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Overlake Christian Church took a trip down to DreamCenter in LA to do some work.
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Grab Battery, Insert, Turn on, Switch to Manual, Adjust Eye Diopter, Point, Shoot, Realize it looks terrible, Adjust Exposure, Adjust White Balance, Shoot, Adjust ISO, Increase ISO by 32,000, SUPER VINTAGE, Take it back down to ISO 320, Shoot, Adjust Cropping of photo, Shoot, Tell person whom you are shooting to look better, Shoot again, Adjust for exposure change, Increase Shutter Speed, Shoot, Realize that you have no memory card, insert memory card, shoot, adjust, smile at picture you just took, delete it, do better, crop more, zoom in, NO…Zoom out, adjust shutter, adjust ISO, F1.8, BOKAH!!!, Switch lens, 50mm, Perfect, adjust, walk away, strut back, take pictures like a fierce photographer, add flash, LOL SIKE NO ONE USES BUILT IN FLASH, take memory card out, put in computer, load up LightRoom, dance party while loading, import pictures, edit pictures, exposure up +2, Contrast +25-30, Saturation…LOL, Sharpness up +15, Whites +10, Black +10, Highlights +5, Shadows +5, Watch those high ends, Cool the picture, Vignetting -15, Done.
Reblogged from timelessevocator
Brazilian model Alexandre Cunha was paired with a three-year-old moptop to showcase Smalto’s matching child-sized and adult tuxedos. Unfortunately, while the pressure of performing didn’t faze the buff Brazilian, his partner broke down in tears as they were striding the catwalk:
Once, I was supposed to close a show with a 3-year-old kid and we both had matching outfits. During rehearsal, everything went as planned, but on the day of the show he started crying halfway down the runway, so in my head I thought, “What am I supposed to do?!” I ended up picking him up and I carried him to the end of the runway.
awwww
aww aw awawwaw
10000 man points awww :’)
Thats how we brazilians do things!
(Source: greyships)
Reblogged from houseboatslove
Tonight, I feel sad for our generation.
Over the past few days, and maybe for quite some time before that, I have been feeling strange. I couldn’t really put my finger on why, and might still not fully be able to, but I think I am beginning to pull out some roots. My hands are muddy, my heart…
My thoughts lately.
Art of Manliness
Women aren’t the only ones who are told how they should look. Men, from the very first days of life, have been told what to be; how to act; what to feel. And like most men He was told what he needed to be. Guns, Cars, Women, and Arms THESE are what make a man. But you see he has never held a gun. And for that he has been told he isn’t a man for REAL men own guns or at least know how to use one. And while his friends talk about Cars he simply looks down hoping they don’t notice from afar, the pain of not knowing that causes another scar. While they talk about their girls or the ones they’ve slept with he wishes he’d done the same. Not for sexual pleasure or the butterflies in ones stomach, but rather for the thought of knowing someone is there, don’t tell me that making a wrong decision with someone is worse than being alone. Tv makes him even lonelier. He sees how this world glorifies the human body; how we have made it a game and girls made it a hobby. “Girls Aren’t visual” he says trying to be convincing but the fact that girls are just as visual as he is like that of a bee sting and sends his emotions on a swing. He is told that his muscles are what define him and if he isn’t defined then that’s somehow a sin. But no, he has done no wrong. The only wrong he has committed is the fact that it took him so long to realize he IS A MAN. He may have never handled a gun but he has a whole arsenal at his fingertips. Weapons of mass creation that promote the damnation of any idea and creation as they are sent to the cutting block of ideas and executed in the form of art for your eyes sensation; don’t tell me this man has never fired a Gun. And he may not know much about Cars but he has a heart; one that will last longer than any car out there. His heart pumps diesel for its his own engine, fueled by passion and looks like an easel. With the most intricate desires drawn on the face of his heart he waits for the perfect girl who is the perfect little thief right from the start. She will steal something that he will only allow to one and in the quickness of it all his insecurities will become undone. As he is able to share his most intricate details he feels security and warmth. For once he will feel the hand of another; the subtle lips against his; the interlocking finger; the love. And the lies he’s been told about his body will disappear like forgotten memories. He will look at his life and see the day needs to be seized. He will let go, loosen his grip on the lies hes been told and calm down. He will be confident. He will press on for that’s what real men do. He will know that he is his own man and no one can tell him otherwise. He will take a stand break away from what society tells men how they should look, act, and feel. Despite what people tell him he is a man.
Maybe being a man doesn’t mean you like cars, or hunting, or sports; Maybe its more realizing where you want to go and how you’re going to get there. Manliness cant be defined by one person or a group of people. Manliness is defined differently for each person. Yes, I use Pinterest daily. Yes I care more about my clothes and hair than most. No, I have never had a girlfriend and No, Im not interested in sports. But I know who I am and I know where I am called. I have the gift of art and you may not call that masculine but, frankly, I don’t care. I know who I am, I know where I am going and I know that I am a man.
Last night i had the honor to attend my friends 18th birthday party. Being a “Photographer” I decided to take my camera with me to capture some great moments. While taking picture of people laughing, smiling, and having a good time some words of wisdom from a co-worker came to mind. Being a wedding filmer i like to capture priceless moments. After telling him that I love taking my camera everywhere i go, he cautioned against it. He told me something that i never even thought about. He said “When you take picture of people or videos of people just remember there is a camera infront of you. The thing about using a camera is that it saves those memories in a timeless form. You can go back and watch those moments again but you can never LIVE those moments again. The thing about being behind the camera is that it separates you from being a part of the memory. You are never in the shot and to be honest you aren’t really even there because your mind is set on taking the picture or setting up the shot. So Luke, sometimes you need to put the camera down and enjoy life. Sure you wont capture it on film but you will capture it in your heart. And thats what truly matters”.
Last night WAS fun. It was probably some of the most fun i have had in a while. Yet there was one point where i felt like i wasn’t there. It was the part where my friend blew out her candles. Thinking about it now i wish i celebrated with everyone else during that moment without trying to capture the perfect shot. Being a “Photographer” or a “Filmer” truly is fun. I wish I could do it for a living but i wish i could do it for people i am not so close to. It allows me to be free in the moment because i dont have any emotional ties with those people.
Yet there is an awkward balance between capturing moments and being IN the moments. I wish i was able to capture my life on film while still being part of life. Not really sure what i am trying to say. I kinda just wanted to vent say that i am tired of FEELING like i am missing out on some events because i am too busy trying to get a perfect shot rather than just living in the moment. I want to do something crazy. I want to Live crazy. But i dont want to live behind the lens. Not saying i dont want to take pictures anymore i just need to find an easier way to do it.
The battle is unseen. No one knows about the scars. No one knows about the bruises that lay beneath the clothes. Bruises that bleed out the goodness in him. No one sees the hurt covered by a fake smile or the scared little boy behind his stature. No one knows that he DOESNT have a plan and no one knows that he is scared. Scared for the future; Scarred from the past. No one realizes what he has seen, did, or said. His knuckles are bruised and bleeding from fighting back. The fight never stops but it always hurts. With each blow come more pain for the fight is not against another but rather himself. Its against the earthly desires of the flesh. The sex, the drugs, the addictions, the cursing, the neglect, the exclusion. He is fighting everything people have told him. “You’re not good enough, You’re worthless, You’re a fake, a loser, You’re nobody”. With each accusation comes a cut; a bruise; a hint of belief. But He bleeds perseverance, patience, will, and determination. The battle is far from over and our hero has just begun. If you were to look at him you might not see it. He is short, skinny, tired, and beaten. He is shy, stutters, and sometimes speaks too fast. But beneath it all stands a warrior waiting to be unleashed. A warrior that, if released, will do great things. So Lord, release me. Make me the warrior you have destined me to be. HERE. I. AM.
