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the eyes are resting,
and no light touches from the outside.
Left in the own darkness
safe - not born to be here.
rain is my second skin,
washing the world away,
covering me
in a shine of reflections -
which i do not be.
to be - be -
in the inside,
my god
and my holding heart,
knowing.
i did not win what is already lost,
but i swim
in the energy of my soul.
being.
knowing.
alive.
but not alive -
in this wrong neon lights,
fake lights
of illusions.
its all inside.
♥
(my words - i am not gone - i am just not here)
They always seem to be in a state somewhere between awake and asleep.
Monochrome Bokeh Thursday.
Rietvlei Nature Reserve
Gauteng
South Africa
these are part of a series I did on insomnia and the things I would see while I was awake in the late, late night/ early morning.
The AJAC challenge of the month was "Blast from the past" where we revisited past challenges. Take a look at our shots here : www.flickr.com/groups/ajac
"Low key"
Flickr doesn't like me.
Dress: UNA -> Estona dress //legacy, perky, maitreya, petite, reborn + waifus //
Headband -> Tentacio - desert headpiece
Hair: Olive
Enjoy ☻
All dreams have been seen. Now it's time to play.
Natural light and colors, black-and-white in nature.
Sunrise for me can be a most magical time and certainly the best part of the day. The mistakes you made yesterday are put behind you leaving you with the prospect of opportunities to simply try and do things better. The early starts don’t worry me, most sensible people are tucked up under their 11 Tog* duvet, after all, there’s plenty of time to sleep when you make the Care Home.
Occasionally you are rewarded with conditions like these and the people who never get up for sunrise, and you know who you are, really don’t know what they’re missing. Well I guess you do now.
The inky darkness of a Lake District night was slowly receding as Crummock Water, majestically mirror still and protected with its own fluffy blanket of mist, rose from her slumbers. I find these moments quite humbling. Sunrise and sunset are the only real times when I am truly aware of the movement of our little globe around its star with the realisation of how truly insignificant we are in the wider scheme of things.
It was a blissfully peaceful start to the day, and as much as I like people, the solitude of these moments makes me appreciate the simple things in life and how much we have to be grateful for. Well, it was blissfully peaceful until a rather handsome black Labrador came and trashed the mirror. I love dogs.
I have so many ‘favourite’ pieces of music, from so many genres, but this is a special one……
*Tog clearly relates to the measurement of thermal resistance of your fluffy stuff, I’m not for a moment suggesting that you sleep with 11 other photographers, that would just be...... well………cosy, if not rather crowded..……to say the least!
I gather and listen
awake and dreaming
In the dark with
eyes open, screaming
then everything shines
a memory gleaming
between space and time
awake and dreaming
© justin haynes.
Explored - Jan 13, 2012
» I'm still viewing some shots I made a few months ago. This 70-200 lens picks up light as no other lens. Very wicked. If I had pointed (angle) it a little bit more towards the sun it pops out a flare... every lens has it own manual, I'm still at page 1 ;)
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Noticed this dog in a car beside me in traffic. The look in his eye the attentiveness in them got me.
120/365
¡¡¡Explored!!!
I'm doing a Q/A video this weekend so if you have any questions you can ask them on my Formspring and I'll answer them!
I now have a Tumblr for outakes, tutorials and other fun stuff.
A deer or true deer is a hoofed ruminant mammal of the family Cervidae. The two main groups of deer are the Cervinae, including muntjac, elk, red deer, and fallow deer; and the Capreolinae, including reindeer, white-tailed deer, roe deer, and moose. Wikipedia
Speed: Reindeer: 60 – 80 km/h
Term for young: calf, fawn Wikimedia Foundation
Scientific name: Cervidae
Eaten by: Wolf
Domain: Eukaryota
Family: Cervidae; Goldfuss, 1820
I am not lucky enough to see these beautiful creatures in the wild, so generated with Ai, modified and textured with PS and Topaz
autumn polaroid week day 2
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camera= polaroid slr 690
film= impossible color 600
Yesterday I met up with Sofia and her boyfriend Erik. We had all brought some native american styled things with us and the location was just perfect (even though you can't see it in this photo..). My camera didn't really give me the colors I wanted, so I put my sunglasses in front of the lense and woop - nice effect!
I'm such a sucker for backlight....
In the quietness of a colorful fall sunrise, the only sounds heard coming from this farm site is the nicker of a lone horse and the quick grind of a car starting and the crunch of tires headed down the gravel lane to town for a day job.
An old barn is now squished between two silos and all three sit in the silence of oblivion, an abrupt change from just a decade or two ago.
My memories of waking up on the farm decades ago varied according to my age. As a tyke, my nights of winter slumber were interrupted by the booming yell of my father as he came to the bottom of the stair steps and with the shout of an arch-angel caused two of my older brothers to bolt out of bed in an effort to avoid him yelling a second time. In a few minutes I would hear our kitchen door shut and then the outside door would slam as my brothers headed out in the dark to milk a few cows and feed the hogs before going to school.
Summer mornings were different as our upstairs windows were open and as my older brothers trudged out to the barn in the early morning light I could hear their murmurs and occasional threats to one another. The sounds of cows eager to get milked and fed cut through the morning air and drifted upwards through the windows of my bedroom.
There was a reassuring routine and quiet morning sounds to our growing up years that I can still recall at a moment's notice over 75 years later. I am more curious now than ever to compare the loudness of my dad's voice in the mornings with the Shout that will take many of us home.
(Photographed near Braham, MN)