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Upon Friday's visit to the zoo, I found Helga walking around her barn stall, eating hay. Here's she's looking up at my wife, Janice.
HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!
Self portrait, second to a photo by the same title last year. flickr.com/photos/erinlarue/389960526/
Title from the song by Josh Groban, of course.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity, first thing you see
(Jim Morrisson)
Négatif argentique scanné 1990.
Pentax super A + 50mm.
Seven Dials, Camden, London
“The stranger who finds himself in the Dials for the first time...at the entrance of Seven obscure passages, uncertain which to take, will see enough around him to keep his curiosity awake for no inconsiderable time...”
— Charles Dickens, “Sketches by Boz” (1833-1836)
“Seven Dials is a road junction and neighbourhood in the St Giles district of the London Borough of Camden, within the greater Covent Garden area in the West End of London. Seven streets of the Seven Dials area converge at the roughly circular central roundabout, at the centre of which is a column bearing six sundials – with the column itself acting as the seventh sundial.”
“Arise, awake, stop not until your goal is achieved.” ~ Swami Vivekananda
It had been a long week for me with travels to Umtata, Port St John’s and Pietermaritzburg. Last night I unwound at home with family, a homemade chicken curry, a few cold ones and a lovely Tullamore Dew 12 year old whiskey.
Henry J Starbuck and Louis En Marie Helberg had planned a trip to Anstey’s Beach (Durban, South Africa) to shoot the sunrise this morning. I was low on energy, looked outside before bed, saw no clouds and thought, “Good luck guys, I’m sleeping in”.
The passion bug bit me at 03:00 but I still thought, “No ways chaps, there aren't any clouds outside!” A stint on Lightroom and Photoshop just didn’t help matters; my camera wouldn't take a “No”.
I messaged our informal gang at 04:54 and “bought” my way back into the shoot.
Henry and I met on the beach at 05:45.
We were soon greeted by one of those sunrises that you don't see very often; a really blessed sunrise with pinks, blues, yellows and oranges.
Canon 6D, 17-40mm L-series lens, ISO 100, F9, 5 sec
Darkness is gone, though it seemed it would never;
Sunlight is smiling and nature survives.
I can believe that we all live forever...
When I observe how the morning arrives.
"Awake" [8/52]
So, I wish I could leave this image without an explanation but I really can't. I'd like to first say that I do not endorse suicide in any way. Let me explain before you destroy me.
This image was pretty difficult for me to make. It took me about a year to gather up the courage and give myself permission to photograph it. I sat on the idea for a really long time thinking it would never see the light. This image isn't about suicide per se.
This is the first image in my new series titled "Lucid Dreamer". I'm wanting to depict the images from my nightmares, hallucinations, and lucid dreaming during Sleep Paralysis. I'm a heavy lucid dreamer. Sometimes I have fun with it and sometimes my fear is so great that I can't change what's happening but I can escape it.
This series will be dark. It will show the many ways I've escaped my nightmares... shooting myself, jumping off buildings, etc. It's been the only way I've been able to wake myself up from these horrible dreams. Usually if I don't wake myself up in these ways, I'll wake up with them in my room. I'll wake up paralyzed, hyper ventilating, and staring my fears face to face. I'd rather awake abruptly than to go through hours of teetering back and forth between what is real and what is not.
You may be wondering how I know if my dreams are real or not. Lucid dreaming is very specific for me in the sence of things I know that are wrong are VERY wrong in my dreams and I notice it and it wakes me up inside my dreams. Maybe I'm not explaining this very well but it's me.
I've been wanting to get these off my chest for such a long time now and I never fully gave myself the "do it". I used to be fearless with my photography... I didn't care and over time I crawled into a hole and allowed myself to be silent. I won't be anymore.
Aprire la finestra, guardare i fiocchi di neve che scendono lenti, godersi i suoni ovattati del mattino e lasciare che l'aria fredda a poco a poco ti svegli.