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‘Fishing in the abyss’ by George Pavlopoulos
I grew up next to the sea and I felt that I had everything: an endless summer, the song of the cicadas, a bunch of faces that refused to grow old and the taste of watermelon under the pine trees. The sea resembled an uncultivated field, where childhood was constantly...
Sea spray, Walk along the Sea by Tiphaine
Rainy day in Saint-Malo, Brittany, French West Coast. Cloudy sky. Sea spray. Soft and salty droplets carried by the wind. Walk by the sea on a rainy day and smell the perfume of the sea. The Ocean breeze. Sometimes umbrellas are open. Dark or light spots sprinkled in...
The Female Gaze in Street Photography by Lauren Louise
While perusing my photographs from the last year, I was surprised to notice that I had started photographing women much more often than men. But not just women in general, it was women who seemed to be preoccupied or burdened by something, suspended in their own quiet...
The Instagram #StorytellerCircle
Each week, on Mondays, we challenge our Instagram community with a story prompt. Here is how it works:
We select a photo from our #wearegrryo hashtag and post it to the @wearegrryo account.
You can add a story in 1-2 sentences in the comments. The best gets a feature here on our website.
Good Luck!
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Lumenaire and the Celebration of Youth
I was more or less a novice on Instagram two years ago, and I can still remember that jaw-dropping feeling when I came across @lumenaire’s account: a guy was sitting as a king on a purple sofa, with a girl lying on another sofa in the background, with her legs artfully saying “Hi!”. Viewing the scene and its elegant composition, the gorgeous staging and the vibrant colours– I was in awe.
The Storytellers Vol. 7
The evening had begun to cool off as a breeze from the inlet moved slowly up the streets toward the top of the hill where the mansion sat. “I was just a young man when I came to this island. Now, I am old,” Luther said aloud.
Finding Your Lost Creativity
Are we all born with the sense of creativity? Or is it truly a gift that is bestowed upon only a lucky few at birth? This question has recently commanded my attention. Teaching various levels of digital photography at a community college to a broad spectrum of ages, races, and economic statuses, I often hear people say, “I don’t have a creative bone in my body.” Or, “I’m not creative.” “I can’t think of ideas. I’m not artsy. I can’t see things in a creative light.”
The Challenge Of Twitter Poetry
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.
1000 Words, Instagram Showcase : June
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.
A Note to a Father
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.
The Making of Christina River Blues
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.
The Storytellers Vol. 6
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.
The Moments We Capture by Alireza Sheshmani
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.