Timmers Loc: San Antonio Texas.

Yes, now dead from cancer, she was my soul mate. We drove each other crazy. That girl could spit fire in anger at me, and I would be a wimp. I was wrapped around her fingers! Her husband hate me I'm proud to tell. Hardly saw her after that except at work or doing a big art project.

Ant way, this is an in camera 8X10 (before digital photography, but copied as a scan) from a submitter print made in an 8X10 camera (look at the edges, holder septum marks). The process is complex and I loved doing this sort of complex image with technical and craftsmanship. And yes it is vary sexual, I could never avoid that with Mel.

One day at work she showed up and needed to talk to me and my current girl friend just happened to be there. Sparks! Hilarious! The women told me that 'Those women hate each other!" after they both let. The guys that were there told me the same but asked, "So you favor the more common looking one (one guy said Melanie because he knew who she was), but Joanna is such a stunning babe. She could be a model for Vogue! what is the deal?"

Simple, Melanie had an earthy sexuality that was just beyond sensual I explained. Mel was so hilarious at times, she asked me one time at a party, "Why don't most women like me? I can tell most of them actual hate me and they hardly know me, Is there something wrong with me?"

I explained to her that it was ever so simple, they are insecure and when you walk in the door most of the men just lock on you and they all have one simple thing on their mind, they want to mount you! You are the perfect persona of a female that is universally erotic.

That brought out, "You, your the same aren't you!" with that big smile. Of course I am, you know that. The differance is that the women don't know how to read a male, but the men all know how to read a male, they look at me and rad that I signal back "Go ahead, she wants me, not you, try all you like, I get her and don't want your female, I got this one, the prize!" and mostly they won't even try.

"So you will let them have me? Bastard!"


Which I relied to her always, "that is up to you and you know it, mrn don't decide that women do. If you want another male take him, I'm not worried even if I get dumped, it is the way it all works, women decide and men wish, simple a that."

I still love her and miss her in a different way than Bubble, I miss the both, but now I have a vary jealous cat name Mom Kitty; she is a lot like Joanna, such a pain in the rump, but I like her and care for her in her madness.

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Mr. SONY Loc: LI, NY

Geez Tim, so sorry.

dpullum Loc: Tampa Florida

The story makes the photo, often the photo makes the story. An autobiography with our photos would be just a bunch of words; you have given us the mix, well said, photo well presented.

The duo-tone shares with us a personal moment not harshly presented; harsh would be sharing an intimate photo of a loved one, 20 mp well-focused full color and private part detailed. The photo is in a "Laura" painting way that we could all fall in love with.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Laura_(1944_film)

theaverlo Loc: Iowa

Sorry for the loss of your soulmate Tim.

Timmers Loc: San Antonio Texas.

Thanks, but we all die and if we are lucky we have fun while we are here. Melanie gave me many years of fun in many ways! It's too bad she married a dull person. But I got to know her daughter The Emma Baby! Loved that child as well. Emma married well and they sail the Pacific and are happy.

A happy memory from the past done with a Polaroid folding camera and flash bulb and 665 film that produced a negative. Mel was 'modeling' a ostrich feather we had bought at a second hand store while in Austin visiting her older sister. She was relaxing with a smoke and though I was just taking a photo of the feather. After I pealed apart the print and gave it to her I went off to the bathroom sink and plugged the basin and filled it with water and put the negative to soak.

"I thought you were taking a picture of the feather?" after I returned she said, rather miffed.

"But I did, it's right there covering heaven like a canopy or perhaps a modesty object like panties." I responded.

I leaned over and pointed at the feather in the print, "See it's right there, in fact thanks for making me think about that, I should get to work and make that ostrich feather into a cute cover for you to wear! Thanks you for giving me such great ideas!"

Of course she just gave me THAT look.

Then a week later she got a small paddy envelope by the US Mail and the feather as panty was in it. I was at work and she was going off to work (she worked at the Barn Door Steak House, the girls called it The Darn Bore!), my phone on my desk at work rang, and she told me that she was wearing my creation and that I was right, it was so amazing, and it even tickled along the edges that moved along her legs when she walked in it.

"Why don't you come over to Winston's tonight and I will beat you at darts." So that is what I did that night, I drank a cold beer and got my ass handed to me over at darts at Winston's bar.

Don't you just love naughty Polaroid photos! There is nothing quite like holding the little naughty snap in your hand! LOLL!!!

jeep_daddy Loc: Prescott AZ

OMG, what is that between her legs - a mop? LOL!

JohnFrim Loc: Somewhere in the Great White North.

I think it is a winter merkin.

Timmers Loc: San Antonio Texas.

Now John you naughty boy!

The first merkin I ever saw was at 17 years on a family vacation, in the Armory Museum in Venice Italy, I did not know what it was, but the English statement/translation said it was a beard.

Fast forward many years and I had just finished art university when I was in a second hand store, there was a merkin resting on a box in the glass case. A middle aged woman came to that case, she asked what was that thing pointing at it in the case and could she look at it. The guy with a shy grin began to take it from the case and I saw his delight. I told her to stop, that it was a merkin, made as a sort of beard to be worn over a person's genitals, probably a man, there was a void in it's center. In the past these were worn because lice and fleas would get into the pubic hair, and so the hair was shaved away, and to be proper they wore merkins made from their hair so as not to look unclean or bare.

The store owner asked how I knew it was a man's merkin. I said that they were removed when engaged in sexual activates and sleeping so as to not damage the merkin, these were expensive and delicate, and the hole in the center was to fit this over the male organ. The woman looked angry and left!

I would have purchased it but he wanted some ridiculous price.

toxdoc42

This has it all over AI!

Timmers Loc: San Antonio Texas.

People get so upset over AI and it is interesting. I get asked about AI by people and I just say that AI has one huge problem, it tries to 'look' like it is real, but it s not. And there is the rub. One of the corner stones of photography is that it is real, it comes from 'reality', and there for it is true. AI may be produced from real things, but it is a fantasy, pure and simple and there is no way getting around that elephant in the room.

Did I go with Melanie to Austin Teas and buy a feather, take out a Polaroid camera and make that image on Polaroid film? The question when you know about methe photographer and my making erotic nude photographs says it all. Tim had Polaroid cameras. Tim had 11X14, 8X10, 5X7, 4X5 120 and 35mm along with Speed Graphic cameras, Soft focus and scientific research optics. B&W and Color materials. Yet he used a simple Polaroid folding tourist type camera and Polaroid film and we all know Polaroid film of nude women is in a certain realm that is unique. It is/was all intentional, as intentional as placing that feather on her genitals like a teasing fig leaf, and why yes, the association to a merkin is also intentional, I love that Mr. John mad the connection.

Could it be made with AI, well of course it could. Then why not do it?

I would direct you to an obscure reference in Ansel Adams Basic Photo series Books. There you will find a simple image of a leaf resting on a tree stump and Adams states that he found the leaf as it was photographed, that he did not arrange nor move the leaf in the slightest.

Why do we believe this statement? Because Adams would never lie about such a thing, he is always an honest photographer. Honest to the degree that one may miss his point in making such a simple photograph.

The tree stump has been cut by a human, it is not a natural death of that tree. It is as if we are seeing into the soul of Adams as he laments the death of the tree and has a bond to the forest that has said, a dead leaf from another living tree is sad at the passing of it mate by an act of a human. Adams can make a definitive emotive statement because he lived his beliefs and his images speak to his reverence for life.

He was an honest human being, not what idiots say about him, that he was a tree huger. They reveal their wrong headed notion of the world in which they live. That is why and what art is about, a way to connect to other human beings, to be the change you aspire to. "To live outside the law you must be honest" Bob Dylan.

And that is why most of AI is trash. It lack honesty.

toxdoc42

AI is an evolving technology, and probably, like PhotoShop and other photo-editing software, can be used to augment the art of photography, just as Ansel Adams used techniques in printing his negatives, including burning in, dodging, etc., I have used Adobe Elements to enhance the images, and used Topaz Photo AI to help fine tune images, that is a form of AI. Photography was not initially considered art by those who clung to only sketching, painting, sculpture as true art. We will have to see where this leads.

Timmers Loc: San Antonio Texas.

This is one of the myths about early photography " Photography was not initially considered art by those who clung to only sketching, painting, sculpture as true art." Only the dead heads though this way, most of the world though that it was a new form of magic and were so over whelmed by the new art form that they were radically blown away. As photography progressed, the world was further astounded at how it evolved, confirming to many that it was beyond any thing that had ever beer created.

That was the real world view of almost everyone who were confronted by this new magic. We will always have the Dead Heads, just ignore them, they matter not.