Get creative with this one, it could be something you associate with or something you associate with someone else. It could literally be a self-portrait -- it's in your capable hands.
- EVERY DAY I will post a theme throughout December and it's my hope that we can all participate. Do not feel intimidated if you're not a pro or if you simply have a phone to take pictures with. I'm in the same boat.
Past participants (Let me know if you'd like to be removed or added):
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I hope my interpretation of this is in line but anyways here's the story associated with the photo. This man, this photo, this adventure the photo represents is a defining point in my coming of age or symbolic of me maturing I guess. Before taking this I had dropped out of college a few months prior, kicked a bad weed habit, gotten a decent paying job where I wasn't dependent upon my parents for help here and there, and I had saved up money for a road trip up to Montana from Tucson to see a very close friend of mine. The night before I made a quick stop in Santa Fe before heading to Taos to camp out for the night and when I got back into my truck after filling up on gas, it just shit the bed. The radiator developed a hole sometime during the drive there and the serpentine belt had seized. I was furious to say the least, I just could not handle the situation. I ended up sleeping in the back of my truck at the gas station until AAA could pick me up in the morning to bring me to a mechanic in town. (Not to mention the following day was a Sunday) So that Sunday morning after finding an open shop I walked into Downtown Santa Fe, in what was a freezing cold rain relative to Arizona, still fuming mad looking for a decent cup of coffee this gentleman stopped me asking for a few bucks or cigarettes. I didn't have any cash on me so I popped into the nearest convenience store, grabbed a cheap pack, and sat down to smoke a stoge with him. To be honest, I don't know why I decided to buy a pack for him or why I decided to smoke with him but I did. It's not something I would usually do. And I don't know what it was that we talked about that completely changed my mind but it did. He talked me down and he kind of just made me realize how childish I was being and how ridiculous my attitude was when I was in a beautiful city full of art which I was and still am a huge fan of. Just made me realize that shitty situations happen and I need to make the best of them. So we finish our conversation and I ask the man what his name is but he wouldn't tell me; all he said was "Take a picture of me and name it 'A Quarter and Five Children'". So that's what I did and that's how I remember this guy. From then on really I feel like I've changed my attitude on life completely and if I could go back and find this man to thank him I would. So this photo is the new me, what I associate with in a weird way. Sorry for the wall of text and a story that may not even fit this challenge (and a little personal at that) but I thought it a good moment to share.
This is fantastic. The challenge was intentionally "general" and this is such a great interpretation. Thanks for sharing the photo and the story. 'A Quarter and Five Children'
-What's the meaning there?
That's me, coming up for air. I think it says something about me. I love the ocean. I love surfing, diving, spearfishing, whatever. That picture was taken recently on an old iphone inside a ziplock bag. I really like the shitty quality of it. Makes it look old. Like I've been in the water for ever, which I feel like I have.
Great shot, it looks like fun and makes me want to go snorkeling. How I've gotten this far in life without ever having snorkeled in waters other than Lake Charlevoix, is beyond me. I've never been a big fan of being under water, I get a bit panicked. I need to get over this. Great shot though, you look at home there.
I saw this on my phone and was like, "oh shit, someone posted a dick-pic to Hubski. Glad I was wrong. Can I ask how you chopped your dick, I mean...finger off? Does it ever inhibit you?
I wondered if it would draw a dick pic comment… sorry. it got caught in the hinge side of a heavy door, the door closed, and as I pulled my hand away the tip ripped off. So I guess "chopped" is the wrong adjective… smashed and ripped would be more accurate.