At it’s very simplest, create a new Flickr account, apply for a API key ( under Explore -> Flickr Services ) and then make an HTTP call to one of the many services available through their API.

If all you want to do is load in your own images, then construct a simple URL using one of the following methods (or one of the hundreds available at Flickr Services):

Using flickr.photosets.getPhotos

Useful for targeting a set of photos in your account directly, instead of sifting through all photos at once.
You need your API KEY and a PHOTOSET ID

http://api.flickr.com/services/rest/?api_key=YOUR_API_KEY&method=flickr.photosets.getPhotos&photoset_id=YOUR_PHOTOSET_ID

Using flickr.photos.search

You can get all of your photos at once.
You need your API KEY and your USER ID

http://api.flickr.com/services/rest/?api_key=YOUR_API_KEY&method=flickr.photos.search&user_id =YOUR_USER_ID
( note: You can find your user id here, when you are signed in )

The link you create will return simple XML response containing photo nodes with attributes that allow you to construct URLs to ascertain their source.

<photo id=”2946128457″ secret=”6h73g678j6″ server=”2536″ farm=”4″ title=”I am a picture” isprimary=”0″/>

The url takes the following format. Note that size can be one of the following values: “_m”, “_s”, “_t” or “_o”.

“http://farm” + photo.@farm + “.static.flickr.com/” + photo.@server + “/”+ photo.@id + “_”+ photo.@secret + size + “.jpg”

You can find more information here.

Even the most annoying noisy cat on eart has to take a rest.

I have resolved to take more photos… especially of Lucas.

Mother & Son During Earth Hour, originally uploaded by ghostmonk. ]]> http://journal.ghostmonk.com/photography/mother_son_earth_hour/feed/ 0 http://journal.ghostmonk.com/ether/twisted_acropolis/ http://journal.ghostmonk.com/ether/twisted_acropolis/#comments Sat, 28 Mar 2009 13:57:00 +0000 ghostmonk http://journal.ghostmonk.com/random/social-media-and-twisting-facades/ Building in Den Haag, originally uploaded by ghostmonk.

Standing at a busy intersection of a major city, allowing the light from the bright-red flashing advertisements to assail my retinas. What goes through the minds of each tunnel-visioned pedestrian as he or she scurries through the crowd?

The cacophony blur of roaring motorists trickles through the mind. Brief snippets of cell phone conversations, emergency sirens and the general din of the city shivers through my physics. It’s a rogues gallery of pungent meat vendors and inconvenient beggars.

An impressive patchwork of thoughts, images and smells emitted by kings,  jesters, villains and saints. You can smell the exhale of the city, touch the anxieties of existence and hear the acute presence of death and life as it comes to terms with itself.

And now there are micro-worlds uncharted. They turn the system inside out, and expand in the opposite direction. A freudian dream come true. An open marketplace of freely accessable musings, insecurities, desires and vexations.

This landscape is complex, and each generation adds a new layer of tools to those used by the last – a self-generating exponential equation. A woven fabric, where each thread multiplies the possibility of the one laid beside.

The inner soul laid bare. Those intangible forces so real they start wars and build walls. They are now free to explore and cannabalise themselves like Ouroboros, and emerge anew with deeper understanding of the state of their own matter.