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created for: Kreative People challenge 84
Original photo by: Skagitrenee
texture by Carlos Arana
texture by JoesSistah...
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New pose 'Checkmate' available in the Quirky Vendor Del May Mainstore
Skin: Nuuna's Skins - Nuuna's Halloween 2010 skin
Hair: MrS - HAZARDOUS - unsafe black wig
Eyes: LPD - Elfin Eyes Darkmatter
Ears: *Luckless* Impish Set
Pasties: MrS - from 'Black latex burlesque suit'
Pants: [CheerNo FEMME] Samy Pants (Cod Gray)
A conceptual still life inspired by the tension and silence that follows a decisive move.
Shot with controlled studio lighting, using smoke and a diffused flash to create a cinematic, moody atmosphere.
The idea was to capture the symbolic contrast between victory and defeat - the calm after conflict.
The groynes at Lepe are looking very much like chess pieces to my eyes ! Good to see the sun again but it's only brief. Today I'm looking after Astrida who's getting over flu. (thankfully not Covid)
Claytons Tower; long thought to be a chimney, was recently renovated and found to contain no traces of soot at all. I doubt William Clayton would have approved of a telegraph pole erected in front of his folly, but in fact the tower was built to face the west - this is a side view
Boo Boo
ordered to leave
and go elsewhere
not happy about it either
WSP
ManHatTan
Photography’s new conscience
Wearing:
TwoSided Crop Tank Bunny
at Mainstore:
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TwoSided Latex Leggings Sky
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Last day today at Man Cave:
Seria demasiado fácil colocar un espejo y sacar una foto a unas piezas de ajedrez, por eso lo hemos complicado un poco. En primer lugar es una rotación de 180º , lo que conlleva volver a colocar todas las piezas en orden invertido y en la misma posición para que la ilusión sea creíble. y para rizar el rizo las piezas de "abajo" son negras. No hace falta decir la cantidad de repeticiones que necesitamos para hacer esta foto, unas 13. La única edición que tiene es pasarla a blanco y negro, creemos que así queda mas chula. Como siempre en una sola toma.
Haida Filter ~ Test 1.
12 stops of ND Haida filter at Tessellated pavement. No discernible colour caste at all. Extremely impressed.
Nikon D810, Nikkor 14-24mm @ 14mm, 70s, f/11, ISO 64, Haida NanPro 3.0 ND plus Haida NanPro 0.6 ND
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It had taken the crew somewhat longer to finish cleaning up. The scrimmage had caused more
damage than usual. It would take a few more hours to remove the stains off the carpet. She would write the damage report to Veronica after the cigarette.
The crisp air felt refreshing against her face. She tossed her toothpick carelessly on the ground. There were more where those came from. Right now, she needed the reassurance of that focused inhale and exhale.
Something weighed heavy on her mind. She felt slightly guilty for slapping Sonya. She was a good kid but how could she be so careless? So irresponsible… We pay for our recklessness. We pay for not understanding the rules of the game.
Her time in French army taught her that lesson very well. Those in power will use it,
regardless of its nature. It could be someone of a higher rank, it could be someone stronger than you. Even the disposable ones, who shared her fears, misery and despair in red painted sands of a foreign land… even they weren’t an exception to the rule. She thought they were brothers… brothers in arms and brothers in death…
So naive.
Her cold metal tags pressing into her chest, a rough hand over her mouth, a pungent smell of stale sweat, a deep sense of shame…
So naive of her…
She solemnly puffed the smoke into a night sky. You could barely see the stars. There the sky was pitch black and stars were glowing with detached indignation at what was happening behind the shattered barracks, in the red stained sand.
What do you do? Resent? It’s of no use…
She was not the same person as then…
Her bunk mate had introduced her to chess. Much like life, every figure had their role. Predicting one’s move became easier once she understood the rules of the game. In reality, humans were very simple… predictable… stereotypical…
He’s dead now. His bones covered in the relentless never-ending sand. Just sand, all around them. Sand and the gleaming sun…
She put out whatever was left of her cigarette with her boot. Another toothpick returned to its
rightful place. The dry taste of wood would take her back there every time. It was a reminder… of fleetingness of human life. And unfaltering beauty of human soul.
She would have to speak with Sonya soon. Buy her a drink. Teach her how to play chess.
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-...sigh...
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-...Ugh...!
-I wonder which one is the salt...
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-The black ones are probably pepper.
-What's taking so long?
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- That's enough! Let's get out of here. The service in this restaurant is terrible.
-Yes, you're right!
-Mate! The check please!
-Yes, The check, mate!
note:
This was not at all a restaurant but someone's apartment...