SO many vibes @oldparadiseyard last Tuesday for SHADOW SOUNDS W/ @tonyhb7 — such an amazing explorative time; how do sound & movement respond to one another? Who inspires and who is the INSPIRED? How do these lines become blurred? — Feel free to DM me if you want to get involved—.
GimsoleMedia #sharedpost. #photographytips Use the correct shooting mode for the best effect: Aperture priority - Usually labeled A or Av. Use this mode when you want control over depth of field, or how sharp your photos look at varying distances from the plane of focus. Shutter priority - Usually labeled S or Tv. Use shutter priority when you want to prioritize capturing something in motion like for wildlife, kids sports, people, or vehicles. Program mode - Similar to fully automatic mode, except you can adjust the aperture and shutter setting combination for desired effect and still achieve proper exposure. This is good for when you just want to make sure you get a properly exposed shot, with flexibility when needed. #tag your friends 👍 #share#comments#aperture#shutterspeed#exposure#photoshoot#digitalcamera#canoncamera#photography#p#gimsoledigital#gimsoleworld#gimsolemedia
#ball#poem by #johnberryman#poetry#instagram#poetryis#writersofig#artistsofig#writersofinstagram#original#poems#prose#writerslife#art#share#like#memes#writing#creative#culture#poeticjustice#culturalmemetica#artwork#liker#artist --- Ball Poem What is the boy now, who has lost his ball. What, what is he to do? I saw it go Merrily bouncing, down the street, and then Merrily over—there it is in the water! No use to say 'O there are other balls': An ultimate shaking grief fixes the boy As he stands rigid, trembling, staring down All his young days into the harbour where His ball went. I would not intrude on him, A dime, another ball, is worthless. Now He senses first responsibility In a world of possessions. People will take balls, Balls will be lost always, little boy, And no one buys a ball back. Money is external. He is learning, well behind his desperate eyes, The epistemology of loss, how to stand up Knowing what every man must one day know And most know many days, how to stand up And gradually light returns to the street, A whistle blows, the ball is out of sight. Soon part of me will explore the deep and dark Floor of the harbour . . I am everywhere, I suffer and move, my mind and my heart move With all that move me, under the water Or whistling, I am not a little boy.