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Director: Stella Meghie / review: The Photograph is a movie starring LaKeith Stanfield, Issa Rae, and Chelsea Peretti. A series of intertwining love stories set in the past and in the present / 
/ Romance / Release date: 2020. The photograph cast. The photograph. The photograph penelope lively. Him: What would you pray for? Mind blowing romance montage Her: Will power. RELATABLE AF😂😂😂😂 I literally cried watching this. And it's just the trailer. Also LaKeith lost a good chance to say *I'm not tryna be practical, I'm tryna be with you would have made more poetic sense.😂.
Sunny looks so good. The photographers gallery. Love beyond Insecurities 💖💖💖. Just because of H.E.R 's song i love this before watching it. The photography of modernist cuisine. The photograph movie 2020 cast. They were both in bojack :D. The photography institute. The photograph movie 2019. Afrikaans azərbaycan català Čeština Dansk Deutsch eesti English (United Kingdom) English (United States) Español (España) Español (Latinoamérica) euskara Filipino Français (Canada) Français (France) galego Hrvatski Indonesia isiZulu íslenska Italiano Kiswahili latviešu lietuvių magyar Melayu Nederlands norsk polski Português (Brasil) Português (Portugal) română Slovenčina slovenščina Suomi Svenska Tiếng Việt Türkçe Ελληνικά български монгол Русский српски Українська ქართული հայերեն עברית اردو العربية فارسی አማርኛ नेपाली मराठी हिन्दी বাংলা ગુજરાતી தமிழ் తెలుగు ಕನ್ನಡ മലയാളം සිංහල ไทย ລາວ မြန်မာ ខ្មែរ 한국어 中文（香港） 日本語 简体中文 繁體中文.
This brings tears to my eyes and makes my heart fill stronger and race faster. I will walk with my soul in the Abha Kingdom today. I thank God for his sacrifice and yours as well. God bless you.
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This was like the whole movie in 3 minutes.I can tell people I watched Titanic 2.
The photograph movie issa rae. Their energy is hella seem tied!😴Still love Issa😍. They left out the 31 year old guy that lives with his parents still in a big city, because he never went to college or had a career and only recently went on ADHD meds to turn his life around. The photography shoppe. The photograph reviews. The photograph movie. The photograph release date. It's Christmas Eve AND I CAN'T SLEEPPPPP This very relaxing and. Oops sorry almost drifted off You get the point. Thats the same ostrich Kevins friend threw a pen at. Hes back for revenge. The photographer. The photographer's retreat. The photograph poem.
That black female southern voice i could listen to it all day 😊. I love this video! Thank you Martin Johnson! This felt like a gift from you 😁😁😁😊😊 I love you. The photograph book. There's one problem with this song, It ends.😪💝 God bless you. I love this song so much, it's very adorable. The photograph trailer song. I fully intend to see this movie Looks good. The photographer's ephemeris. Read an Excerpt The Photograph By Beverly M. Lewis Bethany House Publishers Copyright © 2015 Beverly M. Lewis, Inc. All rights reserved. ISBN: 978-0-7642-1729-6 CHAPTER 1 Eva Esch stood behind the wooden counter greeting each of her candy customers on the warmest morning so far of this budding month of May. Sunlight filled the neat and tidy shop that Friday, and between sale transactions, she happily scurried about, arranging the taffy and the well-formed peanut butter balls in an attractive array. Her father, Vernon Esch, had purposely designed the counter to face the windows, so young Eva could see her customers arrive. "Not too high and not too low, " he'd said of it, having her stand just so as he pulled out his measuring tape with a flourish. At her tender age, it was important to take into consideration any growth spurt she might experience; Dat had insisted Eva just might be as tall as Mamma one day. She realized anew how considerate their father had always been, gone now four long years. With the recollection lingering, she looked up and caught sight of tall, very blond Alfred Dienner. Heavens, he must have been staring at her. Politely, she smiled back, and Alfred didn't look away as a more timid young man might. His warm hazel eyes held her gaze, and his face brightened, his lips parting. Has he come to ask me out? Eva wondered. Alfred stood waiting, turning a slip of paper over and over in his hands. His strapping frame evidenced long hours of hard work at his father's farm on Stony Hill Road. His face was already tan, his manner confident. Whoever ended up married to Alfred would surely be well cared for, raising a brood of future farmers and little dishwashers. Directly in front of Alfred, two of Eva's kindly neighbors, sixty-year-old Sylvia Lantz and her thirty-year-old daughter-in-law, Josie, talked in Deitsch as they made their way up the steps beneath the plain green awning. Above the shop door was the hand-painted sign, The Sweet Tooth. Josie and her husband, Sam, and their school-age children resided in Sylvia's farmhouse, where the senior Lantzes had worked the land and nurtured nine children, eight of whom had survived to adulthood. The youngest Lantz girl had drowned one summer years ago, and two others — Tilly and Ruth — had left the Plain community for the world, living somewhere in Massachusetts near the coast, according to the grapevine. Eva really didn't know all of the details. What she did know was that whenever she tried her best not to look Alfred's way just now, she could still see him out of the corner of her eye. If he offered an invitation, should she accept? As it turned out, both Sylvia and Josie wanted the small white chocolate fingers, as Eva liked to call them. The petite bars melted in your mouth, more than making up for their lack of size with rich flavor. "Can't resist 'em, " Sylvia said with a glance at Josie. "I'll have three dozen, please. " "I sure hope there'll be enough left, " Josie said, covering her mouth to smother the laughter. "You know me better'n that. " Sylvia's plump face turned pink. "I'll be happy to share with ya if Eva runs out. " Eva smiled at the banter between them, a bit envious as she watched Josie gently touch her mother-in-law's arm. " Mei Mann will be ever so grateful, " Josie replied, a mischievous glint in her pale blue eyes. "Your sweets are truly the best, Eva. " " Jah, 'tis a gift, makin' these candies like ya do. " Sylvia nodded her head, grinning at Eva. "The most delicious, wunnerbaar-gut treats ever, hope ya know. " Josie smiled, too. " Ach, I'd give almost anything to be able to make these delicious goodies. My husband would be over the moon. " Eva blushed; it was impossible to ignore Alfred next in line. Even so, she took care to bag up first Sylvia's order, then Josie's, the two women talking about their "perty springtime flowers, " and Sylvia marveling aloud about her fifty-year-old rhubarb patch that had once again sprung to life. Eva wondered if she, too, might someday enjoy a close relationship with a mother-in-law. She certainly yearned for such a connection. Fearing she might betray her private thoughts to Alfred, she purposely looked down at the counter when he stepped up, tall and straight. His voice was confident and clear as he gave his order, then waited politely. "Will that be all, then? " she asked, noticing his white shirt and black broadfall trousers, like he was going to Preaching and not off to work. "Oh, and I'd like some hard peppermint candies, too, " he said, leaning on the counter as if he might have more to say. Here it comes, she thought, daring to raise her eyes. She spoke just as he opened his mouth. "Anything else? " She pointed at the glass display case and mentioned the freshly made peanut butter balls. But he shrugged and said maybe another time. When she went to gather up his order, he followed her over, of all things, and stood watching. Goodness, but Eva was thankful for the steady stream of customers. Anything to keep her busy. Then again, she was afraid someone might suspect her and Alfred of being a courting couple. If not that, then certainly of being sweet on each other. Sure, they'd gone riding together a half-dozen times during the past few years, and they'd played volleyball on the same team, too. She also recalled a picnic in Central Park near downtown Lancaster, where she provided the meal, but none of that meant they were serious. Alfred was quite aware that a handful of other fellows had taken her out, as well. All of them married now, Eva thought grimly. " Denki, Alfred, for comin' by —" "Eva, slow down a minute, " he said. "Your customers will wait. " She felt her face warm as Alfred proceeded, in front of everyone, to invite her to play Ping-Pong with him at his cousin's house. Leaning over the work counter, she lowered her voice and replied, "You're askin' me here.... " She glanced behind him. " Jah, 'tis all right. " His eyes were smiling as he held her gaze. "So, will ya? " She noticed their neighbor to the north pretending to study the homemade ribbon candy in the glass display case behind them. Eva felt positively mortified — what was Alfred thinking? The grapevine would have them engaged by day's end. If I hesitate, will he stay and try to persuade me? Pleasant and well-mannered as Alfred Dienner was, she wouldn't put that past him. But, goodness — like a dog on a bone! "Um, that'll be fine, " she whispered to him. " Des gut, then, " Alfred said with a nod. She placed his order in a large sack and recited the total. "Enjoy the candy. Some very gut choices. " Alfred counted out the payment and dropped two quarters in the tip jar. "I hope I can make it last awhile. " He gripped the bag of candy and, before turning to go, winked at her. In front of everyone! (Continues... ) Excerpted from The Photograph by Beverly M. Lewis. Copyright © 2015 Beverly M. Lewis, Inc.. Excerpted by permission of Bethany House Publishers. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
The photograph imdb. The photograph ed sheeran. Que lindo ver qué al parecer este genio musical tuvo una infancia feliz, tal vez por está razón lo dulce y sublime de sus canciones. A Photograph by Shirley Toulson is a tender yet a jolting piece that revolves around the universal theme of loss and separation – an inevitable reality that is a common lot of mankind. Through the stock symbol of a photograph, evoked in many literary pieces to denote nostalgia and remembrance, the poet articulates the void she feels upon having made uncomfortable peace with her mother’s death. The poem is tender because of the heart-touching manner in which it has expressed nostalgia born of loss to the passage of time and the final rest; the jolting attribute comes from the harsh message it sends across about how humans can never be entirely adept at accepting irreversible separation from a loved one. Table of Contents: take a look at the overall scope of the article hide By presenting the summary of the poem, A Photograph, we at Beamingnotes want to enable our readers to understand the deep significance behind seemingly simple actions and memories, in turn expounding upon human emotions of deep-rooted pain. Summary of A Photograph- Class 11 Line by Line Explanation The cardboard shows me how it was When the two girl cousins went paddling Each one holding one of my mother’s hands, And she the big girl – some twelve years or so. The ‘cardboard’ here refers to the thick stiff photo paper used in the pre-digital photography era to develop prints and store memories. It is interesting to note that instead of writing about memories about her mother directly, the poet takes help of the prop of a photograph to convey to the readers that she is reminiscing about her mother. Reminiscing, in itself, is a rather abstract nostalgia-influenced act, which the poet has successfully made concrete and empirical by adding to it the specific action of looking at an old photograph of the one she is missing terribly. Think about it… Isn’t it a general human tendency to revisit old pictures in your galleries when we miss a certain person or time of our life? Photographs are beautiful aides of nostalgia because each picture, no matter how candid or well-framed, has a story to tell. Shirley Toulson then shares with us the story behind the picture she is holding in her hands, taking us to the time when her deceased mother had gone to the beach for some paddling as a young girl, in the company of her two younger cousin sisters. In the picture, the sisters are each holding her mother’s hand, she being the eldest among all at about twelve years of age. It might seem that the poet is just mentioning the mother’s age in passing; however, the act of picking out a picture from her mother’s childhood is a well-thought-out one. It helps accentuate the harsh reality of the mother’s loss, which is conveyed to us at the end of the poem, by contrasting this loss of life with the playfulness of youth. The poet details how each of the sisters are holding her mother’s hand – even in a photograph from her childhood times, the poet’s mother had a protective aura about her. This image helps readers feel the motherly presence that the poet perhaps wished to convey so that she can make the loss of the same more pronounced at the end of the poem. Taking all of these significations underlying the photograph into account, the opening sentence of the poem carefully sets the mood and tone for the poem and its overarching subject of losing a mother. All three stood still to smile through their hair At the uncle with the camera, A sweet face My mother’s, that was before I was born And the sea, which appears to have changed less Washed their terribly transient feet. In the second line, the poet talks in tender details about how the girl’s uncle has captured her mother in space and time through a camera, at a point when she had a lot of life ahead of her, waiting to be lived. The camera then becomes an interesting tool of nostalgia, used to always provide food for fond remembrances by means of pictures. “Through their hair” is an expression used to denote how the three girls are smiling their widest smile – a smile so broadly spread across their faces that it seems to reach the strands of hair falling on the sides. She describes her mother’s face as one full of sweetness, instantly drawing tender emotions from the readers due to the beautiful way in which the poet likes to think of her mother from the time when she herself hadn’t come into her life. Through the words, “before I was born, ” the poet draws a distance between herself and her mother, which, in the second sentence, isn’t a painful one. However, this distance takes on a woeful note once we discover later in the poem that the poet has lost her mother. After appreciating the sweetness that defines her mother’s youthful face, Shirley shifts her poetic gaze onto the sea and casually remarks on how the endless water body has not changed much over time. Thus, the sea here symbolizes eternity, against the infinite vastness of which human lives appear even more evanescent in comparison. This evanescence of human lives is touched upon further when the poet mentions how the sea washed the three sisters’ “terribly transient” feet. The words “transient feet” exemplify the literary device of a transferred epithet where a noun is made to take on the attribute of the human the noun is associated to. Over here, the girls’ “feet” are called transient because it is their own lives that are transient due to the universal reality that every living soul has a shelf life, with its time cut out on earth – a reality that reduces humans to a transient presence in this world. This literary device brings to the mind a beautiful quote penned by Thomas Carlyle on which he says, “One life – a little gleam of Time between two eternities. ” She’d laugh at the snapshot. “See Betty And Dolly, ” she’d say, “and look how they Dressed us for the beach. ” The sea holiday was her past, mine is her laughter. Both wry With the laboured ease of loss In this line, the poet remembers fondly how her mother would laugh at the probably hilarious way in which she and her sisters had been dressed for the beach. This seemingly casual laughter has meaning if we look below the surface. When we grow older and are made to become mature and serious over time, we often outgrow the youthful care that could once be felt toward small little things like a visit to the beach, and how even such small events were accompanied with efforts to dress up and look the part. This casual remark of the mother that the poet shares with us emboldens the underlying current of nostalgia over things lost to time that binds the whole poem together. Then the poet draws the contrast between the two pasts this poem flits between – one of the mother’s and one of Shirley’s. The mother’s past was enshrined in the photograph, representing her youthful happy days, while the poet’s past comprises a time when she had her mother’s laughter that would brighten up the days. It is interesting to note here how both pasts presented in the poem have laughter and happiness in them, which serves to ratify the theme of loss that is then presented in the next sentence, “Both wry with the labored ease of loss. ” This is indeed a beautiful choice of words. “Labored ease” is an oxymoron that represents the difficulty and struggles one has to go through to arrive at the point where accepting loss and death becomes possible and a part of our daily lives. It is this labored ease that turns even the happiest laughter-filled memories wry by tinging them with emotions of pain and loss. Now she’s has been dead nearly as many years As that girl lived. And of this circumstance There is nothing to say at all, Its silence silences. In this sentence, the poet finally reveals that the subject of the photograph she is holding, her mother, has been dead for about twelve years, the same age she was when the photograph had been taken. This painful universal circumstance of loss to death that all humans invariably experience in their lives has rendered without words the same poet who was so far being so articulate about the smallest of details in the picture. The poet is speechless because once a daughter has lost her mother to death, there is nothing that can be said about a loss so deep, a pain so grave. What this sentence implies is that even the best of poets sometimes fail to give exact expression to such brutal pain because of how deep it goes inside the human psyche, its presence too all-encompassing and profound at the same time to be conveyed in words. Hence, the best way the poet can do justice to this pain is by saying that “Its silence silences” – meaning it’s a loss that sometimes even fails her poetic pen when she tries to write about it. This is because the dictionary probably does not have words enough to lend proper articulation to such pain. And then, like the poet, one has to take resort in nostalgia and fond memories of the past to soothe their hurting self. And the silence makes such nostalgia a habit more than an act of remembering – something that the poet earlier hints at through the words “labored ease. ” Through this A Photograph summary, we hope we have been able to help you understand how Shirley Toulson has tried to keep her mother alive in her memories by taking help of the memories her mother wished to keep alive from her youthful days. This memory within a memory trope is a beautiful way to strengthen the theme of nostalgia that defines the poem – a nostalgia that takes on a painful turn when the poet has to once again comes to terms with the fact that her mother, the young girl smiling in the picture, is but gone. We hope this poem has gotten you all thinking as much as it got us thinking about the presence of nostalgia in our lives, and the “labored ease” with which we teach ourselves to accept loss and pain, albeit ineffectually. Doesn’t this poem raise some uncomfortable questions about our own respective journeys of first losing and then accepting the consequent void? I can personally relate this poem a lot to the loss of my aunt and the photographs that I printed out to keep revisiting her in my mind. And you? Analysis of A Photograph by Shirley Toulson Title: The poem, “A Photograph” is composed in blank verse. Its title is very much appropriate as it reminds the poet of his mother. A photograph is something that captures a certain moment of someone’s life. The person might change in course of time but the memories attached with the photograph are eternal. In this poem, the poet’s mother is no more but the photograph makes her memories come alive. The mother’s sweet face or her cousins heavily dressed up for the beach have all changed with time but the moment captured in the photograph still gives happiness to the poet’s mother when she views it thirty to forty years later. Allusion: An Allusion is a reference or an incidental mention of something; either directly or by implication. Example of an allusion from “A Photograph” is the cardboard (photograph) itself. The durability of the cardboard shows the lack of permanence of human life. Alliteration: Alliteration is the repetition of the initial letter (generally a consonant) of several words marking the stressed syllables in a line of a poetry. “stood still to smile” is an example of alliteration from the poem. Transferred Epithet: A transferred epithet is a description which refers to a character or event but is used to describe a different situation or character. “Transient feet” is a transferred epithet in the poem, “A Photograph. ” It refers to the human feet but it is used to describe the lack of permanence of human life. The sea is constant and eternal while the human feet which are being washed away by the sea are transient. A Photograph Solved Question Answers CBSE: 1. Comment on the tone of the poem. The tone of the poem is that of sadness. Shirley Toulson looks at an old photograph of her mother and is reminded of her mother who is no more. She recalls the moment when her mother was twelve years old and looked sweet and happy. 2. What is the significance of the ‘cardboard frame? ’ The cardboard frame or the photograph shows the lack of permanence of human life. 3. What emotions does the poet’s mother have when she looks at the photograph? The mother feels nostalgic looking at her bygone years. She laughs out loud and tells her daughter how her cousins had dressed up for the beach. She recalls those days when she was innocent and playful. 4. What is silenced and how has it silenced the poet? The death of the poet’s mother has silenced the poet. The poet is left without words, she has nothing to say. 5. ‘Each photograph is a memory. ’ Justify the statement in the light of the poem. Photographs are memories that are captured and kept for lifetime purposes. Shirley Toulson’s “A Photograph” captures one such moment when her mother was young and she went on a beach holiday with her cousins. Gone are these days of the mother and her cousins but the photograph manages to bring back those memories even after thirty years later. The laughter of the mother while seeing the photograph has become a past incident. But the photograph allows the poet to recall and revive the laughter through the image captured thirty years back. Therefore, photographs are indeed memories. Suggested Reading: Summary of A Photograph by Shirley Toulson in Hindi.
| Nell Minow May 17, 2019 Two pictures are taken at the beginning of “Photograph, ” a return to Mumbai for “The Lunchbox” writer/director Ritesh Batra, whose more recent films have included films based on English-language novels “ The Sense of an Ending ” and “ Our Souls at Night. ” As “Photograph” begins, we see Rafi ( Nawazuddin Siddiqui), who takes photos in front of Mumbai’s Gateway monument. He sells his services to tourists by promising that “years from now, when you look at the photograph you will feel the sun on your face, the wind on your hair, and you will hear those voices again. ” If they do not have a picture, he tells them, “it will be all gone. ” Advertisement Elsewhere in Mumbai, a man takes a picture with a phone. What he is looking at is fuzzy, but we will learn that it is a poster for a school, featuring his daughter, the star student Miloni ( Sanya Malhotra). She is studying for an accounting degree. Miloni and Rafi meet when she visits the Gateway and agrees to let him take her picture. She is called away by her family before he can put it in an envelope for her. He hears (amusingly, over and over again from a whole series of people) that his grandmother has stopped taking her medicine until he makes some progress on getting married. So he impulsively sends her a photograph of Miloni as proof that he is seeing someone. Unfortunately, this is such exciting news that his grandmother (Farrukh Jaffar) decides to come see the girl for herself. He then has to try to find Miloni and persuade her to pretend to be the girl he told his grandmother he was dating. At least that is what we infer. We never see that conversation. The charm of this film, which may take some getting used to for those accustomed to spell-it-out storytelling, is that it takes place in those quieter liminal moments, and it is just right for this story's delicacy. So are the exquisitely framed shots and the loving portrayal of the city of Mumbai. Siddiqui and Malhotra are well suited to the gentle tone of the film, both quietly expressive in scenes where everything is conveyed through posture and eyes. There is a fairy tale quality to the story. In a city of more than 18 million people, Rafi is able to find Miloni (with some help from that billboard picture). Later in the film, he even gets some supernatural advice. Even Rafi’s crowded sleeping quarters are lit to seem almost magical. After all, this is a movie set in the present day where an old-fashioned paper photograph, ejected while you wait from a portable printer, has enormous power. Miloni says that she saw someone who looks happier and prettier than she has ever been in her photograph. Can it be because that's how Rafi sees her? Or is it a glimpse of a life she never dared to imagine for herself? We hear a casual reference at a family dinner to a time when Miloni wanted to be an actress, before her family pushed her to study accounting. As herself, she is so introverted and unsure that she cannot even tell Rafi or her mother what color she likes. But pretending to be the girl he wrote about, she can come up with a dramatic backstory for the character she is playing. And seeing herself differently, in the photograph and in the persona she creates for Rafi’s grandmother, inspires her to think about other lives and envision a different one for herself. She asks her family’s maid about life on a farm. She can tell Rafi about missing the cola she used to share with her grandfather. This is a film that ends with the two characters walking out of a movie theater, with one of them saying, “The stories are all the same in movies these days. ” It may be that the stories in movies are all the same. But it can be lovely when a movie like this one finds a different way to tell them. Reveal Comments comments powered by.
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History of photography, method of recording the image of an object through the action of light, or related radiation, on a light-sensitive material. The word, derived from the Greek photos (“light”) and graphein (“to draw”), was first used in the 1830s. stereoscope Pocket stereoscope with original test image; the instrument is used by the military to examine 3-D aerial photographs. Joaquim Alves Gaspar This article treats the historical and aesthetic aspects of still photography. For a discussion of the technical aspects of the medium, see photography, technology of. For a treatment of motion-picture photography, or cinematography, see motion picture, history of, and motion-picture technology. General considerations As a means of visual communication and expression, photography has distinct aesthetic capabilities. In order to understand them, one must first understand the characteristics of the process itself. One of the most important characteristics is immediacy. Usually, but not necessarily, the image that is recorded is formed by a lens in a camera. Upon exposure to the light forming the image, the sensitive material undergoes changes in its structure, a latent (but reversed) image usually called a negative is formed, and the image becomes visible by development and permanent by fixing with sodium thiosulfate, called “hypo. ” With modern materials, the processing may take place immediately or may be delayed for weeks or months. The essential elements of the image are usually established immediately at the time of exposure. This characteristic is unique to photography and sets it apart from other ways of picture making. The seemingly automatic recording of an image by photography has given the process a sense of authenticity shared by no other picture-making technique. The photograph possesses, in the popular mind, such apparent accuracy that the adage “the camera does not lie” has become an accepted, if erroneous, cliché. Get exclusive access to content from our 1768 First Edition with your subscription. Subscribe today This understanding of photography’s supposed objectivity has dominated evaluations of its role in the arts. In the early part of its history, photography was sometimes belittled as a mechanical art because of its dependence on technology. In truth, however, photography is not the automatic process that is implied by the use of a camera. Although the camera usually limits the photographer to depicting existing objects rather than imaginary or interpretive views, the skilled photographer can introduce creativity into the mechanical reproduction process. The image can be modified by different lenses and filters. The type of sensitive material used to record the image is a further control, and the contrast between highlight and shadow can be changed by variations in development. In printing the negative, the photographer has a wide choice in the physical surface of the paper, the tonal contrast, and the image colour. The photographer also may set up a completely artificial scene to photograph. The most important control is, of course, the creative photographer’s vision. He or she chooses the vantage point and the exact moment of exposure. The photographer perceives the essential qualities of the subject and interprets it according to his or her judgment, taste, and involvement. An effective photograph can disseminate information about humanity and nature, record the visible world, and extend human knowledge and understanding. For all these reasons, photography has aptly been called the most important invention since the printing press. Inventing the medium Antecedents The forerunner of the camera was the camera obscura, a dark chamber or room with a hole (later a lens) in one wall, through which images of objects outside the room were projected on the opposite wall. The principle was probably known to the Chinese and to ancient Greeks such as Aristotle more than 2, 000 years ago. Late in the 16th century, the Italian scientist and writer Giambattista della Porta demonstrated and described in detail the use of a camera obscura with a lens. While artists in subsequent centuries commonly used variations on the camera obscura to create images they could trace, the results from these devices depended on the artist’s drawing skills, and so scientists continued to search for a method to reproduce images completely mechanically. In 1727 the German professor of anatomy Johann Heinrich Schulze proved that the darkening of silver salts, a phenomenon known since the 16th century and possibly earlier, was caused by light and not heat. He demonstrated the fact by using sunlight to record words on the salts, but he made no attempt to preserve the images permanently. His discovery, in combination with the camera obscura, provided the basic technology necessary for photography. It was not until the early 19th century, however, that photography actually came into being. Early experiments Heliography Nicéphore Niépce, an amateur inventor living near Chalon-sur-Saône, a city 189 miles (304 km) southeast of Paris, was interested in lithography, a process in which drawings are copied or drawn by hand onto lithographic stone and then printed in ink. Not artistically trained, Niépce devised a method by which light could draw the pictures he needed. He oiled an engraving to make it transparent and then placed it on a plate coated with a light-sensitive solution of bitumen of Judea (a type of asphalt) and lavender oil and exposed the setup to sunlight. After a few hours, the solution under the light areas of the engraving hardened, while that under the dark areas remained soft and could be washed away, leaving a permanent, accurate copy of the engraving. Calling the process heliography (“sun drawing”), Niépce succeeded from 1822 onward in copying oiled engravings onto lithographic stone, glass, and zinc and from 1826 onto pewter plates. In 1826/27, using a camera obscura fitted with a pewter plate, Niépce produced the first successful photograph from nature, a view of the courtyard of his country estate, Gras, from an upper window of the house. The exposure time was about eight hours, during which the sun moved from east to west so that it appears to shine on both sides of the building. Niépce produced his most successful copy of an engraving, a portrait of Cardinal d’Amboise, in 1826. It was exposed in about three hours, and in February 1827 he had the pewter plate etched to form a printing plate and had two prints pulled. Paper prints were the final aim of Niépce’s heliographic process, yet all his other attempts, whether made by using a camera or by means of engravings, were underexposed and too weak to be etched. Nevertheless, Niépce’s discoveries showed the path that others were to follow with more success.
I just want to know the name of the two songs playing. The photograph trailer. The photograph trailer 2020. The photograph movie review. This has to be fake because he's definitely ACTING like a kid. I wonder how they were still attracted after even an hour of his company. Finally a love story with black people. Black Love is political af!🥰.
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