yes and yes. my sentiments exactly. different circumstances, but sentiments the same. I still have the VHS I begged and begged my mom for as a kid, and watched over and over again. every character and every line in Stand By Me was packed with value and meaning. such a classic!

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wilwheaton:

I love this picture so much.

This single still from Stand By Me embodies my childhood. It’s not quite literal, but when I saw it, it kind of felt like a light punch in the gut. I immediately knew what it was. I think “Everyday” by Buddy Holly is playing during this scene? I’ve seen the film at least a dozen times, if not more. I remember seeing the film on the screen at the Ranch View theater with my dad in Prairie Village, KS. I associate the film with him in a big way. It had a major impact on me at an obviously important time. I was 12 years old when it came out. Thanks for sharing, Wil.

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wow!

subliminous:

View from my room. Earlier today at the Holiday Inn. Somewhere in Massachusetts.

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timelightbox:

The Brooklyn Bridge opened to the public on May 24, 1883.

Photographs of the work-in-progress bridge, like this one by Eugene de Salignac, are now available to the public through the New York City Municipal Archives. See more here.

Auguste & Louis Lumière - Le squelette joyeux (1895)

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livelymorgue:

Dec. 31, 1979: As the year drew to a close, “some New Yorkers responded more to the moment than to the new decade,” the original caption read. “Youngsters in an alley near East Broadway cavorted with their shadows in crisp sunlight.” The photographer remembers shooting the scene. “The light and the moment were wonderful,” he said recently. “The drying laundry made it memorable. You used to see laundry hung out to dry all the time in New York. Not anymore. Damn those dryers.” Photo: Fred R. Conrad/The New York Times

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I was thinking about a concept like this several months ago. words and image are wonderful together and wonderful apart. but there’s always an image in mind. right? curious to see how these essays read and how much they evoke the image. neat idea!

timelightbox:

Alright photographers, there’s a new photography book in town. One with a roster of some very talented photographers, might I add. Instead of showcasing their work, Photographs Not Taken is a collection of photographers’ essays about failed attempts to make a picture. 

Editor Will Steacy asked each photographer to abandon the conventional tools needed to make a photograph––camera, lens, film––and instead make a photograph using words, to capture the image (and its attendant memories) that never made it through the lens. In each essay, the photograph has been stripped down to its barest and most primitive form: the idea behind it. This collection provides a unique and original interpretation of the experience of photographing, and allows the reader access to a world rarely seen: the image-making process itself.

“I longed for this moment to stay preserved, as if it would become more real if I could hold it captive on film. Or that my story would be more intriguing if I could prove what it looked like. The photograph not taken, a portrait of what we had become, the fear that my family had failed me, the confrontation of unconditional love, a portrait of uncertainty. Instead, I sat with my hands tucked against the worn-out wood of the picnic tables, watching and listening to the sounds of what we were able to be for a moment.”

— Amy Elkins

You can order the book here.

I had the black and yellow t-shirt in 6th grade. a shy and quiet kid, I wore it to school with pride and no one said a damn thing until one day… my sweet, super granola hippie teacher saw the back of my shirt and gasped quietly, “corporate rock whores… ?” then said no more.

I don’t think it was much longer after that my mom took the shirt from my room because she “needed a black t-shirt” as costume for a movie her screenwriting class was making. I never saw it again. this was not her ploy to get rid of the shirt, apparently she just couldn’t find another black t-shirt in our apartment (even tho it was practically the only color I wore). it probably ended up in another 12-year-old’s closet. I just hope that kid freaked out another teacher with it.

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a <3 for Everest.

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typeverything:

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Typographic Interior Wall.

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