Comments for john ater / photographer http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog eye of the photographer Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:46:52 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 Comment on our way, not your’s by john ater http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/1376#comment-401 john ater Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:46:52 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=1376#comment-401 Good eye, my friend. Good eye, my friend.

]]> Comment on our way, not your’s by Carl http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/1376#comment-400 Carl Fri, 18 Nov 2011 17:38:53 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=1376#comment-400 McDonald's 24th and Mission. I know that mural McDonald’s 24th and Mission. I know that mural

]]> Comment on by Anonymous http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/1025#comment-64 Anonymous Tue, 26 Apr 2011 01:58:35 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=1025#comment-64 Like Like

]]> Comment on please hold on by Charina http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/181#comment-14 Charina Tue, 28 Sep 2010 20:00:36 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=181#comment-14 Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing. Beautifully written. Thank you for sharing.

]]> Comment on please hold on by Mana http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/181#comment-13 Mana Tue, 28 Sep 2010 18:26:42 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=181#comment-13 John, I love this! It reminded me of one of my own experiences. I used to make sandwiches for the homeless every Friday when I was in Highschool. Early on I met a women named Mary who had two cats and sat at the corner of Stockton and Grant where now there is a Starbucks; back then it was a vacant space. The day we met I offered her a sandwich and she declined, but asked if I would sit and talk to her. I did. She told me that she sometimes forgot the sound of her voice and would speak out loud to herself to remind her that she still had one. I visited Mary for sometime on that corner and then one day she was no longer there. I have no idea what happened to Mary, but she taught me something I have not forgotten. She taught me that the homeless are human beings. I loved what you added to this article. See you Saturday! John, I love this! It reminded me of one of my own experiences. I used to make sandwiches for the homeless every Friday when I was in Highschool. Early on I met a women named Mary who had two cats and sat at the corner of Stockton and Grant where now there is a Starbucks; back then it was a vacant space. The day we met I offered her a sandwich and she declined, but asked if I would sit and talk to her. I did. She told me that she sometimes forgot the sound of her voice and would speak out loud to herself to remind her that she still had one. I visited Mary for sometime on that corner and then one day she was no longer there. I have no idea what happened to Mary, but she taught me something I have not forgotten. She taught me that the homeless are human beings. I loved what you added to this article. See you Saturday!

]]> Comment on valencia & 18th by Ninotchka http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/756#comment-9 Ninotchka Fri, 27 Aug 2010 20:35:04 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=756#comment-9 sublime. I love the colors, lighting & overall mood. :::kissing my fingers::: <i>Molto bene!</i> sublime. I love the colors, lighting & overall mood. :::kissing my fingers::: Molto bene!

]]> Comment on still life with paint by Ninotchka http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/736#comment-7 Ninotchka Thu, 19 Aug 2010 17:08:39 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=736#comment-7 love this! love this!

]]> Comment on at home by midnight by Ninotchka http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/666#comment-5 Ninotchka Mon, 16 Aug 2010 00:32:56 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=666#comment-5 Hey honey, here goes nothing! (Hope it works) xo Hey honey, here goes nothing! (Hope it works) xo

]]> Comment on ride by willbirk http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/archives/38#comment-3 willbirk Thu, 24 Jun 2010 08:01:12 +0000 http://johnater.com/wordpressweblog/?p=38#comment-3 I like this photo. Something is obviously weighing on him. You captured it, froze it in black and white, in shadow. What could he be looking off to? Does he miss someone, or perhaps he misses a time long ago, never to be recaptured? Maybe he is concerned about the future, worried something he must do. Or, perhaps this is the greatest day of his life, and he is trying to take it all in, overcome with wonderful disbelief--because on this day his life changed for the better in ways he could never have imagined. I like this photo. Something is obviously weighing on him. You captured it, froze it in black and white, in shadow. What could he be looking off to? Does he miss someone, or perhaps he misses a time long ago, never to be recaptured?

Maybe he is concerned about the future, worried something he must do.

Or, perhaps this is the greatest day of his life, and he is trying to take it all in, overcome with wonderful disbelief–because on this day his life changed for the better in ways he could never have imagined.

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