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This is a photo of "The Plague", a character that belongs to the two owners of Monster Brand Media.
"I am the the one waiting at the edge of all sleepless minds..." - an excerpt from The Plague
Mask: Geahk Burchill
This beast looks like it just woke up after a little while resting in an underground garage :D This is my first shot of an awesome Grantourismo Sport MC that I had a photoshoot with, along with mdogger7 and TOM722. Hope you like it, and there are a few shots to come, so stay tuned :)
"Air" Orchestral Suite N° 3 in D Major
—J.S. Bach
"The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us.
Only that day dawns to which we are awake.
There is more day to dawn.
The sun is but a morning star."
—Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Leica M6, Nokton 35mm 1.4 SC, Neopan 400 pushed to 800, developed in Ilfotec DDX, 1:4, @ 20C, 10 mins
291/365
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don't know
This weakness I feel I must finally show
This was a fail.
And my umbrella was broken :P
My first illustration for Rotem Isaac's column in "At magazine". This month's item: Stop down-sizing yourself for men.
Another view from the lamp over the chair in the operating room.
Read more here with another set of documentary pictures.
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If you are inspired to do urban exploration after seeing my pictures, do so at your own risk. It can be dangerous and illegal and I'm not responsible for your decisions and actions. Don't steal things, break in or vandalize places.
Feliz dia a todas las mujeres :D
AH NADA KE VER LA FOTO CON EL TITULO Y EL EPIGRAFE xD
tengo sueño, chau
Took my camera and went into the little forest next to my house. The light was really beautiful. Ruined my shoes but it was worth it.
"As for me, I will see Your face in righteousness. I will be satisfied when I awake in Your likeness."
The air burns my eyes as they fly open. I am paralyzed with fear. I look at my surroundings and think that I am back in that alien hell from which I hoped I had escaped. My eyes dart around the room, struggling to focus as I take in my surroundings. It's stark. White. Sterile. I have IVs in my arm, tubes in my nose, too many instruments beeping to keep track of.
There's one thing different about this place though; I'm not being torn apart. There's no savage looking instruments of mutilation hanging from the ceiling, no aliens licking their teeth with bloody tongues.
Outside the windows in front of me, I notice something odd. There's no other rooms. I seem to be the only patient here. There's two armed human guards outside in suits. They look secret service. Then a doctor in white scrubs comes into view, pushing a cart down the hallway.
I rip the tubes and IVs from my body. Machines beep, alarms shriek, pain courses through my body. I throw the IV stand against the window. They all wheel around with a look of sheer terror on their faces.
Where in god's name am I.....
I loved Amnesia in the Morning too much to let it lay there, dead. So here we are, my attempt at resurrecting AITM. Hope you enjoy!
Please, view on black.