100 Words

Nina Hartmann:
http://everybodywasfeelingfine.com/ninahartmann/nphotos.html

"This is one of my favorite pictures, its one of those pictures I can look at and remember exactly how I felt . I shot this the first time my friend Allie
and I drove the 14 hour drive from Miami to Georgia. I've lived in Miami my whole life but when I went to Georgia I really experienced the south for the first time, in a lot of scary ways. It was one of the most memorable weekends of the best summer of my life. On the day this photograph was taken we were swimming in a river where
you slide on rocks that are really slippery. I was standing on the rock and a little girl slid down, hit me, and knocked me down. I almost dropped my camera. throughout the day I fell at least five more times, but the rest of the times were my own fault."

Clare Kelly:
http://flickr.com/photos/babychin/

"It’s funny you picked this one for me to write about,
because I don’t even like it that much. I think the
colors are kind of whack. I’m pretty new to this whole
mentality of seeing things around me as beautiful or
interesting. It’s such a luxury. For years I couldn’t
even see them, because I was just trying to live. This
last year has really been about learning how to
appreciate. I saw the Getty show on American
photography and had this intense moment of change when
I saw these David Huston photos of fairground
buildings. I cried and cried. It was the closest I’ve
been to a religious experience."

Alana Celii:
http://alanacelii.com

"Man with ES shirt is a part of a series of snapshots I took while on the road in August. Grant and I spent three days driving in a 1500 mile long circle from Denver through UT, ID, MT, WY and back down into CO. While in Yellowstone, we were following this man and a Hasidic tour group from thermal pool to thermal pool. He and his partner were really excited about the first thermal pool that we stopped at. I quickly snapped this as he was peaking over the railing, and smelling the sulfur steam. I think he has a slight wedgie."

A.Mart:
http://stopinternetromance.com

"This was taken at The Great Reno Balloon Race 2007 at 7:30 in the morning. My roommates and I drove from San Francisco at midnight and had been gambling and drinking since we arrived at 4 AM. The field where the balloons were launching was open to walk around on, and that is where I ran into John and Joanne. The fronts of their jackets were covered in patches from thirty years of hot air balloon festivals. I told them I liked their jackets, and asked if I could take their picture. They said yes. I composed, adjusted and took the picture.

"You should see the backs of them!" Joanne says. I walk around them and take their picture again. I say thank you and shake their hands. We left for home a few minutes later."

Coley Brown:
http://colemanperrybrown.com

"Two summers ago I was still living in savannah, georgia. I had rented
a room for $150 a month, living just past historic downtown and right
in the middle of the hood.
I slept on the wood floor next to my drums and a box fan. The summers
were so hot there, we were on our bikes all day, and there was no a/c.
From our front porch, we routinely watched drug deals, drug busts,
cops flooding the street, a flipped over car. In some of the neighbors
houses lights would flicker all night, like there was a rave, but a
crack-and-guns rave. There was a drive-by shooting on the corner of
the street, and so on. Our roommate on the second floor had two giant
dogs, snakes, and a tall bike with a big motorhead flag. My other
roommate and I both worked together downtown and after work would race
our bikes forty or fifty blocks back home, every night. This picture
is of my friend jon lynn riding on his bike backwards, with a speaker
blaring pop music."

Dana Lauren Goldstein:
http://danalaurengoldstein.com

"Majority of the photographs I make are very personal to me. They are often a visual diary of my life and experiences. This photograph was taken in the neighborhood I recently moved to, as well as influenced by the aura of it. I find that its easy to get influenced by whom and what you surround yourself with. Im not upset with this change, but I am very conscious of it and is perhaps considered experimental at this point in my life. I am constantly trying to evolve as a person and photographer. As a photographer its never becoming too comfortable with a particular camera or a type of film or even location. This photograph is a part of a loose portfolio I am creating called "Burnouts In Love" about a certain block in Manhattan called St. Marks.. one of the very few places left where you find punk rock is still a way of life."

Elo Vazquez:
http://helloelo.net

"this was in iceland and it's about losing old glasses and going up
some red mountains behind geysirs, about clouds that are not clouds
but smoke and wearing a handmade blue sweater with some kind of smiley
bunny that you can't even see in the picture. i took this because my
swedish friend lost his glasses, found a red mountain and decided to
show his handmade sweater to the world, but it's really hard trying to
take a picture of a sweater when you're in iceland surrounded by so
many absurd and wonderful things and clouds and microscopic explosions
of hot water, bubbles, green and red and ice. it's about changing your
opinion and being able to click to keep all this in a piece of
photographic paper."

Jon Feinstein:
http://jonfeinstein.blogspot.com

"I'm interested in finding science-fiction and humor in everyday life.
This photo is part of an ongoing project about creating idiosyncratic,
and often comical visual relationships between seemingly unrelated
objects. These deflated, multicolored balloons hanging from near-dead
tree branch looked like fireworks shooting across a cold blue sky.
There was something funny to me about the combination of symbols of
power, celebration and impotence flattened on the same plane."

Jason M Lee:
http://flickr.com/jasonmlee

"me and my friends kind of broke into this kids apartment or at least
went in without permission and it was crazy. There was shit
everywhere and cats running wild and a gun on the kitchen counter. I
told jack to hold it and let me take a picture. he was wearing this
eye patch and i told him not to have it on his eye because it made the
picture look too theatrical. at the time I was really into this one
photo that i saw of a guy with a gun. I cant remember who it was by or
how it looked but i totally ripped it off. We opened the freezer and
there was a dead rat in there. Someone started pounding on the door
and we got really scared so we ran down the fire escape and climbed
this huge fence. I had to throw my bag over it and i was scared my
camera was gonna break, but it was fine."

Danielle Scruggs:
http://daniellescrugs.com

"I was trekking through San Francisco's Mission district the day I took this photo. As I waited at a crosswalk, a pickup truck made a hard left turn and two boxes of tomatoes flew out onto the street. The explosion of color and the sheer oddity of dozens of tomatoes lying in the gutter fascinated me. As for the cyclist on his red bike zipping by this strange tableau, that was pure serendipity, a happy accident, if you will. I think that lack of predictability is what constantly draws me to photography—never knowing exactly what the end result will be."

Greg Wasserstrom:
http://gregwasserstrom.com

"something happens to our brains while we're having sex - they sort of shut down, as i'm sure you've noticed - and so we're left only with impressions of it stick with us afterwords. sex is something worth taking pictures of, i think, not to have 'a record,' but because an image is just an impression, a flash of one passed instant in time and i can't really think of a picture of anything else that so closely mimics our own memories of an experience. in this particular instance, the picture has replaced any real memory altogether."

Laura:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/63915224@N00/

"well i am happy to read your message. photography is just the way i love to catch and free light and poetry. it is definitely joy for me. precious moments with films overall. that photo, no serie,no reason, it just happened to be there,it crossed my way and when i saw that tiny point of earth,it was beauty everywhere into my eyes into my mouth and my heart and my lungs. it was symbiosis. i was the tangerine peel that had been thrown away but never felt down. truly i respect your work and your way to use the internet energies. i think with internet/flickr people can easily find food for hungry eyes that they dont/cant found around themselves. i suppose one catches much better himself admiring one another's self-expression or tries to create a fake idealized image of himself, being the self first fan.and there is this big need of myths. everything is easy to taste,and at the same time so far and away and 'someone else', not me not me myself and i, and i guess it helps to increase this contemporary and divoring sense of insatisfaction for the present moment (big ennemy of imagination and creation! father of (self)destruction!). yes words are a way to destroy illusions of thought,like saying:hello i am human being! i drink i eat i sleep i go to toilette like you! i live on earth and into the universe. i aspire to beauty like you.
sure now it's more than one hundred words but i could go on for more a hundred words again. but i go to sleep."

Dave Whitaker:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/glassdoor/

"The inspiration for this photo was born through numerous ideas playing and experimenting with gravity. The initial goal for most of my ideas , basically , is to create a surreal image.
The subtle contrast of the delicate colors are taken in with out much effort and allow the eye to flow easily. The solid background implies space and vastness, aiding the illusion of weigthlessness. My subject (andrew laumann) could not have been more perfect for the shot. His effortless reach towards the keys and his blank expresion of curiousty seems to provide the perfect emotion for this image. The finsihing touch , i would say , is the dream like feel offered by the soft focus and the nostalgic quality of the expired spectra polaroid film."

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