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I NEVER lost my marbles!
I got these marbles as a kid from my neighbor Georgie Poor. I was really little. I remember the sunny day he gave them to me, gathered together in a coffee can. We were standing under the cherry tree in my front yard. He lived right across the street. It was probably when he started High School or driving or dating girls or something; he passed them on to me. Mom said I could keep them. Georgie got sent to Vietnam. He got killed and came home in a box. I remember my mother crying. She cooked things for Georgie's father to eat and brought them to he and Georgie's grandfather, who also lived across the street. There was no mom at Georgie's house for whatever reason. My little kid mind doesn't remember why.
I photographed the marbles on my coffee table when the daylight was bright but not direct. The camera's settings were "macro" & "flash". I put the camera on a tripod aimed at a piece of white fabric. White reflects light through the marble's transparent parts, and something white in the image makes it easier to color-correct in Photoshop, too. I wanted the marble portraits to be true as can be color-wise.
The links to the pages of marble thumbnails are below. There's an marble still image automatic slide show, and 4 pages of marble thumbnails- size their fluid window however... Using multiple images is the best approach I could devise to share what it is like holding the marble between your thumb and forefinger, up to the light- revealing a peek inside the little round glass world. So beautiful! |