OK, this isn’t exactly a photo topic, although it involves images in an album that I’ve been meaning to assemble. This might be about the meaning of life, devotion to a subject, or obsession. My special number (not entirely lucky nor magical, nor exclusively mine) is forty-seven. I see it almost daily without looking for it. Just a couple of days ago, I was working on my computer and noticed this one:
Yeah, 2:47:47. But, there are so many of these examples:
Between the Summer Solstice and the Winter solstice, the sun moves 47 degrees (23 1/2 degrees North and South of the equator) People born with Down’s Syndrome have 47 chromosomes instead of the more common 46 Some people believe a flying saucer crash-landed in 1947 in New Mexico, the 47th state (in order of admission) DVDs have a minimum capacity of 4.7 gigabytes Our randomly distributed trash receptacle has a serial number ending in “4774”
Forcing this back to photography, I love particular subjects, especially birds, bugs, and flowers. On the other hand, I’m less interested in photographing architecture, machines or people. Find the subject that captivates you. Your subject will also inspire and energize you.
http://www.edgewiseblog.com/mjh/category/47/
http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.1054135229466.2010981.1108374610&l=39d6859a26 (more screenshots)