x Chapter One The coffee machine was broken. The only thing coming out of it was a dark muck, it was about the same colour as my mood right now. I hated airports, in fact I loathed them, which was quite funny considering how much time I spent in them. The Sadiba airport on Montressa, if you could call it that, was most probably the worst one in the galaxy. To be fair, I had not been to everyone single airport, but looking around at the dilapidated arrivals hall with its faded and torn handwritten notices on the walls, I was pretty sure it was not going to be a close call. Paint was peeling off most of the walls in large sheets, revealing below the last three or four colours that the building had been painted. Cracks spread across the ceiling like road maps that were going nowhere slowly. The cement floors looked like a patchwork quilt, certain sections having been repaired with different materials after years of abuse. And then there was the smell, I think it may have been a cross between decay, if buildings can decay, and fear. If it was my fear of heading out into the unknown or the fear of the people who had recently fled from this very building like rats leaving the proverbial sinking ship. It was that kind of smell that you can taste, it has substance, getting into every nook and cranny, shouting loudly for you to pay attention to it. To make matters worse, because of the the war the old building was deserted as well, all except for the toothless old man leaning on his broom next to the offending coffee machine. I motioned at my cup of muck, he grunted, and continued on his mission of ignoring the world at large. Exasperated, I placed my cup back on the machine and walked off. Why was he still here I thought to myself. He s... ... middle of paper ... ...laces, her dress was long enough to be discrete but short enough to show just the right amount of leg to get any man's heart racing. She caught me looking at her and I quickly looked away, "We will have to get your clothes sorted out if we are going to do this," I mumbled. A sad cover up for what was actually going through my mind, and she knew it. "I am sure we can find something in town that will keep your heart rate down to a respectable level," she whispered into my ear as she ran her hand down my arm, "we wouldn't want you to have a heart attack, now would we?" Her eyes sparkled as she said this and then looked out onto the runway as Cooperson's plane took flight. "No going back now," I said. "Let's get this show on the road, where's your stuff?" Sarah motioned over to a rather large wheelie bag standing a few meters away. "Great," I said. "Just fucking great."
To begin editing your photos, click the Edit button on the main screen. A variety of editing options are available. Select & Crop Crop a photo, or select a portion to be turned into a new layer. Enhance Perform color correction or modification on your photos. Paint Tools Draw on your photo and use other photo retouching functions like Sharpen or Remove Red-Eye. Special Effects Modify your image with special effect filters. Text Add text to your photos. Layers Different parts
Personal Reflective on a Photo Photos bring memories back to life. Each photo tells a different story, sometimes things you don’t always like to remember. The photo that I have chosen is of a young girl in a pretty formal dress. She is holding a packet of Minties, her favourite lollies. Her grandma gave them to her right after she performed in a concert for her dancing school. Athol Williby School of dance, a place she’d been going to for 3 years, since she was 7 years old. Every Monday
My Photo Album Overheard at University College London: "Because when you write this way- with this pomp and circumstance covering for any substantive thought- you aren't fooling me"...... CRASH. "OUCH! Old son- you seem to have just thrown me out a window!" If I had been given this little lecture by Mr. Pomp and Circumstance, the previous scene is what would have been witnessed. I would have thrown him out a window for two reasons. First and foremost, he sounds like an obnoxious, holier
Body Preparation for Photo Shoot Get a good night's sleep the two days before the shoot. Nothing wrecks a great photo more than a tired model. Hair Conditioning Healthy hair is thick hair. Thick hair is much more attractive in photos -- since it "lifts" off the top of the head and it "fills out" the air surrounding the head. The easiest way to achieve full hair is to use hair conditioner for at least two weeks. Additionally -- avoid using any hair dryers, heated curlers, or curling irons on
The media defines what is and is not beautiful and acceptable. Most of the people on TV are photo shopped, edited, cropped, copied, and pasted. A lot of young people, mostly female, suffer from low self-esteem because they cannot live up to the standards of a woman who isn’t even real. Social media is taking over today’s teens. This is the only way they communicate and this is what a lot of their lives consist of. Social media is the cause of low self-esteem and low self-confidence because of the
9/11 Photo Essay The day of 9/11 is a day that will be in the back of everybodys minds for lifetime. On that sorrowful day four passenger airplanes were highjacked and ultimately crashed. Two of the airplanes crashed into each of the Twin Towers located in New York City. After the buildings burned for around 20 minutes they fell to the ground bringing along millions of tons of debris that killed many workers from both towers. One of the other airplanes crashed into the Pentagon also killing
The Photo This picture, probably the only one in existence of all my friends together, has more meaning than it seems. At first, it appears to be nothing more than a happy congregation of teenagers, all from the ages of fifteen to sixteen. In the background you can see a fence enclosing a sand volleyball court. My friends that are kneeling on the bottom row are Shawn (who is affectionately known as Goose because of his long neck and his last name being Gosselin) and Paul. The ones on the
Americans protested and fought for what they believed in through peaceful and violent protests. In this picture the struggle is shown on how difficult it was for African Americans to gain equal rights. The photo was taken in the midst of a protest which adds dramatic effect, the people in the photo show pain and the people not pictured make them a faceless foe and the lack of colors in the picture helps send a powerful message. As I look at this picture I feel bad for the hard times that these people
Images are More Powerful than Words The American Heritage College Dictionary defines the term image as “An optically or electronically formed representative reproduction of an object, esp. an optical reproduction formed by a lens or a mirror.” This is what is more commonly referred to as a picture. The definition of a word is “a sound or combination of sounds, or its representation in writing or printing that symbolizes and communicates a meaning and may consist of a single morpheme or a combination
The Superiority of Images Over Words The battle for superiority and dominance between words and images is long and on-going. Both can be found everywhere, mostly in books, magazines, television, paintings, and movies. However, in more recent years, the dominance of images over words can be seen. In a world where better, faster, and easier communication is necessary, images are a far better option than words. Mitchell Stephens in “By Means of the Visible: A Picture’s Worth,” Ward Churchill
across some type of advertisement, wither it be watching television, seeing billboards, reading magazines, or listening to the radio. These advertisements all instill into people’s heads, what they are is not good enough. Most advertisements show photos of women and men with no wrinkles and flawless skin, no fat and built bodies, or stylish clothes and trendy accessories. These types of advertisements give men and women an unrealistic perspective of what they “could” look like, not suggesting the
memorabilia that I have saved to create a portrait of my life which I can cherish forever. Scrapbooking is more than making cute pages. Scrapbooking is a unique craft and strange hobby that is rapidly changing (“What”). One wants to make sure all the photos in the scrapbook are safe and won’t be destroyed. As the science of photography is changing, the life of the pictures is being increased, as long as all the safe materials are being used and precautions are taken in what they are doing and how it
shocking or historically suggestive without the caption to describe its significance. Who is this young white girl surrounded by armed soldiers? Is she being protected, watched, persecuted? It would be easy enough to assume that she is Jewish, but unlike photos documenting the Holocaust, with this image the intent is uncertain. In our general ignorance of the events surrounding th... ... middle of paper ... ...saw the image as artistic, subsequent events compel us to try and see the image of the Polish
Below the title and skeletons is a list of people who you can view dead bodies of. Under the photos of the bodies, there are brief descriptions of how each individual person died. Another one of these links is called "famous." The famous link takes you to a page similar to the Celebrity Morgue page, where there are several sub links on the page. With these links you can view rare photographs. Some of these photos contain Richard Nixon meeting Elvis Presley, and a picture of David Duchonovy almost nude
and chin. This face graced the cover of Life , Look , Newsweek , Vogue , and Seventeen and filled pages within numerous American magazines and newspapers. The body that supported such a face stood as the foundation for fame and the force driving the photos. Measuring five-feet six inches from her blond head to her trendy shoed toes, she was lanky. At only ninety-one pounds, the long limbs were nothing but flesh and bone. Knobby knees and jutting elbows made graceful movements angular. Flat. No breasts