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Simple Flowers.
Volumes teintes classique reflux prières silencieuses belles douces feuilles bonheur tons bleus confiés respiration jaunes tiges conflictuelles,
slumrande nyanser melodiösa ögonblick roman sinnen uppfostrade ögon samlade gröna håglösa lila mörka klostret röda hänförande slumrar,
tormentas musicales lujosa dulzura miradas pesadas placeres sonrientes expresiones de escucha pausada sorpresas introspectivas variaciones profundas,
agitação artística sensibilidades poderosas símbolos artes formas imensas visões intercambiáveis naturezas intensas energias emoções subjetivas,
complexiones contradictiones examinantes efficiunt significantes interpretationes quintessentiae spectaculares profunditates micantes delectationes anonymi creationes,
親密な認識を理解するサルドニック文学は主題を高めます巨大な花瓶は蜂の鳴き声を鳴らします鳥ジャングルの森大空の愛.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Procesiona el Jueves Santo en Salamanca, es impresionante ver a mas de 100 chicas, muchas de complexión pequeña, soportando un peso tremendo durante el largo recorrido.
PARA MI AMIGA SONIA .. . que es una de las chicas que lleva el paso.
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Los galgos o lebreles, pertenecen a una raza canina que se caracteriza por ser muy ágil, ya que puede alcanzar hasta los 70 km/h. Su complexión delgada, sus piernas tan alargadas y su amplio campo visual, los convierte en los perros ideales para competir en carreras de velocidad. Aunque hay muchos tipos de galgos, todos comparten esas similitudes.
El origen de esta raza canina se remonta a la época faraónica de los egipcios. En el arte egipcio hemos ido descubriendo que estos perros aparecen en grabados, esculturas y pinturas. Hace miles de años a estos animales ya se les usaba por su velocidad.
Hoy en día, la raza del galgo se extiende alrededor de todo el mundo, si bien hay una gran parte que habita en el sudoeste de Asia. Los lebreles no son solo animales para competencia de velocidad o para cazar; también son grandes mascotas. Es un perfecto animal de compañía para vivir en casa, pues es bastante tranquilo y tímido.
Portrait of a gorgeous young woman posing in the street, bridge Alexander III.
Suprbe shooting du week end dernier avec Clara LS et Cédric Brunck un grand merci à eux deux.
Photographe : Jean-marc Payet Jmlpyt Photography
Modèle : Clara LS site web www.claramodele.fr/
Busardo ratonero
(Buteo buteo)
Probablemente, la clave del éxito de una de las rapaces más abundantes de Europa sea la absoluta falta de especialización en cualquiera de las facetas de su biología. En efecto, el busardo ratonero es un ave acomodaticia, que puede reproducirse satisfactoriamente en infinidad de hábitats y de climas, que preda sobre un espectro amplísimo de la fauna local y que manifiesta una notable tolerancia hacia el hombre y las modificaciones que este impone en el medio.
Descripción
Clasificación:
Orden Accipitriformes;
Familia Accipitridae
Longitud
46-58 cm
Envergadura
110-132 cm
Identificación
Es una rapaz de mediano tamaño, complexión robusta y coloración muy variable, que posee un aspecto bastante rechoncho cuando se la observa posada. En vuelo exhibe unas alas relativamente cortas y muy anchas y una cola no demasiado larga, que frecuentemente despliega en abanico, gracias a lo cual el ave puede practicar durante largo rato un vuelo sostenido que alterna con cernidos ocasionales. Su plumaje presenta numerosas variaciones individuales, por lo que se pueden observar desde individuos muy claros hasta ejemplares bastante oscuros. No obstante, la coloración más típica del adulto es de un tono marronáceo bastante homogéneo en las regiones dorsales y ligeramente más clara en las ventrales, donde aparece una franja pectoral blanquecina de desigual extensión. En vuelo se hacen patentes unas amplias manchas relativamente claras —muy barradas— coincidentes con las rémiges primarias y secundarias en su cara ventral. Las alas muestran el borde posterior recorrido por una banda oscura, al igual que la cola, que puede aparecer variablemente barrada. El joven presenta las partes inferiores de desiguales tonos marrones y las coberteras dorsales con bordes pálidos; además, su cola está finamente barrada, pero carece de la ancha banda terminal propia de los adultos. Visto ventralmente, no se aprecia con nitidez el reborde posterior oscuro de las alas, y tanto estas como el cuerpo dan la sensación de estar más estriados que barrados. Finalmente, a diferencia de los adultos, que poseen el iris de color oscuro, el del joven es bastante claro.
Yesterday, I showed a re-edited snapshot of Danica back in August 2011. Today, it is Jonathan's turn. But this one didn't require much re-editing. I think I cropped it a little bit and brightened the eyes.
. As if by magic turning mud into flowers
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"Le lotus, ami des eaux dormantes, plonge ses racines dans la fange. Le bel élan de ses tiges porteuses de larges feuilles évidées comme des coupes, la carnation lumineuse de ses fleurs ne laissent rien soupçonner de cette origine innommable. Ainsi incarne-t-il aux yeux des Chinois la pureté triomphante, qui transmue comme par enchantement la boue en fleurs"
(François Cheng, poète français né en Chine en 1929)
‘The lotus, a friend of still waters, plunges its roots into the mire. The beautiful slenderness of its stems, which bear broad leaves hollowed out like cups, and the luminous complexion of its flowers give no hint of this unspeakable origin. To the Chinese, it is the embodiment of triumphant purity, transforming mud into flowers as if by magic’.
This portrait captures a stunning young woman with fair skin and blonde hair, her smile radiating warmth and charm. She is elegantly dressed in a dark blue dress adorned with an intricate floral pattern, which beautifully complements her complexion. The sunlight cascades down, illuminating her straightened hair and adding a natural glow to her appearance. She stands gracefully on a finely crafted porch, leaning against a pillar with her hands gently overlapping on the railing, exuding an air of poise and sophistication. The overall composition of the photograph highlights her beauty and the serene ambiance of the setting.
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There's nothing like a good blast of hail to bring a rosy glow to your complexion.
“There is no beautifier of complexion, or form, or behavior, like the wish to scatter joy and not pain around us.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson
Today I had the pleasure to meet a flickr friend-what a joy it was....the lovely Karen also known as Vintage Findings
Philip Mould:
Known as La Belle Jennings, the sitter was one of the most celebrated beauties at the court of Charles II. Gramont compares her with Aurora, or the goddess of spring and says of her: Miss Jennings ... had a complexion more dazzlingly fair than had ever yet been seen. Her tresses were a perfect blond.'
Frances was one of nine children (four sons and five daughters) of Richard Jennings of Holywell House, near St.Albans by his second wife Frances, daughter of Sir Giffard Thornhurst, Bart, of Agnes Court, Kent. Her younger sister Sarah was later to marry John Churchill and became the famous Duchess of Marlborough.
At the age of about 15, Frances became a Maid of Honour to the Duchess of York and her appearance at court caused a sensation. The French Ambassador Courtin described her thus: She is small but has a fine figure, a splendid complexion, hair like Madame de Longueville''s (you will remember), quick brilliant eyes and the finest and whitest skin I have ever seen.
Frances and her fellow Maids of Honour gained a reputation of some notoriety for their behaviour at Court. Samuel Pepys records the incident of Miss Jennings and Miss Price disguising themselves as orange girls:
What mad freaks the Mayds of Honour at Court have that Mrs.Jenings, one of the Duchesse's mayds, the other day dressed herself like an orange wench and went up and down and cried oranges; till falling down, or by such accident, though in the evening, her fine shoes were discerned and she put to a great deale of shame.
Her admirers included James, Duke of York, Marquis de Berni, Henry Jermyn and Richard Talbot but all of them were rejected. She was almost alone among her competitors in maintaining a reputation of chastity. In the spring of 1666 she married George Hamilton, an officer and a Roman Catholic. The King showed his approval by bestowing on Hamilton a pension of £500 a year and their first child, a daughter Elizabeth, was born a year later.
As a result of increased religious tension following the Great Fire, Catholics were forced to retire from the English army. As a consequence, Hamilton and 200 other Catholics in the Lifeguards transferred their services to France but not before he was knighted by the King in 1667. The Hamiltons quickly established themselves at the French Court. Hamilton raised a regiment of 1,500 Irish recruits and successfully took part in the victories at Sintzheim and Entzheim but was later killed at the Battle of Savarne in 1676. Frances was widowed with three children and Madame de Sevigne wrote that she was inconsolable and ruined beyond all hope. 4 The diarist John Evelyn met her in the same year at the house of the Countess of Berkeley, whose husband was Ambassador Extraordinary at Paris:
There was in my Lady Ambassadress's company Lady Hamilton, a sprightly young lady, much in the good graces of the family, wife of that valiant and worthy gentleman, George Hamilton, not long after slain in the wars. She had been a Maid of Honour to the Duchess, and now turned papist.
She petitioned the English court and secured for herself an annuity and the title of the Countess of Bantry. In 1679 she married in Paris, Colonel Richard Talbot, one of her early suitors at the Court of Charles II, but continued her court duties, attending the Queen at the Coronation in Westminster Abbey on 23 April 1685 and in the earlier lists of Queen Mary's household she appears as a Lady of the Bedchamber. Three months after the accession of James II, her husband was elevated as the Earl of Tyrconnel and given command of the army in Ireland.
His activities in Ireland aroused considerable controversy and as Commander of the Army in Ireland he disarmed the Protestants and filled the ranks with Catholics. He succeeded Clarendon as Viceroy in January 1687 and the following year he sent three thousand Irish troops to England. He fought courageously when his cause was shattered at the Battle of the Boyne. Tyrconnel decided to continue the struggle and returned to Ireland in 1691 but he died suddenly of apoplexy in Limerick after the defeat of Aughrim.
Frances was with the exiled court of James and Mary at St.Germain, when her husband died. She spent the following years in France, England and Holland before finally settling in Dublin where she lived in a house in Paradise Row, Arbor Hill, near Phoenix Park. She founded a nunnery in King Street for the Order of Poor Clares. She died as a result of falling out of bed and was buried in a vault in St.Patrick's Cathedral.
By Tyrconnel she had two daughters, of whom lady Charlotte was married to the Prince of Vintimiglia. Three of her daughters by Hamilton, Elizabeth, Frances and Mary married respectively Viscounts Ross, Dillon and Kingsland and were well known in Ireland as the Three Viscountesses.
Magnetic eyes, striking features, and sophisticated beauty: Rebecca by Le Voltage gives the face a bold and incredibly realistic charm. The luminous complexion and delicate details enhance every expression, making this skin perfect for elegant, sensual, or contemporary looks.
Available in Velour and Not Found skin tones, Rebecca is shown here on the LeLutka Avalon head and is compatible with all LeLutka EvoX heads. ✨
Normal / Browless option. Shape included.
Le Voltage inworld mainstore: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Timida/111/82/502
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William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st.
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So ling lives this, and this gives life to thee.
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Prompt - Ultra-photorealistic 16:9 cinematic fantasy photograph beneath an enormous glowing crimson blood moon. MANDATORY CHARLY2 IDENTITY LOCK — highest priority over all artistic elements. Preserve Charly2's exact facial geometry from the approved avatar guide: soft oval-to-heart-shaped face, refined tapered jawline, petite rounded chin, high softly rounded cheekbones, small elegant straight nose, large almond-shaped bright blue eyes, thick softly arched dark brows, full sculpted lips, luminous porcelain-to-light-tan complexion, long dark brunette hair with abundant volume and soft flowing waves. If any conflict exists between identity, pose, costume or scenery, Charly2's identity takes absolute priority. She performs an elegant expressive dance with one arm raised above her head and the other extended gracefully. She wears an opulent deep crimson and antique-gold embroidered fantasy dancer costume with flowing translucent veils, ornate jeweled chains, bracelets, earrings and delicate forehead ornament. Long silk fabrics billow dramatically in the wind. Rose petals drift through the air. Dark crimson roses frame the scene. Dramatic moonlight mixed with warm cinematic rim lighting, subtle mist, realistic skin texture, natural anatomy, razor-sharp focus, HDR, volumetric atmosphere, Netflix-quality, IMAX photography, ultra-detailed, no illustration, no painterly effect, no CGI, no text, no watermark.
Pic and Prompt by Adrian
Airavatesvara Temple is named after Lord Indra’s elephant, Airavat, who, when cursed by Sage Durvasa, lost his white colour. Airavat then prayed to Lord Shiva to get back his complexion. Lord Shiva heard his prayer and asked him to take a dip into the temple water tank, which turned Airavat back into white and freed him from the curse.
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[ THE PORCELAIN MAID: Marina]
Marina is a high-fidelity exploration of the "Digital Goddess" aesthetic, specifically sculpted for the Avalon head and Reborn frame. Built on a pristine "Frost" complexion, she balances delicate, hyper-stylized facial features with a sharp, high-gloss finish.
VIBE: Modern Dollcore / Gothic Lolita
HIGHLIGHT: Features custom TITANFORMA moles and a heart-shaped nose highlight.
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Prompt - 16:9 64K ultra-photorealistic cinematic photograph of a hidden Mediterranean café alley in warm late-afternoon sunlight. Weathered terracotta stone walls, faded blue wooden shutters, arched doorway, amber lanterns and abundant bougainvillea cascading overhead in magenta, coral and deep violet. Small marble café tables, wrought-iron chairs, fluttering white linen, tiny flower vases, ceramic coffee cups and a wooden pastry case filled with golden pastries. A chalkboard displays elegant handwritten Italian daily specials.
Foreground: CHARLY4, matching the uploaded reference identity exactly—preserve her facial geometry, hazel-green eyes, complexion, freckles, full natural lips and extremely long voluminous wavy dark chestnut-brown hair. She sits naturally at a café table wearing an elegant flowing white sundress, one hand resting beside a steaming ceramic coffee cup, gazing thoughtfully toward the distant sea. A black-and-white English shorthair cat rests peacefully at her feet.
The alley opens toward a spectacular Mediterranean coastline with crystal-clear turquoise water, white sailing boats and hazy mountains beneath a brilliant blue sky. Golden sunlight filters through bougainvillea, producing physically accurate dappled shadows across cobblestones, translucent petals and fabric. Authentic stone texture, individual hair strands, natural skin pores, realistic flower detail, linen weave, ceramic reflections and atmospheric perspective. Phase One XF IQ4 150MP, Schneider Kreuznach 80mm LS, f/5.6, ISO 100, 1/250 sec, natural HDR exposure blending, true optical depth, crisp micro-contrast, cinematic color science, IMAX/Netflix live-action still, National Geographic photographic realism. 8-head adult anatomical proportions. Absolutely no illustration, painting, CGI, 3D-render or artificial plastic appearance.
Pic and Prompt by Adrian
For this feature, we are delivering a masterclass in hyper-realistic energy.
The visual anchor is the debut of the S-RANK Raiq collection in Tone 04, which we built on the LeLutka Yves head using the Raiq V3 face deformers and a complex HD complexion stack. From the furrowed brow to the facial hair shading, every detail is engineered for maximum impact.
I once wandered into an art show held near a place known as Arwen’s Garden. The gallery boasted a brilliant array of paintings, each one a window into a dream. As I drifted from one piece to another, I began to hear a whispered invitation—a faint voice calling from one painting in particular. The image depicted a garden of exquisitely rendered flowers, alive with color and grace, and as I reached out to touch the canvas, a vision of a woman appeared in my mind, just like a memory. And I knew her name: Arwen.
Before I could come to my senses, a kindly man selling the painting offered to make it mine. When I inquired about the artist, he smiled mysteriously and said, “You will never meet her. She lives hidden with her father in the depths of Arwen’s Garden—a garden said to be planted solely to protect her.” He went on to warn of two sinister perils lurking within: “First, the Flowers of Despair, whose spores can drain your spirit and leave you overcome by sorrow. And second, the legend of Butterfly Tears—if they touch you, an illusion will ensnare your life with no known cure.” With those foreboding words lingering in my mind, I purchased the painting and retired to a nearby inn.
That very night, as I found myself lost in the painting’s details, a gentle breeze whispered through the room. Suddenly, I felt a warm, tender embrace—a sensation that left me unafraid. In my mind’s eye a vision of a beautiful woman emerged, her voice echoing with a simple but profound declaration, “I love you.” In that fleeting moment, I felt as if I were standing beside her in the very act of the paintings creation, each brushstroke a caress upon my soul. Reaching out, my hand passed through a warm mist. She smiled and urged, “I feel you, my love. Now, find me.”
Her touch lingered like the softest of breezes as the vision faded—but the fire she ignited within me burned ever brighter. Determined, I traveled the following day to Arwen’s Garden. I entered through a vine-draped archway along a stone wall, only to find a narrow path leading to an enchanting field of flowers. But the moment I brushed against the first blossom, a cloud of dusty mist burst forth. Despite shielding my face with a cloth, the fine particles stung my eyes until darkness fell over my vision.
Panic and despair gripped me as I feared I might lose the only glimpse of her—the mysterious muse who had captured my heart. Collapsing to the ground, sadness nearly overwhelmed my spirit when suddenly a tender voice emerged in my mind: “Rise, my love, for I will free you from this despair—but you must hurry, for time is precious.” Fueled by that newfound hope, I scrambled to my feet, following the voice which grew ever more distinct until I sensed an unseen hand gripping my arm. A gentle figure emerged, saying, “Let me take you to a fountain; there, you will regain your sight.”
At the fountain, the cool water revived my eyes. Before me stood an unusual woman with jet-black hair streaked with yellow highlights and a shimmering green-blue skin tone, encircled by delicate butterflies. “My name is Spice,” she announced warmly. “And from this moment, you belong to me.” As she introduced her sister Julia, a butterfly fluttered close and transformed into another woman—radiant with golden hair edged by dark highlights and a complexion tinged with pinkish blue. With wings that defied gravity, Spice suddenly ascended, and then came down, pinning me to the earth with a firm grip. I could only watch, terror mingling with my desire, as her intent gaze compelled me to cry, “Stop!” Even as I protested that my heart belonged to another, her resolve was immovable. A single tear from her eye touched my face, and an enchanting melody began to be audible in my mind.
When the vision cleared, the woman I believed I was searching for—Arwen—now held me captive. In a moment of fierce vulnerability, I declared, “I found you!” We shared a passionate kiss, but in that instant, Arwen abruptly pulled away. Confused, I cried out, “What is wrong, my love?” Her answer came softly, “I am not Arwen. I have seen into your heart—I was mistaken. Your true destiny belongs with her.” Turning in the direction she indicated, I caught sight of Arwen in the distance. Then Spice, with a sigh of resignation, whispered, “I release you. I never could've held you for long; your love is too strong, destined for Arwen, my Queen. Please forgive me.”
Reeling from the revelation, I quickly turned to the real Arwen—the one crowned by the gentleness of butterflies, with flowing dark hair and hints of pink. With an assuring smile, she beckoned me, “You have overcome the trials of true love. Come, be with me forever.” Taking her outstretched hand, our lives changed in an instant. Now, together we soar under the endless expanse of the sky, savoring the nectar of our love and the warmth of the sunshine.
Lost
Mignonne, allons voir si la rose
Qui ce matin avait éclose
Sa robe de pourpre au Soleil,
A point perdu cette vesprée
Les plis de sa robe pourprée,
Et son teint au vôtre pareil.
P. de Ronsard
Sweetheart, let’s see if the rose
That this morning had open
Her crimson dress to the Sun,
This evening hasn’t lost
The folds of her crimson dress,
And her complexion similar to yours.
P. de Ronsard
Merci pour vos favoris.
Many thanks for your faves.
“Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky, her lips full and sensual. A golden-brown tax enhanced her immaculate complexion. She wore a white halter-neck top, which stretched tightly over perfectly formed breasts. Flowing blonde hair cascaded around her bare shoulders. She was, thought Paris, very nearly the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. Such a pity that, from the waist down, she was a horse.”
― Andy Redsmith, Breaking the Lore
Don’t think that I’ll wear this as white just doesn’t go with my complexion!
Part of an exhibition of paper fashion clothes at the Palace Hotel in Sliema, Malta, which we stayed at last year.
From here one has panoramic views of the Sorrentine Peninsula and Mount Vesuvius
This photo was taken using a non-digital Zeiss camera.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
~William Shakespeare
wit:
Urban Decay Complexion Potion: pore refiner
dynair airbrush foundation: alabaster
wit&wild megaglow blush: spotlight peach
Lise Watier portfolio highlights
NYX lipliner to chisel in details: toast
Urban decay Alice in Wonderland Shadowbox: Madhatter,Queen, Curiouser, White Rabbit, Underland
Urban Decay liquid eyeliner: ecstasy
benefit browszings brow shaping kit: light
Lash Stilletto: brownish black
Sally Hansen Lip inflation: sheer pink
walmart Halloween lashes, blue party wig from school and carnival
Revlon Colorstay Lipstick: sheer nude
A real tomboy this one.She loves playing parts and leading actors.The poor kid is so sick of her hair,it is so short.Too short actually.When her mommy would let her she would have it rerooted.
Tootles is a loner.She likes to go fishing but she hardly catches anything with those skinny plastic arms.She is rather outdoory,loves camping and collecting bugs in jars and does a bit of bird watching.
She loves barbecues and is a ferocious meat eater..but the meals should or must come with corn cobs and fries.She hates dresses and rather lounge around in shorts and pants..oh one thing though..please dont mention her still visible yellow complexion.she is rather sensitive about it still..
Feathered Beauty
Created with DDG Text 2 AI engine. PP work in Adobe PS Elements 2024 RAW filters, Auto Sharpen and adjusted the saturation. and Lumniar Neo Portrait Collection.
Prompt: Create a fantasy-style vintage Aquarell im Stil von Josephine Wall, Tomasz Allen Kopera, Dariusz Zawadzki, Andreja Peklar, Ivan Shiskine of a young woman with an ethereal and artistic quality. Her complexion is fair with a soft, almost porcelain texture, and her face is delicately structured with a gentle jawline, high cheekbones, and full, pink lips. She has large, almond-shaped eyes that are a deep, enchanting hazel, fringed with dark, thick lashes. Arched eyebrows frame her eyes gracefully.
Her hair is a voluminous and tousled mane of silver-gray with blue highlights, evoking an otherworldly charm. It cascades around her face and shoulders in loose, wavy curls that add a sense of wildness to her appearance.
She dons large, intricate earrings with turquoise stones and tassels. Layers of beaded necklaces with assorted pendants, including more turquoise and coral, adorn her neck, resting just above her collarbone. Her vintage clothing hints at a sleeveless garment made of a light, semi-transparent fabric, adorned with abstract patterns in a watercolor style that blends blues, oranges, and whites.
The background should be a blend of warm and cool tones, with abstract shapes suggesting a sunset palette of oranges and blues mingling together, creating a luminous aura around her. The overall mood of the piece should convey a captivating mix of wildness and elegance, with a strong bohemian or mystical vibe.
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This wonderful colors of the sky was shot in Passig Islet in Sta. Cruz, Davao del Sur. Really having fun shooting. Thank you for viewing guys!
A pair of disused Halloween decorations gaze out glumly from a storage closet like macabre ladies in waiting. But beyond the unrelenting gaze of their zombie-like eyes I see nothing but mournful sadness. And there's an eerie sense of connectedness between the two, as if they are codependent twins. The human characteristics make these creations much more terrifying to me than a typical Halloween monster. The deliberate blend of soft, feminine facial features makes them seem empathetic and approachable despite their pitifully sallow complexions and sunken eyes. Seeing them locked away together like this filled me with an irrational sense of wanting to assist them. I had to keep reminding myself they were simply fabrications of plastic and nylon. I closed the door knowing they were still there, looking back at me from the dark. Waiting.
Autumn along the Merced river, Yosemite National Park
Better on black due to the low lighting in this scene
An unusually dry season has led to very low water levels in the Merced river, making it possible for falling leaves to float slowly by -- perfect for the landscape photographer! The incoming storm also provides diffuse lighting which prevents hot spots from the sun and an even lighting ideal to show off the wonderful colors of the trees nearby. In post I used some burning and dodging to improve the evenness of the lighting, and pushed the yellows and the reds just a tad to help them stand out a little more. I wish I could say this is an original composition, but a little searching on Flickr shows that it has been done before; not surprising given that the Yosemite valley is one of the most heavily photographed spots in the world.
The snow storm arrived later in the day and changed the complexion of the scenes dramatically. Lots of leaves dropped off and a lot of the color was muted due to the snow sitting upon the leaves. I'll be rolling out some more images as I get time to work with them.
As always, thanks for your visit and comments should you care to share them!
11/13/2012 -- Explore Frontpage! Thank you all!!!
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**Prompt :**
Portrait cinématographique hyperréaliste d’une jeune femme rousse élégante, regard direct vers la caméra, peau claire légèrement constellée de taches de rousseur, longs cheveux cuivrés soyeux tombant naturellement sur les épaules. Elle porte des lunettes de soleil rondes aux verres teintés orange translucide et une fine monture dorée. Maquillage naturel sophistiqué : eyeliner noir précis, lèvres nude satinées, teint lumineux.
Tenue chic minimaliste composée d’un top blanc en satin à fines bretelles, texture soyeuse captant subtilement la lumière, accompagné d’un collier précieux serti de pierres vert émeraude et cristaux brillants. Attitude confiante et douce, expression calme et magnétique.
Arrière-plan : rue parisienne haussmannienne élégamment floutée (bokeh cinématographique), balcons en fer forgé et façades crème typiques de Paris. Lumière naturelle dorée de fin d’après-midi (golden hour) enveloppante, ombres douces, profondeur de champ très faible.
Style visuel : photographie mode éditoriale haut de gamme, rendu hyperréaliste 8K, netteté extrême sur les yeux et la peau, grain cinéma subtil, color grading chaud et romantique, ambiance luxe parisien. Objectif 85mm f/1.4, profondeur de champ cinématographique, éclairage doux diffus, rendu peau ultra naturel, détails micro-textures visibles.
**Mots-clés :** cinematic portrait, hyperrealistic, Paris fashion editorial, golden hour lighting, shallow depth of field, luxury aesthetic, soft natural light, photorealistic skin texture.
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**Prompt:**
Hyperrealistic cinematic portrait of an elegant young red-haired woman, looking directly into the camera. Fair skin lightly dusted with freckles, long silky copper hair flowing naturally over her shoulders. She wears round sunglasses with translucent orange-tinted lenses and a thin gold frame. Sophisticated natural makeup: precise black eyeliner, soft nude satin lips, luminous glowing complexion.
Chic minimalist outfit featuring a white satin spaghetti-strap top with subtle light reflections on the silky fabric, paired with a refined jeweled necklace set with emerald-green stones and sparkling crystals. Confident yet soft posture, calm and magnetic expression.
Background: classic Parisian Haussmann street softly blurred with cinematic bokeh — cream stone façades and wrought-iron balconies typical of Paris. Warm natural golden hour lighting, soft shadows, very shallow depth of field.
Visual style: high-end fashion editorial photography, ultra-photorealistic 8K rendering, extreme sharpness on eyes and skin, subtle cinematic film grain, warm romantic color grading, luxury Parisian mood. Shot on 85mm lens at f/1.4, cinematic depth of field, soft diffused lighting, ultra-natural skin texture, visible micro-details.
**Keywords:** cinematic portrait, hyperrealistic, Paris fashion editorial, golden hour lighting, shallow depth of field, luxury aesthetic, soft natural light, photorealistic skin texture.
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- any - and - all - - - - - illegal - - - aliens - - - - - - - that - are - - - in
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trying - - - - - to - - show - absolutely - - - - - no - trace - - - of the kind - of - orangish - complexion that is - similar to the central orb
All of my best shots for the day have odd perspectives, so here's another one!
This is the same Swift Crab Spider (Mecaphesa celer) that I've featured a few times in the past couple of days. Today, she was hanging entirely upside down under her chosen beggartick (genus Bidens) leaf, which really messed up my photography. I use an external flash up top, and a super long macro lens from the 70's. My set up, combined with her position, meant I was getting all kinds of dark and blurry shots. So, what do you do?
...You flip the camera over, of course!
It's a bit tricky to trigger the shutter with my pinky, but I figured it out. This put my flash underneath the leaf, allowing the light to bounce around and illuminate the scene much better!
From this perspective, she really gave me a bit of my arachnophobia back. She looked like an intensely ivory vampire, or a cream-complexioned creature that would crawl out of a crevice in a creepy cave. Imagine THIS being the last thing you saw before your already short life cycle gets cut to the credits!
I still love her, I think I just need some space!
This psychotic perspective was captured at 1:1 using my Vivitar (Komine) 90mm f2.8 Macro. This photo is uncropped. This hanging horror is around 9mm long!