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In celebration of Virginia Woolf's 136th birthday.
To The Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf is a novel about childhood emotions and adult relationships. It is about loss, subjectivity, the nature of art and the problem of perception …
“She was like a crinkled poppy; with the desire to drink dry dust.”
― Virginia Woolf, The Waves
“I make no apologies for who I am. I thought to put all sadness on another account; to squirrel it away; to cry in silence, but today I am decidedly against it. I am me and I must be able to express myself because to keep those feelings of such magnitude inside me is untenable. So many people suffer in silence, but why should they … Always I come back to the words of my Wisest Friend … “understanding is the first step towards love.” To understand me is to love me, you understand …
Soon I will be leaving for my little island where I can sleep like a baby; where there is only peace and where I can be at one with nature; where I feel no pain or anguish; where time stands still and where my mind is stilled; a place where I can just be … “ - AP
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=597lnTSyTyI
THE WAVES – TUESDAY – MAX RICHTER
Virginia's words read by Gillian Anderson
Virginia my love; my soul mate
I have an affinity with you
deeper than the ocean
the depths of emotions
that took your life
deprived the world
of such a beautiful heart and soul
a brilliant mind; a tenderness
a gift for words; a capacity for love
that surpasses all mortal understanding
and yet, am I not mortal then
I often wondered …
sometimes I feel a yearning
a strange compulsion grips me
I find myself on the beach
the sea stretched endlessly before me
absent-mindedly I fill my pockets
the heaviest pebbles; the densest stones
as if my heavy heart
is not enough to weigh me down
still I need the comforting weight
the weight that took you from this world
yes, I feel that too, almost every day
but in these dark days that overwhelm me
when I cannot sleep unless I purge myself of my emotions
the floods that dampen my pillow
ironic how water always plays it's part
the sharp scalding salty tears
like the waves, the waves, the waves
the current; the rip-tide is strong today
it pulls me like a magnet
draws the steel sword driven through me
a metallic taste so bitter on my tongue
I am other-wordly
my unseeing gaze disturbs the birds
the mournful cries of the gulls overhead
soft wings sweep the tears from my cheeks
this life I have is not for the mild; the meek
I find myself on the mud flats
sinking slowly; more slowly than my pulse that quickens
how strange and precious is our time here
we let it trickle through our fingers
like the sand in an egg timer
one minute; two minutes; three …
hard-boiled; no, not me; not ever
no matter what fate decides for me
my heart will still be gentle
it hurts to feel this much
everything seems too big; too loud; too much
like the images in the rear view mirror
smoke and mirrors; dust to dust
ashes to ashes; needs … needs must
to overcome my present state
I cannot and maybe that is how it should be
who knows where our end will lie
are we, after all, not born to die
I hear a shout; barely audible on the wind
seems more like a whisper
carried away so swiftly
horses hooves; ah yes, I remember
as a small child falling asleep to this sound
only now I know it was just an illusion
the sound of my own beating heart
resounding within my ears
the rythmn of my life; of all life
have you ever put your ear to the ground
and heard the earth beat
have you ever fallen to your knees
in resolute defeat
this world was never meant for me
the subtle little cruelties;
the violent vivid passions that engulf me
some sleepwalk through their lives
they do not notice or understand such things
“Do not abandon me!”, I cry
I am only 8 years old and I have already twice died
now that child is still within me
TRAPPED; no-one can hear me scream
there is no escaping me; my inner child
the one who allows me to see the beauty of the world
is also the one who makes me want to run
to end it all here on my beach
where as a child I ran
and then I drowned; yes really drowned
pronounced dead at the scene; my family told
but by some strange fate it was not my time
I was brought back to this life
but I was different from the child before
I was so much more; too much more …
is this my purpose then; the place where I should be
to tell you all my stories; divulge the innermost of me
I wonder; how I wonder …
am I up to the task; the skies are dark and distant thunder
drags me down; drags me under
the waves, the waves, the waves
salty tears on my eyelashes
salty waves and thunder crashes
all around me so surreal
this is it then; the meaning of my life
to end it here, my dear Virginia
to end it here with you …
your words; your thoughts; your feelings
so closely resemble mine
and yet I wonder even now
am I still to live or am I yet to die …
I sigh
my heart aches
my head hurts
the ground shakes
earth to earth
I cry …
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My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
Teepee Birthday party by APHRODITE
White Orchid Tree.v2{Animated} by Little Branch
Grass.V4{Animated}Mesh by Little Branch
Tulip Field* {Animated} by Little Branch
Vintage Roadtrip Car by NOMAD
Small Bend 90 (fences) by Compulsion
balloon swings white by [we're CLOSED]
Confetti Balloon by Apple Fall
Juliette's Juice Cart RARE by Kalopsia
giraffe by d-lab
panda by d-lab
Mike Makatron for Bar Ampere in Russell Place.
As this was painted up a wall and onto the curved ceiling, I sort of had to let my normal compulsion to straighten horizontal and vertical lines go for one photo. It was hard.
CHEZ MOI Naomi Patio Set @Colabor88
CHEZ MOI Aveena White Vases
AB + Pitaya . Cozy Garden - Painted centerpiece (orange flower)
~BAZAR~ Hermosa Vase
MADRAS Bird House Decor SL17B Gift
MINIMAL - Summer Bike -Park- Deco
MINIMAL - Flower Passage
Compulsion Riviera Farm
Compulsion Topiary Planter
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Jeans: Ascendant - Alicy Denim 10 jeans
Hair: DOUX - Reema hairstyle [BLOGGER PACK]
Backdrop, pose and props: Focus. Christmas Farm Trees Backdrop
Christmas Tree: Compulsion Christmas Tree 2022
Granola Mojave Set @ Uber:
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Granola. Mojave Sectional Sofa. White. PG.
Granola. Mojave Short Cactus.
Granola July GG @ the Main Store:
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Granola. July GG. Message In A Bottle.
Granola. July GG. Seashell Candle.
Granola. Odeletta Radio Cabinet. White. @ The Main Store:
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MADRAS Aish Fireplace Set @ The Main store:
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MADRAS Aish Fireplace
MADRAS Aish Bottle Decor
MADRAS Aish Mirror Black/White
MADRAS Aish Fireplace Tool
MADRAS ARMADA Chandelier Brass @ The main store:
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THOR assorted Gachas @ The Main Store:
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..::THOR::.. Nautical Oil Lamp
..::THOR::.. 30's Gramophone
..::THOR::.. Earphones
..::THOR::.. Vintage Telescope
..::THOR::.. Paper Sheets
..::THOR::.. Antique Book
..::THOR::.. Bird Cage Small
..::THOR::.. Vintage Hat - lay
..::THOR::.. Andraus Helmet - RARE
..::THOR::.. Shocking Helmet - RARE
Insurrektion French Moments @ The Main store:
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[IK] French Moments - Eiffel Lamp
[IK] French Moments - Notre Dame Deco Set
Mudhoney Main store:
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MudHoney Finley Books
MudHoney Books - Advice
MudHoney Paint Books
Serenity Style- Jacob's Books Part of Jacobs set @ the Main store:
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Other Decor Photographed:
Ariskea[Pine].Old Books
Acorn Bookends -Dachshund
Apple Fall Althea Rug - Antique Dark
Apple Fall Recipe Books
Apple Fall Tea Tins & Tea Books
Apple Fall Mercantile Bookshelf
Apple Fall Books - Arrangement 1
Apple Fall Books - Arrangement 2
Apple Fall Books - Arrangement 4
Apple Fall Stacked Books
Apple Fall Books & Map
West Village Charleston Curtains - Cream
22769 - Old Office Fan - COMMON
Tentacio Good feeling laptop
Tentacio Good feeling tulips
Tentacio Good feeling bag
llorisen // chester lacquered console
Foxwood - Tea time - Clutter 2
Foxwood - Tea time - Sleepy Kitten (static)
Foxwood ~ Delilah ~ Spaniel Resting (static)
Nutmeg. Vintage Clutch
Nutmeg. Summer Bliss Horse Statuette
Nutmeg. Jewel box
Nutmeg. Dacha Old Wooden Chest
*LODE* Decor - Bougainvillea Vase [pink]
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Candles
Fancy Decor: Vertical Candles (white)
FD & Commoner: Planted Basket (white)
-tb- Spring Living - Vintage Books
Compulsion ferns
{vespertine} - sketchbooks & magz 2
[Commoner] The Murphy Collection / Row of Books
KOPFKINO - Magic Potions and Books
When you've got late afternoon, winter light like this, even our less glamorous hills can suddenly stop you in your tracks.
Driving north on the A82, Beinn Challum appears as a giant featureless grassy lump, & doesn't exactly beckon the hillwalker on. Its best side is when viewed from Glen Lochay in the north-east, where it adopts the guise of an elegant cone positioned at the head of the glen. This photograph was taken from neighbouring Beinn Chaorach, which rather depressingly translates as 'Sheep Hill'. Beinn Challum is quite simply 'Malcolm's Hill'.
I'm afraid that a compulsion to include 'Castor & Pollux' , Ben More & Stob Binnein, dictated the final composition, & an arguably better one shelved, with the subject matter more to the right in that. Sometimes the urge to convey the scope of the outlook from a certain spot overrules photographic sensibilities.
I cannot resist photographing "this" when I see it. There are an embarrassing number of kindred images in the first comment box below as proof positive of my compulsion should you have the time and inclination to view them. Cheers!
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I do feel for this poor fellow. He prowls across the field, pecking here and there, when he is seized by a quivering and compulsion, to erupt into calling. Then he starts to peck again but before he finds a nice morsel he is seized all over again ..Lol!
So be it
Settle the score
Touch me again for the words that you'll hear evermore
Hey
Don't tread on me
Love it or leave it, she with the deadly bite
Quick is the blue tongue, forked as lighting strike
Shining with brightness, always on surveillance
The eyes, they never close, emblem of vigilance
Ooh no, no, no don't tread on me
METALICA
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4. Tentacio - Lilith Horns Black
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DAPPA - Tenzin Tattoo.
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My Beloved Lion: [Rezz Room] Box Shishi Lion Animesh FATPACK
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dust bunny Plants
Compulsion Plants
" God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside
Covered my tracks, but couldn't swallow my pride
As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin
I howled a wrecking ball, and you were porcelain
An altered state, sometimes I even scare myself
Is it too late to question fate?
And hope is fleeting, still tethered to this grim divergence of my being
I can't stop the bleeding, I can barely stand myself
God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside
Covered my tracks, but couldn't swallow my pride
As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin
I howled a wrecking ball, and you were porcelain
Porcelain
Porcelain
I saw your face, but it couldn't save me
I fell from grace, and I cracked your smile
Don't rescue me, I can't escape it
Ravenously, feed my feral mind, we bend before we break
God knows I tried, but broken, I bow to the beast inside
Covered my tracks, but couldn't swallow my pride
As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin
I howled a wrecking ball, and you were porcelain
Porcelain, compulsions killing me
Giving in and I can't go back
Porcelain, it's fucking killing me
Giving in, I can't go back
I've broken my vows to reconcile
I shattered your heart and left a crack in your smile
As sure as the moonlight strikes our skin
I howled a wrecking ball, and you were porcelain
Porcelain
Porcelain ... "
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Le donne che leggono sono pericolose / Women who read are dangerous
Le donne che leggono sono pericolose... Perché non si annoiano mai, qualunque cosa accada hanno sempre una via di fuga, se ne infischiano se le fai troppo soffrire perché loro s'innamorano di un altro libro, di un'altra storia, e ti abbandonano. Le donne che leggono sono pericolose perché nutrono i loro sogni e non c'è nulla di più rivoluzionario di una donna che sogna di cambiare la propria vita, se lo fa, farà la rivoluzione, se non lo fa seminerà il terrore.(Daria Bignardi)
---- Da il libro Le donne che leggono sono pericolose di Elke Heidenreich, Stefan Bollmann --- Ma perché la lettura dovrebbe essere pericolosa? Perché porta a pensare e riflettere, quindi potenzialmente a scardinare alcuni dogmi che dovrebbero essere inviolabili. Se le donne leggono romanzi dove le eroine vivono una vita migliore e più dignitosa, potrebbe venir loro in mente di ribellarsi. E gli uomini di un tempo non amavano le donne pensanti o ribelli. Le donne dovevano sfornare figli, allevarli, cucinare e pulire. Non leggere. Non pensare. Leggere oggi da molte persone è considerata una noia, un obbligo, una costrizione; per leggere si deve faticare, bisogna far funzionare parecchi neuroni oltre che molti muscoli del corpo: bisogna pensare a che cosa si leggere e fare un grande sforzo, ovvero immaginare quello che non vediamo ma che ci viene descritto a parole. E' molto più semplice accendere la TV o per i più “moderni” il computer o lo smarphone e connettersi a Internet per far trascorrere il tempo; si fa meno fatica, non bisogna nemmeno prestare molta attenzione a quello che le immagini o i brevi testi ci trasmettono. Siamo costantentemente bombardati da fotografie, video, pubblicità e brevi messaggi che la nostra soglia di attenzione è diventata molto scarsa. Non finiamo di leggere una riga o di guardare una foto che ecco che la bacheca scorre e ce n'è già un altra, un nuovo aggiornamento. Le donne leggono più degli uomini. Leggere è faticoso. Comunque sia pazienza, leggere è meraviglioso.
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Women who read are dangerous ... Because they never get bored, whatever happens they always have an escape route, they don't care if you make them suffer too much because they fall in love with another book, another story, and they abandon you. Women who read are dangerous because they feed their dreams and there is nothing more revolutionary than a woman who dreams of changing her life, if she does it, she will make the revolution, if she doesn't she will sow terror (Daria Bignardi )
---- From the book Women reading are dangerous by Elke Heidenreich, Stefan Bollmann --- But why should reading be dangerous? Because it leads to thinking and reflecting, therefore potentially breaking up some dogmas that should be inviolable. If women read novels where heroines live a better and more dignified life, they might think of rebelling. And the men of the past did not like thinking or rebellious women. Women had to churn out children, raise them, cook and clean. Do not read. Do not think. Read many people today is considered a boredom, an obligation, a compulsion; to read you have to work hard, you have to work several neurons as well as many muscles of the body: you have to think about what you read and make a great effort, or imagine what we do not see but that is described in words. It's much easier to turn on the TV or for the more "modern" computer or smartphone and connect to the Internet to spend time; it's less tiring, we don't even have to pay much attention to what the images or short texts convey to us. We are constantly bombarded with photographs, videos, advertisements and short messages that our attention span has become very low. We don't finish reading a line or looking at a picture that here is the bulletin board running and there is already another one, a new update. Women read more than men. Reading is tiring. However patience, reading is wonderful.
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It was more of a whim than anything else really. Why not see a bit more of Scotland on the way back to Glencoe, we thought? Why not take that road towards the Cairngorms and discover whatever was out there? And so it was, as we stuffed our shopping into Brenda’s fridge, cupboards and drawers at the Aldi supermarket car park in Inverness, that we decided to head south towards Aviemore, before striking west across the national park on the way back to Fort William. And just before we set off, a waterfall gushed out of the Google map on my phone and said, “Look at me - I’m beautiful. Why not stop here?” An hour and a quarter away, just at the time we’d be thinking about lunch with a view. I’d never heard of the place nor seen an image of it before, but the pact was sealed. We headed out of the city, and I tried to pretend I hadn't noticed the signs for Thurso and Ullapool. I’d have loved to go further north, but there wasn’t enough time left before we needed to start to head for home again.
We began the detour on a fast road that soon told us Perth was one hundred and twelve miles away, reminding us just how far from home we’d come. Even in the first miles the scenery was imposing, but there was much more to follow, the views from the windscreen gradually building the drama, dark hulking shapes rising from the horizon in purples and blacks to bury themselves from the shoulders upwards in thick bands of raincloud. There in the distance lay the beasts of the Cairngorm Mountains, huge, brutal and foreboding in a nearby parallel universe that summer seemed to have all but abandoned forever. From time to time a squall would race towards us, pitching the trees that lined the road, blustering and buffeting at our sides before giving way to splashes of sunlight, hints of pastel blue peeping out from behind the menace. Then another charge of bruised clouds, translucent sheets of soft white shimmering rain beneath them, marching with intent across the sky in our direction. There’s a saying about four seasons in a day up here, but this was more like four seasons every fifteen minutes.
The journey continued, now heading west, away from the brooding uplands and across a much quieter road, green and pastoral, foaming rivers full of the heavy rains that had followed us wherever we went on our Scottish adventure over the past seven days. Alongside the road ran the Spey, reminding us we were in whisky country. We’d already passed one famous distillery, but I was driving after all, and the chances are we’d have had to stay the night if we’d stopped there (although I’ve got a bottle waiting to be opened at home now). In time we arrived at the car park by the waterfall, and while Ali prepared lunch, I made a brief scouting mission in the direction of the thundering noise somewhere along the path. It didn’t take long to find the source, a summer torrent of black and cream, coursing down through a low gorge down a single drop and curving away into the forest. Could I get to that rock? I’d need my wellies. I’d have another look after lunch.
When, in between the rains, I returned from an appointment with a bowl of lentil soup and three slices of toasted sourdough, the water had risen considerably and the rock was completely submerged. Even with wellies it looked a bit of a stretch. I’d need another plan then. A brief scramble upwards and now I was standing above the river, watching a scene so agonisingly breathtaking. Much of my admittedly limited travels in Scotland - mostly on hiking trips - have taken me through sadly sterile Sitka Spruce forests, planted between the wars to feed demand for cheap fast growing timber, devoid of birdsong, empty of pretty much everything except for darkness and eerie silence. But this was different, alive and bright. Here, set in this stunning natural pine forest were perfectly formed bright green native firs, growing out of the low slate grey canyon walls, hovering just above the urgent River Pattack. And not for the first time, the atrocious weather we’d faced on this adventure was now my friend, making saturated greens glow and the river boil in a white fury as it battered its way down through the forest.
I suppose it must be a measure of Scotland’s almost infinite wealth of natural landscapes that this one doesn’t seem to be on the togs’ circuit. An online search found only a relatively small number of images in comparison to the likes of Glencoe, Skye and Torridon. And really, it was just by chance that we were here at all - only the sudden compulsion to try another road and explore the surroundings. Of course when you just happen upon a place, it’s easy to miss what else might lie hidden that you may have discovered with proper planning, but I’m not sure that really mattered here. Once again, it was the journey rather than the end destination that felt like a triumph. Even without stopping at the distillery along the way.
....birds dipped their wings in the lucid flow of air
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Compulsion - Bonsai Trees
SKYE - Bamboo
HPMD - Bushes
One of the squirrels that reaps the benefits of our love of squirrels and our compulsion to provide nuts for them in our squirrel feeder.
So at what age does the compulsion to drive flocks of birds (seagulls especially) scattering into the air, finally disappear?
Or is it just a guy thing....
With my robe flapping and my lens flashing was able to raise these lesser goldfinches from their roost rather easily (scared my neighbors though)
"You have bound my heart with subtle chains
So much pleasure that it feels like pain
So entwined, now that we can't shake free
I am you and you are me
No escaping from the mess we're in
So much pleasure that it must be sin
I must live with this reality
I am yours eternally
There's no turning back
We're in this trap
No denying the facts, no, no, no
No excuses to give
I'm the one you're with
We've no alternative, no, no, no
Dark obsession in the name of love
This addiction that we're both part of
Leads us deeper into mystery
Keeps us craving endlessly
Strange compulsions that I can't control
Pure possession of my heart and soul
I must live with this reality
I am you and you are me
I am you and you are me
I am you and you are me
I am you and you are me
There's no turning back
We're in this trap
No denying the facts, no, no, no
No excuses to give
I'm the one you're with
We've no alternative, no, no, no"...
Depeche Mode / I Am You...
Mudhoney Calla Set, Located at Mudhoney Main Store.
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MudHoney Calla Stool - White
MudHoney Calla Table - Silver
MudHoney Calla Olive Branch
MudHoney Calla Rug
MH Calla Pillow3-Herringbone Blue
MH Calla Pillow3-Medallion Blue
MH Calla Pillow3-Medallion Beige
MH Calla Pillow3-Key Trim Beige
MH Calla Pillow3-Goyard Beige
MH Calla Pillow2-Goyard Blue
MH Calla Pillow2-Key Trim Blue
MH Calla Pillow2-Key Beige
MH Calla Pillow1-Key Blue
MH Calla Pillow1-Key Trim Beige
MudHoney Calla Fireplace - White
MudHoney Calla Pot Oinochoe
MudHoney Calla Pot Amphora
MudHoney Calla Pot Pelike
MudHoney Calla Sunburst Mirror
kisetsu, Hanami Bento gacha, At February Round of The Gacha Garden starting February 1st!
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kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Bento Box Red (unlinked) RARE
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Bento Box Black RARE
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Kusa Mochi
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Ichigo Daifuku
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Onigiri
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Temari Sushi
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Tamagoyaki
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Inari Sushi
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Karaage
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Hanami Dango
kisetsu - Hanami Bento Gacha - Sakura Mochi
unKindness, The Unveiling Violin, located at unkindness Main store.
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uK - The Unveiling Violin Wood Dark
The Little Branch, Redbud Tree located at Little Branch Main Store.
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LB_RedBudTree{Animated}4Seasons
Other Decor:
MudHoney Hudson Rug
Compulsion Ivy 1
Apple Fall Argentinian Malbec
Apple Fall Wine Glasses
Apple Fall Constance Frame - Gold
Apple Fall Constance Frame - Black
Apple Fall Ornamental Elephant - Bronze
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Candle / No Plate -/ Light ON-OFF
Ariskea{Australia} Olive twigs
Ariskea[Dairy] Dairy Sage Container
Ariskea[Vintan] VIntage Mannequin
Fancy Decor: Vertical Candles (black)
Onsu ~ "Lakeville" House ~ Blue ~ Small Texture Version
Some of the Kodak Retinas in my collection I had passed down to me, some were purchased for a few dollars when digital photography bloomed, and a couple I paid way too much for because of pure uncontrolled compulsion. You just can't have too many of these little mechanical wonders. Those of you with Retinas will understand.
I'm just sitting in the kitchen having my morning cup of coffee when I see this guy staring at me, completely immobile. He stays for at least a quarter of an hour. And suddenly I see this picture in my mind...peanuts, lots of peanuts, strewn all over the deck. I shake my head...was it a spell? He does look a bit bewitching. What is this compulsion I feel to go to the grocery store and buy peanuts?
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Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Cage / Gold
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Candle / No Plate -/ Light ON-OFF 1
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Candle / Linght ON-OFF / Black
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia's Diary
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Book 1
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Book 2
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Plant
Bauhaus Movement - Virginia Violin / Beige-Gold
{moss&mink} Hallway seat @ *illuminate*
Dahlia - Malta - Accent Table - Gold 1Li
BackBone Guardian of Knowledge
BackBone Shabby Chic - Vase of Roses
PRIVE' by DaD "Chesterfield Ottoman" c/m 1.0
MudHoney Miranda Drapes - Sheer
Vintage glam couple chair ADULT
:CP: Occitanie Book Decor
:CP: Occitanie Chandelier
:CP: Occitanie Frame
:CP: Occitanie Framed Painting
Compulsion Vase 3
Apple Fall Althea Rug - Antique Light
Apple Fall Cosmos Flowers - Candystripe
Apple Fall Times Newspaper
Apple Fall Designer Hat Box
*LODE* Decor - Gladiolus Vase [white]
*LODE* Decor - Bougainvillea Vase [red]
Tuesdays- Secret Boxes - Vintage
The Loft - Casolare Fireplace Ivory
{what next} Madeleine Hatbox (single)
{Indyra} Kitt Katt Dress on a hanger (1 prim, hang me <3)
+Half-Deer+ Boho Bed Canopy (Cream)
Augustus Gloop would have loved this. Remember him falling into the chocolate river and being escorted off the premises in ignominy by a team of Oompa Loompas? Well at least he would have loved it here if he were a real person rather than a fictional visitor to Willy Wonka’s magical emporium somewhere on the other side of Roald Dahl’s imagination. In fact so would a lot of people. I’d have been in there myself, filling my wellies with the stuff and taking it home for elevenses. There’d be no chance of getting a shot at all - at least not one that wasn’t filled with gourmands groaning over their excessive compulsions, lying on their backs with their feet waving in the air, distended bellies shifting uncomfortably. Probably a good job it’s not chocolate then - just a mixture of freezing water and sand, flowing across the beach at low tide in bumps and ridges that catch the eye and the imagination in bucketfuls. And instead of filling my boots with chocolate, I was crouching here in them, surrounded by the racing water, with plenty more of it falling from the heavens. But I like a challenge, and besides which, I was in good company today. And I’d fortified myself with a flaky steak pasty from my local Cornish Oven. They didn’t have chocolate flavour that day.
Instead of young Master Gloop, Charlie Bucket and co, I was here with Lloyd on his first togging adventure at Holywell Bay. And to add some further wisdom to the proceedings, we were joined by a certain Mr Pedlar. You know him don’t you? A man who embodies the purity of the Cornish spirit - although to my knowledge he hadn’t brought any Spingo along with him (you’ll have to look that up if you’re none the wiser - just hold onto your hats and your breeches if you give it a try). It was one of those days where you just have to embrace what the elements are throwing at you, grin cheerfully and put your shoulder to the wind. And wear waterproofs of course - lots of them. By now I was clad from head to foot in things to keep me dry, planting my tripod in the ever shifting riverbed on the sand. Even the flow of the water changes with every moment on afternoons like this here. Sometimes it’s flat and benign, spreading artfully across this wonderful canvas in gentle ripples, and then suddenly a series of ridges rise up like a serpent breaking the surface, moving along its course in one direction or the other and beguiling the senses.
I’d decided to have another try with the crop body and the recently acquired budget lens - a combination that had mysteriously broken down on its first ever outing when I was last here and an error code appeared on the screen and refused to go away. Since then it had somehow cured itself, and the screen gave me no further cause for complaint - I was keen to persist, as unlike the display on my full frame camera, this one flips out and does the hula, allowing me to see what it is I’m taking a picture of without kneeling down in five inches of icy water and craning my neck over to one side. Throw on your choice of filter, tap the screen where you want to focus, wait two seconds and then let nature take care of the rest. Oh yes, and the editing suite. And while that wide angle lens doesn’t quite deliver the sharpness of the one I mount on the other camera, it’s good enough. Good enough to allow me to see a pinnacle on the rocks that I’d never spotted before. I don’t visit this location quite as often as I might, but I’m here often enough, and always finding something new. Add to this the fact that the river seems to plot a different course across the sand at low tide with every visit, and it’s never dull.
Once I’d sifted through the images and lost the ones where the rain spots rendered them unusable, I was still left with enough material to deliver a record of the chocolate river. And with a suitable gap created by white clouds that separated Carter’s Rocks from the rest of the scene, it was just a case of picking the one with the most interesting textures in the foreground. One that featured the serpent.
I fancy some chocolate now. Nothing too ostentatious, just a few thousand gallons of it pouring past me so I can dip in a flagon now and again and do a bit of Glooping of my own. Without overdoing it of course. Wouldn’t want to come to a sticky end like Augustus did. Pun probably intended…………
One of my new favorite areas of the sim-- My dear friend (cuz) Peggetta has put in so much awesome work on this area and it just pops! Lovin the Hobbit house and surrounding gazebo area!
Credit:
Trees- HPMD, Botanical
Gazebo - DaD
Hobbit House- Fanatik
Roads - Compulsion Overdrive (Custom texture)
My Christmas gift for my son ...
Just a Reminder :
Each man should give what he has decided in his heart to give , not reluctantly or under compulsion , for God loves a cheerful giver.
Autumn colours are viewed through the obscuring glass of an oval door window.
The door design is obviously not of my own creation or manufacture; but the way the light and colour played with the varying details in the glass surface structure took great hold of me. There's a touch of sky, a touch of soil, and a compulsion of yellow foliage pulling one through the door.
It is somehow beautifully agoraphobic.
::Me::
Tableau Vivant \\ Elle hair - B+W
Emery Rataj Loose Tshirt Mink for Maitreya Body Lara
fri. - Abby Socks (Dust)
::Featured Decor::
[Con.] Light up Dome -
[Con.] Letters from my beloved
[Con.] The Nest - Candle
[Con.] Feature Pres Signage - nyc
Compulsion Plant 10
[ zerkalo ] Antique Memories - Dream Pillow
[ zerkalo ] Tatiana's Letters
[ zerkalo ] Antique Memories - Memory Box - RARE
[ zerkalo ] The Candle of Devotion
[ zerkalo ] The Bard's Folio
:CP: Autumn Home Sofa
:CP: Autumn Home Barrel Table
:CP: Autumn Home Collage
[ILAYA] shabby novels book pile 1
[ILAYA] novels book pile 1
[DDD] Twinkling Ivy - Patch
Calm. Song . Wall Decor . Light Wood
Calm. Victorian Candelabrum - Lights
Inner Compulsion. A sculpture by Peter Randall-Page.
The Kew Millenium Seed Bank, Wakehurst Place.
The Millenium Seed Bank is the largest wild seed conservation project in the world. Seeds from all of the UK's native species are stored here, making the UK the first country to preserve its botanical heritage. Its mission is to conserve 25% of the world's plant species by 2020. I think this is a laudable aim, but it seems that we are accepting that we will probably not be able to preserve plants from extinction in their own habitat.
Fifty years ago, I spent slightly less than a year selling cameras in Kitchener (not far from Toronto). It's Mennonite country. I would buy their produce in the summer, and watch their horses-and-buggies on the country roads and think it all so antiquated... and now, these city cars and buses look ancient to me!
It must have been one of my days off. I remember trudging through the slush and snow, snapping away at anything that caught my eye. This downtown street corner scene captures the feel of it, I think, looking at the faces.
At the time I was still finding my way in photography; still am, but at least my direction has been clear for a long time. In the 1970s I did a lot of street photography, slices of urban life. I made it out to Vancouver full time before the next winter. I was still two years away from "discovering" that there were trails in the mountains and that I loved backpacking into wilderness. I think and hope that I still carry the lessons of my pre-nature photography days. At the very least, I was discovering how I didn't want to live. Fortunately, the compulsion to record everything has remained a constant.
Photographed on King Street in Kitchener, Ontario (Canada); scanned from the original Tri-X negative. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1972 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
I feel like I have the winter blues. I haven't felt much like doing anything over the last month. Its cold outside, nothing to do. But I get to come here. A lot of new things in this photo for you. Hopefully it makes you feel at home like I feel.
Starting with: THOR Genoa Dining Gacha Set for Anthem
..::THOR::.. Ligurian Cutting Board ULTRARARE
..::THOR::.. Tomato Soup
..::THOR::.. Rosemary Gimlet Pitcher
..::THOR::.. Genoa Rustic Table
..::THOR::.. Genoa Industrial Chair
..::THOR::.. Genoa Place Setting
..::THOR::.. Genoa EVO Oil
..::THOR::.. Candle
..::THOR::.. Genoa Branches Centerpiece
..::THOR::.. Rosemary Gimlet Glass
..::THOR::.. Salt & Pepper
..::THOR::.. Frank's Cellar Wine
..::THOR::.. Irma's Secret Soup
..::THOR::.. Spoons
..::THOR::.. Genoa Studio Chair RARE
Other THOR Items in the photo;
..::THOR::.. Vintage Workbench RARE
..::THOR::.. Old Genoa Photo Holder
..::THOR::.. Wrench Series
..::THOR::.. Model Kit Box
What else makes this photo feel like home?
Tuesdays. Sofa Table - Antique
Tuesdays West Frame
Scarlet Creative Xander Skybox - Ground Version
DRD MS - Spell Supply - Divider Two
Ariskea[Zulu] Weave Bag
West Village Glass Jar Candle - Brown Glass
West Village Sculpted Turtle - Brass
Apple Fall Signature Speaker - Brown Leather
West Village Vintage Dice Decor
West Village Ginger Jar Lamp - Cream
Apple Fall Bronze Leaf Apple Branches
Apple Fall Ornamental Elephant - Ceramic
Apple Fall Ornamental Elephant - Bronze
Apple Fall Woodland Deer - Brass
Apple Fall Silver Antiqued Rabbit
Apple Fall Snowdrops in Cloche
Apple Fall Books - Arrangement 8
Apple Fall Althea Rug - Antique Dark
West Village Charleston Curtains - Cream
West Village Maynard Paneling, Straight - Black
West Village Stacked Art
dust bunny . woodland dreams . hedgehog planter
dust bunny . wanderlust . flower skull
dust bunny . wanderlust . bouquet teacup
dust bunny . wanderlust . upcycled typewriter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . panda planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . rainbow planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . piggy planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . giraffe planter
dust bunny . quirky planters 3 . sloth planter
dust bunny . conch shell planter . gallant group gift
Nutmeg. Books & Keys v1
Nutmeg. Disarray Wicker Basket Light v1
Nutmeg. Disarray Newspapers & Hat
Compulsion Plant 2
Compulsion Plant 3
perhaps it's the kindergarten teacher in me, but i often feel the compulsion to carry stickers in my pocket so i can give them out to people on the street who carry bright colored umbrellas or wear bright yellow jackets with red mittens.
The seeds of the much vilified ragwort, a by-catch, interrupted in dispersal, now hijacked, suspended and displayed.
they are not any use here to the spider or for the ragwort plant's succession ...but they somehow trigger my compulsion to find interest in the mundane with the camera.
...Interest to me anyway
Strawberry Switchblade - Another Day
Agelaius phoeniceus male,
Cayucos Creek,
Cayucos, California
I don't remember hearing this bird singing at this precise moment, but it had been singing constantly just before starting to splash. I tend to think that male songbird's singing in spring is a sort of compulsion, unavoidable, gotta-do-it. So, there could have been some (pardon the pun) spill-over of the singing into the bathing.
I stand alone in solitude with my moral purpose in the light.
Detail from the Disconnected and Uncertain Poem
This digital artwork, "I stand alone in solitude, with my moral purpose", explores and expresses personal values and beliefs and aims to connect with viewers on a deeper level. The artwork reflects a commitment to individuality and self-expression and an unwavering belief in the importance of having a moral purpose. Though created independently, it hopes to resonate with others with a compulsion for authenticity and integrity.
NFT
opensea.io/assets/ethereum/0x495f947276749ce646f68ac8c248...
What, Who, and How links
Blog
www.jjfbbennett.com/2023/01/i-stand-alone-in-solitude-wit...
Artist Statement
It is about being creative and innovative with knowledge