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Colourful end to a wet West Coast day.
Have a super weekend and thanks for the visit.
Models- Josh Malik and David Talley
Assistant- Chelsea Roden
LAST PHOTO TOMORROW OMG
This is the eleventh image in a 12 part story, taken this summer during the Midwest Meet-up. I will be leaving the photos without titles or descriptions of the image until the last day, as my goal for the series was to convey a concrete story that could be told solely with photos.
...dentiere... coperchietti da bibita... occhi di insetti... fiori sconosciuti... pianta carnivora...questo è ciò che avete detto... questa è una piccolissima "erbaccia" che si trova sul ciglio della strada e viene strappata e falciata e buttata... nessuno la nota, ma c'è dentro tutta l'incredibile perfezione della natura...
I have several different edits and crops of this. This is just for now because I will be out for the night. I may replace it later. I'm very excited about all the different prints i'm getting together for exchanges and for Matthew's birthday in a couple of days. Everyone have a blessed day.
Wasn't really happy with the photos I'd taken the whole day till I spotted this kid on my way home. He was more than willing to pose.
THIS IS THE LONGEST DESCRIPTION OF LIFE. But there’s a reason it’s long. An important one.
You know, have you ever trusted someone and have them screw you over so badly that you just wanted to punch them in the face? Then when you muster everything inside of you to forgive them they screw up again. But for some reason you don’t give up on them. You can’t because you see something in them, something with promise. God does the same, does he not?
This may be gruesome but it’s time someone was honest.
Try to take yourself to this place. In the body of a man, an honest, innocent man being persecuted for something you didn’t do. Not only that but you sit in the garden praying to your father simply wondering how and why and wishing you didn’t have to take all this onto your own shoulders. But you know you have to. You feel the guilt of a murders, the sick amusement of a rapist, the simple dirtiness of a liar. You feel every single lie, cheat, mistake and breaking pain all through out your body. It’s like when you do something wrong and you feel sick, sore, disgusted, angry…every emotion. The same feeling but with the emotions of billions of people all set upon your own heart. So much pressuring on top of you that you are not only sweating but sweating blood.
Then you’re arrested.
Now put yourself in the place of a man chained, unable to break free. Imagine the sound of whips slicing through the air. The same air that is whispering a parody of the unjust pain you are about to feel. The whip embraces your skin but not softly, or romantically. It does not truly ‘embrace’ but gashes your flesh. Your back arks as your entire body wants to escape. Again, and again you are hit. The motion making your hands cramp with tension as they grasp for anything, anything. The heat of blood warms your skin yet quickly the pain pulsating so deeply in your core seems to tune out the warmth with a blindingly painful numbness.
Over. And over. You gasp, trying to inhale. You gasp, trying to exhale. You’re empty in your fullness of rejection that you felt from your very own father. You beg to feel him. Beg to see him. Beg to hear him. But he has turned his eyes away from you, ashamed and disgusted by the sin covering your wounded and bleeding body. He does not know you anymore and it feels nobody else does either by the mask of dirt and blood that covers you completely.
The beating stops only for a second. Then you hear the dreaded sound of the whip breaking through the air, you wait for the blow but this time you feel glass shards clutching onto the little fragment of skin that’s left and tearing. Pulling. Breaking. You cry out in agonizing pain. But not loudly. Never loudly. Over and over. Again and again. These disgusting creatures are slowly killing you yet all you can feel for them is love because the strings of hate and strings of detest that are tied to your heart are too busy being played by all the sinners dancing through your veins. Not dancing. Stomping. Kicking.
You want to leave don’t you? You want to escape out of this nightmare and this body yet you cannot. Instead you are pulled around like a doll with your skin screaming and your nerves on a constant climax of stinging pain. They laugh. They smirk. They spit in your face. They shove a crown of thorns onto your head and you feel the thorns pierce through your skin. Deeper and deeper still. Bloods pours over your eyes but it’s still not over. You are forced to carry a wooden cross with a body that’s already stolen of all strength. Yet you don’t give in or fall, you stand. You stand and you carry it with the weight making your spine feel like it’s not even intact. Like it’s not even there. The rough texture burning against your open wounds. A scream resting in the deepness of your throat. The heaviness of the world’s mistakes making a home in your lungs. You fall. They taunt. You stand, they spit. Even with a man helping you carry the cross your strength falters.
Now, now you lay against the wood. They hold a long nail in their hands. The point breaks the skin on your palm and you inhale sharply as the nail pierces through. The pain. It is unbearable. Then the other hand. The positioning of the force the nails creates causes your shoulder blades to shift into places where they should not be.
Once your feet have been nailed you are to hang there. In front of many. A supposed ‘criminal’. All of this for an innocent man who did nothing, who did not belong on that cross. Barely recognizable with the blood and dirt and spit masking you. The sin of the world masking you.
Then you say something, something unexplainable. You turn your head to your Father and say “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” Luke 23:34. You have been beaten, you have been judged, you have been humiliated, you have been tortured and you have been crucified yet you ask for the forgiveness of the people that have wronged you in all of those ways.
Now that you have had an observation as to the pain Jesus went through you need to understand that this was no where near explaining the truth or the pain. Yet tell me, after reading that…would you be willing to take the place of that man?
“When you spread out your hands, I will hide My eyes from you; even though you make many prayers I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood. Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes. Cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, rebuke the oppressor, defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.” Isaiah 1:15-17
Because of the stripes Jesus took on his back, because of the pain and torture he suffered we can come with our backs clean. With our hearts cleaned. With our souls saved and forgiven.
Sometimes we sugar coat that. It’s time we tried to understand it for what it really is.
(I tagged Aleah because one) she is a brilliantly amazing and talented photographer. like words cannot express. and second, her descriptions are very encouraging in God and so beautiful. She is so so beautiful.)
Today I am thankful for Fence Friday, and Bench Monday and Bokeh Wednesday and Thursday Night and Cliche Saturday and Slider Sunday.........
When I first started posting on flickr I really didn't know anything about my camera. The people I met through these groups have taught me so much and they continue to teach me! Thank you flickr peeps! I really am so very thankful!
Thank you for all your well wishes yesterday. I really felt the love.
wanna dedicate this shot to all who lost their lifes on 9/11 2001 on the terrorist attack on the Twin Towers and New York and USA.
11-5748 Lockheed Martin C-130J-30 Hercules United States Air Force @ Belfast International Airport 15/05/2019
the light caught my eye this morning... my list was longer than i could possibly manage, but anytime i pay my library fine and make a killer homemade dinner, i should learn it's a win.
como es una fecha especial, quería sacar a tres de las niñas más especiales: mi Godzi del bando más angelical, Shion del bando más maluno, y mi niña bonita Sorata neutral
gratitudes :: margin when i didn't think i'd have any, hot tea, the smell of cloves and oranges, listening to the charlie brown christmas album, and my favorite quinoa salad.
www.hellotherefriend.com/2015/12/hello-there-friend-i-sat...
I just saw a supah cute girl took a picture similar to this! Hereeeee! Ugh, you da best honey<3
I kept going outside and around my block trying to find short grass but failed :P This was really hard to get and when I say the picture like Evie's on Google I was like "YO I GOT THIS!" But even the short grass seemed too tall...Like here ^^ :(
Again, took this on Tuesday-Day 11, just didn't have da time to upload!
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