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Struggles with my new tripod.... haha getting there. I had my last one for nearly 10 years. I still have my old one but a pin fell out of it when I dropped it on the breakwater at Ogden Point so I'll have to get a replacement part or two.
While at the India Habitat Centre in Delhi spotted this exhibit on West Bengal - pictured here a compilation of some of the masks.
“As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
― Pablo Neruda
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=WtfHk2hSlqA
WICKED GAME by CHRIS ISAAK
FIREWORKS IN MY MIND
I feel that I could lose myself
within the warm fold of your arms
the intensity you feel for me
ignites fireworks in my mind
within the recess of my heart
where past love left a void
there's a burning river running through
lighting fireworks in my mind
it's scorching everything I touch
and coursing through my veins
I close my eyes and try to breathe
but still see fireworks in my mind
I feel myself falling deep
in the garden of my dreams
this burning love; intense white heat
creates fireworks in my mind
I walk along my empty beach
and try to stem the flow
I don't want to feel this way
with fireworks in my mind
it feels too much; explosive love
it consumes me with it's madness
somehow you got beneath my skin
caused fireworks in my mind
I'm weakening now as you grow close
but I'm less when you're not here
the coldness that ached and broke my bones
is gone with fireworks in my mind
I need to choose; to do things right
but it's harder when you're here
you took my heart and made it yours
lit fireworks in my mind
If I could choose and have it all
I'd tell you not to go
don't make me choose between the moon and you
with fireworks in my mind
- AP - Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
My artwork is a compilation of 3 of my photographs
Compilation of images from Ranthambore Tiger Preserve in Rajasthan India. While the tiger marking its territory is cool I wanted to draw particular attention to the deer – if you can zoom in check out the eyes and you’ll notice 2 moths – 1 under each eye. It’s not a great picture but bizarre to see moths feeding on what I can guess are the tears of the deer! Insects are renowned for their strange tastes in food, but rare are those that feast on tears. When researchers announced back in the 1990’s that certain moths drank tears, their news was greeted with skepticism. Some entomologists thought it a freak behavior, but subsequent research has revealed tear drinking to be a specialized and sophisticated strategy. Moths that drink tears are fussy in their tastes, restricting their attentions to certain species of animal. The usual victims are either hoofed mammals, like the deer pictured here.
So many beautiful close ups today, I mean really close up! They are to be admired and I didn't think I could compete there. So I went for something colourful. This is an empty cosmetic bag or whatever it is supposed to be and I always liked the colours and I liked the way the tassel feels. I had it lying on another bag with an equally nice tassel but decided not to overdo it and use the blue bag as background.
Da sieht man wie sehr sich Fachkenntnisse und langjährige Erfahrung bemerkbar machen. Dieser Gärtner versteht sein Handwerk.
The work of an experienced gardener.
Was als Einzelobjekt unscheinbar anmutet, gewinnt in der Zusammenstellung erkennbar an Bedeutung.
Clean your glasses. It's not a fake :-)
to awaken in a cheap room
in a strange city and
pull up the shade- -
this was the craziest kind of
contentment
and walk across the floor
to an old dresser with a
cracked mirror- -
see myself, ugly
grinning at it all.
what matters most is
how well you
walk through the
fire.
Charles Bukowski
Eine sehr weiche Farbgebung bei klarem, aber verhaltenen Licht. Manches lässt sich verwirklichen ohne stets ISO100 zu erzwingen.
A gentle gradient. Every princess would be happy :-)
Flight pattern of a Green Heron. (A compilation of 5 different shots.). The light wasn't the best but it I was still happy to get him!
This is a Painting/Digital Compilation. I painted the face with acrylic paint, took a picture of the painting and then digitally added a sky texture to it. I have been spending more time painting than taking pictures, but photography is my first love.
Created for me by Phil Barraclough from a number of my photo images for a Photo Competition. All taken with Panasonic Lumix DMC cameras
Lucky to encounter this talented jet ski rider this morning. Usually taking bird images,therefore something different for my photostream. Lots of winter fun on the water. The light was catching the jet ski generated waves.
Compilação de algumas coisas que temos feito, isto foi criado para algumas publicações que estão por vir, mais pra frente a gente mostra por aqui.
Compiltion of some stuff that we were doing, it was made for some publications, pretty soon we show here what it turns into.
stay tuned yo.
Tranquil summer vista on Artists Point, an iconic highlight in Grand Marais..north shore of Lake Superior, Minnesota.
Compilation from different stages of the eclipse.
I had to change multiple times of location due to upcoming fog around Zoetermeer.
Now wait for the apocalypse or 2033 for the next time!
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
- Rabindranath Tagore
But let there be spaces in your togetherness and let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
- Khalil Gibran
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=EkHTsc9PU2A
I'M YOURS by JASON MRAZ
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=qKRFQ-QmHsQ
Connie Francis - Quizas, Quizas, Quizas
CREATE THE FUTURE YOU WANT TO FACE
June days are sunny days full of endless possibilities
roses bloom and their perfume pervades the sun warmed air
my step is light my thoughts are free
and both can wander by the sea
in boundless joy I skip and dance along the sands to new romance
collecting sea glass green and blue and pretty shells in every hue
pebbles tumble as the ebb and flow
of summer tides reaches my toes
and cries of seagulls overhead lumber through the skies well fed
on chips and ice-cream discarded by the kids of tourists passing by
the golden hour comes at last and I revel in the breezy blast
of cooler air and silence reached when only I am on my beach
the best part of the day for me when I am where I want to be
walking dawdling in idle fashion along the shore that is my passion
meditating deep in thought worry free my dreams are caught
between the ocean and the sky
sweet taste of freedom hopes are high
no need to dwell on past mistakes begin again release the brakes
the universe sends angel signs white feathers found along the lines
among the stones and grains of sand
yin and yang drawn by some hand
another hopeful hearted soul left a message where I stroll
perhaps the message was meant for me
or someone else who is fancy free
whatever else it warms my heart to see that angels will impart
the gift of love and precious signs that fill my soul and so entwine
my destiny and fate in one and make me feel I've just begun
the great adventure of my life
where once was empty now is free from strife
and filled with promises of dreams
still yet to come; soft flowing streams
and fill my senses with songs to strum beating time my fingers drum
and pluck my guitar newly strung
to play the songs that must be sung
and songs my heart has memorised
since time began and I surprised
my soul that nestled softly dormant waiting for an end to torment
awakens with simplicity forgets it once knew duplicity
and rises up to join my heart to sing and dance a brand new start
rises with the silvered moon the dancing can't begin too soon
tomorrow was always meant to be a gift to match eternity
an endless joyful day and night to uplift my spirits never fight
or dampen down the joy I send
to a stranger who may become my friend
and return the gift of love tenfold
to a heart and soul that had foretold
the future like a crystal ball reflected in the eyes of all
that gaze upon a love so pure and appreciate the sweet allure
of unconditional love and more
when love comes knocking on my door
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
'copyright image please do not reproduce without permission'
My artwork is a compilation of 2 of my photographs