19th August 1839

WORLD PHOTOGRAPHY DAY ...... ITS BEEN 176 YEARS FROM THE DAY FIRST PHOTOGRAPHY IMAGE HAS BEEN REPORTED ON THIS SAME DAY 19TH AUGUST 1839..... AFTER THAT PHOTOGRAPHY HAS SEEN A LOT OF UPS AND DOWN AND NOW IT HAS BECOME PART OF EVERY BODYS LIFE ( don't know if that is for good or bad )...PHOTOGRAPHERS ARE GOING ON CREATING AND DOCUMENTING OUR LIFE OUR WORLD ... IMAGES HAS BEEN SENT OUT TO OUR ALIEN FRIENDS .DIGITAL HAS OVER POWWER FILM AND MANY MORE SURPRISE YET TO COME ...

SO ON THIS DATE THIS ARE A BUNCH OF "FIRST IMAGES "WITH OUT WITH PHOTOGRAPHY WOULD HAVE NOT BEEN WHAT IT IS NOW .
THANKS TO THOSE ARTISTIC MINDED SCIENTISTS WHO MADE THIS BEAUTIFUL MEDIUM OF EXPRESSION FLOURISH ......

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http://www.cambyte.com/blog/10-first-photographs-that-made-photography-what-it-is-today/

Ora Prokritir Shishu

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E aamaar, O shudhu tor

Tai niye torko bibhor-

Chahida, Pod-Podobi

Raat theke bhor.

Saradin katche naa ghor,

Jote ba jamete jor

O aamaader, tora Oder

Bishleshone, efor-ofor:

Kotha Oi Nangto Meyeti

Snane jol pother pare,

Mononer mohon kunj-e

Prokritir drishti kaare;

E Maati, Ei Prithibi -

Keboli, Or - shudhu Or.

31.1.11

ENGLISH VERSION

PURITY

He's just mine, they are just yours

Debate is all that's for:

Demands and riches to earn,

Day-night...Just give me more.

The're mine, Yours are they:

That's all we fight for, that's all we could say-

While that nakedly girl

Bathes in the street of life-

Feeling bliss deep in my heart

It only nature that thrives;

This and the whole Universe

It's only hers, It's only hers.

In response to a picture of a blissfully nature gifted naked girl's picture, bathing in the streets of Kolkata, which could only give me the thought of "Purity" as the picture could be named, clicked by Kris - an ace photographer. Some ugly brains, who are disgrace to human race, could not feel or see the bliss but Vulgarity as they may have only those eyes and finally FB removed the pictures. Which is shamefull. THis peom written by me is in Bengali, but would soon post an English version for all my friends.

--by Koushik Chatterjee

A documentary film maker and character artist by profession by heart a poet

Beside the point what are you thinking?

Is it the autumn leaf or the winter snow?

May none of them either or about the last night?

Last night the dream came true,

Did it? or it was a broken dream

But for whom? for you or for me only me

Lonely doors and window of your empty flat

A few dry rose which will never see the day light again.

All around the dry autumn leaves, a half filled wine red wine

Is the color really red? or it lost its color charm aroma last night

It was a perfect start candle light you and me

Under the candle light playing with my won shadow

I never realized you were far away behind those doors

Chasing the mirage of you life neither I realized that you were never mine

Nor you realized that after all you are chasing the mirage

And the torrent goes on till today when you and I far away

Physical memory of yours going bleak yet the torrent goes on …

Did you ever see the cloud through that dirty window of your empty flat?

Did you ever fly the kite in a lonely field?

Did you felt the warmth of love in lonely blue night?

I remember the day when both the soul you and me were

Sitting on the top of a naked hill, by choice getting drenched in the cold tears of haven

Silence prevailed, yet deep down the torrent went on ….

Two soul drenched in rain sitting side by side yet so far ,

Love and hate in the in the rain.

We made love but souls never mate

This morning I took a fresh bath, autumn leaves of past were falling on my feet

Unrest try to get out my old cloth ……

Yet the torrent flow underneath ….

Are you still chasing your mirage ?

"People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel"
- Jim Morriso

"All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked. And probably the words are so bland. "
Jimi Hendrix

In 1976, Richard Avedon went to Washington to photograph Henry Kissinger. As Avedon was leading him to his mark, Kissinger said, “Be kind to me.”

Artists have been making portraits of the mighty for centuries—from Velázquez’s Philip IV to Lucian Freud’s Elizabeth II—and the act of portrait-making can leave the royal or the tyrant, the President or the diplomat with a sudden feeling of disequilibrium, of a transfer of power. Avedon knew that Kissinger was trying to manipulate him, but what, exactly, did he want? “Did Kissinger want to look wiser, warmer, more sincere than he suspected he was?” Avedon wrote later. “Isn’t it trivializing and demeaning to make someone look wise, noble (which is easy to do), or even conventionally beautiful when the thing itself is so much more complicated, contradictory, and, therefore, fascinating?”

This past September, when nearly all the world’s leaders were in New York for a meeting of the United Nations, Platon, a staff photographer for this magazine, set up a tiny studio off the floor of the General Assembly, and tried to hustle as many of them in front of his lens as possible. For months, members of the magazine’s staff had been writing letters to various governments and embassies, but the project was a five-day-long improvisation, with Platon doing his best to lure the likes of Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, Hugo Chávez, and Muammar Qaddafi to his camera.

And so what did the Israeli Prime Minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, ask the photographer before the shutter clicked? “Platon,” he said, “make me look good.”

History is full of leaders who cannot bear the result of their sittings. Winston Churchill publicly praised a portrait of him by Graham Sutherland, but soon decided that it made him look senile. His wife, Clementine, destroyed it. Usually, it seems, politicians seek out a portrait artist at the beginning of their career. On February 27, 1860, the day he delivered his career-defining speech at Cooper Union, Abraham Lincoln walked over to Mathew Brady’s studio and had his picture taken. The greatest of American political lives had begun.

But the anxiety persists. While political theatre went on inside the General Assembly, Netanyahu kept stopping by Platon’s makeshift studio and repeated his request: “Make me look good.” ♦

Read more: http://www.newyorker.com/online/multimedia/2009/12/07/091207_audioslideshow_platon#ixzz0YNabOpMd

its not that am crazy ,its not that am sad
its not that i lie its not that i dont fly
i fly high & i die
still i fly and i try not to die
i read erich segal i wish love was like that
i see a movie , a movie of endless wait
and i still fly , high am scared not to try
i try and die and still i try ...
i try the joy in sorrow
i try you in me
i try smile in tears
i try love in pain
i try pain in love
i sit a while , think about the movie
and again i fly , fly away in the lonely sky
in search of the lonely star .. and i fly