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Kaktus Towers, Vesterbro, Copenhagen: a residential development designed by architects Bjarke Ingels Group and completed in 2022.
To Prologue of the Story "The Doors"
♫♫Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band - Roll Me Away♫♫
As she clutched onto the firm grip behind her Ronnie, nestled snugly on the sleek motorbike, a wave of tranquility washed over her. The gentle hum of the engine became a soothing symphony, lulling her into a sense of absolute safety. The open road stretched out before them, beckoning them towards a horizon painted with endless possibilities.
The cool breeze weaving through their hair, carried with it the promise of new adventures. It whispered tales of dreams waiting to unfold, of aspirations that was soaring high like the eagles circling overhead. With her heart filled with boundless trust, she leaned into her partner and surrendered to the present moment.
Every mile of their journey they traversed became a testament to their unwavering bond. The rhythm of the bike beneath them echoed the synchronous beating of their loving hearts. The world outside faded away, replaced by a shared sense of purpose and an unbreakable connection. In this intimate embrace, she was enveloped by an unwavering belief that together, they could conquer any challenge that was lying ahead.
As the endless road continued to unravel before them, she was reminded of the enduring power of trust. It was the cornerstone of their partnership, the foundation upon which their dreams were built. With every mile they rode, she was filled with a deep abiding faith in her companion, knowing that she would always have their back, just as her partner had hers. And so, they journeyed on, carried by the wind, propelled by their dreams, and bound together by a love that knew no bounds.
(to be continued...)
Devoted to my Ronnie, a talented and amazing musician who touched my heart deeply with Love ღ
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bqIxCtEveG8
You let all the girls go
Makes you feel good, don't it?
Behind your Broadway show
I heard a voice say please don't hurt me
You've carried on so long
You couldn't stop if you tried it
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it
But I'm gonna try
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now boy, take it off now boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
Oh, tonight..
As you know by now, I love when artists use music to tell a story, weaving the music and the lyrics into a tale filled with emotion and colours. Don McLean is one of those Artists who masterfully achieve this. Vincent is an Ode to the dutch painter Vincent Van Gogh (1853 - 1890). He struggled with mental illness all through his life and died at his own hands at the age of just 37. During his life, he barely sold any of his paintings. Which makes the fact that these days they are worth millions kind of a cruel joke. Don McLean weaved numerous paintings of VanGogh into his Lyrics, which is another nice touch
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy, linen land
Now, I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now, I understand, what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant for one
As beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now, I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Exterior shot 2 of 2 of previously posted interior photo from an abandoned, early 1900's house. This was taken at a previous visit. Somewhat challenging light (for me at least).
Sous les pins cembro,
L’âme glisse sur la neige,
Silence des cieux.
Beneath Swiss pines,
The soul drifts upon the snow,
Heaven’s quiet gaze.
Dirk Braeckman (born in 1958 and closely associated with Ghent) felt that painting was not for him. Just as Odysseus was lured to the rocks by the song of the Sirens, an inner voice lured him to the darkroom of photography. To the magician's chamber that Dutch enthusiasts abbreviate to 'doka'. He felt at home there. Classical rules about tonal value, focus and composition were soon thrown overboard. He started painting with lamps and chemicals, in an increasingly larger format.
With him, every print has a life of its own. In the Kunstmuseum, five photos of the sea hang next to each other. All made from the same negative and yet the differences are enormous. "In my armchair, I often think about art and philosophy, but in the darkroom, I act impulsively," says Braeckman. "I want to surprise myself. Time and again. That is possible with this profession."
What drives a person? Dirk Braeckman does not want to know when he works, but he too must have core images from his youth that do not let him go. He tells us hesitantly about his father. “Unlike me, he was very sporty. He liked to dive deep into the sea. As a child, I often went with him. I would sit on the shore for hours waiting. Or worse, on a boat far out at sea. He didn’t notice it, but I never knew when he would surface again.”
(part of my review in Den Haag Centraal, October 31, 2024)
A typical morning view from the balcony of our timeshare in St. Maarten. I just bought plane tickets for March, so I'm ready to go. lol
On the other hand, the 1st of March is great time to go. You've typically had enough of winter and when you get back- it's almost over.
a priest sits alone in the penumbra of basilica di san crisogono, his gaze caught between silence and something unseen above. light slips across his robe like a passing thought, revealing the wear of years and the weight of belief. within these centuries-old walls, shadows speak gently, and faith feels carved into stone.
Just a short stroll from million dollar condos and upscale restaurants one can find themselves in the less polished facets of the Emerald city, indeed my second shot of the day was of two dirty needles stashed in a pipe just blocks from Safeco Field. That said I never felt unsafe and even got shooting advice from a homeless young lady who said that she had gone to college for photography.... :-)
absolutely must be viewed large....
No one tried to save this, the sun's burnt out.
Darkness is beginning, the sun's burnt out.
No more beautiful, no more life.
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It was such a cold day! This photo was taken towards the end of our mini shoot, and me and Ciera were turning blue from the cold. This was probably one of the last good shots we got, the rest are of us running around trying to keep warm!
Lara Jade's actions (once again) and a few of my own techniques.
A shot from this morning sunrise down at Seahams Chemical beach . I'm trying to play catch up at the minute been to busy with the kids lately, Thanks for looking
Captured in: North Topsail Beach, NC.
What lies beneath the SeaView Fishing Pier is a reinforced network of wooden planks and supports used to hold off its ever charging adversary -- the Atlantic Ocean.
The SeaView fishing pier (unseen topside), is one of the longest piers in North Carolina. It stands an impressive 1,000 feet long, and was constructed as a sturdier replacement for Salty's Pier which was destroyed in 1996 by Hurricane Fran.
The pier offers visitors the opportunity to fish for king mackerel, flounder, blues, and Spanish mackerel in the surrounding waters, and is a landmark along North Topsail Beach.
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"What Lies Beneath" is an HDR image constructed from 3 bracketed shots - 2 stop differential between each image.
Image processed w/ ACR, Photomatix, and finished in Photoshop (includes the use of Topaz Labs plugins -- Denoise, Clean, Adjust, Clarity, and Detail).
Sea monster? No, just a leaf!
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Floating slowly above the trees
Blown upon the Autumn breeze
Reflected brightly, under the skies
Feeding the greed of the eyes
That gaze at the beautiful leaf
As it floats over the trees beneath
You tell all the boys no
Makes you feel good, yeah
I know you're out of my league
But that won't scare me away, oh, no
You've carried on so long
You couldn't stop if you tried it
You've built your wall so high
That no one could climb it
But I'm gonna try
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now girl, take it off now girl
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
You let all the girls go
Makes you feel good, don't it?
Behind your Broadway show
I heard a voice say please don't hurt me
You've carried on so long
You couldn't stop if you tried it
You've built your wall so high-
That no one could climb it
But I'm gonna try
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now boy, take it off now boy
I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
Oh, tonight
See beneath, see beneath,
I... Tonight
I...
I'm gonna climb on top your ivory tower
I'll hold your hand and then we'll jump right out
We'll be falling, falling
But that's okay
Cause I'll be right here
I just wanna know
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful
Would you let me see beneath your perfect
Take it off now girl, take it off now girl
Cause I wanna see inside
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
Tonight, see beneath your beautiful
Oh tonight, we ain't perfect, we ain't perfect
Would you let me see beneath your beautiful tonight
@Bhudda Garden
Just light, blossoms, and a bit of stillness.
Sometimes that’s all a place needs to feel right.
the place: Bhudda Sim
of his voice,... I study his many tones; they shift softly like these moments,
when my body trembles in adoration,... when all that is beautiful,
can be found within his gentle eyes.
-Cher
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart."
H.K.