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Leftover red, blue, yellow, black, white acrylics mixed with Floetrol and a dash of water. Added a few drops of silicone oil to each. Combined in one cup and flipped. 8x12
I don't know why the heart, my friend, in its coiled musculature
and knot of soft tissue and sinew keeps on in you and me and
that lone flycatcher pillaging the rye grass, or those shrilling
crickets or the croakers in the marsh now starting their evening
doo wop or the Black Angus, like a procession of mourners,
dragging their shadows up from the creek before they buck and run
at our approach. Or the sun, now evanescing in the dusk, arteries
streaked across the western sky, what moves it in space, across
our retinas and into the convolutions of memory? I'm lost again
in the unbroken backbeat, my friend, perpetual in my adoration.
Follow me, if you will, up this ridge road, past the horse farm
and relay towers, with their daisy chains of red lights, pulsating
to warn away planes. I love how the landscape ripples away
in every direction, a tapestry we might float above
or disappear into, a dotting of yardlights like votive candles,
fields and valleys flowing away into darkness. We have come
this far to see the northern auroras, if conditions are right,
so we pick our fenceposts to watch the heavens fill with stars:
the empty dipperful, the seven daughters of Pleiades, a trillion
more I'll never know the names of as fireflies begin to luminesce
and drift about us. We wait and watch, you patient and content
to lick your paws, incarnation of the Buddha, I sometimes think,
here to shame my lack of virtue. And when wild dogs or
coyotes howl miles away, you tip your head up toward me with such
melancholy in your eyes I know whatever life dwells inside you
longs to cross the dark ocean that separates man from dog,
two animal souls on this hill searching the distant horizon
for arcs of light, like glowing fingers, to appear and touch us.
--Miguel de Ozarko
Pantsuit - Madame Noir "Celestial Sequin Pantsuit" @ Mainstore
LM: Madame Noir
Other items:
Skin - Guapa
Hair - Wings @ Access
Eyebrow - Suicidal Unborn
Eyes - Conviction @ Anthem
Eyeshadow - Suicidal Unborn @ The Warehouse Sale
Lipstick - Suicidal Unborn
Nails - Suicidal Unborn @ Anthem
Heels - Pure Poison
Pose - Babyboo @ Sabbath
Kreative People Treat This 339 ~ May 1st to May 7th all source images are mine shown in the first comment box flic.kr/p/2pMCgyC
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new hair by Truth; new skin by Glam Affair (Collabor88); new laurel leaves crown + lariat gem chain necklace by Yummy (Collabor88); new wings by LaGyo (Collabor88); new dress by u.f.o. (Collabor88); new white leather cord bracelets & watch by Mandala (Collabor88); new mini Pan doll by MishMish (Collabor88); new amber charm necklace & rose gold screws earrings by Bliensen + Maitai; pose by Le Poppycock; eyes by Ikon
Cupola della Basilica di San Pietro - Città del Vaticano
Canon EF17-40mm f/4L USM
Exposure: 1/50; Aperture: f/4.0; Focal Length: 17 mm; ISO: 800; Mode: Manual
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#25 on Explore 7-8-2009
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Comet C/2024 G3 (ATLAS) ☄ as seen near Pyramid Hill on 22/1/2025, 10:06 PM (AEDT). Westerly winds during the previous days had created a lot of airborne dust and delivered thick smoke from the Grampians bushfires. This created some difficulty finding a suitably clear sky, but in return, it created very dramatic sunsets.
Hey my friends, it's so good to be back on flickr, so to speak. I'm not sure if you guys are having the same issues that i'm having but my account has been silent(dead) for the last 8 months. The only way I know of any type of activity is if I physically go and look on my laptop, no notifications, no e-mail, nothing. The silence is maddening!! Yeah, Yeah, of course I've checked the settings, I think that Insta-wreck(instagram) is somehow blocking my Flickr notifications. I uninstalled instagram but Flickr still remains silent. :-)
Speaking of silent, I spent weekend before last scouring the tablelands for petroglyphs to line up under the Milky Way. At this time of year the temperatures were in the 90's throughout the day so most of my time was spent searching during dusk or dawn. As I walked along the trail out of my last location I suddenly felt quite ill. I was having problems keeping my balance as if my equilibrium was on the fritz. I shook it off and soldiered off down the trial towards the car. About a mile later it happened again. Hmmm, why am I feeling so dizzy? I just had a big fat hamburger back in town not three or four hours ago, I can't be hungry already. I decided to stop off the trail and quickly scarf down a protein bar to see if that would help when my phone rang. It was my wife asking if I was O.K. Yeah I'm fine Why, I asked. She informed me that there where just a couple of 7+ magnitude earthquakes in ridgecrest just within the last hour less than 100 miles away as the crow flies......... Ah-hah!!!
Have you ever heard the expression " No one can hear you scream in space" (well they can't hear you out in the boondocks either). Well did you know that when your out in the middle of nowhere an earthquake is literally silent! It's true. I shit you not!! not a sound!! Just movement!!
I've been living in Southern California my whole life which is kinda like living on gods etch-a-sketch but had never realized that the noise associated with an earthquake is all the manmade crap rattling around you, LOL. :-)
Tale-of-The-Take:
Instead of sweltering in the tent or car down in the Owens Valley I decided to drive up to the Bristlecone forest and stay the night at the campground which is almost 10,000ft. in elevation which would help cool things off for the evening. It's a great place for night photography because it is a registered dark-sky location. I found this spot while wandering around the outskirts of the campground during a sunset on a previous trip and had marked it in Gaia GPS for later reference.
Here it is referenced!! Hope you like it!!!
I have started a Meet-up group for those of you who live in So Cal.
In an effort to bring my photography interests closer to home I have created this group to build a community of landscape, nightscape, and nature photographers here in the Southern California area.
Here's the link www.meetup.com/Adventure-Photography-Network-Group/
These are not workshops! This is hanging out together shooting the outdoors, sharing ideas, being creative, and growing a community…..together as friends and colleagues. Each participant will need to be self-sufficient!!
**To purchase prints click the link below, If not there contact me and I'll add it there.
adventureinfineartphotography.smugmug.com/
To find out more about the "Adventure Photography Network" click the link below.
ericgphotodude.wixsite.com/adventure
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¡Pájaro del agua!
amo el son errante
y azul que desgranas
en las hojas verdes,
en la fuente blanca.
¡No te vayas tú,
corazón con alas!
pájaro del agua
¿qué encantas, qué cantas?
................................................ Juan Ramón Jiménez. (fragmento)
*Voz celestial
Granada, con específica mención a su Alhambra, bien podría llamarse “La ciudad de las fuentes”
No sería de extrañar en primer lugar, por su calidad extraordinaria, decantada directamente de la Sierra de nieves perpetuas, conserva una pureza y un frescor que, en el verano De la Vega tiene valor multiplicado, pareciera recién sacada de la nevera y ello, en cualquiera de los grifos públicos esparcidos por doquier en la ciudad.
Pero, sin desmerecer el anterior, el tesoro de su presencia en este reino es, por su voz.La audición, no era la menor cualidad de su presencia sino su más destacada esencia para aquellos que venían de la experiencia de su ausencia por generaciones, en el desierto.
¡Oro puro para los sentidos! Voz celestial del agua omnipresente que captura el alma y la deja suspendida en la experiencia de sus mansos trinos.
Paradójicamente, una ciudad llena de fuentes que sin embargo no se oyen, solo se escuchan sus aguas mansas prestandoles la exclusiva atención debida, como la dedicada a la mujer que nos enamora, silencio absoluto solo para rellenar el espacio con su murmullo quedo.
El goce nazarí en la escucha constante, de la ausencia de una carencia experimentada por siglos. No pudieron elegir mejor enclave.