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Hi, my name is Arwa.
I’ve always been interested in expressive art. Growing up as a minority, I’ve come to find out that I stand out a little more than the average person; odd sounding name, slightly darker complexion, different native tongue and culture. All of that gave a statement before I even spoke. My being itself, is an expression. Now that I appreciate my uniqueness, I want to use it to portray my ideas. I’m very into sustainable and modest fashion, but there is only so much I can wear myself, so I decided to start putting my ideas on my friends.
I hope to use multiple mediums to express my work and collaborate with as many local creatives as possible.
adding a late description here, had to get off the computer after i uploaded this as there as a storm.
desaturation on the skin to get a pale complexion, rest are the normal colours, again still using camera in manual mode.
Artist Anne Longo. For Julia Kay's Portrait Party. From my watercolor sketchbook, with notes on C. Reid's color usage for watercolor complexions. Please note: I added Q Gold, however, that is not in the color list from the particular C. Reid book I was referencing.
🎭Have you ever noticed them? These are exactly the pictures where the real complexion of a person is lost and brightened up by a variety of yellow shades, which is so much in autumn photos.
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Have you ever wondered if this can be avoided? Of course you can!😉 I invite us to cooperate and for your 100 comments I will make a video specially for you all about how to fix it! :) 💛
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🎭Have you encountered a similar problem? Do you often see such pictures?
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On a serene Friday evening with not much happening in the real world, I decided to immerse myself in Second Life for some fashion-forward exploration. White often poses a challenge for me in photos, tending to blend a bit too much with my complexion. Yet, the latest outfit from Hilly Haalan was a splendid exception. This chic pant suit, tailored to accentuate my curves precisely, delivered a look that was both enticing and elegantly sophisticated. The fabric's graceful flow and the outfit's thoughtful design transformed it from mere attire into a bold fashion statement.
I decided to pair it with my favorite piece from Kunglers and this elegant cuff set from Yummy because there is no greater crime than failing to accessorize.
What's worse is that I was all dolled up with no place to go. Fortunately, a friend recommended a house music venue called After-Taste Spa. The place exudes chic sophistication, and the vibe shifts depending on the time you visit. Its decor brings to mind the stylish venues I've experienced in Miami, adorned with tropical foliage, brass accents, and eclectic pieces. The residents tend toward the naughtier side, so be forewarned—it's a space where private chats blend with spicy areas for random encounters. While that's not my usual scene, I found the people-watching absolutely enthralling.
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White Pant Suit: (Hilly Haalan - Didi Set)
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Necklace: (Kunglers - Stella Necklace )
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I was bored with Blythe so I finally gave my Iplehouse Lonnie some makeup and here she is! Duno how long she will stay here, I cant really bond with young looking bjds like this. I cant dress her sexy since her body is like a 10 yr old. Also, she was supposed to be my creole girl, but her complexion is lighter than I expected (she's 'real skin' complexion which looked a bit tanner in the Iplehouse pics). aarrhhh -____-
New hand-crafted hand-painted E.T. the extra-terrestrial* sweet alien sculpture by artist Cecce, now major aged, had its debut in
Jet-set society yesterday night at the party by Elena (singer) and Thomas, singer, dancer and performer (Amici, Tale e Quale on Italian National broadcasting TV).
All attention and general compliments to her big sculpted mask. We are immensely proud and delighted by her artwork !!
Photo exceptionally taken by Stefano Wolf, me, lol. (Quick macro snapshot without tripod, this morning at the first twilight and no flash).
* The original worldwide famous special character has been projected and designed by the Italian artist Carlo Rambaldi, Triple Oscar winner (King Kong, Alien, E.T. the extra-terrestrial).
Whole Album www.flickr.com/photos/vintage_events_italy/albums/7215767...
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G'day everyone! As I've studied and been more educated about Interior Design, I've come to understand and learn about what the main focus and strategy is,
behind Interior Design, or Architecture alone. Nature is very important,
it enhances the chemical of where the structure stands, you have to respect natures well being to then accomplish and create a building on mothers land. Once you've accomplished then you will be able to understand it's stance.
Interior Design is mostly inspired by Fashion, the skin complexion of the models
which stand upright, within the landscape, the two define each other and create a
storyline somehow, and usually the Designer will influence the Internals by bringing in the depths of the 'exterior'
such as landscape, but Fashion also allows an Interior Designer to grasp a space, like additional emotions, setting a mood for instincts.
A mid-dry grounds, with weeds of thorn bushes, and long grass, climbing up through the sand dunes, as the wind blows out, swooping down over the rocks,
and the distant town calling out, the red rock, the white sand, the crisp fresh, dry,
sounds of a nature taking its toll. The models stand free, with the wind relapsing itself, through
their hair, clothing with no branding or tagging, to be detached from the day to day routine, and to just connect with the mother nature.
The exterior of the structure was designed by myself, but with the help of a dear man, Thomaz Mulloy,
he was able to transform, the structure and make it into a high definition build with nice quality textures. The build wasn't inspired by anyone but nature,
it's wind protected, meaning the build stands tall at 8 meters high, it's shaped like an 'A' being a windbreaker at the front, protecting the front and back from
strong wind storms, but on peaceful days it looks rather beautiful, with its mighty strength standing but a simple structure to not blind and distract its purpose of being there.
As for the Interior of the space, I've really wanted to respect the exterior landscape by incorporating the Interior colour pallet to be flush, in materials, textures and of course the colour range that I have chosen. Warm soft off-whites,
with rusty worn leather accents, a minimal pattern with tribal print work. The structure is bare to a minimum with wooden features to nitpick from the exterior, to flow into the interior, with the pine and oak trimmings. Minimal greenery but gives the interior some life.
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Visited an estate sale over the weekend. A local family selling off the contents of a house left by the deceased patriarch. Always feels weird seeing someone's worldly possessions scattered across the lawn and with little price tags attached. All things big and small that played a role in the person's life now up for grabs. It's like peeking into someone's bedroom closet; you know its wrong but you're simultaneously intrigued by what you might discover. My interest here was more into the visual than the physical. I always end up photographing events such as this. Just can't help myself. There are so many odd juxtapositions of eclectic items. Items side by side that were never intended to be together. Indoor items in an outdoor setting. Handmade signs and item descriptions, quickly crafted for the sale that will exist for only. hours or days. I just get swept away in all of this time and again. The shooting style is completely spontaneous. There's no rhyme or reason. I just float around being drawn wherever intuition leads me. I seem to sniff out sadness like someone divining for underground water. This scene stopped me dead in my tracks. I lifted the lid on an old box and came eye to eye with this doll. Incredibly lifelike, to the point where it was actually a bit disconcerting. Something about the eyes, sparkling in the daylight, but with an unseeing quality of a corpse. The complexion was flawless, almost too good, in the way of makeup applied by a mortician that tried bout couldn't quite conceal the deathly pallor. The plastic wrap put me in mind of a burial shroud. I marveled at how something so delicate and beautiful could invoke feelings of sadness and darkness. I wonder why my mind always seeks out life's dark places. Not only seeks them out but revels in and celebrates them. "It's why we have no nice things" is the phrase that comes to mind when someone breaks something. And in this way, metaphorically I'm always breaking something.
Kept thinking about the doll that night and into the following day. I returned to the sale that afternoon to look at the doll one more time, but the little box-casket was gone. I inquired with one of the ladies running the event. She said someone had purchased the doll that morning. She paused for a moment then confided, completely unsolicited, that the doll had creeped her out as well.
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.
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.
Yes. I'm reaaaaally happy with Emelia's textures.
Of course there's still a lot I want to do - try a different normal map bit for her upper eyelids (sure, seems kinda arbitrary but her eyelids have been bugging me the entire time), see if I can adjust her _sk file, work a little more with the sculpt feature in RM3 (I'm getting better at it! Still have no idea what I'm doing but I'm doing a good job with that), and maybe move her scar from the complexion slider to the actual normal map.
And then I gotta get started on customizing her body diffuse map...
But. I mean. Besides all of that.
SUPERBLY happy.
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Its worth a life time experience to be part of Flower petals Holi at this Temple in Vrindavan.
Holi, the Festival of Colours has been celebrated in India since thousands of years and is now also celebrated by various communities of South Asia including non-Hindu communities.
While Holi is celebrated in almost every part of India, Holi in Braj is especially famous. Braj is a historical region which covers the area of Mathura, Vrindavan,Barsana,Nandgaon and some nearby areas. Holi here attacts tourists and pilgrims from all over the world because of it’s special customs and traditions. Mathura is the birth-place of Lord Krishna and Vrindavan is the place where he grew up in his childhood.
When Krishna was young, he cribbed to his mother about Radha (his friend) being fair while Krishna himself was dark complexioned. His mother (Yashoda) suggested him to colour Radha with colors in a playful manner. Over the years, Krishna from his village Nandgaon used to go to Barsana (Radha’s village) to color Radha and other Gopis. They also used to playfully beat him with sticks. And hence the tradition evolved.
"Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd"
— William Shakespeare
Sonnet 18
Decatur (Legacy Park), Georgia, USA.
10 July 2020.
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March Bracelet / Martis
On March 1st, it is customary for mothers to braid bracelets for their children. These bracelets are called ‘Martis’. They are made of red and white string and are tied onto the wrists of the children.
The superstition is that the children wear these bracelets so that the sun of early spring doesn’t burn their cheeks. The bracelet is red and white, symbolic of rosy cheeks yet a white complexion.
The bracelets are worn until the Midnight Mass of the Greek Orthodox Easter. When the traditional bonfires are lit, the bracelets are removed and thrown into the fires.
Strobist info : 1 SB900 over and right of the camera triggered via Nikon CLS wirelessly.
This is the first photo of my son in flickr.
I have never understood the complex we Indians have about dark complexion. One of the first things people ask about a new bride in someone's family is, invariably about the colour/complexion of the girl. Fairer is somehow equated with more beautiful.
It has to do, I am convinced with our caste system particularly in the Northern India.. The Brahmins (highest caste are invariably the fairest and the shudras (the lowest caste) the darkest.
I feel it is the exact opposite.
The most beautiful of girls, in my eye (and that of my camera) are invariably dark complexioned.
Here is one although she seems quite upset at being photographed :)
He’s as a streetlife available denizen across whom I usually come, indeed I didn’t know where he’s from, but his hoary hair tufted, scragyy, raw-boned, dark suntanned complexion, it was appeared to be ups and downs, dripted and floated on the sea of his life, he told me that he's been supposed to be resemble a controversial charater in swashbucklers of KimDung’s ( a decade 60's well-known Chinese novelist of Kungfu swashbuckler romance)
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This statue takes place in the Summer Garden....Niobe was a daughter of Tantalus . Niobe boasted of her fourteen children, seven male and seven female (the Niobids), to Leto who only had two children, the twins Apollo and Artemis. It was on occasion of the annual celebration in honor of Latona and her offspring, Apollo and Diana, when the people of Thebes were assembled, their brows crowned with laurel, bearing frankincense to the altars and paying their vows, that Niobe appeared among the crowd. Her attire was splendid with gold and gems, and her face as beautiful as the face of an angry woman can be. She stood and surveyed the people with haughty looks. "What folly," said she, "is this! to prefer beings whom you never saw to those who stand before your eyes! Why should Latona be honored with worship rather than I? My father was Tantalus, who was received as a guest at the table of the gods; my mother was a goddess. My husband built and rules this city, Thebes; and Phrygia is my paternal inheritance. Wherever I turn my eyes I survey the elements of my power; nor is my form and presence unworthy of a goddess. To all this let me add, I have seven sons and seven daughters, and look for sons-in-law and daughters-in-law of pretensions worthy of my alliance. Have I not cause for pride? Will you prefer to me this Latona, the Titan's daughter, with her two children? I have seven times as many. Fortunate indeed am I, and fortunate I shall remain! Will any one deny this?
Using arrows, Artemis killed Niobe's daughters and Apollo killed Niobe's sons. According to some versions, at least one Niobid (usually Meliboea) was spared. Their father, Amphion, at the sight of his dead sons, either killed himself or was killed by Apollo for having sworn revenge. Devastated, Niobe fled back to Mount Sipylus and was turned into stone, and, as she wept unceasingly, waters started to pour from her petrified complexion. Mount Sipylus indeed has a natural rock formation which resembles a female face, and it has been associated with Niobe since ancient times and described by Pausanias. ( Wikipedia)
Ladies' Home Journal, June 1958. These magazines are so gigantic, it's hard to get them scanned in using my scanner with its tiny scanning bed. So here are a few of my first attempts to use photomerge in Photoshop.
The solitary, independent and peace-loving Mru people have lived in the Hill Tract of southeastern Bangladesh and western Burma for centuries – their small population being split almost in half by the border. Many scholars believe them to be the original inhabitants of the region. Mru prefer to live on the remote hilltops; even away from other hill tribes. Their villages are easily distinguished by sacred bamboo totems, presided over by guardian spirits.
The Mru people are also known as the as Mro or Murong. The Mru people introduce themselves as Mro-cha. The word ‘Mro’ means ‘man’ and ‘cha’ stands for ‘being’.
They have Mongoloid features but are tall and strong with dark complexions. They are peaceful and timid. Physically, they closely resemble the Semang of Malaysia.
Mru are very egalitarian and have no castes and few hereditary positions. They are extremely non-confrontational and take pride in being patient and peaceful. Each household has an equal voice in all village affairs. They are one of the few indigenous peoples who have staunchly retained their own unique culture, rituals and beliefs. With no functional leadership or hierarchies, this lack of higher-level social organization makes it difficult from them to avail of, or cooperate in joint efforts for ‘development’ or cultural preservation. Thus, they are one of the least ‘modern’ of all the hill tribes, consciously preserving their distinct lifestyle. Mru are especially known for their mystical music, ascetic dress, exotic appearance and long, flower-adorned hair kept in topknots. Curiously, mru have no sense of being ‘tribal’ as do other indigenous peoples. They consider themselves just ordinary floks. Mru value their independence above all else, just desiring to pursue a traditional lifestyle free from domination or exploitation.
The Mru are a very poor people. Although they inhabit a region that is rich in lumber and hydroelectric potential, the villagers lack the technology and knowledge to improve their economic conditions.
But the Mru excuse their poverty because they believe that Torai (the god) intended them to live this way. At the same time, they pride themselves in their self-sufficiency.
The Mro society is patriarchal. Although the father is the head of the family, women play a dominant role in social life. They depend mainly on hunting but many of them are engaged in Jhum cultivation.
In addition to farming, many of the Mru men are skilled in producing bamboo items. Mru women are especially fond of wearing jewelry and other ornaments made by local craftsmen. Most Murongs are Buddhists although some are Christian converts.
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Had another idea for a creative selfie, but it was going to take too long to put together this evening...I will put it in my project pile...
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circa 1964, this doll has a tan complexion, pink lips and a beautifully golden platinum shade of hair. Photo for potential inclusion in Travis' portfolio.
robablemente, 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.
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.
I took several photos of this street musician. I posted one several years ago and came upon this one in my archives. I love the warm hues and, of course, her wonderful smile.
Have you ever experienced...
going through a break up and blurting
" you're not who I thought you were!"?
ugh, hhahaha I've been told, lol not a bf but just a friend,
forcefully, well so much for sad memories that's a weird comparison.
I just want to say this is the exact opposite. the soothing, wholesome, pleasant, and happy side/
In this encounter, the words
"You're everything I'd hoped for." come to mind/
I find myself humming...
"you are so beautiful....." ;P
We let the beehive down and look how her hair falls
I feel like i got a chunky redhead Kenner and we're in 1972/
Yes folks I'm totally in-love with RW,
that's Flerida to you.
BTW the real Flerida Lapenia was born in 1970 and the kid sister of my best friend and my first love. Have i told you I'm three ro 7 years years younger than all my classmates? hah long story never mind, carry on/ yup I'm escalated in school and yeah yeah I was a super brain big deal. =(
I don't think I 'd like to smoothen out her hair. I'll let her stay like this.
*singing*
"!I love you just the way you are~~~are woah ho ho huhhum~~"
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Ida is wearing a Skiper Dress from AvaFay and handmade necklace from Aunt Peets aka Phoebe's Oma 4 ever
Odalisque Seated with Arms Raised, Green Striped Chair
Henri Matisse, (French, 1869-1954), Oil on canevas, 1923
National Galley of Art, Washington D.C.
Odalisque aux bras levés est un tableau réalisé par le peintre français Henri Matisse en 1923. Partie de la série dite des Odalisques, cette huile sur toile représente une odalisque à demi-nue assise dans un fauteuil à rayures jaunes et vertes, ses bras levés découvrant ses aisselles poilues. Passée par la galerie Bernheim-Jeune, à Paris, elle a été léguée en 1963 à la National Gallery of Art, à Washington, aux États-Unis.
A nearly nude woman with a pale, pink complexion leans back into a striped, upholstered chair with her arms overhead, holding opposite elbows, and one foot tucked under her in this stylized, vertical painting. The scene is painted loosely, making some details indistinct. The woman’s torso faces us but her legs are angled slightly to our right, and she looks off in that direction with dark brown eyes under dark, arched brows. Her features are loosely painted but she seems to have a straight nose and her small, scarlet-red mouth is closed. Her dark brown hair curls down to her ears in a chin-length bob. She wears only a gauzy, transparent cloth, which is gathered low on her hips with a golden-brown belt. Loosely painted, short and zigzag strokes of chocolate brown and harvest gold suggest a wide band of embroidery or decoration around the bottom hem. The woman’s raised arms show two tufts of dark brown hair in her armpits. She has round breasts with dark pink nipples, and a curving belly and hips. Her left knee, farther from us, is bent sharply against the back of the chair so her foot is tucked behind her other thigh. The chair is striped with lime green, white, and lemon yellow. The floor is terracotta orange. A strip of light blue with a gold pattern to the left and a red area with a flower pattern to our right suggest fabrics draped on the sand-brown wall. The artist signed the work in the lower left corner, "Henri Matisse."
As People of Barsana Village arrived at Nandgaon,Temple Priests Greeting them by throwing Red colours.Its a Custom that on First day People from Nandgaon (Krishna's Village) go to Barsana (Radha's Village) to play Lathmar holi.On second day, the Reverse happens.
Holi, the Festival of Colours has been celebrated in India since thousands of years and is now also celebrated by various communities of South Asia including non-Hindu communities.
While Holi is celebrated in almost every part of India, Holi in Braj is especially famous. Braj is a historical region which covers the area of Mathura, Vrindavan,Barsana,Nandgaon and some nearby areas. Holi here attacts tourists and pilgrims from all over the world because of it’s special customs and traditions. Mathura is the birth-place of Lord Krishna and Vrindavan is the place where he grew up in his childhood.
When Krishna was young, he cribbed to his mother about Radha (his friend) being fair while Krishna himself was dark complexioned. His mother (Yashoda) suggested him to colour Radha with colors in a playful manner. Over the years, Krishna from his village Nandgaon used to go to Barsana (Radha’s village) to color Radha and other Gopis. They also used to playfully beat him with sticks. And hence the tradition evolved.
This little twitter looks a tad rough, but it is winter after all. Probably doesn't help his complexion that this was photographed at ISO 25600. But what can you do when you only have an f8.0 faux 600mm.
A farmer with a very Irish complexion. He has probably spent a lifetime working hard outdoors. Here, he was enjoying a day out at the horse fair of Spancel Hill, possibly mixing business with pleasure!
Mount Shannon
County Clare
Ireland
This mansion was built in the 1750's. John Fitzgibbon, which was called Black Jack because of his dark complexion. He was appointed Lord High Chancellor of Ireland in 1789 then knighted in 1795 and made Earl of Clare. Became one of the most powerful men in Ireland. He was despised by the Catholic population and when he died in 1802, a dead cat was thrown upon his coffin when it was lowered into the grave in Dublin. The house burned in 1920 during the War of Independence.
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Holi, the Festival of Colours has been celebrated in India since thousands of years and is now also celebrated by various communities of South Asia including non-Hindu communities.
While Holi is celebrated in almost every part of India, Holi in Braj is especially famous. Braj is a historical region which covers the area of Mathura, Vrindavan,Barsana,Nandgaon and some nearby areas. Holi here attacts tourists and pilgrims from all over the world because of it’s special customs and traditions. Mathura is the birth-place of Lord Krishna and Vrindavan is the place where he grew up in his childhood.
When Krishna was young, he cribbed to his mother about Radha (his friend) being fair while Krishna himself was dark complexioned. His mother (Yashoda) suggested him to colour Radha with colors in a playful manner. Over the years, Krishna from his village Nandgaon used to go to Barsana (Radha’s village) to color Radha and other Gopis. They also used to playfully beat him with sticks. And hence the tradition evolved.
even down here,
i try to blend,
to fit in,
to look like you.
Even as you waste,
I fruit new
blemishes
and try to taste
like you.
I wonder
if we
will make it to
next spring?
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Burmese boy with Thanaka powder in his face. Seen in a small village in the Bagan area, Myanmar / Burma.
The yellow circles, squares and lines seen on cheeks, noses and foreheads of people throughout Myanmar is thanaka, a yellow-white cosmetic paste produced by grinding the bark of the thanaka tree on a flat, smooth stone with water. The milky yellow liquid dries quickly when it is applied to the skin. Thanaka is valued as a sunscreen and as a beauty product that keeps the skin cool, stops oiliness, tightens pores, improves the complexion and adds a pleasant, soft fragrance to the skin. Nowhere else in the world is thanaka so widely used.
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6998 Burton Agnes Hall leads 5051 Drysllywn Castle with the Red Dragon tour on 31/5/1986.
My visits to South Wales were very rare but this was certainly memorable. I joined my friends Cliff Parr and Tony Heywood for the trip,Cliff had borrowed a two seater van so Tony and myself had to take turns lying in the back.After some exuberant driving by Cliff,my complexion matched the colour of the engines when I crawled out for this shot !
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