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Cessna

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I planned to cook oatmeal after I finished that first coffee I mentioned, but Margie and Lynx still slept, so I decided to go to Abby’s instead – under my own leg power. Enroute, this Cessna passed overhead. My own little Citabria was still whole and in good flying condition the first time I set out to photograph the Cross Island bowhead hunt of the Iñupiat Iñuit of Nuiqsut. The Citabria is not an IFR plane and I had to land south of the Brooks Range to wait out bad weather. By the time I finally reached the coast, the hunters had just struck and killed their last whale. I landed at Prudhoe Bay’s Deadhorse airport, found a fellow willing to sit in the backseat of the tiny Citabria and then flew out over the ocean and found the whalers about 20 miles out, towing the bowhead to the island. I dropped down very low over the boats and the whale and then, each time I would make a pass over, had the fellow in the backseat hold the stick while I took pictures. “Cheated death again!”he muttered after I got him safely back to Deadhorse. I went on to publish a 96-page essay on Nuiqsut in Uiñiq magazine that included the aerials and the aftermath of the hunt, plus a lot of other stuff, but not the Cross Island hunt itself. Last September, 20 years later, I finally returned and covered the hunt start to finish. This is why I had planned to go to Nuiqsut this week – to photograph the Nalukataq – the whale feast. Then that guy rammed me with his big Ford truck and put the whole shoot into question. This is @billhess posting for @burndiary from Wasilla, Alaska. #airplane #wasilla #alaska

Alec Soth

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At Abby’s

At Abby's

At Abby’s, I ordered a half pound cheeseburger, onion rings and Pepsi. Scrumptious! Abby makes the best cheeseburger and onion rings in Wasilla. The waitress then asked if I wanted a piece of pie and of course I did, but normally I would say “better not.” Today, after the bike ride, I said “okay but just a small piece.” So she served me half a piece of chocolate cream pie with coffee. It tasted so good I had to have the other half, too. I then decided I had to pedal another 5 miles to make up for it. I stepped to the counter to pay and found Abby visiting with this young couple, Josh and… and… and… Damn! I forgot! They had just showed her some pictures of their pig, which they had got at six weeks old and it was really cute and they really loved it. Once it gets old enough and big enough, they plan to kill it, butcher it and eat it. They won’t feel bad, they said, the pig is being given a lot of love as it lives and because of this it will taste even better. Once I got back on my bike and started to pedal, I realized my leg muscles were growing stiff and a bit sore. Just a short while ago, I was mostly bedridden for three months and I still have always to go, so decided I had better not push it too hard, too fast. I added only another mile and a half to my 15 mile bike ride, not 5 miles. I think that was enough for now. This is Bill Hess, @billhess, posting for @burndiary from Wasilla, Alaska. #abbyshomecooking #pig #wasilla#wasilla #restaurant

1966 Norfolk, Virginia

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1966 Norfolk, Virginia. Hot summer. I lived with this family and published a small book Tell It Like It Is. Book sale price at the time $2. Money was to go for aid to poor. The reprinting this fall will also include the 38 contact sheets to make it valuable as a work book for young photographers . I was 22 when I made this work.

School Bus

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When school got out for summer vacation two or three weeks ago, almost all the Frequent School Buses disappeared. But now they are back – not as many nor as furiously frequent as before. Summer school, I guess, plus various athletic, scholastic and church camps young people get involved in during the summertime. I came upon this frequent School Bus as I walked about this neighborhood. Being a shy but friendly person, I shyly gave a friendly wave as the bus passed me by. As you can see, no one waved back. Some of my regular followers may remember what might have been the last frequent school bus I posted just before summer vacation. High overhead way above the bus a jet flew by and I waved – not at the bus because it was empty of students, but at the jet. And the pilot waved back. You could see the wave through the cockpit window clear as day. Yet, these students could not even wave at me. No, not a single one of them waved. But the pilot did. She smiled, too. This is Bill Hess @billhess posting from Wasilla, Alaska, on the second day of my Burn Diary week.

Grave

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Photo by Bill Hess. I did visit Scot’s grave, as Carmen suggested. A short distance away, I found this grave marked by no plaque, no stone, no identification – marked only by grief and love.

Frontline Position

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Photo by Cengiz Yar Jr. @hfwh for @burndiary. Photo: A Kurdish People Protection Unit (YPG) fighter stands guard at a frontline position in the war against The Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham (ISIS) in Rojava Syria.

kerry payne stailey – the children (i never had)

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‘The Children (I Never Had)’ explores the bloody battle of infertility, of hope and loss, played out monthly by women everywhere in their fruitless quest to become mothers. Our year of reproductive discontent was poetic and confronting and bittersweet, so like the melancholy I carry for the babies I did not. These are the children I imagined would be ours, and the menstrual blood that defied us, every twenty eighth day.

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I was not called to be a mother
all the years I might have been.

now there is him
and in his eyes I see them,
the children I never had.

calendars turn
a battle of wills

forgive me, love
my body has won.

so quietly
we grieve
the babies I bleed.

 

Bio

Kerry Payne Stailey is an Australian photographer based in New York City. She is drawn to the healing power of photography – a tool she uses for exploring and acknowledging emotions as guides to the path of happiness. Her long term project “Left Behind” probes the complicated grief facing those left behind when somebody they love dies by suicide.

 

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Fire

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Photo by Cengiz Yar Jr. @hfwh for @burndiary. Photo: Fire engulfs a wheat field in northeastern Syria’s Rojava province. With limited resources entering the primarily agrarian economy of Rojava Syria because of the war, crop fires such as this can cripple a community.

Blackbeard

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Partially Destroyed Mosque

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Photo by Cengiz Yar Jr. @hfwh for @burndiary. Photo: A Kurdish People’s Protection Unit (YPG) fighter walks atop a partially destroyed mosque used as a frontline lookout position in the war against The Islamic State of Iraq and al-Sham (ISIS) in Rojava Syria.

Kurdish People Protection Units (YPG)

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Photo by @hfwh for @burndiary. Photo: Kurdish People Protection Units (YPG) fighters’ weapons rest on a ledge at a frontline position in their battle against The Islamic State of Iraq and Sham (ISIS) in Rojava Syria. As Assad’s regime has continued to battle rebel factions across much of eastern Syria, they have essentially relinquished control of northeastern Syria and left Kurdish forces to take responsibility for the region, govern and defend themselves. During the past year the YPG has successfully pushed ISIS out of many Kurdish territories in Rojava and fortified their borders against incursions. Despite YPG and Ashayish (Kurdish police forces) attempts at maintaining peace in the region, suicide bombings and attacks from ISIS persist.

Syrian Refugee Crisis

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Photo by @hfwh for @burndiary. Hi my name is Cengiz Yar Jr. (@hfwh) and I’ll be taking over the Burn Diary account for the next 7 days. I’m a documentary photographer based in Chicago but since April have been traveling through Turkey, Iraq, Syria, Jordan and Lebanon covering the Syrian refugee crisis for my project @syriaschildren. I’ll be sharing some iPhone photos — first from my time in northeastern Rojava Syria then later in the week some of my ongoing work on@syriaschildren. It’s an honor to have the chance to share my images with you and take part in this feed. Please feel free to contact me here or through my personal account if you have any questions. Thank you for viewing. Photo: My silhouette while embedded with YPG fighters on the frontlines of their fight against the Islamic State of Iraq and Sham (ISIS) in Rojava Syria. Dusty and hot.

Kites

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Kites are flown everyday on Jockeys Ridge in Nags Head NC where the sea breeze can keep all sizes and shapes aloft

marina rosso – the beautiful gene

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Marina Rosso

The Beautiful Gene

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In 2011 the world’s largest sperm bank stopped accepting red-haired donors for a period of time: which was the starting point for the photo research The Beautiful Gene by the photographer Marina Rosso, developed as editorial project by Fabrica during the time Marina was there. The reason for this refusal, which was to be partially withdrawn, seems to have been a straightforward marketing choice: demand was too low. Single women, the category that is turning to sperm banks more and more, tend to choose a donor answering to all the characteristics of a “Prince Charming”: the perfect man, handsome and healthy, educated in the best schools. And red hair is rarely included in these personal desires.

Marina Rosso has been looking into this idea: red-heads now seem to be on the point of being eliminated through a conspiracy of online questionnaires, aseptic clinics and frozen sperm. She decided to act as a conservation biologist who classifies the genetic variations of a species as a first step to preserving its diversity and components. She started by creating a matrix that would represent the red hair gene across 48 categories, each uniquely combining this feature with five physical traits (gender, height, build, eye colour and hair type). Then she set out on a journey all over Europe, looking for real people who could literally embody these categories. The result of her research are 47 portraits (one category is still missing), selected among the 204 shots of people from Italy, United Kingdom, Ireland, Belgium, Germany, Netherlands, Sweden, Norway and Poland.

About her work, Marina says: “The idea was born not directly from considerations on red hair, but it is the result of a research I was doing on artificial insemination. I have always been fascinated by bioethics, in particular by the shifting of morals boundaries“.

Bio

Marina Rosso (Udine, Italy 1985) is a fine art photographer. After getting a bachelor’s degree in Architecture, she studied photography at Ostkreuzschule in Berlin, followed by a scholarship at Fabrica, the Benetton Group’s communication research center, under the editorial direction of Enrico Bossan. She has been published in different newspapers and magazines such as IL sole 24 ore, Internazionale, Amica and The Sunday Times Magazine. Her last work, The Beautiful Gene, has been hosted at Fondazione Sandretto Re Rebaudengo in Turin and at Museo Nazionale della Scienza e della Tecnologia in Milan. She recently opened Alpis, a video production company which focuses on multimedia storytelling and eclectic projects. The Beautiful Gene is her first book.

Fabrica is the research centre on communication founded in 1994, which invites young creative people from all over the world to a one-year residency as well as the opportunity to develop research projects in various disciplines, including design, communication, photography, coding, video, music, journalism and media.

 

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Summer squall OBX

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Vinyl

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