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art, dance in the burning air, erotic blasphemes, I burn lewd, me quemo lascivo, Poetry, Spanish translation
En tus silencio oscuro.
Tus espigados lujuria.
Tus cuarto oscuro.
Tus aire quema.
En tus libidinoso sonámbulo.
Me quemo lascivo.
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In your dark silence.
Your spiky lust.
Your dark room.
Your burning air.
In your libidinous sleepwalking.
I burn lewd.
memories of my ghost sista 
You seem to be going through a 1967 Haight-Ashbury phase. I like it. I’m going to have to put myself through a manipulation of images course if I’m going to get images up on microstock and sell them online. I’m impatient…I just want to know, not go riding some steep learning curve. And I know some people say the journey is it, but I want to start my journey farther up the road.
On my Way…
When you say you need to take a manipulation of images course in order to get your photos marketed, is that simply changing how they are saved (like from jep to something else) or is it more of editing? Going into the photo itself to do things? Because as they stand right now your photos are amazing (I know virtually nothing about selling things on-line, but I do enjoy hearing the stories of what happened) Regardless, please let me know when your art is up on microstock, that will be exciting!
Everything from sizing to noise reduction. Every site has different criteria and submission requirements, and I’m some of them are new to me. Also, I want to stramline the process, getting images that will be acceptable to more than one site so husband and I don’t have to re-work each image for each site. And what brought it up, is how you put together images with backgrounds and pixellation that changes the feel. Much of what we do is unique in itself, but familiarity and comfort with an image is often what sells it…shoppers suspect pretty strawberries in Ann Arbor in February.
Yes, and even though Ann Arbor now has a Trader Joe’s, it is odd how super-chain stores can get fresh produce year round, forever, it seems. Sometimes the illusion of freshness slips a bit. There was a TJ I use to visit in Las Vegas, where no produce is grown at all. Simply walking down the produce lane would always leave me with the impression that, despite the “organic” labels, everything before me must have had an insane amount of preservatives injected into it to survive the 120 degree journey across the desert.
I am sure once you start the process of reworking your photos it’ll come natural soon. Photobucket seemed insanely complicated to me when I first tried it but now it feels second nature. Funny how learning removes all the stress of using a new system.