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BABY CHAOS - HELLO
Bored and backstabbed I hate your friends
I won't miss them they don't listen
I WANT TO FREEWHEEL A WHILE IT'S EASY
AND NO-ONE TAKES ANY NOTICE
Curse my luck I'm stuck here with them
I dream all day of what I'm missing
I GOING TO FREEWHEEL A WHILE IT'S EASY
MAYBE I'LL TAKE OUT THE TIME TO SAY
HELLO I'M ALONE ARE YOU ALONE TOO
Got my blisters burning bridges
I want to show you why I did this
I GOING TO FREEWHEEL A WHILE IT'S EASY
AND NO-ONE TAKES ANY NOTICE
I'M GOING TO FREEWHEEL ALL DAY I'M LAZY
MAYBE I'LL TAKE OUT THE TIME TO SAY
HELLO I'M ALONE ARE YOU ALONE TOO
I think the title says it all here. But I was struck by the geometrical lines and shapes. It is interesting to compare the tonal effects of the first photo I posted this morning and this one. Same camera, similar time of day, but the angle of light is crucial. Only monochrome has the ability to bring out these subtleties of tone.
[Once again this is best seen enlarged.]
Been a long time..again. I'm still playing around with the 'ol camera, but don't have much time for editing and uploading. Thought I would share something different, an abstract macro, for a change, of soap film. Just prior to exploding it gets pretty agitated and makes pretty, chaotic, patterns.
The baby now named Chaos, continued to use me as a toy until I could get away...
Taken under permit in Dominica
I've taken a hiatus from posting photos the last few months, but have still been doing some trips, the most recent of which was seeing the wildebeest migration crossing the Mara river.
Absolutely stunning...
The amount of chaos, and the sheer volume of animals is breathtaking - a definite must-see!
So you may have noticed from my stream that I like night shots. Ever since I was quite young, I always wanted to be up late. Something about the night I have always loved. In my adult life, this has made me the total night owl. So on this late night, I was driving back from shooting on Las Vegas Blvd when my wife took this with the camera sat on the passenger dashboard. I gave her a quick tutorial, like 20 seconds, and off she went. She shot maybe 10 shots and this was the one she picked to upload. Chaos is what she called it, rather apt I think!
On processing, I upped the saturation a little and the vibrance alot! Increase the blacks and used recovery to help the highlights. All in all a pretty wild mess I am sure you will agree!
Cyanotype - Viré au thé + café / coffee and tea toned
Prise de vue - Bessa L + skopar 21mm - kodak doubleX
Finally managed to get the German Navy P-8 landing in nice light on Wednesday evening. Even if I was late getting my tea!
I want to be naked, running through the streets.
I want to invite this so called chaos, that you'd think I dare not be.
I want to be weightless, flying through the air.
I want to drop all these limitations and return to who I was meant to be.
(So called chaos - Alanis Morissette)
i don't know
this was at a bonfire which was super Awesome cool and i got so many photos of fireworks too!! but idk i felt like this had to be made into a diptych, so here we are.
" the chaos theory is about finding the underlying order in apparently random data"- imho.com
A mini quilt made with leftover 1" squares! It is quilted with random, 1/4" spaced straight lines ( a combination of ideas given by quiltedoma and threekitchenfairies!) . The binding is sewn to the front and I will hand-sew it to the back this weekend at a sew-in.
♥Explored 6/9/10♥
Chaos. This could be a new series. Image one hundred and eighty-one of my project 365. What appears as a drain oil stain on the concrete, is actually only water. The magic of image making.
EXPLORE: Highest position: 278 on Saturday, November 8, 2008
Cormorant plus half a dozen lesser birds (can you see them all?)
Brandon Bay, near Castlegregory. Co Kerry.
In the twilight, the sky poured itself into a palette of whispered hues — violet and crimson, tangerine and pearl — as if the universe had exhaled all its colors in a sigh of resignation. The ocean mirrored this celestial canvas, a restless pupil absorbing the wisdom of an infinite teacher. Each ripple seemed to question the boundaries of being, curious and hesitant, like a child's hand reaching out to touch the face of a dream.
Here, the world was no longer a place of answers. The horizon bled uncertainty, a line drawn by an unseen hand that forgot the concept of edges. The clouds sprawled in streaks of mauve and gold, tendrils of thought from an intellect far too ancient to be hurried, yet too young to understand itself. The waves murmured secrets to the wind — secrets too elusive to grasp, yet too profound to ignore. They curled over rocks and sand, breaking into a gentle chaos, as though nature itself had briefly forgotten how to complete its sentences.
In the silent stillness, this scene held no promise of permanence, only an invitation to witness the fleeting. The sky’s aching expanse was a brushstroke of the eternal, and the water below was nothing but a vessel for reflections — a keeper of ephemeral flames. The moment teetered between oblivion and discovery, balanced delicately, impossibly, on the brink of time's vast and ever-receding shore.
For a breath, all of existence seemed caught in contemplation, as if even the universe were musing over its own creation, wondering how such beauty could rise from the convergence of chance and infinity. And then, just as softly, the sun dipped beyond sight, leaving only the lingering glow of wonder, and the endless mystery of night yet to unfold.
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Beneath the lingering hues and the whispered secrets of light, there exists a bridge between the fleeting and the eternal. To step across it, to witness more moments where color and time converge in a delicate dance, wander further into the world of the artist who captured this Symphony of Passing Light.
Let your eyes explore the unseen, let your mind drift into reverie — discover www.coronaviking.com and follow the traces of twilight, the stories etched in waves, and the silent poetry of horizons yet to be touched.