are signed up for this project, that I think it would be a great way for a company to get some exposure. I would like a company to sponsor the project (i.e. they pay for shipping or something, and then donate a bit to the charity I choose for each person that has the brella. In return, that company would be mentioned with each post.
I would love to find a company that would be willing to partner with me to help this traveling umbrella have a cause. It has connected us through our phones, through the mail and through our passions – I would like to see it connect us through our hearts as well.
If you would like to see Jill’s own photos, contact her about the umbrella, or if you are looking to sponsor this project, you can find her on
Instagram, or at her website,
Shine On Photos.
photo by Eric Mueller, model: Colleen
by Tommy Wallace | May 4, 2015 | Stories, You Are Grryo
Every Monday we ask our audience to share their stories with us on Instagram. We would love for you to join us and share what each photo says to you.
Photo Credit: Bobbie Prosser
Story Credit: Stephanie LePape
The estate thieves collected all items they deemed a suitable profit. The house, now abandoned hosted squatters. Beneath a pile of rubbish Daisy noticed something shiny. The morning light seemed to intentionally bring her attention to it. At first she met disappointment. Once more she’d go hungry. Yet gazing at this nameless portrait she found her thought drifting far beyond her destitute state. “Who was this man? What was his life? Why are we here? To live a short life only to find any memory of us buried amongst unwanted material. A forgotten remnant of a life lived -full of history that dies with the last surviving witness to it.” She felt motivated to pick herself up and out of this space. She was determined to make sense of this life -short lived and full of agitation. The weight of her travels proved light. A gold framed life of one who ignited her thoughts with purpose.
Photo Credit: Daniel Berman
Story Credit: Ness & Pam
Ness and Pam offered two wonderful stories. Ness had the idea of combining the two. Below find their individual tales followed by both blended together.
Ness’ Story
Never wear a T Shirt with a logo, or a pair of shoes that someone would remember; be in the background and remain inconspicuous. A successful undercover meeting requires not only a sense of timing, but also the understanding that even the smallest out of place gesture could blow their cover. Jake would stay sitting there for a while longer; the pass had been successful and he was fairly confident their activity was undetected – all the old boy had to do now was to make it to the hotel and the operation would be complete.
Pam’s Story
It’s easy to look out on the world when you’re young… inviting into your vision anything fate might throw at you. But after you’ve taken enough trips around the sun, and exited enough cemetery gates, you find yourself seeking a narrower focus. I don’t look too far ahead because I really don’t want to see what’s coming.
The Blended Story edited by Pam
The exchange was executed flawlessly even if the agents just seemed to get younger and younger, the old man thought. But this one was smooth, not over-eager as so many others that lacked years of experience often were. He imagined the kid behind him quietly observing the oblivious people around them enjoying the park. It’s easy to look out on the world when you’re young… inviting into your vision anything fate might throw at you. But after you’ve taken enough trips around the sun, and exited enough cemetery gates you find yourself seeking a narrower focus. I don’t look too far ahead because I really don’t want to see what’s coming. And what’s coming- well, no need to contemplate that. These feet know their way well enough.
Photo Credit: Natsuhiko Kakutani
Story Credit: Susan Peck
Zelda smoked her morning cig as she gazed down into her human terrarium. Looks like there’d been some trouble overnight. “Hmmph”, grumped Zelda to herself. Another hunting party to plan.
Photo Credit: Koichi
Story Credit: Anna Cox
She felt she had almost perfected the art of being a wallflower until Susan walked in. That boot wearing, burn your bra sass mouth could always out lean her.
by Giulia Macario | Apr 20, 2015 | 1000 Words, Featured Articles, Giulia Macario, Showcases, Stories
Grryo believes that mobile photographers/artists tell stories through the photographs/images and art that represents their families, their environment, themselves. This is important because of the level of communication that is portrayed in imaging today. We want to support the mobile arts community by having a place for artists to share, discuss, and critique (if requested by individual). These dialogues help the individuals and the community to grow. We look forward to you and your art. We thank you for your contribution to the mobile photography/arts community. Join us by tagging your images #wearegrryo or #grryo. We hope to see you there!
Trompe-l’oeil (to a place I can hide)
I shot this picture at the ‘Attentive Now’ light show by Gerry Hofstetter, on 03.12.2015 at Cité Internationale Universitaire in Paris.
A lot of pictures were projected onto the building walls but this eyes’ infinity was the most striking to me, and I focused on this child unintentionally echoing the statue that she pulled herself up on to look at the show. I was surprised by the way their silhouettes were looking so familiar sitting next to each other, both looking elsewhere while all these eyes and the show itself seemed to stare at them.
Living and non-living are mixed up in this scene where the omnipresence of the human’s image is mere window dressing. This picture is all about the look, in both senses of the word : how we look at things and what they look like. It wonders about the illusion of seeing reality and the chimera of human being ; so I consider it more like a trompe l’oeil.
instagram | tumblr
A message for Carlos
This piece was created while reading the book Life of Pi. I felt an enormous feeling to transmit the message written in there.
“You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.”
~ Yann Martel.
This picture was taken with iPhone 6 using the native Camera and edited with VintageScene, Image Blender and VSCOCam.
instagram | facebook
Lippen
Behind the story I made this photo or this photo series because my wife likes to use striking red lipstick, and it is very evocative of my eyes when I saw her, so, that’s where the initial idea emerged as a concept. And to make this photo more interesting, I’m planning to create a photo series with a different implementation on each photo.
For shooting and editing, first of all is the makeup of the models face, facial skin is covered with white paint, so that the red lips look more striking. After completion of makeup, I started taking pictures with ProCamera application. For editing to get the paint splash effect, I use IColorama. In addition I also use other applications for final editing like blending the image, sharpening, or changing color tone with Superimpose, VSCO Cam, PhotoPower, Afterlight and Phonto.
For the image title, Lippen is a German language, it means Bibir in Indonesia or lips in English. I used that word because I just like it.
instagram | flickr
9:13 PM “Tapas”
I shot this photo near the end of this year’s edition of the 24 Hour Project, an annual worldwide real-time street photography event. Over 2000 street photographers around the world participated this year, walking the streets of their cities and posting a new photo every hour from midnight to midnight on March 21st. For more info, please see their website 24hourproject.org, or, instagram.
This is one of my favorite shots of the day. I had been shooting about 15 hours straight when we found ourselves in the West Village in NYC. We’d lost the light, making it more challenging to find the hour’s photo. I had noticed the marbled glass of this restaurant’s windows earlier and had spent some time trying to capture a different couple at a different table to no avail. Wandering about within the half-block radius (as the day goes on, you tend to move less and less), I thankfully spied this couple and finally got the shot.
Saul Leiter’s work clearly trained my eye to see this shot, though referencing his work was not conscious; I saw the similarity only after, when several commenters pointed out this obvious inspiration. I shot the image using Oggl, with some very minor editing in Filterstorm.
instagram | flickr
Waiting
It’s a funny photo for me because I do so little in colour, but this one just screamed out to me of course. I was waiting at this Subway station so I was just looking for a few relaxed photos, and also found others waiting like me. I was lucky that one of my subjects decided to lean against the wall in the corner like that, sort of at the collection point of all the colours on the wall.
The tiles echo Toronto’s fantastic cultural diversity, and they actually form a mosaic of faces. If you get back far enough and squint you can see them. It’s quite clever really, because from most angles you don’t see that at all.
It’s always a good day when you can bag a photo before you’ve even started really shooting! Although I guess in fairness, who ever really stops?
instagram | twitter
Bird by Bird
Pure play. I love those nights when time stops and I can lose myself in this kind of creative flow. It all started with an image of a stray cat in Spain… and it turned into a whole new story.
I liked this new story, and when I found the words from Bird by Bird by Ann Lamott, it felt so right.
“Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time,
was trying to get a report written on birds that he’d had three months to write,
which was due the next day.
We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears,
surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books about birds,
immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead.
Then my father sat down beside him put his arm around my brother’s shoulder, and said,
“Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.”
This image is created by layering some old photos in Image Blender, iColorama and Repix.
instagram | flickr
The uncertainty principle, one thing secure, the rest in chaos
From an original pic by @another_eye using #mdpatterns by @motiondoom #decosketch and #unionapp
I’m interested in abstract art as it can have many interpretations, depending on the person viewing it.
I also had just been reading about quantum physics and the uncertainty principle and was intrigued that the more sure you became about one thing, the more other things became not so sure (or that was how I interpreted it)
When I saw this shape it looked strong and transformative, and I thought it could show how circles, entering through the eye of perception, could maybe become less certain and chaotic and so it is with many truths’.
instagram | google+
Brighter
The brightest lights tend cover the darkest of truths. A moments respite. Curtains and catharsis.
She makes Promises —
bright, sparkly, glittering things —
and sets them up in a row along
the horizon sun of a
brand new day.
~ Teagan @r_s_tea
instagram
by Anna Cox | Apr 13, 2015 | Featured Articles, Showcases, Stories, Storyteller
Every Monday we ask our audience to share their stories with us on instagram. We would love for you to join us and share what each photo says to you.
Photo Credit: Meredith Winn
Story Credit: Tommy Wallace
Times had been hard in the little family shop on 9th street in South Philly. No one seemed to appreciate the deep resonating tones of the tubas his brother refurbished anymore. That meant the family was cutting corners any way they could. So on an unusually hot night in September the decision had been made. Roberto, as the oldest, knew he would be the one to take the old renovated bus behind the shop, load it with all the big horns it could hold and travel from town to town, peddling his instruments. Taking I-95 all the way to Miami he had stopped here and there in big cities and small towns and was now on the way back home. He had learned some things while out on the road: eat more than you can at cheap buffets, be careful who you trust, you can take free showers at public health centers, and you should never take family for granted. Now it was almost Christmas and he had one tuba left. It would be a hard one for him to sell. He was only about 200 miles from home and in Fredericksburg, Va. Open for business for only an hour, it began to snow. He was glad and began to smile, because he took it as a sign to keep the last tuba. This horn was the one he had played growing up as a boy and as a most precious gift, it would now be handed down to his son, Roberto, Jr.
Photo Credit: Joe Montoya
Story Credit: Kelly Rogers
After many years of being a slave to the masses, Santa packs it in and moves to SoCal. After many failed attempts at trying to make friends with the local surfers he decides to pack up his pet crab and head north.
Photo credit: Francesco
Story credit: Susan Peck
Franco’s back was hurting worse than usual today. Stress, for certain, but today his back was complaining even before Franco climbed the 4 flights of stairs to the room that had been his office, his place of work for the past 4 decades. The empty box in his hand already felt weighted by the books, papers and assorted detritus he was about to fill it with. His boss, a man young enough to be Franco’s son’s son, had just told him to clear it all out – today. A grown man’s entire career, reduced to a jumble of piles of files. Jumbled like Franco’s feelings, his thoughts, and in ruins like his life. “How did I get here?” he asked himself, as he reached the bottom of the stairway that had a path worn down by 40 years of his own footfalls.
Photo credit: Igor C.
Story credit: @grandreopening
When Ellsworth drifted off mid sentence, Bill and the fellas didn’t really notice, Ellsworth had a habit of it. Sometimes he’d stop gnawing on his customary bologna and mustard sandwich part way through a bite, the crust left to bob on his lip like a limp, over-chewed stoogie. Bill knew one day a seagull would swoop down and steal the damn crust before Ell ever got back to chomping. Goddamn, Bill yearned for the day. He was half tempted to bait the sidewalk just to get those birds worked up before Ol’ Ellsworth even opened his lunch pail. Today it wasn’t a slipping of well-worn mental gears that commanded the pause, Ellsworth was grinning like a goddamn Cheshire cat, eyes twinkling like daytime fireworks. Bill followed his gaze, soon the other fellas did too. Across the street in front of Maelene’s Hairport Mrs. Cheryl Tompkins stood at the curb, head tipped back shaking out her freshly blessed curls, her back arched back as it was, her majestic chest was displayed boldly up to heaven itself. It was common knowledge in at least a three county radius that Mrs. Cheryl Tomkins hadn’t worn a bra since 1971. It was equally well understood that were she to live to 127 her otherworldly large, firm breasts would likely never need one.
Photo credit: Veronica Hassell
Story credit: Ariana Trinneer
She paused for a second thinking of all she would leave behind … Knowing that the minute she stepped out the door, everything would change ….
by Giulia Macario | Mar 13, 2015 | 1000 Words, Featured Articles, Giulia Macario, Showcases, Stories
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The Handlers
Darren Nicholls
These two security personnel supply safe passage for an interstellar collective known as “the other people place” who dimension shift between alternate realities manipulating society for their own success and reaping the rewards throughout the ages via mass exploitation. To cut a long story short in our society they may go by the names of illuminati or jesuits aka secret societies……. print at your own risk.
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Let’s Play!
Mirko Saviane
I live in the province of Venice. Not too far from the beautiful island called Burano. I recently decided to start documenting life in this beautiful fishing village using a different approach from the past. I pay more attention to detail than the usual panoramic postcard, and I try to focus more on the connection between the locals and the unique architecture of this place. Then I started a series on the clothes lines in Burano (details) and a series of photos on everyday life in Burano (connections) – ‘Let’s play’ is a part of this.
The photo was taken at 12:22pm. I used vscocam (C5 preset) to make the light more soft and warm. I also used a new app by Pixite (shift) to emphasize the light. I usually try to focus on a single subject: I like simple and effective images. That’s why I tried to keep this image, with a group as a subject, as clean as possible.
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When the Worlds Collide
Tuba Korhan
Our perception is not shaped with only our five senses but also by learning, memory, personal expectations and attention. Our beliefs or knowledge of the world affects our ways of seeing. So do we see what is really there?
The original photo was captured with the native camera of an iPhone5, which belongs to my Mannequin series.
While editing I used many apps such as Snapseed, Repix, Deco Sketch. I uploaded the edited photo to AddLib app, which automatically generates three different images. The colliding spheres reminded me the dilemma of perception. I edited the text in the app to resemble the four dimensions – time and space. Then I used one of my favorite formulas in Mextures to achieve the final image.
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Walking Angel
Kate Trafeli
This image captured both a feeling and a moment in time. It was the proverbial dark and stormy night and the cold weather matched my own sombre mood after a long day with numerous obstacles that I couldn’t seem to overcome; I was taking the long way home to clear my head. I try not to take for granted the many beautiful small moments and places here in my adopted land (Italy) even when feeling very ‘blue’. When I heard footsteps and saw a young woman walking ahead of me, I hurriedly took this photograph with my phone.
In looking at the picture later that night I was struck by the feeling of movement, the illusion her arms made of wings and the way the archway and the light framed the composition. I tried to highlight these elements and the feeling of mystery such a moment creates. To me this picture is about how one’s perspective can change–well, if not everything– “enough”. Like Jimmy Page allegedly once said: ‘I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing’. Aren’t we all?
I shot it with the Camera+ app (it tends to do fairly well even at night), and then edited it at home later that evening using the Stackables, Effexy and Filterstorm apps.
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The First Night of Carnival
Steven A.J. Beijer
The first night of carnival in Barcelona, accompanied by drums, people dressed as giants, singing children, masks and of course plenty of ear-shattering fireworks.
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