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May 2011
Evening light breaks across crystal clear water to the piney big rocks of Indian Head Cove in the Bruce Peninsula National Park, Georgian Bay, Ontario.
Copyright © 2011 Richard Thompson. All rights reserved.
The witch is staring off into the wintery field, watching the sky. Our earth is boundless in its beauty (our actions and perceptions are key).
Would love to hear your interpretations of this image ;)
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NOTE: This shape for Boundless version of the Erin 2.5 head. Get Into Shape on Marketplace
Vendor photos are taken in CalWL with no editing, avatars are shown bare faced so you can achieve "look" out of the box with bonus glam shot with makeup to see her in her full beauty on Market Place! This is bonus glam shot!
I am often restlessly searching for inspiration in the world around me, especially in the places I often frequent. It can be a simple moment but I try to find more depth in the story telling to communicate visually and optically to tell the story of the moment.
technical notes:
Canon dslr
Nikon 1000mm reflex
1/4000 sec , f11, iso 100
Bogen Basalt tripod
Remote switch Canon
Digital Photo Professional
PS polished
I love to soar in the boundless, beautiful and clear blue sky.
*Note: More pics of Sky and Scenery in my Sky and Scenery Album.
It's a car from a home, 100, there is tens of kilometers of scenic area
which is also called a wonderful Nishizawa ravine outstandingly in Japan
in Yamanashi-Prefectyre which went.
I could put a situation of the location in a picture politely one by one here,
being impressed with beauty in a flow of water for 7 hours on foot once more.
Visitors step into infinity in this surreal image from teamLab Borderless (or teamLab Planets), an interactive digital art museum in Tokyo, Japan where mirrors, motion, and light converge to disorient and delight. Captured from a mirrored floor, this photo immerses viewers in a kaleidoscopic web of reflection—where reality multiplies endlessly and boundaries between ceiling and floor dissolve.
teamLab’s mirror-based installations are designed to eliminate spatial hierarchy. In this scene, the reflective floor creates an illusion of infinite depth beneath the feet of guests. Reflected overhead, their mirrored doubles appear to walk on the ceiling, as if defying gravity in a world where orientation becomes subjective. Light particles shimmer across the mirrored surfaces like digital stardust, adding a kinetic energy to the space as visitors move through it.
This particular room is part of teamLab’s ongoing exploration of "body immersion"—a core concept in their work that challenges the traditional separation between observer and artwork. Here, the visitor becomes the art, reflected back in countless permutations. The mirrored floor and walls create a boundless field of repetition, where the crowd appears both singular and multiplied, real and ephemeral.
teamLab is a collective of artists, programmers, engineers, CG animators, mathematicians, and architects who aim to merge art and technology. Since debuting in 2001, they’ve become internationally celebrated for their work in immersive environments, interactive projections, and generative design. Whether in Tokyo or touring exhibitions worldwide, their installations invite audiences to rethink what art can be—a space to walk through, a light that responds to your breath, or a mirror that reflects your role in a digital ecosystem.
In this photograph, human presence becomes pattern. Guests glance downward only to see themselves from above. Each step reshapes the reflection, creating a dance between perception and distortion. It’s an art experience not bound by static images or frames, but by movement, awareness, and shared illusion.
The moment frozen here is both serene and electric: bodies, shadows, and reflections orbit in silence, while flashes of green, gold, and light add a sci-fi shimmer. For fans of digital art, conceptual architecture, or avant-garde installation design, this room represents teamLab at its most minimal yet disorienting—and most photogenic.
Whether you’re visiting as an art lover, traveler, or visual explorer, the mirrored floor experience at teamLab invites you to leave gravity at the door and enter a space where the self is everywhere, and nowhere, at once.
Heaven's Boundless Arch (2928)
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An archway framing a building leading to more mineral spas. This was, among other things, an old mineral spa near Salton Sea, CA. The ruins made us feel like we were exploring a wartorn city. I lit the building and window from several different angles with a handheld ProtoMachines light painting device during the exposure. This was photographed during a week-long 1582-mile road trip with Mike Cooper.
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Nikon D750/Nikkor 14-24mm f/2.8 lens. 10 minutes total "stacked"; each individual photo was 2 minutes f/8 ISO 400. March 2019.
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Beneath a vault of boundless azure, where the clouds tumble and twist like restless spirits, New Zealand's Routeburn Valley unfolds—a land of such profound beauty it seems to pulse with the memory of creation itself. Set amidst the raw splendor of New Zealand’s Southern Alps, this realm feels ancient beyond reckoning, its features carved by the steady hand of time and the chaotic whim of the elements.
The forest at the valley’s edge surges forward in chaotic majesty, a riot of greens ranging from the soft, glowing emerald of mosses to the dark, brooding shades of towering trees. Each leaf and branch seems alive with whispered secrets, their stories carried by a breeze that snakes its way through the undergrowth, rustling and sighing like the ghosts of forgotten ages. Beneath the canopy, the ground is soft with decay and renewal, where every fallen twig and clump of lichen plays its part in the endless cycle of life.
Above it all, the mountains rise with an almost imperious indifference, their ridges serrated like the edges of a broken crown. Snow clings stubbornly to their highest peaks, glinting in the sun like shards of white fire, relics of a winter that refuses to yield entirely to the warmth below. One jagged peak commands the scene, thrusting upward with primal force. Its slopes are smothered in dense green forest that creeps upward as if trying to claim the summit for its own, while bare rock above seems to defy it, jagged and immovable. It looms with a quiet authority, a monolith that seems to regard the passage of time as little more than an afterthought.
In the valley’s heart, the rivers thread and twist with the grace of a dancer, their waters shimmering like liquid glass under the midday sun. They carve thin, silvery scars into the earth, a pattern so intricate it feels deliberate, like an ancient script left by the gods. The wide grassy plains, saturated with the vitality of untouched wilderness, seem to cradle these waters, offering them passage as they journey deeper into the unseen.
This place is alive with a stillness that hums with hidden energy, as if the air itself is charged with the memory of something vast and eternal. It is the kind of quiet that feels intentional, a silence that listens as much as it is heard. One might imagine Aragorn leading the Fellowship through such a land, his steps careful on the mossy ground, or Legolas pausing to gaze at the mountains with a glint of recognition in his ageless eyes. The air carries the faintest trace of something unnameable—a scent of rain-soaked stone, of blooming earth, and of the faintest echo of a melody, lost to time but lingering just enough to be felt.
The Routeburn Valley seems untouched by the corruption of the wider world, a sanctuary where the light of the Two Trees might yet flicker in some secret hollow. The mountains guard their secrets jealously, the rivers speak in riddles, and the forests feel as though they are watching. Standing here, with the sun casting its light across the valley in soft gold and sharp white, one cannot help but feel this is a place where the fabric of the world wears thin—where Middle-earth might still echo faintly, and where a weary traveler might look beyond the farthest peak and glimpse a glimmer of the West, eternal and unchanging.
Japanese Anemone outside the bounds of the fence along the tomato garden. Happy Fence Friday, have a great weekend! :)
"Nothing is so boundless as the sea, nothing so patient. On its broad back it bears, like a good-natured elephant, the tiny mannikins which tread the earth; and in its vast cool depths it has place for all mortal woes. It is not true that the sea is faithless, for it has never promised anything; without claim, without obligation, free, pure, and genuine beats the mighty heart, the last sound one in an ailing world.
And while the mannikins strain their eyes over it, the sea sings its old song. Many understand it scarce at all, but never two understand it in the same manner, for the sea has a distinct word for each one that sets himself face to face with it.
It smiles with green shining ripples to the barelegged urchin who catches crabs; it breaks in blue billows against the ship, and sends the fresh salt spray far in over the deck. Heavy leaden seas come rolling in on the beach, and while the weary eye follows the long hoary breakers, the stripes of foam wash up in sparkling curves over the even sand; and in the hollow sound, when the billows roll over for the last time, there is something of a hidden understanding--each thinks on his own life, and bows his head towards the ocean as if it were a friend who knows it all and keeps it fast."
~ Alexander Kielland, 1880, in the book Garman & Worse ~
In Norwegian, the original language:
"Intet er så rommelig som havet, intet så tålmodig. På sin brede rygg bærer det lik en godslig elefant de små puslinger som bebor jorden; og i sitt store kjølige dyp eier det plass for all verdens jammer. Det er ikke sant at havet er troløst; for det har aldri lovet noe: uten krav, uten forpliktelse, fritt, rent og uforfalsket banker det store hjerte - det siste sunne i den syke verden.
Og mens puslingene stirrer utover, synger havet sine gamle sanger. Mange forstår det slett ikke; men aldri forstår to det på samme måte. For havet har et særskilt ord til hver især som stiller seg ansikt til ansikt med det.
Det smiler med blanke, grønne småbølger til de barbente unger som fanger krabber; det bryter i blå dønninger mot skibet og sender ut den friske, salte skumsprøyt langt inn over dekket; tunge, grå sjøer kommer veltende mot stranden, og mens trette øyne følger de lange, hvitgrå brenninger, skyller skumstripene i blanke buer henover den glatte sand. Og i den dumpe lyd, når bølgen faller sammen for siste gang, er det noe av en hemmelig forståelse; hver tenker på sitt og nikker utover - som havet var en venn, der vet det hele og gjemmer det trofast."
My album of seascapes:
I couldn't find or come up with a quote for this picture, but I'm still working on it. In the meantime, I’m super excited to start doing more of my concepts this summer. I decided to start my small series on mental health soon that I've been wanting to do for a long time now. I have 2 awesome little girls who are going to model it for me, one being this girl pictured here and the other being her younger sister. It’s been hard trying a way to express what it’s like to have depression mixed with a form of P.T.S.D, but after coming up with some idea’s hopefully they'll work. I feel a sense of weight lifted off of me after realizing I can express myself more. After months of having zero energy and no motivation to do anything, I’m glad that I'm starting to find some inspiration. I'm on summer break now guys (whoa, I’m a senior now), so expect to see more from me!
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The shape is Modify / Copy / No Transfer. Exclusively made for Lelutka Ryn 2.5 (boundless) and Legacy but can also be used for other bodies (modifiable). Enjoy! :)
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"Of course when I talk about "being creative," chances are that I am talking about something artistic. But, I think having that kind of bounds around a word keeps it from being accessible to everybody. A scientist is incredibly creative, just as is a mechanic and anyone else who spends their time doing typically left-brained things.
I chose "Boundless Creativity" for my tagline because to me, it's the essence of freedom."
Read my full blog post here: www.itoiartistry.com
Boundless blue sky covering over the placid surface of Hársas Lake - the last days of summer holiday brought an amazing weather.
Date: September 4, 2019 17:26
Temperature: 22°C (71°F)
Designed by Susumu Shingu, and one of many installed in Kansai International Airport, Japan... although this example features in the Renzo Piano exhibition, Royal Academy of Arts, London.
Beneath the boundless azure dome of heaven, a crystalline lake lies cradled in the embrace of ancient, rugged mountains. Its waters shimmer with a clarity that seems almost ethereal, revealing a mosaic of glistening stones resting in quiet harmony on the lakebed. Each stone, weathered and smoothed by the hand of time, catches the sunlight like scattered jewels, their pale hues contrasting with the deep cerulean expanse above.
The mountains rise majestically, their jagged peaks carved by the relentless whispers of wind and the gentle persistence of snowmelt. Patches of hardy grass cling to the rocky slopes, defying gravity and adversity alike, their golden-green tones offering a soft reprieve to the otherwise austere beauty of the landscape.
Above, the sky is a canvas brushed with the delicate wisps of wandering clouds—feathery trails that seem to drift with a quiet purpose, as though carrying the dreams of the earth below. The air, pure and bracing, hums with silence, broken only by the gentle lapping of the water against the shore, a rhythmic song of timeless serenity.
Here, in this untouched haven, the soul finds a mirror for its loftiest aspirations and its deepest peace. It is a place where nature, unspoiled and infinite, speaks directly to the heart, reminding one of the enduring bond between the earth and the eternal spirit of life.
Location: Lake Wilson in Southern Alps, New Zealand
Step into a world of boundless creativity as we unveil the works of three extraordinary artists. Be mesmerized by the bold compositions of Doddy Meiler, the captivating pieces by Ourane Neuvavida, and the playful creations of Scarlett Auster. Get ready to experience a diverse range of styles and concepts that are sure to inspire.
📅 Date: Tuesday, January 23rd.
🕛 Time: 12:00 PM PST
📍 Location: Michiel Bechir Gallery
🎶 Groove to the beats spun by the sensational DJ Ms Toya as you immerse yourself in the gallery and connect with fellow art enthusiasts. This promises to be an event filled with inspiration, entertainment, and a celebration of artistic expression.
Don’t miss the chance to experience these extraordinary artworks up close. Save the date and join us for this unique event!
If you were to travel in a straight line beyond where this shot is faced, you'll zoom past the city districts of East Los Angeles, Pico Rivera, South Whittier, Fullerton and with a slight turn to the right, Anaheim. The approximate distance for our hypothetical jump-through is 27 miles (43 km). Not too far from one another; it's the traffic that will kill you.