Relics of the Keishin Hospital 2. HDR

Mike GristHaikyo, Hospitals, Kanagawa 10 Comments

Keishin Hospital was once a pre-eminent site of super high-tech radiology equipment, leading the charge as Japan raced into the modern era. Some 2o years ago that dream fell by the way-side though, and the place was left to the vandals. They tore out everything that could be torn out, leaving only a few metal fixtures too heavily stapled down. Then came the taggers, followed by the true grafitti artists, and the young people shooting documentaries, and the cosplay kids playing truant from school. Keishin has a whole other life, now that it’s dead. In this part we’ll look mostly …

The Friend Catcher

Mike GristZine 14 Comments

by Paul D. Brazill The morning after Charlotte killed her father, the air tasted like lead and the sky was gun metal grey. She stared out of the window of her East London flat, barely focusing on the rows of concrete blocks being smudged by the Autumn rain. The ensuing days of gloom collided with weeks and the weeks crashed into months. And then it was Spring.

Dave Hill’s ‘Girl on an Adventure’

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Dave Hill is one of the leading lights in HDR composite photography, layering multiple images together to recreate whatever he can imagine, to stunning and impresive effect. The ‘Dave Hill Effect’ is well-known in photography circles, a certain kind of washed-out, high contrast, stark imagery. Check out a few shots here, and go to his site to see the bulk of it. Girl on an Adventure

Tawnymoor – a poem

Mike GristPoems, Stories 1 Comment

by Michael John Grist. Make the feet for children’s shoes, Down the alley, back from hell, This whole town is made of iron Witnesses shall turn to steam Their Pockets filled with earth. • Grub the mantles, merrymen! Seize the steam and come to me, Here the zephyr rings on steel, the judge becomes a narwhal’s spike fill it with his blood. * Learn bankroll management and how to win slots at CasinoBonus.org!

Willow’s Cross

Mike GristZine 5 Comments

By Mari Mitchell. My name is Willow. I do not look, or feel like a Willow.. Willows are statuesque; they should be graceful and ethereal. I resemble Mrs. Potato Head. I have an older stepbrother named Patrick. He does not look like a Patrick either, more like Jack Skellington only with more hair and flesh. Everyone knows that Patricks have red hair, freckles and should be short. I do not think our parents are very good at naming things.. We are five years apart in age and from different planets. I of course am from Earth and he is from …