The New Street Photographer's ManifestoFebruary 7, 2013/by techgnotic
Street photographer Henri Cartier-Bresson called it the “decisive moment”— the captured instant when all the photograph’s elements come together to tell a story in a way a text narrative of thousands of words could never begin to. It is what hooks people, both practitioners and advocate-devotees, on the art form. It is uniquely completely immersive in life— step out into the streets— in which the moment of artistic epiphany can never be guessed at until it suddenly happens. When it is properly mastered, it is as pure as the dawn of each new day, as true as the living organism of a teeming street scene catching a breath as one.
It's no easy task to pull a book together for publication and "The New Street Pho
Mold Greg was cleaning behind his toilet on a Friday when a voice came from within the wall.Mold3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Hey!" the voice said. "Look, I give, all right? I'm coming out!" Greg watched as a stream of black-and-white goo poured out of a crack near where he'd been scrubbing. It smelled of mildew, and, when enough of it came out, formed itself into the shape of a man.
"What are you?" Greg asked, looking up at its globby face.
"I'm the mold that lived behind your toilet," it said, "and I'm here to be your friend."
"Because I didn't develop self-awareness without reason, and you're a loser who cleans his bathroom on a Friday. Get your keys; we're going to the park."
Greg drove. They went to the basketball courts and the mold won in one-on-one against Greg. Twice.
"You need to exercise more," it said. "
Why Spirit Day Is Not EnoughPrefaceWhy Spirit Day Is Not Enough4 years ago in Editorial More Like This
This essay was written in October of 2010 after DeviantART released this article supporting the Spirit Day movement to bring awareness to LGBT bullying.
I wrote it because there were so many comments on the official article that were defaming to one group or another that I felt the true issue had been lost in the rhetoric. The point of Spirit Day is to show solidarity and compassion for your fellow human beings. Not gay or straight or ill or handicapped - those categories don't matter. We're just humans, each flawed and each perfect. Spirit Day was an attempt to remind us of that.
I was confronted with two major arguments to this editorial in the original posting. One was that singling out LGBT suicides meant that I was putting more importance on that group than any other. For the purpose of the article, I suppose that's true. Spirit Day focused on LGBT issues, so the article (
Strawberries in the WinterMy momma once said that it was impossible-Strawberries in the Winter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That trying to grow strawberries
In a room that murdered light
Was like telling a girl to live without love
Or demanding a fish to breathe midair.
Still, a week later
A pot of dirt found its home
On a desk in that room,
Daring to flirt with the color green.
Everyday a lamp was hit,
Life support was turned on,
And Thoreau was born to fight.
I told myself,
No more would the fat guy need surgery
Just to blend into an ocean of hypocrites
That would tide in and out of his “in security”.
No more would the nerd girl
Need tights that cut her once living legs
Because the boy she’s been watching
Only likes ladies that cost him a dollar,
Possibly fifty cents more
For something he can tell his friends.
No more would the emo boy
Take out wet stained knives
Because people don’t understand that once
A loved one has their face smashed
-Broken against a pavement-
It’s a little bit harder to feel your heart
And all you want is a si
Why I Laughed at His FuneralWas dull, as funeralsWhy I Laughed at His Funeral2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was nothing I could help, the sound of it
left me. And in the moving crowd of black
around collars and scarves and
the formless grays of our town
, bowel movement of black,
broken by a laugh, then two, then
a whole cascade. Who is to say
I wasn’t mad from knowing the truth
or wanting to, not knowing enough?
Bobby Sweethouse died
throwing himself off the school roof.
His mother was the first to collect his remains,
ashamed almost to see
all the mess her boy had made.
Many of my friends had said,
he deserved this for being a queer,
or something along those lines, I’m sure
they could pull whatever they wanted
from a long checklist of things to say,
or spit, or hurl. Words, after all, like these
are pre-prepared, ahead of time.
It wasn’t his fault for being outted.
Or born here, where the cruel earth fought
to make flowers shoot from the ground
only to be crushed by the lightning of words,
sneers, and stares.
I’d like to think he wasn
Shallow WaterIt was just a little kiddie pool in the backyard, unlovely pink-and-yellow plastic under the hot summer sun. But on those nights when Mom came home from the swing shift tired and met Daddy sitting in the kitchen angry, it was Amy’s only sanctuary.Shallow Water2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She wasn’t a sound sleeper. Her parents still talked about how it had taken her infant self six months to sleep more than two or three hours at a time. During the school year, when her life was full of classes and friends and sports, it was easier to drop off, but summer nights were always more difficult. They were hotter, for one thing, and the long, indolent, inactive days often left her feeling too tired to sleep.
But mostly, it was because her parents had their arguments at night, right when Mom got back from the station. Daddy would send Amy to bed -- or at least her room, to pretend to sleep -- hours before. Then he would wait, sitting at the kitchen table and facing the door like a judge, hands folded in front of him
Shugo Chara- Sick Day 6Amu caught her breath and sat with her knees up to her chest. She leaned her head back on her bedroom door and stared at the ceiling, worried. "Ikuto isn't getting better " she thought, resting her chin on her bare knees. Tears began to well up from inside of her and she sniffled softly as the forming tears got bigger. Before they could spill over, she heard her mother walk into the house and put all the groceries on the table so she lifted her head and looked towards the bottom of the stairs. She blinked away her tears and then rubbed the remaining water droplets on to her sleeves before standing up and proceeding down the stairs. She walked into the kitchen silently while her mother was putting all the groceries away, staring at her while she walked around the room. Midori turned towards the doorway and saw her daughter standing there and she walked over to her after closing the cabinet doors. She knelt down to her daughter's height and felt her forehead with anticipation. "Amu&Shugo Chara- Sick Day 65 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
lost.Wandering,lost.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
waiting for your voice to
reach out for mine.
Fingertips of satin,
caressing the confines of my
whispering a thousand constellations to my waning sanity.
Promises upon promises,
mosaic labyrinths etched into mutilated
Trembling lips — July's blasphemous sun
lingering above December's intangible moon,
and these looking-glass limbs scream for your
tongue to shatter me into one million
Rose eyelashes; iron thorns and liquid petals
flutter open to the dull luster of our
and in the end, your nebula fades away
in the disintegrating morning, just like my [heart] broken
Amuto Highschool chapter 6After LunchAmuto Highschool chapter 66 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After finding a reason to be excused from the table, leaving that awkward conversation with Ikuto, I headed towards the back of the school to face the cheerleaders. I better get this over with. I was there first. I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes, thinking about today.
"So you showed up." A voice said, waking me from my daydreams. There was the whole cheerleading team here.
"Yes, I did. So what do you want from me?" I asked, but I was pretty sure that I knew what they wanted.
"I want to confirm that you and Ikuto are officially over." The head cheerleader told me. That statement angered me, for some reason.
"And if we aren't??" Wait, what was I saying? Wasn't I going to tell them we were over?
"Then there will be some consequences."
"Hmmm. I don't think there will be any consequences for Amu but maybe for you guys." Ikuto had appeared. He walked up to me and intertwined our fingers. He faced them, as he spoke, "If you will never hurt her, even if it was just a scra
watch it fallYour name is John Egbert. You are a hardened veteran of the game SBURB. You have since found yourself waking up anew on your thirteenth birthday and, through pesterchum, have stood by your friends as you all built your lives back up. No one else has any recollection of the Game. You like to pretend it was just a dream, that it didn't affect you. That it wasn't real.watch it fall2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But you know it's a lie. You know it's all a lie and nothing drives it home harder than the night you hear the tapping at your window.
At first you passed it off -oh, you thought, it's just the breeze blowing the tree branches.- but as it went on you began to grow uneasy. You still had a sense of sorts; you knew when the wind was blowing and this wasn't it. You hesitantly rolled over and your eyes grew wide at what you saw.
Falling over yourself, your blanket and your messy bedroom floor, you throw the window open. There he is, there is the boy that had enraptured you so before all of this. He is
To all the photography lovers out there.Have a look at this short selection of Leonard Freed's New York City Police work (1972-1979).To all the photography lovers out there.2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
And do not forget to keep browsing through magnumphotos.com, where you find gems like these below.
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001. beginnings.Beginnings are vague things. Quite often you can't pin them down to one event you have to trawl back further and further through foggy past, peeling apart what ifs and untangling strands of memories.001. beginnings.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eventually one has to go all the way back to the start of the universe, and that's a question even the experts have to shrug their shoulders at. It's not like you can plug it into a calculator and come out with a balanced algorithm. At least, not yet.
But it is true that sometimes you can fasten down an occurrence or a moment or even just a single breath, like sticking a thumbtack through a dead butterfly, and label it as a 'beginning' in your mind. Identifying that one moment makes us feel secure, like maybe it was destined to happen instead of just being a random sequence of events that fed off each other and tripped over each other and eventually fell like dominoes to the unlikely conclusion.
Cvusscha Mistbane has pinned down a moment. Of course she knows that there are plenty of
Only~ Part 1You watch. You keep silent. You don't say a word.Only~ Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This is what you always do. You don't have the guts to change anything; you don't have the guts to ruin your best motherfucking friend's happiness.
And if being with Dave Strider makes Karkat happy, you will endure.
He's your moirail, not your matesprit. You need to get that through your thick think pan cushion. Karkat will never feel flushed for you like you do him. At least you fill one of his quadrants instead of not any, kind of like Eridan. That pathetic talking fish
You started to keep tabs on Karkat's love life. You feel a little like Nepeta, knowing who's dating who and such. The only thing different is you really don't give a fuck about anyone else, just your Karkat. You knew of when the Cancer asked the John human to be his kismesis and was turned down because Egbert wasn't a 'Homosexual', whatever that is. Karkat had come crying to you, and you had sat him in your lap in the horn pile, stroking him and shooshing him. He
Just Sing chap. 2SchitsoManiac: hey people guess who's back!!Just Sing chap. 25 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ikuto: great, finally...
SchitsoManiac: oh shut up, no one asked you!
Ikuto: *mutters* bitch...
SchitsoManiac: what was that!!?
SchitsoManiac: *still eyeing Ikuto suspiciously* you're lucky I don't beat you with a stick...aaaaaanyhoo, I would like to thank YuuYuukai, Azn-Duckii, MaddiLuvsYou, Mekofox, and sakura28 for the reviews! you guys make me feel so loved, and for that, you all get hugs from Ikuto!!
Ikuto: hey I never agreed to that!!
SchitsoManiac: since when did you get to agree to anything, slave!? now go hug the reviewers!! *picks up Ikuto and throws him at reviewers*
Ikuto: *being attacked by screaming fangirl reviewers*
SchitsoManiac: ehehe, while they're doing that, I'll have to find a substitute disclaimer person...hmmm...AMUUUUU!!
SchitsoManiac: do the disclaimer please
Amu: but I hate doing the disclaimer, and what about Ikuto, isn't he your normal disclaimer person?
SchitsoManiac: -_-' ehehe yeah
Could you love me? Chapter 3"You were going to force me, John. You were going to make me love you. How were you expecting a person to react to that? You don't get it, do you? I'm the slave and you're the master. I'm the thing that is almost human but at the same time I'm not. I can't shake the feeling that I would die without you. I love you, master. I love you, John." Karkat took in a deep breath. He was never going to be that person that he was before again. He loved John and he needed to stay true to himself. What was left of it anyway.Could you love me? Chapter 32 years ago in Romance More Like This
John didn't know how to react. He was doing more harm than good and it was paining Karkat. " I love you too. I was going to force you but I didn't want you to even think about saying no to me. The thing that you don't get is that, I'm not even human. I'm a fucking vampire. I have my own instincts. Karkat you have to understand that I would die without you too. I don't care if I'm your master and you're the slave because to me, your just Karkat and I'm John." There was a t
sound of your voiceYour name is Dave Strider. You are currently in your room, limbs sprawled across your bed and arm resting over your eyes. Your shades stand faithfully by, ready to go at a moment's notice.sound of your voice2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You sigh and press the End Call button on your cell.
A few moments pass and you find your thumb rolling over the familiar keys again; typing in a number you know all too well.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
Only the answering macine.
You bring your hand up to rub your face. You can't believe him. You had talked about this- he had promised when you started dating that he wouldn't do this.
Dial. Ring. Answering machine.
Irritation wells up in the pit of your stomach. He promised. He promised it over and over because you made him and yet he still did this. Still broke his promise. Still hurt you.
You have reached "Karkat Vantas".
His tone is angry and usually it cutting in so aburptly after the calm automated voice of his phone makes you chuckle. Today, however, it makes you sick.
Convenience Ducky Short usually avoided using 'convenience' stores. The floors were always grimy, the lighting was too dim for his tired veiny eyes, and the cashiers never spoke more than five words of English. But the thing that irked him most was how every one of them put the Ho-Hos on the very bottom shelf, and every time he would have to find a way to maneuver his long body and old rusty joints into a crouch just so he could reach them.Convenience3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He had been struck with a Ho-Ho craving as he was walking by, and since the only store nearby was a tiny convience store, he had no choice but to go in and claim his cakes. There was no controlling this sort of thing. 'Happy Ho Ho emergencies', his mother used to call them, God rest her soul.
But Ducky hadn't expected a different kind of emergency.
The bell on the door barely had time to jingle before it was drowned out by a frantic holler.
"Freeze, everybody! I've got a gun, so no messing around!"
Scary Movie Shugo Chara FanfictionScary Movie6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Amu is watching a scary movie when Ikuto decides to drop by. Will Amu send him away, or will she be so scared she'll ask him to stay? Basically Amuto fluff.
Amu sat shivering in her living room. The only light in the whole house was coming from the flickering television set in front of her. A discarded bowl of popcorn lay untouched on the table in front of her. She was sitting on the couch covered by a blanket, and hugging a pillow.
Her parents and Ami were gone, and she was home all alone. So why did she decided to watch this movie? Of all the movies on earth she just had to pick this one, didnt she?
A girl screamed in the movie, and Amu screamed along with them, burying her head into the pillow on the couch as if it could make her forget the scene she just saw.
Someone laughed behind Amu and she automatically straightened up in fright and threw the first thing she got her hands on at them.
Ouch, a pillo
Karkat and the Diamonds Part 2As the show came back on, Rose had gotten a little comfier. A cup of tea in her hand as she watched.Karkat and the Diamonds Part 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
“Now, Dave how would you say Karkat’s addiction has impacted you as a person? Also, how does it make you feel?” The woman was now talking to Dave, her voice just as crisp as before.
“At first, I admit that it was funny as hell but now it’s just annoying as fuck. How do you live with a troll who thinks they’re the incarnate of a Welsh singer? It’s made my cool outlook on life just the slightest bit cracked. Slightest because I never lose my cool.” Rose giggled as in the next five minutes, Dave’s “cool composure” disappeared. He was crying and very much so, “losing his cool”.
“It’s horrible.” Dave gurgled. “He makes me listen to him every time. Every fucking time.”
“Mr. Strider, please calm down.” The woman sighed. “Let us give you some time to get control over you
Chapter 1 : I 'm sorryYour heart pounded in your chest as you ran. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you turned a corner.Chapter 1 : I 'm sorry2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
You glanced wildly around. “John!” you scream.
“Karkat…help me!” he screamed again, his voice echoing across the walls.
You run around another corner and almost slam into a wall. You whip around and run back the way you came. Another scream, louder this time. You run faster as you went deeper in the maze. John screamed again. It sounded closer. “Hold on John!” you cry as you turned another corner. The world seemed to spin as you slipped and fell. You curse but stopped as you stared in horror at your hands. Dark red blood coated them. There was a trail of blood winding on the floor. John’s blood. It looked like he was dragged…but by whom?
John‘s cry snapped you out of you trance. “I’m coming John. Hold on!”You scrambled back up and raced through the maze fol
an exercise in giving upI don’t know what I’m doing in this place.an exercise in giving up1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My bones ache to take me away – to take me anywhere but here. But my heart remembers this place and its beat is racing, pumping blood into the far corners of my body, making my limbs too heavy to move. But I want to leave so badly, with every part of my being, but the one. My heart still belongs here…even after all these years.
I don’t remember the last time I saw your face.
But I can tell you that I still hear your voice in my dreams. In the deepest of sleeps, you’re still alive inside of me, deep within the folds of my heart, the dark spaces of my imagination. You’re alive there, even though I know nothing of where you are in reality. I know nothing of you anymore. Maybe that’s for the better. Maybe. Maybe.
I can’t recall the first time that I heard time will make it better.
But I do know that my mom repeats it to me every Saturday when I go to visit her in that old house that’s fu
drabbleYour name is Crabdadsprite. It has been exactly a sweep and a half since you last saw your wriggler.drabble2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You still remember the day you were summoned to the caverns; the day you first saw him. He was so little and vivid amongst his peers. You remember scooping him up in your large claws and the way he slid down inside of them, mewling and gurgling as he gazed up at you with big, grey eyes. He had been so small, so delicate.
As the sweeps pass you had watched him grow up. Slowly aging, slowly drifting. You remember the day he traded his wriggler scratchers for his own two feet; the day his horns began to really grow in; the day he learned his first swear. The boy had a mouth on him, but you never minded.
No, that wasn't accurate. You minded a whole hell of a lot. The two of you would go at it like no others, but it could only last so long before he would come to you, tear stained and ruffled, sobbing something about a nightmare. They had always been the worst.
You remember the first time he
For Some Reason I Think HomeHe staggered to the ruins, soaked with sweat. Blood dripped into his eyes in crimson rivulets. It was over. He was home now. Fatigue and nostalgia meshed together in a haze of memories and reality. The thick clouds above him blurring and molding together into a dreary gray sky matched his mood.For Some Reason I Think Home2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
How long had it been since he had seen this place: Weeks, months, ages? He ran his hand over the remains of a house wall. The craggy mortar and soft moss beneath his fingers seemed strange. Had this been his home? The toppled chimney behind him was growing a wild garden in the fireplace. Was this really home?
It had been a long journey, there and back again. He had fought and even loved it at times. He had the scars to prove it. He squeezed his arm tighter. More blood seeped through his fingers. The last battle that plagued him was finally over. Disapproval was the only thing that had spared him. The dense air popped his ears, muffling everything but his thoughts.
He ground his teeth at the memo
Hunger painsKarkat's stomach hurt like fuck. He had eaten little breakfest and his stomach let out a fearsome growl.Hunger pains2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Fuck you!" Karkat scolded his stomach.
"Oh but it is I who will be fucking you." John walked in and joked. He had baked a cake and it was in his hands on a plate. Karkat looked at the cake and drooled. Spit dripping down to his chin.
"Fuck. John. I'm soooooo hungry. Give me that cake. Please? I need to devour that motherfucker." Karkat groaned a complaint.
"Ah. Ah. Ah. Karkat, you can't just eat this cake. You need to savor it. It tastes sooooo good." John retorted.
"No. John. Give me the fucking cake." Karkat yelled.
"No." At that point, Karkat tackled John, landing on top of John while getting a faceful of cake. Karkat licked some of the frosting on his lips. "Mmm. John. This tastes so fucking good." Karkat sounded pleased.
"Ugh. It's everywhere. It made your hair sticky and white. Ugh. It's in my hair too. This was such a great day to use white frosting."
What Seperates the E's from the Striders"Dave!"What Seperates the E's from the Striders3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"He's not going to help you, I'm afraid, Johnny-boy!"
"He's quite tied up at the moment, I'm afraid it you will be long gone by the time he gets here!"
Each cry was made futile by strong bouts of laughter and sputtered pleas for mercy. Yep, Dave was staying firmly planted on the couch. Phineas and Ferb was definitely worth watching, more so than saving John from his fate at Jake's hands. Oh, Ferb, if only you knew how cool and utterly ironic you were. Practically a Strider.
"He'll never find you now, boy! Give up!"
Sighing, Dave heaved himself from the ratty old curb couch and easily flashstepped his way to the doorway of Bro's bedroom. As usual, the place was a wreck, smuppets and clothing belonging to each of the four men strewn across the ground. There was quite a delectable sight amongst this mess, though, a heated scuffle between the bespectacled half of their quad-amory. Jake had quite obviously