The best photo I have ever took is a picture of a sunset over Montreal reflecting into a building windows.

The best one I ever took I think was in high school actually. I just took a picture of a girl in my class outside the dark room and somehow, accidentally she had just glanced up at me at that exact second and moved in a way that her hair flipped. A combination of right elements at that time made it my favorite picture. Lost it in a move. Still can’t find it. Bummer.

I still remember everything about the day I took this one:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/watsonthebeliever/5886485342/

Best photo I ever took was of my 8yr old nephew scoring the winning goal in his first ever soccer tournament. He had been tackled three times previously, and I told him that the other team was trying to take him out because they knew he would win the game. He tied the game, and then won it as soon as they put him back on the field. His belief in himself began to equal my belief in him after this game, and I caught it on film.

The best photo I ever took was a photo of my grandfather who was sitting in his rocking chair reading the Sunday paper as he always did and my grandmother who was half his size standing behind him planting a kiss on top of his head. She passed away shortly after. That picture and that single moment really reflected their 63 years together.

I think it was this one http://www.flickr.com/photos/alansierra/5610293297

We were on an art trip to Mexico City, the hotel was full of young art students discussing contemporary. Suddenly in the TV came the picture of Mona Lisa. We started laughing immediately.

Hmmm…best picture.
It’s silly, but I think it was a picture of me.

I was a ugly duckling growing up. And then when I was 12 I took a self portrait where I for the first time thought I looked pretty. It was a strange feeling.

i took a foto of my husband snoring heavily on the bed,first night of our honeymoon.

I took a photo of a young girl the morning after a fun filled afternoon and evening at Pickathon Music Festival in Oregon. I woke up before everyone else in my camp and was getting a coffee and noticed this young girl soaking in the morning rays. I snapped a shot and it to me embodies a lot of the beauty of this all ages and obviously kid friendly festival.I shot it with a Polaroid Land Camera. This particular camera hasn’t worked properly since this weekend.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeremyokai/209200170/

The best photo I have ever taken was a macro shot of a praying mantis that looks as if it was playing the washing line. They really are the most insane insects! I took this photo when travelling in India
http://cargocollective.com/yamunaforzani/India-trip

My best photo is when I took my friend’s dog Archie on the seafront promenade of my hometown, Brighton. It was just after a downpour the dark clouds had lifted with the sun half peeking out. Archie was picking up his ball off the ground, it was the perfect moment for a photo. the dark clouds lifting, streaks of sunlight breaking through, all reflecting on the wet ground. With Archie caught in the middle of the frame. The surrounding clouds were amazing as was the sunlight breaking through.

Aside all the massive installations and murals of last year’s ArtPrize (http://www.artprize.org/) I stumbled upon a very intimate sculpture set that completely contrasted the rest of the festival. It was a series of sculptures of Saint Mary that got more and more detailed as they went. They were set on a white shelf in a completely black room with one incredibly warm light focusing on the shelf.

I stopped my aperture all the way down to 1.4 and at an angle focused on the least detailed of them. The depth of field created a sense that the sculpture was almost fading into existence; but the order from most detailed to least created the sense that it was falling apart. This juxtaposition was probably the best storytelling I’ve ever accomplished using only my camera.

best photo I took was in a safeway. It was a B&W shot of 2 liter soda bottles in a isle. The perspective of the bottles were tweaked due to the position of the capture. There is also a shallow depth of field, and the coca cola band was in focus.

When i was 10, a picture of my twin brother carrying a camera too, so that there is no way anyone could ever tell if it’s an autoportrait or a simple portrait, even we forgot ! there’s something really disturbing when looking at this picture…

In the summer of 2011 I went with my mum, sister and boyfriend to Stradbroke Island for a beach holiday. I got a disposable underwater camera for the trip to take some fun photos with. One day it was raining but we all decided to go swimming anyway!! I riding my bodyboard in the waves and took a hilarious photo of my mum! I caught a wave and had my camera in hand ready to take a photo and called out to my mum so that I could take her picture. She turned around and thought I was going to crash into her (not realising my awesome bodyboarding skill at steering). I took the photo right as she screamed. When I got the film developed it was the best photo and I managed to capture so much fear. She has her hands up trying to protect herself and her mouth is open in horror. It’s a side that I’ve never really seen of my mum and makes it look more like a shark is heading towards her!

the best photograph i’ve ever taken would have to be a picture of my friend bronwyn. it was the first or second day of school maybe, and she was walking up to us while we sat on the grass in front of our school. her straight shoulder-length hair was swinging back and forth and her laughter could be heard from steps away. it was so sunny and beautiful and in the photo she has the most lonely but antagonizing look in her eyes and her hair is caught perfectly in motion.
it was the best.

…The other day I snapped a quick photo, just on my iphone. My girlfriend and I were out on a bike ride, and had stopped at this little coffee shop to chat and hangout on their patio. We were talking about the most outrageous things (from what I can tell was the consensus of the looks we were getting from the other patrons), and she grabbed our plates and mugs and took them inside. When she came out I had already gotten up and was standing in the neighbouring driveway, and caught this amazing picture full of contrast between the sun set, the park across the street, both of our yellow bikes, her leopard print leggings, and a face that could only summed up as: “what the fuck are you doing, you dork”.

I suck at taking photos, I’d probably give the camera to her.

Three years ago, I moved from my hometown Chicago to Oakland, CA for a job. My mother came to my house to wish me good luck and all of that emotional stuff (per usual) that caring parents tend to do. I had my polaroid camera out. While my mom was pointing her finger at me and chiding me about my terrible folding job, I snapped a really great photo of her with the most frustrated face EVER! The photo came out pretty dim, as most polaroids do. The old wooden panels (circa the 70′s) plus the dim color of the photo made it look extremely cool! I wrote on the bottom of the picture, WWMD??? What would mom do? It still is taked up in my room today.

In 2007 at the FIB festival I took a picture of Patrick Wolf crowd surfing. It was the last of the film. He was a few inches away from my face, I lifted the camera over my head and shot without looking. I cut half of his face but love how it turn out. You can really feel the atmosphere; heat, sweat and glitter!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/milindris/894539963/in/set-72157600997644662

The best photo I ever took was of the surface of the ocean, just as my camera fell into it (and survived only to give me that one image).

The best photo I ever took was of my girlfriend waiting for the NYC train at south station:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/chasblackman/6790510832/in/photostream

It’s dreamy.

walking trough the streets of berlin with my family. my grandfather had just reunited with his brother, whom he hadn’t seen nor spoken to for half a decade. and there was me, in the middle of this reunion taking pictures of both them and the city my grandfathers brother hadn’t seen since before the fall of the berlin wall. so we were walking past that little peace left of the wall, when we saw this guy with a huge soap-bubble-set. I took an extreme close shot picture of the shiny and colorful soap-bubbles, and in it reflected was, at a very far distance, the two brothers and parts of berlin buildings. just a really peaceful moment that left me with the picture Im most proud of.

Her shoulders were broad. Her overcoat a dull red. Her skirt held the sexuality of times gone by. The squareness of her overall composure as she stood motionless, staring straight down the lens was only emphasised by her barren expression and oversized legs. Why was she carrying a bag in each hand?
Her apparent non-sporting physique was brought into question by the presence of the adidas logo just visible under the collar of her tshirt.
Where was she going?
Did I love this lady?
Yes, Instantly. She was the one.

I was in new zealand on top of one of its tropical mountains, in this kind of weird shack where people gathered and got drunk after a harsh day of rock climbing. I was outside, my friend was inside, and we were enjoying ourselves at communicating with facial expressions through a window (yes, the day had been long and exhausting, and anything was fun due to our lack of energy and mental lazyness). As i took hold of my old-school camera (canon from the 80s!) and took a picture of my friend through the window, i never imagined what would be the end result! The developed frame showed a clear focus on my own reflection in the window and a clear focus of my friend’s face on the other side! The background of the picture is the reflection of the scenery that was behind me! The effect is creepy; my friend and I look as if we were one human with 4 eyes, with pale white and dark brown skin at the same time, and a mixture of curly brown hair and wavy ginger hair ! Priceless!

The best picture I ever took was when watching people work in the woods. There was this guy coming up the hill with a chainsaw, another one with an axe standing at the top of the hill. The third man is just standing there. All of it looked so surreal.

You find the picture here:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/claudiamai/4246784135/in/set-72157623018811261

One of my favorites photos it’s my winner dog running fowards me. How cute!!
http://www.flickr.com/photos/bel_515/5343707088/in/photostream

the best picture i took is a scene in egypt, where you can see three different camels looking in three different direction and every single one is looking incredibly silly in it´s own way

My most favorite photograph I’ve ever taken was actually on an old cell phone of mine. My best friend and I realized that a full lunar eclipse was taking place one night and got up really early (around 4 am) to go drive out to see it, pick up our other friend and make it to high school on time. Surprisingly, we did. We got his dad’s high powered binoculars, picked up our friend, and went out to the lake. The roads around there are super twisting/maze-like and..somehow after chasing the moon around, daylight was breaking and we found ourselves in this clearing by the water where an entire herd of deer was grazing. We all stepped out into the water of the lake with our pant legs rolled up and that’s when I took the picture of a hazy morning in the Ozark mountains. It was just clear enough to see the sunrise peeking out behind a mountain but foggy enough to capture how mysterious that whole morning had been. Man! Forgot about that until just now!

The best photo I have thus far taken: In late 2004 I was on an airplane. I squished my camera between the seat and the window to try to take a picture of the midwest spread below me with the roads and rivers drawn out like tan pencil lines beneath the blue haze. What I got was a photo that was half of that, and the other half was the solid hard metal of the jet engine housing. I hit the shutter at just the right speed and angle so that the turbine looks as if it’s stopped… as if the plane is frozen hanging in stasis high over the earth. It’s graphic and surreal all at once.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/nhyrvana/2040752/in/photostream/

It was one of the first Polaroid’s I’d taken. It’s of two friends eating wings in a bar in Buffalo, NY. I love it because the slightly faded film and their smiles look like a picture a restaurant would put up on their wall to show it’s age/character. A great remember of a good time.

I think the best photo I took was a couple of years ago with a canon eos 300 (and kodak tmax400 i think).The photo was of sunrise in the mountain Vitosha in Bulgaria and my friends sleeping near the dying fire and the sun rising from the hills. I love that picture because in a way it describes my youth – a time without problems, just one great moment of joy.

I was in the front of my friends classic car, my girlfriend was in the back, with her head out of the window, I leaned out of the front window and took the picture of her.

My favorite photo is one I took with an old Polaroid that belonged to my college roommate. I’d just gotten a kitten, and wanted to take a few shots of him, but the light in my apartment was terrible, and he kept darting under the furniture. In a moment of inspiration, I took him up to the roof of my apartment building and took a picture of him on the sun-drenched expanse of gravel there. The camera and film had been banging around basements, attics and dorm rooms for so long that something had gone awry, and the photo it created showed only the cyan elements of the image…rendering my kitten on a gravel roof as a pointillist masterpiece in blue and green. I loved it! Sadly, before I could create more images, my room mate threw the camera away. “It was broken,” she said. Broken? I thought it was perfect!

La mejor foto que eh tomado, fue en un viaje a Bolivia con mi novia; ella me prestó su cámara, ya que yo no tengo, y cuando estábamos cruzando el Lago Titicaca, yendo para la Isla del Sol, presione el botón, y después del estallido de luz, detuve en el tiempo millones de colores y los sentimientos del momento, por estar allí.Es inolvidable e increíble como podemos tener fragmentos del tiempo, como podemos guardar en un cajón, un papel con la imagen del momento que ya pasó.

my best photo is my next one.

my perfect photo was taken with a lomo LC-A. i was lucky enough to have the window seat, on the food tray i had my moleskin, a can of coke (red one, with no holiday branding) and a generic blue pen, the best kind. It was taken somewhere above the coast of NY, or maybe farther, over the ocean, i was on my way back home for the first time in 2 years in a Delta Airlines plane, away from the cold november and towards the never ending summer of the caribbean.

That was two years ago, again.

The best photo I ever took wasn’t that pretty,but full of good memories. It was six in the morning after a night out with three friends of mine. On the picture you see all four of us doing our own things. It looks like we’re all telling our own story. You can see the pain in my face because that nght I broke my arm by dancing to wild.

i once’ve been to an art exhibition in hamburg, germany. it showed the sculptures and pictures of a turkish/german physicist named ‘attila csörgö’.
he not only was a brilliant photographer but he also built sculptures based on scientific principles while he always’ve been working with light and the ability to experience his work in three dimensions. and there was this one piece that made it impossible to just walk pass it with just one look.
it was in a dark room an on two elevated parts of the floor, there were two devices.
and the first one is shown on my best picture.
it is a small turning table, a circle with maybe 0.6m as it’s diameter and its rotating clockwise. on top of it is a structure holding a rod, aligned 45° to the ground, 40cm long and rotating around an axis set 20cm from each end. and on every end is a small light.
now this whole structure, the turning table as well as the rod, is rotating and in the dark room with a steady camera and long exposure time it shows a hemisphere.

if you want to check it out, click here: http://tinyurl.com/7fkj4va

A black and white photo of my husband in a rubber monster mask: I developed and printed it myself. The reason it is particularly grat is that his skin tone and the green mask matched exactly in b/w so that it looked as if the mask is actually his face. Creepy.

i went to thailand for travelling. feeling, seeing, even smelling this wonderful culture. i’m still without words for describing this beautiful country. especially the landscape.
but i was even more impressed when i descent and saw the wonderful underwater world. nothing compared to anything else i’ve ever seen. that beauty. i still feel like a mermaid if i look back at that very moment.

I took my best picture, last summer in the forest behind our house…it was a very cloudy night and some friends just decided to spray one of our latest graffitis on an old wall..I took that picture just in that moment an old man came down the street and screamed at us and my best friend suddenly startet to run away… Great picture, great light, great dynamic in this picture!

I am not quite sure what photo I would say is the best one I have taken but the ones I like the most are the pictures that I take of something i stumble upon by accident and just know that if I don’t take the shot I will regret it.

One of these photographs is one that I took of two Mods in London last year. I was walking through Soho and these two guys drove past me in their old scooters looking cool in their green coats and parked just up the road. I walk up to them and asked them if they could pose for me on their scooters and they said sure.

The picture turned out great and it is the one shot that stands out the most for me out of my photographs.

I want it please.
Best photo… I took it very long ago in some city in Germany. I was i think 11 or 12. I was taking shots of all the buildings and such with my mom’s camera and I saw a woman standing in the middle of the square smoking a cigarette. She was just standing there looking up at the cathedral and thinking. I didn’t want her to see me take a picture of her so i held the camera down by my hip and took it with my back to her. The photo came out so much better than I had expected. It was crookedly cropped with her standing with her arms crossed, cigarette loosely held in one hand and her expression was so deep. It’s impossible to know what thoughts were in her head, but it was beautiful.

My first impossible polaroid, It was a picture of my cute red puddle dog. It was really special because I have gone through a lot of trouble to fix my sx-70 camera to get a working polaroid out of the vintage camera.

I remember that was spring break and I woke up early to go downtown and take some photos from different buildings. That was two years ago and I was using my last expired 600 polaroid film. I set my mind doing something different, so I took a yellow filter from 35 film camera to a old vintage look. I try to get the best spot from different buildings and good angles. So I went to the top of a big building and I got the best shot of the city, since then I haven’t use none polaroid film. If you would like to see the photos heres the link, hope you like it…

http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.184204058350970.33606.100002841303548&type=3

The best photograph I’ve ever taken was at a halloween party in 2009. I was drunk, he was high. http://www.flickr.com/photos/artistfriendship/4073521632. I had no idea how to work the old flash and didn’t even think about shutter speed. A spur of the moment photo turned out to be one of my best.

I was freelancing for a website on a story about a coal-polluted town in Iowa on the mississippi river. (Muscatine) It was January and the sun had just set. The fading light was caught in the smoke and steam from this factory part of town and I shot some video and then snapped a shot on my lil Kodak Sport (5 megapixels). That shot was selected for the article and then the article was picked up by the Minneapolis Star Tribune and which also published that picture with the headline Pretty City, Dirty Air.

8:00 AM
I woke up on a January morning, my parents and brother were still sleeping, all was quiet and seemed to be ok.
I down the stairs looking for something to eat, then I saw it: soil from the pots, water (well it was not water, but i tougth it was XD) , reserves form the lower kitchen compartments and a big hole on the couch, yes my little cocker spaniel “Toty” was the guilty.
Before search for Toty I cleaned the whole room, my parents would kicked her of the house if they saw what she did.
I finished and began searching her, but it was not finished, a roll of stickers from mom’s work was hidden behind the couch, all biten so I looked and there she was, with all the stickers on her head pacific looking trougth the window like if nothing has happened, she didn’t saw me, so I went from the camera, put a new 35mm roll on it, and surprised her with a shot.
The photography were lost as some ligth filtered trougth the camera :/ and Toty gone few months later (I still have few pics of her), but even without a physical photography I still remember her with all those stickers around her head, proof of her “tricks”.
Thats why is my perfect picture, not because it was amazing, because it was memorable .

Probably when I was walking through the dense forest right by the bay in Cape Cod when she walked through the sun which was peering through a patch in the wooded treetop. Her back to me and red shirt illuminated by the warm sun.

On the sandy point of an island in the Vanuatu Archepelago. Altitude of 3cm above sea level for the whole island. Low tide, 1 AFL footy, 1 2 1/2 yr old pale skin , blonde curly hair, wearing oversized floral boardies and a shell necklace (my son).
Four, 4- 9 year old local Ni Vanuatu boys keen to learn how to play AFL footy i theor school uniforms and bare feet, no language, massive smiles nad the footy getting around however it goes.
The odd crab and starfish to miss and then a CATCH. My son catches a massive kick and the exact moment with all faces so amazed, the action and excitement is caught on the camera from 2 1/2 year old height.

The best photo I ever took was of my best friend standing in a wheat field. It was right when the sun was setting on Loucelles, France, where I lived at the time, and we had to run to catch the last light after having dinner with my host family. He’s got an American flag draped over his shoulders as he’s pulling tobacco out of his pouch, the filter’s in his mouth because that’s what we learned to do while we lived there. He’s wearing this blue hoodie that we’ve both shared tons of memories in, and it just is the perfect definition of him. This is my best photo that really resonates with us, the American exchange students living in Normandy.

It was 2003 and I was in–what felt like–the hottest place on earth… the ancient Mayan city of Tikal. We climbed ruins, trekked through the jungle, felt like explorers in a forgotten realm. At the top of the tallest pyramid the endless jungle spread out before me as far as the eye could see, with the peaks of the surrounding pyramids pushing through the growth. In that moment and at the top of the highest pyramid I took a photograph and burned into my mind one of the most beautiful scenes I would ever witness.

~F

It was the summer of 2008 and me and my cousin, also one of my best friends, we’re spending the last few days at our lake house in spicer, Minnesota. We had just spent the entire day in the sun wading in and out of the lake. We were exhausted from the heat of the day. We had just changed from our bathing suits into jeans and our respective tank tops. We walked the long dock barefoot so you could still feel the sand against the cold metal dock. We took our seats and let our feet dangle just so they grazed the top of the lake. The sunset was just beginning and our skin was relieved. I put my Polaroid 600 on the bench right behind us and put it on self timer and snapped it. It was a great day and a great ending to a seemingly endless summer. I’ll never forget my youth.

I spray painted the pavement at my school with silver paint and in the soft light of the moon, I snapped a shot of the bushes, flowers and silvery paint. It was pretty neat.

The best photo I’ve taken is of my cat at night.
Ever since he was little he’s slept right beside me. I’ll see his little white paws emerge out of the darkness, or feel of his light jump onto the edge of the mattress. He’ll make his way around and wait for me to lift the blanket so he can use my arm as his pillow. I’ll cover him up and cuddled into a warm ball, he’ll sleep peacefully. I always want to remember these moments, so I took a photo of him from my perspective. This way, whenever I look at the photo, it’ll take me back to those nights where it was just me and my little cat.

Walking down a back alley of Asakusa in Tokyo, I stumbled upon an elderly man sitting on a stool having his hair cut by his elderly wife in the middle of the alley way. It was something so normal for them, yet seem so genuine and beautiful to me. Made me realise that true love does exist in that very moment.

Killing time before work, I detoured through Grand central terminal in new york. I had my old Minolta with me and was exploring and snapping shots. I walked across an overpass and stopped to rest, watching the commuters rushing to catch trains below me. After a moment the busy corridor below eerily emptied out and a mysterious tall slim shadowy figure wearing a suit and a top hat walked alone towards me. I rushed to set up my camera almost dropping it over the edge, waited for the figure to walk into the center of the frame and nervously snapped the shot. It was one of those moments that sends chills down your spine, as if this ghost like stranger knew I was waiting for him. The black and white film I shot with adds to the eeriness. His black silhouette contrasts against the soft lighting of the station, his face shadowed by his hat. Its a complete candid, although it looks totally set up. I still wonder who this person is, where they are going, what they are holding, wishing I could show them my photo. It tells a story. Photos that tell a story are the best.

best one i ever took is of my friend thomas. we all went to his house to hang out and ended up putting vinegar in our mouths and baking soda and seeing how long we could last without it exploding out. i got a picture of him right after he coughed it all out.

A group of four young men are sitting by the water, rocks at their feet. If I had to guess, they were in their early teens. The sun is bright and warm and they are surrounded by lush green foliage and concrete. A soft white translucent curtain is half drawn across them.

They are pasted to the wall.

Sidewalk chalk + photography + illusions + my best freinds = teenage girls lying on the ground with chalk “balloons” in hand. The camera was crappy, the day was cold, but the fun is still real. I’d love to take even more beautiful memories with a gem like the Polariod Sun 600!
Here’s the photo: http://a6.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/402814_3000003917813_1193755319_3324402_1527607553_n.jpg

The best photo I ever took was of one of my best friends in the woods. It was a cool, damp but sunny day and we decided to take a walk through the woods in the Vancouver Point Grey area, just days before she left for Toronto (for good).

We both enjoy the silence we share when we go for walks, but we also know how to have fun when a camera’s involved. That day, I had my camera with me and an idea came when we stumbled upon a tree stump. I told her to pretend she was a pro gymnast by balancing herself on the stump with only her arms, with legs spread out. I said, “This is going to be the money shot!!” She said, “I don’t know why I do the things you tell me to do but OK!!”

We laughed as I snapped what I thought was the perfect picture that captured all the creative fun we had that day.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/j-chong/4684098279/in/set-72157617317496405

The best photo I’ve ever taken was of my friend in an apple orchard. She was balancing apples on her head, and I decided to try to shoot one with my old Minolta SRT-100 before it could roll off. The atmosphere was perfect, overcast and foggy, and it brings out the apple really well. I got lucky in having a great depth of focus, with the background completely blurred. Better than I could have hoped for. http://www.flickr.com/photos/c_lamothe/6215453233/

One of the best pictures I ever took was when I stopped at a beautiful beach during my road trip across Australia. One of my friends and I broke off from the group and found a rocky expanse that jutted out into the sea. We spent some time sitting under giant boulders, but when the sun started to set we headed back towards the main group. My friend ran ahead of me, up a small rocky hill, straight into the sun. I snapped a shot of his silhouette running into the sunset of a rocky, alien-looking land.

Hey! Im not the best photographer but I love photography!
So I went backpacking along the coast of Ireland in 2008 and I saw theM ost wonderful sights, with huge mountains, sweeping green planes and craggy cliffs leading to the stormy water. Not to mention the stars were incredible, If only i had a camera to take a picture.. Please! bring back polaroids!

I love a serie of pictures I did at Cordoba, Argentina for a client.

I took one of them from pinkish cupolas of a church with lots of mosaic tiles as adornments. The sky was perfectly light blue and the sun was so yellow I can feel it as sunflowers floting in the air.

Check it at: http://www.behance.net/gallery/Digital-Frame-App/820766

It is the first one.

the black and white photo of my littlest sister who was waving her long hair on her elementary uniform under the midday sun

the best photo i took was the nature of grass.

every year my friends and i look forward to memorial day weekend, simply for the world’s greatest hipsterpalooza, sasquatch music festival. the 4 day music getaway is at the scenic gorge amphitheatre in george, washington (yes! that’s the name! haha), which offers amazing views of the columbia gorge as your favorite band plays (imagine band of horses playing “the funeral” while the sun sets…oh god). last year, we all got so excited about what was in store for us that weekend, we all hopped up onto our car roofs and started dancing as we were driving into the campgrounds. the best picture i ever took captured this moment, with my two friends looking as happy as ever, one with his hands up, the other wearing a sombrero and a fake mustache (i don’t know why either. but it was awesome.).

The best photo I ever took was an accident. It was for a photography project in high school and I was learning how to use the Pentax. The best shot of the 4 rolls was this solitary shot of an elm tree. It had such well defined lights and darks.

The print I made from it was amazing, and I still have it even though it was 18yrs ago.

was a head and shoulders portrait of my mate in melbourne as she was exhaling a puff of smoke..little generic but something about the timing and the look in her eyes as amazingw

I had had my DSLR for less than one month and it was raining like a MF in São Paulo. My girlfriend was doing something for the house and I am pretty sure she was a bit mad that instead of helping I was adjusting the camera and shooting random stuff. We lived in an apartment with a view – which is quite rare around there – and I noticed the lightnings and the storm closing in. I set up the tripod, prepared the camera for longer exposures and started shooting. Even though I shot about 50 pictures from that same window, none of them was better than the third or fourth attempt, with the dark stormy sky, some nearby buildings, and this big lightning right behind them.

The result can be seen at http://www.flickr.com/photos/gp-sachs/4260727908/in/set-72157624188834439

the best photo I ever took is a photo taken 5 years ago. when i saw it at the time I was not very impressed. Two weeks ago, ordering my negative archives, I saw it and I was reminded of how photography has changed my perception of things around and how I have changed my way of viewing because of it.
mutually.

a 2D picture of my best friend in the whole world wearing 3D glasses..

The gem of a photo that I consider my best was on my trip to NYC. We went to the MOMA on a busy Friday afternoon! After walking around a bit I saw some people congregating around a very large painting…. to my surprise it was Edward Rusha’s oil painting, “OOF”. Posing innocently in front of said painting was a family of fob Japanese tourists…all beaming with huge smiles. I couldn’t help but bust out laughing. (While not Rusha’s intent, OOF is a slang word that means something else in Hawaii). I quickly knelt behind the father and took my own angle of his families portrait– This is my favorite candid shot, with the look on their faces it’s priceless!

Before I (briefly) moved out to Vancouver Island, friends and I had a ‘so long’ party/barbeque. I received a few gifts, one of which was a disposable camera. Not really thinking I snapped photos throughout the evening. It was a good time of year, like early BBQ season. People were coming out and feeling really relaxed. You know, one of those nights that you kind of sink into with friends. Once you are in it, you just ride out the night, no one wants to be anywhere else. It took 4 years for me to develop those photos. They are all pretty bad, but they contain the feeling of the night. Sunlight into the late evening, shorts and long-sleeves, burgers and drinks.

I was given an old Nikon F a while ago and last year I took a roll of film at our favorite family holiday spot, Lake Alexandrina in New Zealand.
The best image was the view from our deck looking out across the lake.
It was nearing the end of summer and life was beautiful. The colours came out quite saturated which I loved, a bright, piercing light blue in the sky and reflected in the water.
The sky had a couple of soft, small clouds and there were a few black swans on the lake.
The lake is surrounded by old willow trees and the water was clear and still.
I look at the photograph and am reminded of our lovely times spent there.

I would say it is the one that made me realise I should go into graphic design and dig photography as a creative tool.
That photo was taken in the south east wharfs of Bermondsey in London, one fresh sunny afternoon. Picture that, sunny warm light hitting the bricks of the old cold store now derelict. No one around, my bike is on the side, I catch my breath and think how I can capture the joy that place gives me. No one around, I can take my bad 3 mp camera and try. Thanks to that woman coming out of nowhere, dressed in vintage clothing, passing in the frame but at a far distance. I shoot. It’s maybe a nice one from the tiny lcd screen. I’ll see on my computer later… Photography is a succession of accidents. Just like everything.

The best photograph I ever took was bittersweet. It was the last photograph I took with my best friend of 22 years. Both are faces are beaming up at the camera, our cheeky grins and mischievous eyes twinkled up. Me and her adopting the same pose we’ve do for every picture. Me stooping down to the height of her wheelchair and her tiny arm wrapped around my neck. Both oblivious of the future tragedy facing us. Sadly, she was taken away from me 4 months ago and while the pain is still raw, I still look at this photo and it makes me smile and think of the good times we’ve shared.

The best photo I’ve taken so far is of my grandmother who occasionally visits from Seattle. One day I got a picture of her preparing a bunch of Filipino veggies for dinner. Her candid smile and the slight motion blur of her working hands was the best. Totally defines her hardworking and carefree lifestyle

The best instant phot I have ever taken was actually taken with the discounted Push film with my SX-70.
My girlfriend standing near the mouth of a cave near a lake. She is wearing a dress but because of the crazy nature of that film you cant really tell and she look a lot like Raquel Welch lol
Still very beautiful and great unexpected results

I took a photo of the moment my rabbit woke my boyfriend up with a sharp tug to his hair.

My best picture ever was shot during flying the london eye. I took it with my lomo action sampler. By coincident it was a double exposure, not knowing it. It is a cloudy tuscany sky with some hills in the back, combined with the translucent cabin in the opposite of mine. it looks like an flying saucer of a science fiction movie from the early twenties. And that four times through the four lenses of the action sampler. I blew it up and made a big poster of it. Outstanding!

when i was 22, i accidentally drove off the west side of the pacific coast highway (and rolled down the cliff towards the ocean.) my passenger and i both survived, quite well, amazingly, despite some intense poison oak. weeks later, i was in line for coffee and was flipping through the photos i had just developed. a woman behind me spotted an incredible one that had red discoloration mottling the california shore, at the bottom of the cliff. i had taken it the last time we took a driving break, just before the crash. she asked me, “what happened there?” and i answered that it must have been a mistake in the developing. she asked again: what HAPPENED there? and that’s when i realized where, and when, the photo was taken.

While rock climbing in Joshua tree last year me and a group of friends set off into the rocky terrain to climb the biggest rock face in the 20mile radius…it was 100 feet into the air. me being the person iam climbed with my canon camera strapped on my back…it was the hardest climb ive ever done..the granite was wet from eailer rainfall. No matter, once i got to the top it was nearly sunset. i steadily take out my equipment being extremely cautious when suddenly i hear the loudest cry. in panic i quickly turn around to see a family of crows nested in a crack about 2feet away. i focused my lens and took my favorite picture. the colors turned out beautiful.:)

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The greatest picture I have taken are hard to describe because I take pictures every day with my eyes.

the next one i take will be the best one. its a constant process of improvement and it never stops.

The best photo I ever took was of the view from the top of Mt. Sinai in Egypt. My boyfriend and I had spent that day hiking through the vast and sometimes eerie landscape. After trekking up the final “steps of penitence” to reach the summit, we relaxed, looking out on the beautiful scene in front of us. At sunset, I snapped a gorgeous purple sky over rust mountains.

Some friends and I celebrated their engagement with laughing, and drinking in their kitchen. I was introduced to a friend of theirs with a beard. Later in the night we wondered how many skewers we could fit in his beard. The photo I took is of his beard filled with kitchen skewers and a smile on his face. We got married a few years after that
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The best photo I ever took was of my new vintage “gold” 50th anniversary Polaroid Sun 600 camera. Of course it will have to be taken once I receive this lovely piece of equipment.

The best photo I have ever taken is actually a photo of the countryside around the village where I live. We have a large lake there, surrounded by rocks and woods. One night I went to the woods with my best friend, we climbed up the rocks, sat down and looked down on the beauty of the lake and nature at 1 a.m. It was all very fairy-tale like, very subtle, combined with the fresh air. I took a picture, just to have this memory captured. When I looked at it the day after, I saw the picture came out very nice and really looked like a scenery from a fairy tale. It has a subtle purple and pink hue all over and the lights above the lake made a huge circle of orange light shining upon the whole village.

it’s so strange when i try to find the best photo l took of my life, i couldn’t remind anything. Even if i’ve addicted to take snap phtography for fun with my close friends for a long time. i think i just wasted my precious films. haha. The Only iamage which suddenly poped up in my head is this little cute moment.
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i think i just love this moment of my life and try to catch this lovely memory for myself who must be old someday and the moment which should be fainted by time to time.
because it’s impossible to remember everything NICE it happend to me.
sometimes i feel i love spending time with people more than taking photography

The best photo I’ve taken is the one with my mom sleeping in a hotel room in Prague. The sun shone through the curtains and my mom was still asleep in the little bit uncomfortable bed. Right then I felt it was my turn to protect her as she had protected me for the last 28 years.

I was in Indonesia for a class, and I visited a school where I met many children who eventually sang an Indonesian song for me. Amidst their singing and dancing, I snapped a shot. When I got the roll developed, each child was blurred from their clapping and dancing except for the center child, who was entirely still except for his clapping hands. As the only sharp part of the image, he seems to be glowing. I admire the photo as it hangs in a small collection above my bed.

5. a.m, a foggy morning on the edge of a french river. One of the best morning in my life.
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The best photo I took was of my foot right after my toe got cut off while mowing the lawn. I don’t know how it happened but the blade somehow missed everything but the toe beside my pinky toe on my right foot. I was in the hospital on a bed and there was lots of blood. No more detail really needed.

The best photo I ever took will be the first one I take with this magnificent beast!

An underwater shot of my brothers, fully clothed and with sunglasses, sitting on chairs at the bottom of a pool holding coffee mugs.

A picture of my father couple of months before he died.

The best picture I took was of my grandparents sitting on a bench in front of their little garden shed. It was taken on their golden wedding, celebrating their unique love with the whole family.

The best photo I’ve ever taken was my dog dying on a Turkish carpet while he was blind and shivering from seizure.
I think I lost the photo.

I have two favourite photos, but the one that I’m most fond of is probably the photo from this summer, when a couple of friends and I went to the beach. I remember the drive being more fun and beautiful than the actual destination. I had these rose tinted glasses, and the sea and high hills just looked so infinite and warm, like the world was on fire. We had on a few of my friend’s mix and it was one of those really, truly great carefree moments.

When we got to the cove, the clouds rolled in, and instead of going for a swim, we decided to walk down to the other side of the bay, where there were some caves/ crevices in the rock face. The photo that I snapped is of the back of my friend exiting the cave, and all you can see is a rough silhouette of her outline, with all her strands of hair lit up by the sun from the outside, and it’s such a magical shot for me, like a nymph or something.

My friend does backflips into lakes. this particular lake was as flat as a mirror and was reflecting a fullish moon, thus it looked just like the sky. this optical illusion of sky/water/water/sky was enough of a thrill. Ben then backflipped from a height of about five metres and appeared to by heading to the moon.

My photo came out a mysterious black with gold spots.

Stumbling through the never ending forest. Feet caked in mud, scratches bleeding. Running, faster now. The fog may have lifted momentarily, but they still lurk in the shadows. The snap of a branch, crunch of dead dried up leaves, I can still feel their presence.

Watching, waiting. Never leaving.

Relentless.

I was visiting my girlfriends hometown, Gjógv, where she lived from age 1-4, with the 40 other people living there.

Right when we entered the town, I saw this silhouette of a lonely old sheep standing on top of a hill, with the town houses, ocean and tall mountains on the other side of the ocean, all in the background. It was the last frame on the roll, and I was so excited to rewind and change film, that I rewound the film backwards. To my surprise, it left these dreamy yellow and red stretchmarks on the very underexposed negative.

My younger brother went bowling for his 10th birthday and I took a picture of him just as he celebrated getting a strike and threw his arms in the air. He looks crazy happy.

the best photo i ever took was from a pedestrian bridge looking down at the river below- a red shopping cart was stuck at the bottom of the river bed and was faintly visible through the sea foam teal river water. It was sunset and the rippling water was reflecting bits of golden light.

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It was once, when I was on my drawing classes. There were lots of people drawing a balet dancer – young girl in her performing suit. She sat on a chair, we set up lights and people started to work on their pieces. I was drawing, when my tutor came to me and asked me if I could take a few snaps of her, to document lighting, position, etc. I took my camera and tried to capture her, but it was extremally hard because of hard lights and big contrasts. I tried on and on. Finally without any good shot I decided to capture one last frame. Took it and she moved. Damn it! I cursed in my mind and wanted to remove (from DSLR) my shot, when mistakenly pushed “zoom” button on preview. The crop was perfect! Purely painting quality, perfect lighting, slight move. Her fragile, beautiful hands and legs… everything was perfect!

Later on, when I cropped and adjusted my image I was really glad with it

But what’s most interesting – it was shown on an internation exhibition called “self-portrait”. Well, a boy might have come girl look too… I guess

The best picture I ever took was while I was in Bali. Me and my family (this includes everyone who’s in our huge, family. Relatives who were from other cities came with us) were at the beach. We were all waiting for the sunset. As a kid, I’ve aways wanted to take at least 1 picture of a sunset, and seeing how people always say this place has the best sunsets ever (ok maybe not the best, but its one of the best places in the world!), I decided to take one with an old lame camera of mine (I don’t remember it’s name, I don’t use it anymore). A lot of people were at the beach. My family was sitting around, chatting away. A lot of people were surfing, I could see it in the distance. Kids were building sand castles. People walking by, maybe they’re saying something along the lines how romantic it is to walk with their partner. And some people, were like me. Just staring at the bright blue sky waiting for the sunset.
It finally came, it brought joy within me. When I took the picture, the sky was orange, almost red.
It’s the best because it made me happy, I never taken photography seriously before. It’s just a really fun way to express the beauty of the surroundings.

The best photo i ever took was on one of my photography projects for school, taking pictures of everyday objects. It was the first time i’d ever used colour film, and i was so amazed at how i had managed to find so many ordinary things to photograph, and yet make them look unique. My favourite was of a bright pink billboard in front of a building that was being demolished. After i developed that role of film i learnt how to look for photographs in the most unlikely places.

Best photo ever:
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seven years ago. disposible camera. last photo on the roll. baby bearded dragon supermaning into the face of jesus.

I see my new little baby bearded dragon (no more than four inches long) planking or supermaning, arms straight out in front feet straight out the back..perfectly balanced on the two highest points of a piece of driftwood that I put in her terrarium the day before.

In the background is a super stylized painting I did for a coulour class, saturated reds and greens, black and white checkerboard floor..of jesus wearing hospital scrubs injecting holy water into a patient whos looking pretty insane.

Jesus is looking up toward heaven with a sinister gaze but because the painting was turned on its side and behind the glass back of the terrium, Jesus is staring at Goose, my bearded dragon.

When I got the photo back there was a problem with the processing so a red flame like pattern is consuming the left half of the photo making Goose look like she is about to blast off from her superman position straight into the glare of jesus wearing a hospital mask.

not only is this an awesome photo it is the only picture i have of goose as a baby. This is especially why it is the best photo i ever took.

She is now seven and way too big to superman.

when i was about 8 i got a polaroid instamatic for xmas. the very first picture i took was of my neighbors dog. i vividly remember walking to the back fence, where the big (nice) german shepherd raised himself up so he could look over the fence at me. I simply pointed the camera at him and took the shot. then i squatted down next to the fence and the dog and i waited to see the photo develop. it looked pretty much like you’d imagine except for the fac that the polariod film made the snow look darker with more contrast. I always looked at that picture and imagined that the dog was on the moon, cause that’s what it looked like to me.

Best photo I ever took was of a chair in a castle in France. The light was hitting the embossed velvet seat so perfectly, it showed the beauty of the make, but at the same time, aged the chair, back to the 1700′s when it was made

The best photo I took was with a Polaroid 600 camera. My girlfriend introduced me to the surroundings around my new apartment one summer night. She showed me a shortcut to a water tower and her favorite secret places. The photo was taken in total darkness, so the composition is a pure fluke. I really like how she watches over the darkness and the night like she owns it, while I stand behind with the straight opposite attitude.

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A chain-link fence glistening with the frost of transitioning seasons. So perfectly did the golden hour of the day reflect the light rays that encircled such a simple everyday occurrence as a chain-link fence. Taken with a cheap point-and-shoot, it was truly the majesty of nature and light itself that created such a beautiful photograph.

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It was dark, there were dragons, unicorns, and men dressed as neighbors. I knew my subject and she knew me. We weren’t strangers, we were far from it. Some would call us soul mates, some would call us life long partners of friends. I introduced the sunlight to her face, and her face to the sunlight. “Be very careful” I said, “do not attempt anything crass.” And then winding the film, choosing the aperture, and setting the shutter speed my index finger descended towards the shutter button. Then it happened – a moment in time caught and captured forever of my beautiful wife on our wedding day.

I used to work at The Iconic 1st Avenue Danceteria in Minneapolis, MN. We would get off work very late around 4am, At the time I lived in a large house with 5 other people half of whom also worked at the club. One night after a show we went back to our house to commence carrying on and what not. I had spent most of that morning Listening to a friend discuss a recent relationship problem (typical stuff) but we had some nice insightful manly conversation. Around sunrise while he was getting ready to bike home (description of photo ->) My friend Doug stood between two houses and in that space the sun was coming up but not quite up so the deep reds, oranges, and yellows started to push the blue, purple clouds up into the sky. As he stood with his back to me a cloud of smoke rose from behind his hooded head, and the sky appeared to be on fire, Ironically he was also wearing a HIGH ON FIRE hoodie with a very fire image on the back. One of my favorite memories and photos.

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The best photo I ever took was of my daughter Olivia when she was six months old. She’s wearing just a diaper, and sitting on a chocolate brown leather chair. The contrast between the dark leather and her pale, silky skin makes the image look remarkably three dimensional. Even today, it looks as if you could just reach out and touch her. Her pudgy curves delineated up and off of the dark background. She is looking directly at me with a clear gaze and her very blue eyes. I will never have her back at that age, but this photo makes me feel like I am with her again, there in our living room on an average afternoon. What an extraordinary gift.

the best photo i have taken in my life to date would have to be when my dad and i went on a father and daughter day out on the river esk near Whitby (Dracular country. Anyway, we were canoeing down this river when a huge but beautiful swan started to follow us. it did this for a fair few hours untill we gave it some of our left over picknic. when we ran out of food it became rather agressive. at this point i had my rather haggered and battered but very trusty first digital camera out (i was around 14) and took a snap of this swan as it tryed to devower my camera and me. the result of this is that i gained a wonderfulk full frontal picture of this swans wide gaping mouth and facce looking like its about to eat the viewer. i feel i found a very agressive side out of a beautiful bird. plus i had a wonderful day out with my dad.

I got off work at about 9pm and that’s about the time the sun sets and as I was walking I seen a crow in the middle of the street, all the cars were on a red light and the crow sat in the middle till the cars got ridiculously close. Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera, I have tried to recreate it with a fake bird but nothing changed that moment where the bird sat in the middle of the street with the atmosphere glowing red with the sun setting and the city lights in the background.

The shot I took was from the right side of a bowling alley, looking diagonally towards the opposite corner. it was entirely empty for the tables and chairs and the alleys were shiny. There were four circle of chairs (two alleys per set) and the tables and chairs were both glossy and reflective. the lights were those long lights of various colors n circles. they were red and the next set was yellow. the farther set was blue. and in the lights you could see only those colors, but when it reflected off the chairs and tables, you could see the whole spectrum as the photo went deeper.
Really great shot.

I was in the middle of the woods in Northern Norway coming down from a mountain. It started to get dark really fast and I started to get the feeling I was lost. Suddenly I saw something silvery laying on the ground. I walked towards it. There on the ground a old TV looked liked it had exploded. Some rusty metal was sticking out between the black and silvery plastic. Normally I would take 20-50 pictures of it since I got the luxury of a digital camera. I took one picture and found my way back to the road.

I have only got my hands into instant film, so I don’t have a story that can be gratified by memories of my distant past. What I do have is a passion for art and a niche for experimenting as a fine artist using as many different types of equipment as possible. The best instant photograph was with the impossible SX70 PUSH! film. I knew that keeping the film warm gave better results and I took the photograph of the tops of some houses in my village. I was amazed when I got amazing red/ purple hues and a nostalgic feeling when the photograph finished developing. It gave me a whole new outlook on the world we live in and how guilty we are of perceiving it in a way that isn’t positive sometimes.

Few years ago my cousin visited me with his daughter. It was beautiful day and the sun was shining. She was 3 year old, pretty and quite a shy girl – she didn’t want to take photos of her. We were sitting on the grass beside my house and I was playing with my cousin’s camera (I wasn’t interested in photography then) and taking photos of different things around me (grass, wheat, flowers and all those obvious targets for the photography neophyte). I targeted the camera at this little girl, and to our surprise she looked straight into the lens, so I took the photo. It displayed her laughing face. The photo taken by pure chance, by photographic amateur. Now every time I visit them, I see this photo hanging on the wall, that makes me a bit proud.

The Best photo I ever took was on a trip to the Antarctic. I attended a campfire party while Aurora Borealis lit up the night sky and penguins danced around us!

The best photo I ever took was during the act of coitus. The picture was of the woman on top of me.
Man she was so happy.

The best photo I taked was of ma nuts from da bottom way cos I never seen under ma nuts before. It was hair.

The best photo I ever took is just called the best because it reminds me of one of the most happiest moments of my life.
When my niece completed one years old, we when to the beach close to our city Porto Alegre, here in Brazil. And in the end of the day, me and my sister decided to see the sunset. We went with Mariana, my niece. And when she saw the ocean in front of her and for the first time in her life, her face, her eyes was just shining, she smiled and laugh and sayed “mar, mamãe” that means “ocean, mommy”. And then I took this picture of her in my sister’s arms and the were both happy and smiling. A simple moment, a simple picture but that reminds us of a very happy and unforgettable moment.

My favourite photo that i’ve ever taken was in Calcutta, I’d been walking around all day taking photos in the streets and eating street food at every possible opportunity. On the way back to my hostel I got completely lost. Anyway I’d just seen a guy getting his hair cut in the street and had just taken my camera out of my bag as a torrential downpour opened up on me, it was monsoon season. Nevertheless with my old Olympus OM10 covered in water I took the picture, just as one of their classic yellow taxis sped into my shot and the guy had turned to face me. Immediately after i was called over by the guys to sit under their tarpaulin and wait for the rain to stop. A few months later having completely forgotten about it I developed my best photo. A great memory and the photo is so so much better because of the rain!

After a long day of walking around in New York City summer heat, we’re walking home because the G train was down (it seems to always be down when you don’t think you can walk anymore). We had finally arrived back at my brothers apartment quite some time later. We scrounged together the last bit of weed we had left and rolled a sad little spliff. Smoked, and collapsed onto the couch. Ari got up to get a glass of water, didn’t even take a sip, just took off his shirt, draped it over his head and put his head down on his arm on the armrest. I took a photo.

i been pretty obsess lately with the x files tv show so i would like probably like take a picture with a occult theme like extraterrestrials, i would try to go to one of many observatories here in my country (chile),take lots of rare pictures of ovnis,other picture of me dressed up like one , other of me with those aluminium hats, to prevent myself of being kidnapped .with the beautiful landscapes of the atacama desert or ours mountainous cord my polaroid pictures would charged with a strange energy and beautiful colour.

I think the best picture I’ve ever taken was an accidental double exposure of my sister playing with our boxer tiger. I had taken a picture of the sky before and the effect was a bunch of drifty clouds stretched thing over the picture of my sister rolling around on our deck. Our boxer’s just pushed her and she has her hands up in surrender but she’s laughing and our boxer is rearing up for another go. The grey and coffee of the boards underneath below the blue sky creates a dreamy foggy effect like blowing cotton candy smoke across.

the best photo i’ve even taken? the one where my mum looks happy.
i was an accidental snap, but to capture a moment like that…priceless and timeless.

I was walking to class from my house one day. I currently live in a residential neighborhood. At the end of the street there was a bag hanging from a tree. I was in a hurry so I wouldn’t be late (my car had recently broken down, so it was a 15-20 minute walk to class vs. a 3 minute drive) so I didn’t stop to take a photo. On my walk back home, the bag had disappeared and all that was left was a deer’s head hanging against an overcast sky with branches crossing paths in the background. This photo helped fuel the ideas behind my current series involving beauty and the uncanny.

The best photograph I ever took was with film of my dog leaping in to the air to try to catch a ball. She was actually miles from the ball – but the look of determination in her face was priceless. I still think about it sometimes and laugh. It really captured her entire attitude toward life – if you want something – it’s never out of reach. Literally smiling as I write this. The photograph was destroyed because it was on an external hard drive and our house flooded, but I still have my dog and the memory of that photo forever.

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The best photo I have taken thus far was at a waterfall in Silver Falls, OR. Taken from the point of view of looking upwards, it was of a girl standing underneath one of the waterfalls and it was so up close that you could see the coldness in her eyes as the water crashed down upon her. Shot using black and white film, the contrast of her patterned bathing suit and the water bouncing off her body was incredible; crisp. Not to mention how big and piercing her eyes were. An expression of shock.

The best photo I’ve taken is of the sunsetting outside my bedroom window. The sky is filled with purple, pink, and orange that blend together. Mixed with the colours, are clouds with the most interesting looking texture. In the distance, under the bright sky, are the silhouettes of mountains. Closer to the camera, is the view of Richmond’s city lights and some of the Fraser River. It is the most beautiful sunset I have seen from my bedroom so far. It didn’t last for very long either, so I’m really lucky I got a picture of it.

Its always been there — the city lights — the colours — the cars as they pass by — the darkness and how it creates — well — one evening — i decided to go for it — changes the settings for long exposure on the camera — at first – i was not sure what I was doing — just clicking and waiting for something — after a few minutes — i got a little bored and started moving my hands while the image was been captured — and — I noticed that unexpected trails of light started to create in my imagination — something clicked — and changed the settings again — and clicked — moved my hands — and saw a result – I never would have thought possible — a digital wave — endless in my mind — it creates what I seek — that adventure in light — that moment — replays always when I see those lights of Durban — they will never cease creating

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the best picture i’ve ever taken was in Danau Toba, a lake in Sumatera, Indonesia. It was about 4PM and a storm was about to raid the whole place so it became very dark, the waves were kicking in so vigorously. Just when I thought my camera bag would be fully drenched in water, i saw the best sight ever. Across the dark sky, just right beside it actually, was a clear orangey one, with white clouds and a group of birds flying towards the sun. I could see beams of sun rays dancing and reaching the water like disco lights. The wind was so strong that it made the aligned fishing boats look as if it was the audience in a football game making waves repeatedly. the silhouettes are the ones that made the drama in this picture. It literally looked like the heavens were opening on the other side of the lake. It was a beeaauttiful sight

When I first arrived in Tokyo I was lost. Overnight my world had been flipped upside down and I was experiencing sensory overload. Normally when I travel I have a hard time finding a rhythm in my photography. There is simply too much going on at first for me to calm myself and develop vision for the first few days. Yet as I wandered the blocks surrounding my tiny apartment I came around the bend of one of Tokyo’s many rivers and was presented with a massive bridge completely illuminated in blue.

From corner to corner it was painted blue by light. So, tripod at the ready I snapped a number of long exposures. When growing up cerulean was my favorite color crayon and no color better describes the light on this bridge. At once my nakedness was changed to a comfort as my past and present combined in a moment captured forever.

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So, I took a picture in the mirror, of myself flexin ma guns and makin a serious face this one time. It was pretty awesome! The reflection of the flash kinda covered up my face, but whatever. Then I sent it to out to these chicks. A couple of em noticed I sent it to another girl. Stupid iPhone group messaging. A couple more responded “Who’s number is this?”
Still the best picture I’ve ever taken…..

A small girl that just picked a flower…moving slowly towards a pony behind a fence. She’s very shy, but offers the flower to the pony.

My favorite photo was actually taken with a point and shoot but it turned out to be perfection…the composition, the light, the color, the gestures, the narrative. It tells the story of a night of campfire on the beach, tequila donuts in the soft sand of low tide and belly laughs. Fast forward to the November morning sun rising up over the bay. My boyfriend at the time and his best buddy stumble down the hill in conversation with giant coats, pants rolled up, and bare feet. In the background my boyfriend’s Explorer is a quarter submerged, water ripples lapping against the metal while the cup holders inside are secretly filled to the brim with brown water. The campfire is just a haze in air over the beach. It’s golden, just like my memories of the nights spent dancing and laughing on the shore.

Thanks for the giveaway!!

The best photo I ever took – my coworker napping in the office playpen, which was meant for her infant daughter. I managed to capture her with her tongue slightly out, exactly the same pose her daughter would sleep in.

I took a photo in the middle of the night my first year of college, standing on top of the tallest parking structure I’ve ever seen. Near an airport, you can see it in the background, city lights strewn along the coast and plumes of smoke from some generator below. People standing under a streetlight, huddled together, grainy and dodgy and skateboards in hand, vague figures blooming from the night and a chunky, old far somewhere in the distance, barely visible. Everything felt very possible in that moment, my future felt so bright. My favorite photo, which makes it my best, I guess.

The best picture I ever took was at a Hives concert. The Hives are notorious for their high-energy shows and I was so nervous all my photos would just be blurs or overexposed. I waited until the perfect song came on and all the lights lit, the confetti fell and the perfect amount of hands were in the air. Whenever I see that photo, my heart starts to beat faster, my eyes get all shiny and I start dancing around.

It was a dark and stormy night…

Oh… sorry… different contest!

I was on my way back from Boston (to East Lansing, Michigan), waiting on my connecting flight at Chicago’s O’Hare when I looked up. There in front of me, standing virtually side by side (a couple feet separated them) were a United Airlines pilot and a Catholic nun. Just as I grabbed my camera, passengers were being called for the next flight at the gate and a line was beginning to form between me and the photograph I wanted to take. I was fortunate to get enough of a break between people queuing to get my “Co-Pilot” photograph.

The best photo I ever took was my first photo. I was about 10s it was 1980′sh. Grandma had a sx-70 (brown leather pop up thing) and never let me use it. I imagine it was because of the cost of the film. Oh sure she would let me “play” with it when with the empty cartridge. I was visiting my uncle and he had this bird. I was beside my self, grandma let me take the picture with the camera. Im sure its the only picture I ever took with that camera. My Grandmother wrote a sticker caption under the photo, it has fallen off over the years. I remember specifically what it said “Uncle bob with Pedro on his head”. I moved around and I always had that picture in my photo album. Grandma gone now, but I always remember her doing photo albums and telling grandpa that kids wear jeans not slacks.. I have boxes and boxes of Polaroids from her all labeled. I wish I knew where that camera was now.

Ive had the picture ever since.

see it here.

http://www.lomography.com/homes/paappraiser/photos/15477785

The image says Polaroid 600 but im almost positive it was a sx-70. The tags were all messed up.

The best photo I ever took was by accident, with my iPhone. I was rushing to catch a bus with it in hand, accidentally opened the Hipstamatic app, and snapped a shot of brightly-colored flower petals scattered on the gray wet pavement in front of a florist’s shop. I couldn’t have framed a better shot of it if I’d tried.

It can be viewed here: http://www.flickr.com/photos/thisbrokenwheel/6777470745/in/photostream

It was on a bright, sunny, and warm saturday afternoon in the park. I was with my girlfriend and took some pictures of her. I just just had to include the sun so I took a picture of her with the sun behind her. I overexposed the picture so I could have the sunny vibe to it and it turned out great!

I’m from Argentina, las year i spent six months in Niagara Falls, Canada..i spent all winter season there and something ver rare to me was to see snob everywere it was ver interesting. Since there was not so much to do, in my free time i would walk the whole town through the snow taking pictures with my old camera from the nineties. Once while going to St Catherines my bus drove by an amazing church, it was an alpine like church with a huge cross on the front. Since that and for days i became obsessed with it and the need to picture it, but i couldn’t remember the street or any reference of its location, i hardly knew the town, so i searched and asked people about it, till i found out. I took another bus, but got down on the wrong stop, really far away, i didnt have a real map, only one that i drew from one on the internet, so i walked for about 20 min, it was snowing a lot and a band of crowes was standing in a tree and yelling…i finally got to the road, a very winding one running along the Niagara river…that one i remembered because it was very very far away from my home; so i went down the street and found it, it was awesome and i took several black and white pictures of it; went to develop on my way back downtown, when i got the pictures there was one in particular wich had a stain something that looked like a meteorite coming down to earth looked very cool, it probably was a mistake from the lab but the result was great. I love that picture.

The best photo I ever took would be of the girl I am going to marry. Still haven’t met her yet.

The best photo i ever took was of the great wall of china, using a not very new disposable film camera i bought at one of the weird little shops at the base of one of the entrances to the wall. I had forgotten my camera that day at the hotel and decided i really needed to have a camera on me, even though i wasn’t that sure i would be affected by this “great” wall. but after walking on it for a couple hours i realized how really strangely magnificent it was to be able to stand on something that ginormous, and beautiful, and i took a shot of the sun and the wall together, and the crappy quality of the film made it so much nicer than any digital camera could

The best picture that I have ever taken was of a little turtle shaped island in a little pond in a Japanese monastery. I remember feeling so out of place there.

The best photo I ever took was the one that made me feel like I was seeing Michael Jackson do the Moonwalk for the first time.

My best photo is the one I took of an eagle sitting on a pole which was the only object on a field which was covered with snow, and as I took the photo it heard the click and flew away. I managed to take one shot but it was just perfect. Sharp, no need to crop, snowy background, and the eagle.

Early morning.
Long night of pain and tears behind us.
I’m tired as hell but we have to finish this.
Woman in front of me is stearing and telling it’s over soon.
I’m feeling scared and happy at the same time.
Last push and its over.
I see my daughter at the first time, between my legs, still attached to me for the last few minutes.
I grap my camera and take the first foto of her without looking thru the lens.
Picture is perfect, so is she.

So i want to told to you that i don’t have camera. so i hope win this one.
but i have mobile phone that is Sony Ericsson K610i. that old one who can spread my imagination about having camera. and the photo that i ever took is when capturing epic hand flashlight. its simple and taken with SE K610i, because whatever what we had is the best..

The best photo. I took a photo a of hairless Peruvian dog. Its skin was pink with brown dots.

I was on a beach in Georgia and my family and I were there for the spreading of ashes of my late aunt. It was a somber day but there was still something pretty about it. I saw some grasses near sand dunes and felt like a picture needed to be taken of that so I got up from the sand, went over and snapped it. I didn’t know what exactly would come out because the wind was quite violent that day but when the picture showed up in the monitor I was amazed. There, in the foreground, were the grasses and in the background spread the ocean blurred but not unrecognizable. It was a sweet bit of happiness in a weekend of mourning.

The best photo I ever took was of one of my good friends where we came up with a concept of just jamming a whole pack cigarettes and smoke them at the same time we turned on old rockabilly music and he danced and posed for the first half then we moved on to just posing while Trying to strike a match.That was my best photo because The vision in my head almost matched the final image and that’s rare.I had a good time, my friend was trooper, and my house smelled liked a casino afterwords .<3

-Brittany

I took a picture in the woods a couple of miles from my house at night time. I looked up to the trees and let the flash go off.

The result is that it looks like lots and lots of white antlers and bones are crossing over each other, some look like pale fingers and arms reaching towards the camera. Despite making it sound creepy, the photo is far from creepy, in fact to me it is one of my best memories taking this photo. The trees look fantastical, mythical and powerful and the branches almost appear to be trying to repel my flash from illuminating the darkness of that night. The subtle greens and browns in the photo add a sense of wonder and awe of nature at night.

That is my favourite picture.

I havent taken many picture but once at a party some friends and i came across a disposable camera with some free film on it and immaturely took some down pants shots. Don’t know hows they turned out or if they ever got developed for that matter.

During the winter of 2011, there was one freezing cold day, it had been snowing so hard and whilst a lot of people would want to cuddle up with hot soup and a blanket, I decided to head outside to fairlop waters with my little brother through the snow. We trudged down to the frozen lake, and My little brother, like kids do, decides to play around with the ice, and picks up a huge piece of the frozen water, a big slate, and holds it up infront of his face. My immediate reaction was to snap with my camera, and the end result was a focused photo of frozen bubbles and watery shapes, and out of focus behind was my brothers face, unaware and totally oblivious. Incase you fancy seeing the end result, here it is!…
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a rainy sky

i woke up around at 7:00 in the morning in early summer in my own apartment to the sound of thumps. i’d just graduated from college, and two of my friends had unexpectedly slept in the living room after we went night-hiking. they’d decided to strip to their boxers because of the heat and were standing on the bike rack and trying [unsuccessfully] to jump and grab onto the second floor patio bars. i grabbed a polaroid and snuck up on them and got a picture of my friend completely stretched out into space, sporting nothing but a frizzy afro and boxers and clearly about to fail in his attempt to reach the second floor bars. he has a look of blissful determination, and I’m pretty sure he was convinced he would succeed [he didn't]. the picture was taken on an ancient polaroid that i got for free because they were throwing them out, and the colors are muted at best. the bottom left corner starts with his feet and the top right corner ends with his outstretched arms.

One night in year 11, all my girlfriends and I decided to have a big girls night in. It was an oddly cool night in Darwin and we had been dancing around acting crazy for ages so we decided to go for a walk. The house we slept over at was on a street that led straight to the esplanade and beyond the ocean at one end and shops at the other, palm trees and high fences lining either side. We were all in our pyjamas, with messy hair and band aids everywhere strolling up the road towards the shops. I was walking behind the group of girls with my SLR Nikon when all of a sudden there was a loud BANG from behind us. My best friend Rosie turned around with this look of absolute horror on her face just as my flash went off. No one else had responded to the noise yet so her shocked face is the focal point of the image. Because the flash is so focused on her, the rest of the photo is shrouded in darkness with only the grass, the road seemingly leading to nowhere and a group of young girls wondering into the night. It has this weird eerie feeling to it that matches Rosie’s face perfectly but at the same time it is hilarious for us because we know what happened.

I was sitting on the bus on my way home from work, on a stereotypically sunny summer day when lo and behold, a vintage looking vehicle presented itself. So I whipped out zee ipod (my camera, not of choice, but of … err … “budget”), and I snapped snapped snapped. Then I edited edited edited. And then we all lived happily ever after.
ha ha ha

the best photo I ever took was of a dead song bird. I think my cat actually killed it, but even though the life had left it, its feathers were so beautiful that in a way it still sung. also my grandfather who was a professional photographer left me his old 680 SLR folding camera, just recently broke and I’m extremely sad. its irreplaceable but I’m a photo student so I need a instant camera. Please help me get a new one.

There was this little forrest on the side of a road. A juxtaposed house fire made it’s way and did damage. The forrest was nothing but remains afterward. Time happened and the vines and plants that once grew on the trees started consuming the leftovers. What came from this was a blanket wavy greens that roller coaster themselves up and down the “forrest” floor. My canon film camera captured it and here it is here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/afoxintheattic/4858117002/in/photostream/lightbox/

(side note): I plan to take another picture of this during a winter when it’s viney bones are exposed.

we drove my little fiat convertible up into the mountains with champagne, balloons and a clutch of fake roses. we bumped our way up rocky roads until we found a good spot. we snuck off the road, and laid down in the grass and kissed. i have a photo of my little car, doors flung open, knee deep in the grass, with the blue sky above it.

I was 16 in high school going to my first concert. I had saved up enough money and bought myself my very first digital camera. My favorite shot of the night: a sea of people, arms up in the air in silhouettes, bright lights facing them, creating a soft almost dream like effect of whites, reds and blues. Looking back now, in terms of composition/quality it may not be the best photo ever but the feedback I received on that photo gave me the confidence to continue taking photos and thus has lead to many more great photos : )

I was in South Africa a few years ago and took a really rushed picture of the sun setting over Table Mountain before I headed into dinner. It wasn’t until I got back to the US that I realized the silhouette of a child made its way into my photo, making it my favorite and most powerful image I’ve taken.

http://www.nationalgeographic.com/wallpaper/ngm/photo-contest/2010/entries/wallpaper/week-2/ngpc-wp-2/

I will tell you about a photo I took that makes me smile. When hitchhiking back up from Big Sur to SF the kind folks giving us a ride wanted to stop at Nepenthe’s restaurant for food and a scenic view. My friend and I were completely broke and starving as skeletons, but while we waited for the family to finish eating and I saw this man who (for who knows what reason) reminded me of the book If You Give a Moose a Muffin. On the outside patio with scenery composed of lush trees, clear blue skys, and glistening water with a razor blade horizon this man that reminded me of a moose dressed in flanel with socks and slippers was such a gemstone. People are so interesting!!

It was a dark February night, around 11 pm, during my first visit to New York City. The winds had deposited a layer of rain and ice on my hair and overcoat, turning me into a speckled, dirty ice cube. Enamored by the sheer size and splendor, I meandered about the city (sans umbrella of course), romanticizing about my future…my life. On a whim, I whisked out my camera to capture a congregation of taxis and tall buildings to my left. As I pressed my shutter, a man carrying a stark briefcase walked by in front of my camera.
Somewhat infuriated, I checked the resulting image only to find heartbreaking loneliness in a picture–a man, somber and blurred out by the moisture, alone in the heart of the most gloriously lonely city in the world. And then I realized I was lonely too.

I love this vintage gold Polaroid Sun 600 camera!!!!

I took last summer some lovely big pictures with a pin-hole camera that I made ​​myself from a old caravan. (because I do not have a sweet Polaroid Sun 600 camera who do everything himself ) The caravan was also mine dark-room. it’s a great experience to work in and outside your own camera! I love to try the Polaroid Sun 600! and make some sweet pictures, which the development process is also in the camera (but a bit quicker than mine pin-hole proces).

Sweet day’s,
Marlies

The best photo I ever took was in the downtown district of my home town. There was an old railroad track that curled around the city, level with the rooftops of many of the older factory buildings. I was walking down these tracks one morning after a heavy rain. I came across a building with a large smokestack jutting out tall into the sky. This brick giant had been tagged with thin white writing, reading, “Ur Protector.” Indeed, it was so big, you felt tiny and weak in comparison. Then there was the rooftop, still latent with rainwater. It created a surreal reflection of the buildings across the street. The yellows and reds of these structures blended and smudged beautifully. Being above street level, with the road covered at this height, it gave me a strange sense of placement. It was then that I took the photograph, so overwhelmed by the beauty created when nature and the man made merged harmoniously.

That was a few days ago, with my friend’s cannon 1000D. I was at the streets, when i saw this little girl dancing around. She was poor, but she looked happy
Made me think about a lot of things.

I took a photo of all of my family and loved ones just days before they all passed away from diseases and natural disasters. Their last words were

“win a polaroid sun 600 camera”

This is a true story.

It’s a photo I took on my a friend of mine during our trip in Eindhoven. We were heading home from a student party and I took a photo right infront of her face with the flash on.

I used a disposable camera so I haven’t seen the actual photo yet, so like you guys, I can only imagine it, and it’s pretty hilarious!

If you drive out to Belcarra Regional Park on the Indian Arm and hike the Jug Island trail at one point as you’re nearing the water you’ll come across a tree somewhat hidden just off of the trail. It’s one of the largest around and its sure to grab your attention as it did mine. The first time I saw it and looked it up and down I was struck by the presence of a ladder composed of individual wood rungs nailed into it. The only thing was that they started about 8 meters above the base of the tree. Since trees grow apically and not basally I couldn’t figure out how or why they were there. They didn’t lead to anything? Had someone removed the bottom rungs or had the tree ejected them? I snapped a picture late winter and it has always reminded me of all the questions in nature waiting to be answered. GET OUTSIDE EVERYONE!

The most wonderful photo I ever took was on some sand dunes in the middle of the lake. It was a wonderful summer day when my father and I went out on the boat. We boated around the lake near our home and went out to our special “mini islands.” He’d brought chairs with him so we could sit and relax for a while. The dunes were so shallow you couldn’t see them under my father’s feet as he walked away. At that moment I took my camera out of my bag. As I knelled, careful not to get my camera wet, I took a picture of my dad walking away towards the mountains surrounding the lake, chairs in tow, in a manner that appeared as if he was walking on water. It was a magical picture for a magical day.

Summer, sweaty palms sitting on the curb.

I was in Cape Cod with some friends, on the beach on a perfect, sunny, warm and lazy day. It was almost twilight, and this particular stretch of beach was private enough that the only other two people on the beach besides my friends and I was a grandmother and her small son. The boy had been flying a red kite all afternoon long so that it was incredibly high in the sky. With the day coming to a close, however, the grandmother was encouraging the child it was time to go, and as they were discussing the subject, the boy lost grip of the kite.

I had been taking pictures of the amazing colors in the sky behind them, but turned my lens towards the boy, miraculously, just as he was loosing his grip. So, I am now blessed to have this wonderful photo of a boy in shocked/disappointed mid-turn with a blurred kite handle taking off in mid-air. Behind him is his grandmother, standing frozen with him in front of a wash of evening colors and ocean tones. It’s wonderfully innocent, speaks to childhood, age, and disappointment, while at the same time being beautiful and enchanting as well.

The best photo that I have ever took was with all my family reunited close to the waterfall in the lands of my grandfather, in south of Brazil, and I was almost thirteen. Grandparents, uncles, cousins and brothers, all together in a sunny sunday, in the middle of the forest, some in the top of the waterfall and others in the well of limpid waters that was made underneath her. It was the best photo I’ve ever took because it portraits a family that it’s not that close anymore like it was in that time. It was the last picture of everybody together. Some of them have already gone and that waterfall? Well, she has gone too, swallowed by the waters of the dammed river by the need of capitalism.
But not the picture, it is still there and it will always be there, remembering the existence of those wonderful people and places that ceased to exist in the material world, but not on our hearts.

One of the best photos I have ever shot was on a roadtrip from Las Vegas (my hometown) to Reno, Nevada. I stopped in the little town of Tonopah, Nevada to take a Polaroid of the Clown Motels’ signage with a big, jolly, smiling clown. I used my Polaroid SX-70 Sonar Land Camera with a pack of expired Time-Zero. The image that popped out of the camera totally captured the vision I had in mind. The classic Time-Zero orange flames lingering around the sign and sky as if they are little clown spirits.

- Nick Leonard

It was in a clandestine jazz bar in east london at 2am on a winter night and I’d been taking portraits of some of the people there edging my way towards a very interesting looking man in his 60s which had had a few too many. At the end of the night I summoned some courage to speak to him and ask him if I could take some photos of him to which he answered postively. He first posed with an agressive and provoking stance and after 5 o 6 photos, relaxed into an unexpected femenine posture. This last one was definitely the strongest of them all.

I read a ruthless review of a recent exhibition I featured in whilst having a coffee at my local, as i left I noticed my super glue had attached itself to the floor, refusing to budge. Perfect photo opportunity of me, then the resulting customers / workers trying to remove it!

A watermelon eatin’ contest, you don’t say! I’ve spent the better part of a lifetime hunting down this elusive past-time celebration. One would think that summertime in Texas would be hot bed for such activities, which is partly true. In fact, many a melon is consumed in similar competition type settings, but the overwhelming majority of which are hosted at family reunions. This is somewhat of an obstacle for a travelin’ man like myself. I mean honestly, how many times can a grown man be chased like a wild beast from a location when all he really wanted to do was to take part in an ole melon eatin’ contest?

this one of my parents playing cards at our camp during sunset.
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of my mum and dad when they still slept on the same bed

The best photo I have ever taken was of My girlfriend and I on the beach. I held the camera above us so that the shot showed both of us laying on a towel. She was wearing a red bathing polka-dot suit. I was wearing bright orange aviator sunglasses.