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Still in YN2, but well worn a now rare CW40-8 and CW44AC brings CSX M203 south on the A&WP/WofA Subdivision at Palmetto, Georgia. June 21, 2022
The body is arched in a soft twist, the hip becoming a narrative surface. Warm light shapes the skin and emphasizes its curves, creating a strong contrast between shadow and glow. At the center of the composition, the tattoo of a nude woman overlaps the real body: one body inscribed within another.
The drawing follows the line of the hip, adhering to the natural curve of the waist and pelvis, turning the skin into both support and story. The tattooed figure, folded into herself, introduces a second level of intimacy, while the model’s posture amplifies the visual tension between fragility and strength.
The photograph works on the relationship between flesh and mark, between three-dimensional form and graphic line, between light and incision. The hip is not only anatomy: it becomes a symbolic space, a living surface where identity and image overlap.
My concept for this image was to recreate the type of photo a 40's-50's newspaper crime photographer might have taken.
Small Body
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- Death by
divine will
but with the help
of an incompetent
doctor
(she died at the age of 13);
- morte per
volontà divina
ma con l'aiuto
di un medico
incapace
(morta all'età di 13 anni);
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This photographic series was born from research conducted in the cemeteries of Giarre, Catania, and Lipari (Sicily). It is the continuation of a personal story I narrated in a previous series published on Flickr under the title "Hereafter," to which I refer for a full understanding of what follows (here the link: flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). I would like to clarify that the facts reported here are as I experienced them. I established a cordial and sincere WhatsApp correspondence relationship with the psychic lady, whom I will call "the Lady." Thanks to the kindness of colleagues in the department who treated her, I sent her some of my photographic prints as gifts. They were images of angels taken from my Hereafter series ("the Lady" reports being in contact with the Angels, the Beings of Light). After that little gift, “the Lady” told me that after looking at one of those photographs – the one with the angel holding a palm in his hands – she had a “vision – or contact”. It was of a little girl, buried in that cemetery, to the left of that angel, speaking to her father, asking him to grant her a little wish – to receive as a gift a daisy picked in a meadow, not purchased from a florist. Feeling involved, I promised to bring a daisy to that little soul; but I completely forgot about it, many days passed, I contacted “the Lady” on WhatsApp, I asked her about her health, it was then that “the Lady” asked me “how is the little girl?” … I didn’t understand, I asked her which little girl she was talking about, she replied “the little girl with the daisy”… How could I have forgotten! I told her I'd go to the cemetery as soon as possible. Two days later, when I was free from work, I went to a field near my house, picked a small bunch of daisies, and went to the cemetery. I recognized the angel with the palm tree. I looked to its sides but found only adult graves. Directly below the angel, to its right (but to my left as I looked at it), there was a buried grave, with a cement headstone worn away by time and illegible. Just in case it was the little girl's grave, I went to the cemetery caretaker, hoping he could identify the person buried there. The caretaker replied that it was possible, but it was necessary to know at least the date of death, which was therefore impossible; the headstone was unreadable. Disconsolate, I returned to the angel. I had looked to the sides, in front, but not behind. I had this last chance. It was right there, to my great surprise and amazement, to the left of the angel but behind, that I found the buried tomb with this inscription: "Here was placed the little body of the lovely little girl Maria di Francesco Cardile, taken from the kisses of her parents on December 28, 1921, at just eight months old. Hail, dear little angel from heaven, pray for yours." Reading the word "baby" on the epitaph was the revealing word for me that this was the tomb I was looking for (I don't think it's common to find this term on the tomb of a deceased child), so I placed the daisies on that tomb. I told the "Lady" that I had found the little girl and that I had brought her the gift she had requested; A few days later, "the Lady" told me she had "seen" the little girl, who had introduced herself to her. She was joyful, thanking her father. Her little hands were clean, free of thorns and grass. Perhaps—"the Lady" interpreted—that was her way of saying thank you. I asked her how she managed to understand those souls, and the answer was that "they don't speak, they don't use words, but she can understand them anyway."
P.S.: "the Lady" didn't know where I had photographed those angels, which are in a cemetery far from Taormina. She couldn't have found that angel and gone there after seeing my photos. Furthermore, "the Lady" had come to Taormina for major surgery, coming from far away, from the other side of Sicily. I took most of the photos in this story with "lensbaby" lenses of various sizes. In Catania's monumental cemetery, I photographed the grave of the writer and leading exponent of Verismo, Giovanni Verga (many years ago I purchased a book entitled "Giovanni Verga, Photographer") and the grave of Angelo Musco (an Italian stage and film actor, nicknamed "the king of laughter"); of all the "encounters" in this series, the one that saddened me the most, for reasons related to my profession, was reading the inscription—about the incompetent doctor—"the girl died at the young age of 13."
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Questa serie fotografica nasce da una ricerca condotta nei cimiteri di Giarre, Catania, Lipari (Sicilia), è il proseguimento di una vicenda personale che avevo narrato in una precedente serie pubblicata su Flickr col titolo “Hereafter”, alla quale rimando per una piena comprensione di quanto segue (qui il link: flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). Tengo a precisare che i fatti qui riportati sono come li ho vissuti. Con la signora sensitiva, che chiamerò “la Signora”, ho instaurato un rapporto whatsApp-epistolare cordiale e sincero, grazie alla cortesia di colleghi del reparto che l’hanno avuta in cura, le feci recapitare in dono alcune mie stampe fotografiche, erano immagini di angeli tratte dalla mia serie Hereafter (“la Signora” riferisce di essere in contatto con gli Angeli, gli Esseri di Luce). Successivamente a quel piccolo dono, “la Signora” mi raccontò che dopo aver osservato una di quelle fotografie – quella con l’angelo recante una palma tra le mani – ebbe una “visione – o contatto”, si trattava di una bambina, sepolta in quel cimitero, alla sinistra di quell’angelo, parlava col suo papà, gli chiedeva che le venisse esaudito un suo piccolo desiderio – ricevere in dono una margherita colta in un prato, non acquistata da un fioraio - . Sentendomi coinvolto, mi impegnai a portare una margherita a quella piccola anima; però me ne dimenticai completamente, passarono molti giorni, contattai “la Signora” su WhatsApp, le chiesi del suo stato di salute, fu allora che “la Signora” mi domandò “come sta la bambina ?” … non capivo, le chiesi di quale bambina parlasse, lei mi rispose “la bambina della margherita”… Come avevo fatto a dimenticarmene ! Le dissi che mi sarei recato al cimitero al più presto, due giorni dopo, libero dal lavoro, mi recai in un prato vicino casa mia, raccolsi un piccolo mazzo di margherite, e mi recai al cimitero; riconobbi l’angelo con la palma, guardai ai suoi lati ma trovai solo tombe di persone adulte, proprio sotto l’angelo, alla sua destra (ma alla mia sinistra guardandolo) c’era una tomba interrata, con la lapide in cemento rovinata dal tempo, illeggibile, nel dubbio si trattasse la tomba della bambina, mi recai dal custode del cimitero sperando si potesse risalire alla identità di chi vi era sepolto, il custode mi rispose che si poteva, ma era necessario conoscere almeno la data di morte, quindi impossibile, sulla lapide non si leggeva nulla. Sconsolato ritornai dall’angelo, avevo guardato ai lati, davanti, ma non dietro, mi restava quest’ultima opportunità, fu proprio li, con mia grande sorpresa e stupore, alla sinistra dell’angelo ma dietro, che trovai la tomba interrata con questa iscrizione – Qui fu posto il corpicciuolo della graziosa bambina Maria di Francesco Cardile tolta ai baci dei genitori il 28 dicembre 1921 di appena otto mesi. Ave caro angioletto dal cielo prega pei tuoi. – Aver letto sull’epitaffio la parola “bambina” per me fu la parola rivelatrice che quella era la tomba che stavo cercando (non credo sia comune trovare questo termine sulla tomba di un piccolo defunto), così posai le margherite su quella tomba. Raccontai alla “Signora” che avevo trovato la bambina e di averle portato il dono richiesto; qualche giorno dopo “la Signora” mi riferì di aver “visto” la bambina, che si era presentata a lei, era gioiosa, ringraziava il suo papà, le sue manine erano pulite, senza spine ne erba, forse – interpretò “la Signora” – quello era il suo modo di dire grazie. Le chiesi come riuscisse a comprendere quelle anime, la risposta fu che – loro non parlano, non usano le parole, ma lei riesce a capirle ugualmente -.
P.S.: “la Signora” non sapeva dove avessi fotografato quegli angeli, i quali si trovano in un cimitero lontano da Taormina (lei si era recata a Taormina per curarsi nel nostro ospedale), non avrebbe potuto trovare quell’angelo e recarvisi dopo aver visto le mie foto, inoltre “la Signora” era venuta a Taormina per affrontare un importante intervento chirurgico, provenendo da molto lontano, dall’altro lato della Sicilia; le foto di questo racconto le ho realizzate in maggior parte con delle ottiche “lensbaby” di varie misure; nel cimitero monumentale di Catania ho fotografato la tomba dello scrittore, massimo esponente del Verismo, Giovanni Verga (tanti anni fa acquistai un libro dal titolo “Giovanni Verga fotografo) e la tomba di Angelo Musco (attore teatrale e cinematografico italiano, soprannominato "il re del riso"); tra tutti “gli incontri” di questa serie, quello che più mi ha rattristato, per motivi legati alla mia professione, è stato leggere l’epigrafe - a riguardo del medico incompetente – la ragazza morì alla giovane età di 13 anni.
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Excerpt from the poster:
Gilded Cartonnage Mummy Mask: Funerary masks were common before the Roman period. The head was an important symbol for ancient Egyptians, as the seat of the senses where food entered the body and speech was issued. Embalmers devoted special care to its preservation. Magical spells explain that the mask, known as the “mysterious head”, allowed the deceased to see and act with godlike powers. The image shows the person transformed into a divine being-a gold face and blue hair were characteristics of Egyptian gods.
Late Ptolemaic-early Roman period, about 100 BCE – 100 CE. Tomb E422, Abydos, Egypt. Plaster, linen, and gold.
Small Body
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bsf.si/media/publicity/image/7a/thumbnails/7a1b4385d34250...
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www.worldphoto.org/sony-world-photography-awards/winners-...
www.fotografidigitali.it/gallery/2726/opere-italiane-segn...
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This photographic series was born from research conducted in the cemeteries of Giarre, Catania, and Lipari (Sicily). It is the continuation of a personal story I narrated in a previous series published on Flickr under the title "Hereafter," to which I refer for a full understanding of what follows (here the link: flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). I would like to clarify that the facts reported here are as I experienced them. I established a cordial and sincere WhatsApp correspondence relationship with the psychic lady, whom I will call "the Lady." Thanks to the kindness of colleagues in the department who treated her, I sent her some of my photographic prints as gifts. They were images of angels taken from my Hereafter series ("the Lady" reports being in contact with the Angels, the Beings of Light). After that little gift, “the Lady” told me that after looking at one of those photographs – the one with the angel holding a palm in his hands – she had a “vision – or contact”. It was of a little girl, buried in that cemetery, to the left of that angel, speaking to her father, asking him to grant her a little wish – to receive as a gift a daisy picked in a meadow, not purchased from a florist. Feeling involved, I promised to bring a daisy to that little soul; but I completely forgot about it, many days passed, I contacted “the Lady” on WhatsApp, I asked her about her health, it was then that “the Lady” asked me “how is the little girl?” … I didn’t understand, I asked her which little girl she was talking about, she replied “the little girl with the daisy”… How could I have forgotten! I told her I'd go to the cemetery as soon as possible. Two days later, when I was free from work, I went to a field near my house, picked a small bunch of daisies, and went to the cemetery. I recognized the angel with the palm tree. I looked to its sides but found only adult graves. Directly below the angel, to its right (but to my left as I looked at it), there was a buried grave, with a cement headstone worn away by time and illegible. Just in case it was the little girl's grave, I went to the cemetery caretaker, hoping he could identify the person buried there. The caretaker replied that it was possible, but it was necessary to know at least the date of death, which was therefore impossible; the headstone was unreadable. Disconsolate, I returned to the angel. I had looked to the sides, in front, but not behind. I had this last chance. It was right there, to my great surprise and amazement, to the left of the angel but behind, that I found the buried tomb with this inscription: "Here was placed the little body of the lovely little girl Maria di Francesco Cardile, taken from the kisses of her parents on December 28, 1921, at just eight months old. Hail, dear little angel from heaven, pray for yours." Reading the word "baby" on the epitaph was the revealing word for me that this was the tomb I was looking for (I don't think it's common to find this term on the tomb of a deceased child), so I placed the daisies on that tomb. I told the "Lady" that I had found the little girl and that I had brought her the gift she had requested; A few days later, "the Lady" told me she had "seen" the little girl, who had introduced herself to her. She was joyful, thanking her father. Her little hands were clean, free of thorns and grass. Perhaps—"the Lady" interpreted—that was her way of saying thank you. I asked her how she managed to understand those souls, and the answer was that "they don't speak, they don't use words, but she can understand them anyway."
P.S.: "the Lady" didn't know where I had photographed those angels, which are in a cemetery far from Taormina. She couldn't have found that angel and gone there after seeing my photos. Furthermore, "the Lady" had come to Taormina for major surgery, coming from far away, from the other side of Sicily. I took most of the photos in this story with "lensbaby" lenses of various sizes. In Catania's monumental cemetery, I photographed the grave of the writer and leading exponent of Verismo, Giovanni Verga (many years ago I purchased a book entitled "Giovanni Verga, Photographer") and the grave of Angelo Musco (an Italian stage and film actor, nicknamed "the king of laughter"); of all the "encounters" in this series, the one that saddened me the most, for reasons related to my profession, was reading the inscription—about the incompetent doctor—"the girl died at the young age of 13."
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Questa serie fotografica nasce da una ricerca condotta nei cimiteri di Giarre, Catania, Lipari (Sicilia), è il proseguimento di una vicenda personale che avevo narrato in una precedente serie pubblicata su Flickr col titolo “Hereafter”, alla quale rimando per una piena comprensione di quanto segue (qui il link: flic.kr/p/2qBy35g ). Tengo a precisare che i fatti qui riportati sono come li ho vissuti. Con la signora sensitiva, che chiamerò “la Signora”, ho instaurato un rapporto whatsApp-epistolare cordiale e sincero, grazie alla cortesia di colleghi del reparto che l’hanno avuta in cura, le feci recapitare in dono alcune mie stampe fotografiche, erano immagini di angeli tratte dalla mia serie Hereafter (“la Signora” riferisce di essere in contatto con gli Angeli, gli Esseri di Luce). Successivamente a quel piccolo dono, “la Signora” mi raccontò che dopo aver osservato una di quelle fotografie – quella con l’angelo recante una palma tra le mani – ebbe una “visione – o contatto”, si trattava di una bambina, sepolta in quel cimitero, alla sinistra di quell’angelo, parlava col suo papà, gli chiedeva che le venisse esaudito un suo piccolo desiderio – ricevere in dono una margherita colta in un prato, non acquistata da un fioraio - . Sentendomi coinvolto, mi impegnai a portare una margherita a quella piccola anima; però me ne dimenticai completamente, passarono molti giorni, contattai “la Signora” su WhatsApp, le chiesi del suo stato di salute, fu allora che “la Signora” mi domandò “come sta la bambina ?” … non capivo, le chiesi di quale bambina parlasse, lei mi rispose “la bambina della margherita”… Come avevo fatto a dimenticarmene ! Le dissi che mi sarei recato al cimitero al più presto, due giorni dopo, libero dal lavoro, mi recai in un prato vicino casa mia, raccolsi un piccolo mazzo di margherite, e mi recai al cimitero; riconobbi l’angelo con la palma, guardai ai suoi lati ma trovai solo tombe di persone adulte, proprio sotto l’angelo, alla sua destra (ma alla mia sinistra guardandolo) c’era una tomba interrata, con la lapide in cemento rovinata dal tempo, illeggibile, nel dubbio si trattasse la tomba della bambina, mi recai dal custode del cimitero sperando si potesse risalire alla identità di chi vi era sepolto, il custode mi rispose che si poteva, ma era necessario conoscere almeno la data di morte, quindi impossibile, sulla lapide non si leggeva nulla. Sconsolato ritornai dall’angelo, avevo guardato ai lati, davanti, ma non dietro, mi restava quest’ultima opportunità, fu proprio li, con mia grande sorpresa e stupore, alla sinistra dell’angelo ma dietro, che trovai la tomba interrata con questa iscrizione – Qui fu posto il corpicciuolo della graziosa bambina Maria di Francesco Cardile tolta ai baci dei genitori il 28 dicembre 1921 di appena otto mesi. Ave caro angioletto dal cielo prega pei tuoi. – Aver letto sull’epitaffio la parola “bambina” per me fu la parola rivelatrice che quella era la tomba che stavo cercando (non credo sia comune trovare questo termine sulla tomba di un piccolo defunto), così posai le margherite su quella tomba. Raccontai alla “Signora” che avevo trovato la bambina e di averle portato il dono richiesto; qualche giorno dopo “la Signora” mi riferì di aver “visto” la bambina, che si era presentata a lei, era gioiosa, ringraziava il suo papà, le sue manine erano pulite, senza spine ne erba, forse – interpretò “la Signora” – quello era il suo modo di dire grazie. Le chiesi come riuscisse a comprendere quelle anime, la risposta fu che – loro non parlano, non usano le parole, ma lei riesce a capirle ugualmente -.
P.S.: “la Signora” non sapeva dove avessi fotografato quegli angeli, i quali si trovano in un cimitero lontano da Taormina (lei si era recata a Taormina per curarsi nel nostro ospedale), non avrebbe potuto trovare quell’angelo e recarvisi dopo aver visto le mie foto, inoltre “la Signora” era venuta a Taormina per affrontare un importante intervento chirurgico, provenendo da molto lontano, dall’altro lato della Sicilia; le foto di questo racconto le ho realizzate in maggior parte con delle ottiche “lensbaby” di varie misure; nel cimitero monumentale di Catania ho fotografato la tomba dello scrittore, massimo esponente del Verismo, Giovanni Verga (tanti anni fa acquistai un libro dal titolo “Giovanni Verga fotografo) e la tomba di Angelo Musco (attore teatrale e cinematografico italiano, soprannominato "il re del riso"); tra tutti “gli incontri” di questa serie, quello che più mi ha rattristato, per motivi legati alla mia professione, è stato leggere l’epigrafe - a riguardo del medico incompetente – la ragazza morì alla giovane età di 13 anni.
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I have no Internet connection right now. Please excuse my lack of comments and communication.
En estos momentos, estoy sin internet. Pido disculpas a todos mis amigos y contactos por no poder comentar sus fotos ni contestar a sus correos.
Gracias y felíz fin de semana para todos.
Wonderful yellow/gold colour on the body of this broad bodied chaser.
I think I've entered my Dragonfly phase of photography.
Cookeville, TN
Produced by Cub Industries in Michigan 1950-1952 by the people who made Spartan Travel Trailers.---16 Passenger
---All Aluminum body built on a Ford F-5 COE Chassis
This is # 39 of only 40 built.
For when I look at the Moon I do not see a hostile, empty world. I see the radiant body where man has taken his first steps into a frontier that will never end.
— David R. Scott, Commander Apollo 15, September 1973
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Bring it over to my place- ♪ ♫Click to listen♪ ♫
Get up, get up
Kiddominant on the beat, better run it back
Fuckin' Robitussin
I don't know why this shit got me lazy right now, yeah
Can't do Percocets or Molly
I'm turnin' one, tryna live it up here right, right, right
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
I can make it hurricane on it
Hunnid bands, make it rain on it
Tie it up, put a chain on it
Make you tattoo my name on it, oh
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's GoPro and make a video, yeah
Make you cry like a baby, yeah
Let's GoPro and make a video
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
Bring it over to my place
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
Bring it over to my place
You don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
I don't know what you did, did to me
Your body lightweight speaks to me
Baby, you can
Ride it, ooh, yeah
And you be like
"Baby, who cares?"
But I know you care
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Kupra Body, Lelutka Fleur Head, Outfit by Sibilla, Maze Soft Thighs,
Credits:
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This animation is made with rigid bodies, setting up the dice as active rigid bodies and the 'tabletop' as a passive rigid body.
Bento Head: Catwa Catya Mesh Head
Mesh Body: Maitreya
Hair: #Foxy - Sugar
Eyes: Gloom. - Death collection (White) - Right eye, Sweet Collection (Black)
Eyelashes: - [okbye]delicate eyelashes
Face Paint: Spookshow - Clown #03
Backdrop: anxiety - local v2
Wall hanging: - Apt B // Carnival Hanging Cloth (gacha)
Outfit -
Love - Love Harness, Spaghetti Strap crop top and panties (Maitreya)
Tattoo - Slaughter Ink - The Devil Inside (blood)
Accessories -
Facial Piercings (except lance) - CATWA - Face piercing v2 (Catya)
Ears:^^Swallow^^ - Pop Pixie Ears
Piercing[CX] - Lance Piercing
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NailsTamagosenbei Maitreya bento bloody nails
CollarSpookshow - Tammuz Collar
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My weapon of choice - Inkside - Solid Metal Axe
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Skin : [theSkinnery] / Bom Body - FIT and [theSkinnery] / Manon (CatwaHDPRO)
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Ears : Swallow / Rox Ears
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Tan Line : Izzie's / BakesOnMesh Layers Swimsuit Tan Lines
Vines : VELOUR / Boobs Veins Add-on
Tattoo : My own
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Necklace : Kibitz - Beautiful disaster necklace - silver
Phone : VA / VISTA VPHONE X-V1
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Coat : DAMI / Miyeon OUTFIT #B SET5
Top : REBORN feat Axolotl / Juicy Boobs &Top
Panties : Seniha / Naty Set - Black
Tranceparent Bodysuits : My own
Boots : HOLY EVOLUTIONARY / Cavaliere Boots "Steel"
Bag : Pare / Ercy Cagole Shoulder Bag Fatpack
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TP: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Domain/119/110/22
- Reborn + Waifus
- Legacy + Perky
- Full Body Blossoms
+ Individual Sections for arms, legs etc
- 7 Bikini Colours
- 35 Blossom Colours + 7 Leaves
- Materials Enabled
-BONUS- Unrigged / Modify Blossoms Accessories!