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Most recently published stories in Photography.

Mirrors of Memory
In this section we will look at how our memories are transformed through speech and how they affect the process of remembering and forgetting. As an example I will use a very unique case, the work of Lindsay Seers, whose memory went through a very unusual process.
By Petra Kubisova5 years ago in Photography
Mirrors of Memory
If I cannot recall memories of my mother, I experience a feeling of mourning. As if remembering is a responsibility even though I wonder how much of our memory is actually selective.
By Petra Kubisova5 years ago in Photography
The calm before the storm
They say never ever mistake her silence for weakness, and to remember that sometimes the air stills before the onset of a hurricane.
By Jonnathan kabamba5 years ago in Photography
Mirrors of Memory
‘HER VOICE, WHICH I KNOW SO WELL’ This photographic installation uses the image of my mother and sister. The inspiration for the title came from Roland Barthes’ Mourning Diary, 1977, where he mourns his dead mother and approaches the question of ethical forgetting which he metaphorically terms ‘a localized deafness’.
By Petra Kubisova5 years ago in Photography
Force of Nature
Picture a force of nature. A jeweled dew droplet resting in a tiny fern I’d wager the first thing that popped into your head is some indomitable elemental power: crashing waves, raging wildfires, snowstorms that bury cities? After all, these are the forces of nature popularized in every disaster movie: grand, elegant spectacles over which humans must triumph.
By Alex OT5 years ago in Photography
Eternal Youth in The Lights of Adventure
My whole life my family never really went on vacations. We were +low income but not completely poor. Every year we would go to the county fair and I would always have so much fun looking at the animals and attractions while eating greasy food. My favorite part was obviously the rides as I am a thrill freak and nothing will ever beat the amazing view of seeing the place at night. When the sun goes down and the lights come out there is a whole new experience filled with magic as if the night would never end. Whether I was with friends or by myself I found myself sprinting from ride to ride to try and get the most out before we had to leave.
By Zack Blaisdell6 years ago in Photography
New York New York
I choose this image for the Outdoor Challenge Contest as being a resident of New York City for the last 9 years this is my outdoors.
By Neil Andrews6 years ago in Photography
A Peaceful World
Life is like a camera. Focus on what’s important, capture the good moments, develop from the negative, and if things don’t work out take another shot. My high school Digital Photography teacher, Mrs. Licata gave me a framed photo with this quote, and it stands on my night stand every night. Once I say this photo contest, I knew this was the right time to put my best foot forward!
By Anastasia Karyczak6 years ago in Photography
A blossoming daisy
My photography journey began while living in east Tennessee, where there is an abundance of trees everywhere you look. The green of the grass and trees, the baby blue sky and country sites with hay rolls on long stretched out fields. Really not much to do if you do not have a farm to tend to. It is a peaceful place to live.
By Tere Medina6 years ago in Photography
Where My Demons Hide
This picture represents me giving up the things I thought that were essential for me but have only weighed me down throughout my time having them. I used to think that I should never forget about the past, I should learn from them. So I collect memory items. Little objects that have significant meaning to me and it has become a problem is recent times because I have been holding on to intense memories from my past I associate with depression and suicide. I thought that just throwing them away would mean I am giving up the time period and the lessons that were taught. I learned about what it takes to be happy and I found the sort of self actualization that I would consider equivalent to “finding jesus” but in a non religious way.
By Zack Blaisdell6 years ago in Photography
Expect to get wet...
Oh don’t be fooled, it was a very wet and cold day! When I got offered to abseil down a waterfall, I didn’t think much off it. I assumed that I would only be getting my feet wet and maybe a splash in the face. Here in Melbourne, Australia the waterfalls aren’t that big. Or so I thought…
By Jarred Palanca6 years ago in Photography
A Call into a Chilly Fall
My brother had found me that day crying. I was surrounded by boxes in the new room he so kindly let me stay in. I had just lost my high school sweetheart and the child we accidentally created. He patiently sat on the bed and let me howl about how worthless and lost I felt and about how much I wanted to give up. He gave me a few minutes to calm down and said, “ Grab your camera, Gab. Let’s go on a walk.” It took me a minute to find my old yearbook camera, I finally found it buried in an old box I honestly forgot about.
By Gabby Page6 years ago in Photography