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I finished this painting yesterday. A mixed media using charcoal and acrylic colors.
I don’t know why but I love the subtle colors in this painting of Buddha. I always used to paint more vibrant paintings and it really gave me great pleasure experimenting with charcoal with acrylic colors.
Maybe the more I experiment, the more I know the depth of the ocean of art. Charcoal art is one medium which is not easy to portray. Because the black powder can stick to your hand or on the framed canvas. Very soon I will be meeting a great artist who is expert in charcoal art. And he is very famous too. Hope I can learn something from him.
I didn’t want to do more experiment on this because I was afraid it can spoil the painting. Hope I will get hang of charcoal art very soon as I’m a very good student in learning interesting aspects of art.
Next month I probably may have an exhibition. So I have to make sure to be ready with more than 15 of my art work. Another 7 to go. Hope it goes well.
"Peace comes within,
Do not seek it without"..!!
-Buddha
Bulla ki jaana mein Kaun - Rabbi
Cuandoel alma descansa y la conceincai la respalda .............
algo en que pensar.
Something to think about it,
love, light, and a concious mind.
the human being, human means, hu = light & man = mind
mind of light. live to your light & follow what gives you you.
I don't know why I recalled this quote, it sort of came flooding back into my conciousness as I was editing this shot. The mossy roots of this old Beech tree commanded the foreground as I framed this shot with the sinuous shapes of the trees in the misty middle ground. It looked OK on the back of the camera, as I wandered around this wood looking for inspiration.
Lots more opportunities lie ahead this autumn to get better at this game! Sorry if its not my usual stuff, but looking to try something a bit different.
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This weekend the weather was so hot here in Valencia, so I thought it was a good idea to change my location to do some street photography and I was taking photos around the port area in one club in the afternoon session.
Normally I find it very embarrassing to take photos of people when they walk directly towards me, but the guy in the photo was so interested in observing his appearance in the reflection of the glass surface that I had no problem taking a few photos of him without he even was concious of it.
I love the light imparted by the glass surface on the side of his face with the dark shadow cast by the sun behind him.
I think the track fits well with the photography.
All of the photos were taken respectfully and for artistic purposes only.
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Once I knew the depth where no hope was,
and darkness lay on the face of all things.
Then love came and set my soul free.
Once I knew only darkness and stillness.
Now I know hope and joy.
Once I fretted and beat myself
against the wall that shut me in.
Now I rejoice in the consciousness
that I can think, act and attain heaven...
by Helen Keller (1880 - 1968)
Another one week to go for my art exhibition and im working day and night. No proper sleep but it gives me pleasure to create few vibrant paintings on canvas. What way to paint Buddha in my own way. Sick and tired of seeing same old Buddha images all my life. Im not good at doing portraits but im good at splashing colors. It gives me great advantage when it comes to creating images.
From 11th to 15th is my art exhibition and I was just lucky to get date as somebody had cancelled. I usually visit the gallery which is full 365 days a year. People know me over there and one lady called me and said there is a date vacant and I grabbed with my both hands. It’s a huge hall. Where I can exhibit more than 50 huge paintings. But im trying hard to make sure that at least I got 30 big paintings.
My brochure is ready. All I have to do is to invite a prominent person from a south Indian cinema Industry. And also make sure to visit the press club. This time I want to be more professional than before. I have made lot of mistakes before without press media. Mistakes makes a man perfect.
Compare to before im trying to create new things with lot of color collage.
Hope people who visit my gallery will like it. I may not have time to check Flickr but I will come back when I am free very shortly. I miss my creative friends in Flickr.
‘Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.
Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.
All that we are is the result of what we have thought.’
-Gautama Buddha
End of the line - The Travelling Wilburys
A location Eddie Holden took a fine shot of back in deepest darkest lockdown when delivering goods to Southampton. On our trip to Dorset last week I thought I'd check out the spot, mindful a Morris Cowley Oxford to Southampton East Dock was conveniently timed with our journey. The weather not dark and foggy and the shot doesn't do justice to the buidlings behind me, but in the end it was quite rushed. Having parked the car and placed the parking ticket on the dashborad, as I walked towards the crossing I was concious of the loco creeping to the right so only just managed to get to this side of the road as the crossing sirens started. No gates, just a man in orange to ensure compliance with the warning signs, and of course a large loco and heavy train which can do some damage to a car.
Im really self concious about this, because its the first one ive ever made, and its for my good friend FlamingBrickFilms ' Tell me what you think!
This is a better shot in Summer with the sun to the right - then, you can use infra red to cut through the leaves
Outside, the first streaks of daylight tapped quietly on the small living room window, announcing the arrival of morning. I'd set the alarm for a little before seven, and then again for a few minutes later in the knowledge that I'd probably fail to move at all. But it mattered not; I was already awake, summoned into conciousness at the prospect of taking the shot I coveted most from this brief visit to Somerset, a hundred and forty odd miles up the road from home. Today was the day that I might get one of those shots I'd envisioned in my mind's eye over and over again. A few weeks earlier I'd met a photographer from Somerset who'd made the opposite journey down to Cornwall and quizzed her on our chances. "It only happens on a spring tide," she said, as sitting a few yards apart we each gazed thoughtfully at the cobbles of Porth Nanven and the Brisons beyond. I nodded earnestly, shrugged and returned to my composition. I wasn't even really sure what elements were needed for a spring tide, and all I knew was that the term itself was a bit of a misnomer. I'd made a mental note to undertake some further research later.
With a few days before our own short trip to go, the Whatsapp group became a hotline of activity, as Dave became excited about the RSPB reserves on the Levels, and I introduced them to Thomas Heaton's YouTube offering on the petrified trees of Porlock Weir. I also decided it was time to educate myself on the subject of spring tides, which I soon learned were the highest tidal ranges of each lunar month, driven by a full moon. I ended up browsing a fishing website of all things, which gave a detailed forecast for the entire month of February before going on to show diagrams of the sun and moon in perfect alignment with the earth, at which point the white noise of science became to much for my limited attention span and I began browsing your pictures on this platform instead. But what I'd also noticed from my PhotoPills app was that the moon would be appearing in full during our visit, before turning into a waning gibbous at the weekend. I only mention this latter information because the phrase "waning gibbous" is mildly amusing to me. The charts on the site designed for anglers, those fellow yet distant creatures of solace confirmed that we could expect a spring tide during our stay, and for both the Thursday and the Friday morning at sunrise there was a chance that the lighthouse of Burnham on Sea might have its feet in the water. I'd been here four or five times before, each time hoping that the pools of standing water might be in fact an entire body of water. The good news was that our temporary home was ten minutes' walk away, but we'd have to get up early and keep our fingers crossed that the combining elements would produce the result we wanted. There was no certainty at all on this - you need to know a place well to fully understand its tides and moods, and the deadly Severn Estuary is a strange and mysterious beast to say the least. We prepared for success, knowing all the time that we might well be disappointed.
Somewhere around 6:30am, Lee and I headed off along the short footpath. Dave was somewhere behind, but this was no time to be waiting and we strode towards the dunes that hid the beach on the other side, more in hope than expectation. The pale blue sky was mixed with a faint pink band, and hanging distantly in the canopy was that cold full moon we'd needed. The tension increased as with every step up through the soft sand we drew closer to knowing whether we were about to be rewarded. And then we saw this. Even with half an hour to go before high tide the feet of the lighthouse were fully immersed, the high shoreline washing away thousands of footprints. Nobody else was around, not even anyone with a camera as we'd expected, and we bounded cheerfully towards our subject, immediately disappearing into our own moments and in my case, firing the shutter over and over again. In my pocket the phone buzzed - the morning alarm I hadn't needed was making itself known. Five minutes later I had to cancel it again as I watched the waves coming sweeping in over my wellies and the feet of my tripod. Dave arrived and joined the party. The occasional morning dog walker or jogger went past - they must be used to seeing photographers here at moments like these. I reflected again at my habitual inability to crawl out of bed in time for these moments more often. It's very rare that I manage to, but the experience is always all the more memorable for that. There's something in the silence of being at large while the world slumbers - or at least while the world is indoors gasping for coffee and wiping sleep from its eyes.
Dave and Lee were done, and returned along the beach towards our quarters for breakfast and discussions on what we might do for the rest of the day. They were both keen to return to the groynes we'd visited on the first evening here. I stayed on, watching the now receding tide as it raced off the beach just as quickly as it had surged towards us before sunrise. Where there had been water, there was now a new kaleidoscope of ripples in the endless sands. The sea, that unpredictable yet brilliant artist had created another masterpiece, but the soft morning light had given way to a harsh brightness that made the lighthouse glare in the early sunshine. It seemed that the adventure was done - and I was excited by what I'd seen on the back of my screen. Reluctantly I traced the footsteps of the others and make my way back to join the planning committee and drink another cup of tea.
I needed a few minutes today - just to unwind and clear my head on the one hand, but also think about some ideas on the other. So I went on a mini-adventure!
I like to do this when I just need to give my head a little room to work through things as my concious mind is all busy with the road and surroundings and my subconcious can unravel the tangled mess that is my mental process!
Anyway, on my travels I met this fine looking chap - a red deer stag in really good condition. Shame it was so dark and wet out!
Smile on Saturday theme Green Animals
By pure luck this little fella bounced it's way into my conciousness the other evening but I didn't have time to snap him/her. I knew from previous years that these guys had an affinity for my red roses, and just like that I found it tucked away in the front garden as expected.
So here is my offering to the World of Green Animals.
HSoS! 😊
Yesterday I had a reasonably unlucky day railway-wise. There was a participation prize though -coincidentally, that day the SM42-2537 of the Ożarów group (cement logistics) was shunting around the plant, which in autumn and winter usually only happens once every 2 weeks!
SM42-2537 is one of the very few SM42 locomotives in Poland, which are preserved in the original Ls800p version, which was produced for the Polish industry - the 'p' stands for 'przemysł' or 'industry' in English. Ls800p locomotives are distinctive in many ways from the Ls800 version of PKP. Some of those include:
-no multiple loco steering and no dials for the second locomotive
-a different speedometer
-no upper headlight (aswell as no attachement point for it, usually easy to spot on locos without the light)
-different side doors into the engine compartment
-different horns
-no driver conciousness controll
-some had no cowcatchers (like this one)
They were also numbered SM42-2001 and above - hence the private operators always have such high numbered SM42 locomotives.
On the picture SM42-2537 is seen during the unloading of cement wagons at the Gdańsk Osowa Grupa Ożarów siding
Photo by Piotrek/Toprus
Have been concious that I've been neglecting my pinhole work recently so here's one from nearly a year ago.
Man O War Bay, Dorset
Zero 2000 • Ilford Delta 100
I have all these dreams in conciousness... which is usualy a purpose for what is to be a subconcious state.
In all of this, I have come to a self realisation that I am, and because I am...
there is the creation...
I cannot freak out because I am asleep, only I don't know it, but I get the idea that there is time... and we are travelling across it, and I am outside yet, somehow, still in it...
I declare myself as existing... it's telling the name of such a thing as an angel, so it translates to me or sometime or something, or maybe it was satin... satin?
try to understand me if you can, I know it is complex, but it is a dream I had, or whatever they call it, connect?
But somehow I get cought in time...
Yet in another dream I had, I was wearing a soul necklace, and I fly out...
and get cought in time...
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Of the shots I've posted this is my favorite. I uploaded another version in January. I decided to try to process it again in FDR tools which is an excellent HDR software. It's quite different from Photomatix and doesn't offer the same artistic freedom. But it renders sharp images.
I somewhere heard that in photography it's important to consider what each image should be about. Of course most photographers either conciously or unconciously try to make images about a certain idea that they have in their mind. They may have set out on a photohunt to realize that idea or the idea might have been inspired by something they came across. This image is about the beautiful curved shapes in the snow. When I shot this I had been looking for something in the snow that would make an image for a few weeks. And there I found it. The lid up steam and the houses in the distance are just a bonus.
This is a HDR from 3 exposures 2 stops apart. The photoshop work was minimal. Dust and scratches to the sky to remove noise. Curves, levels and selective color to warm up the steam. Then a little doge and burn to further bring out the forms in the snow. The vignette was not added digitally.
cuando mi corazón se convirtió en piedra
mas tomó conciencia de que morir
es vivir sin amor
when my heart turns to stone
and then take conciousness that to die
is to live without love
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
You will find me waiting through sping and summer
You will find me waiting waiting for the fall
You will find me waiting for the apples to riped
You will find me waiting for them to fall
You will find me by the banks of all four rivers
You will find me at the spring of conciousness
You will find me if you want me in the garden
unless it's pouring down with rain
The Garden by Einstürzende Neubauten
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It was a fun challenge finding new angles to shoot this absolute marvel. I was headed back to Tokyo Tower from Roppongi Towers, and I had the opportunity to pass right underneath the tower, so I thought "why not?".
And that's when I saw this composition, the distortion of shooting it from one of the bases up to the top. Best part is this wasn't even a zoom shot, this was taken with my wide angle.
I'm wondering if taking a slow shutter shot was an intentional choice or if there simply wasn't enough light in the shot. But I kind of like the koinobori having a motion blur on it, at least it doesn't detract from the tower itself which is still the subject of the shot.
The only tradeoff were there were two annoying lights right of the streamers that derailed the image. In editing I was able to get rid of one of them (I suppose you can tell where it previously was). I also of course, turned the saturation and brightness up. And I learned a lesson or two since my last Tokyo Tower post. This time the sky is it's own layer and it's heavily blurred to avoid color inequalities.
I've been here 3-4 separate nights to shoot this place, and I never went in it. Maybe one day I'll remedy that, but it's not that high on my to-do list, I can't imagine the view on the inside is better than the view from the outside. Oh, one last thing, I tried plugging this photo into a different software after editing it the regular way and it processed the photo a very different way (and not good). It's made me very self concious about the possibility that y'all might be seeing something I'm not. If there's a problem (like you can see a certain shadow shape that doesn't add up or looks unfinished) please notify me. I'm pretty sure flickr shows you it the way I see it, but just in case.
Arunachala Pancaratnam
Bhagavan Sri Ramana Maharshi
Ocean of Nectar, Full of Grace,
Engulfing the Universe in Thy Splendour !
Oh, Arunachala — the Supreme Itself !
Be Thou the Sun, and open the Lotus of my Heart in Bliss,
Oh Arunachala !
In Thee the picture of the Universe
Is formed, has its stay and is dissolved.
This is the Sublime Truth.
Thou Art the Inner-Self,
who dancest in the Heart as 'I',
Heart is Thy Name, Oh Lord !
He who turns inward with untroubled mind
To search where the conciousness of 'I' arises
Realises the Self and rests in Thee,
Oh Arunachala ! like a river when it joins the Ocean.
Abandoning the outer world,
with Mind and Breath Controlled,
To meditate on Thee within, the Yogi sees Thy Light,
Oh Arunachala ! and finds his delight in Thee !
He who dedicates his mind to Thee,
and seeing Thee always beholds the Universe as Thy figure;
He Who at all times Glorifies Thee
and loves Thee as none other than the Self,
He is the Master without rival – being One with Thee,
Oh Arunachala ! And lost in Thy Bliss.
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Fourth of February 2012, around 6:30. As usual in the morning, Sri Arunachala wears a cloud cap which lasts up to the early afternoon on some days. The path is quiet, especially at this part of the road on the western side of the hill. Few vehicles pass by; always one finds some people doing girivalam (the ritual circuit of the holy hill in clockwise direction).
Suddenly, everything around you explodes and you are thrown onto a stone slab. A second powerful being smashes your attacker into the rock, sending your foe's hammer skittering toward you. Half concious and brused, you reach out and grasp its ancient handle...
In the days to follow, you will be reminded how embarrassing it was to be saved by a fairy.
In the Wizard's Chambers
Location: Vixen's Creative Studios
Photographer & Model: Michaela Vixen (VampBait69)
Set Design & Creation: Michaela Vixen (VampBait69)
'Each of us is just like a piece of a puzzle, different and beautiful but that does not mean we got to be treated badly because of our beliefs, because of our skintone, because of our sexual orientation, because of our religion, beacause of our origin. We are indeed different and that is why we are important, we are one of a kind and we have got rights. MAKE THEM KNOW.
We are all sisters, we are all friends, do not let anybody tell you who to be, do not be afraid to show and express yourself.'
After researching what this Hate Groups were about, my conclusion was that the World is needing equality, this groups kill thousands and hundreds of people day by day, why? Because on what they believe, on their skintone, on ther religion, even on their sexual orientation. That's ridiculous! I think this World needs to accept people's differences, because everyone is different. That's why I did this picture, showing union between different ethnicities. I put on african american (feat Demi, P4F runner up), an american girl, a brazilian girl, and asian girl, a native american girl, a hippie, 2 lesbians, a redhead, an emo, I even put a Jew but I needed to cut some girls of the pic to make it look better. I made them take by their hands because that means union and at the bottom of the pic I wrote the word RESPECT in all the languages because that is what this hate groups need to learn about.
I hope you like it Eff, this is my personal point of view reflected on a pic. I'm really self-concious about it, but I'm positive. So hope you like it and get what I mean.
Racing on a faultline
Bracing for a landslide
Concious of every move getting harder
Has the race gone underwater?
I keep stalling out
I just can't keep up
there's alarming doubt
am I good enough
but you keep coming around
to convince me it's still
far from over...
Mute Math
I have loved you for a thousand lifetimes (Michael Whalen)
Dedicated to all my flickerfriends and not (Dedicado a todos mis flickeramigos y no)
Tengo que aprender...
A vivir la vida que merece ser vivida ...
a desarrollar una mejor versión de mi mismo,
a respetar los procesos y seres naturales
( insectos y parásitos necesarios también)...
a ejercer mi derecho y don de soñar y volar ...
a arriesgarme a perderlo todo por ganar un gramo de paz ...
a expandir mi conciencia y mi independencia ...
a valorar mi corazón y todas las cualidades ...
(un corazón más grande no es mejor necesariamente) ...
a amarme a mi mismo, a mi llama gemela y a mis hijos ...
a aceptar y rendirme (no pasivamente ) a la realidad ...
a realizarme como artista aunque todo esté en contra,
siempre existe una rendija por donde se expresa la luz o el viento, o agua, o fuego
... a apreciar el cielo que vivimos en la tierra cada día ...
a luchar frente a todas las dificultades y lograr lo que quiero de verdad ...
a cumplir mi destino ...
a seguir aprendiendo de todo y de todos ...
a escuchar a todo el mundo (aportación de Estefanía)
a mirar hacia atrás con una sonrisa
a saborear cada cosa incluso del dolor y las lágrimas...
(...)
en fin a disfrutar y amar la vida...
I have to learn...
To live the life that deserve to be lived ...
to develop a better version of myself ...
to respect process & natural beings ( neccesary parasites & insects too)...
my gift & right to dream & fly ....
to risk & to loose all for a piece of peace ...
to expand my conciousness & independence ...
to apreciate my heart and all its cualities ( no neccesary a bigger heart is better ) ...
to love myself, my soulmate & my son & daughter ...
to accept & surrender (no passive) to reality ...
to realise myself like an artist against all odds, there's always a possibility to express the light or wind, water or fire...
to apreciate the sky that we lived on this earth everyday...
to fight against all difficulties & to achive what I really want...
to fullfil my destiny ...
to keep learning from everything & everybody ...
to listen to all the world ( contribution of Stephany {fanny.luna}) ...
to look back with a smile ...
to taste each thing even pain & tears ...
(...)
at last to enjoy & love life ...
One more from Edinburgh.
There we were, having sampled a few pre-match pints to help build up the atmosphere, and keep us warm on the way to the stadium.
As we walked to the ground, we were approached by the lady above, apparently a Hindu nun, looking for some contributions in order to help her save more souls (I'm not sure if that was her exact mission, but something along the lines of the Hindu equivalent of soul-saving).
My philosophy is never to argue with a woman carrying CDs entitled "The Three Gates Leading to Hell".
Having parted with a pound sterling, I asked her if I could take a photograph. I think she was surprised, but then gave a big 'go ahead' smile.
That's the first time I've ever asked a stranger if I could take their picture! (I just noticed that my photostream has a lot more 'people' in it recently - not a concious decision either way!).
For the record, the 'three gates leading to hell' are lust, anger, and greed. I'm doomed!!
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...and like the sand that the sea washes away, you will never get it back. I wonder if I'm the only one a little obsessed with the concept of time. I'm a procrastinator, but I hate unproductive days. Realizing that the day is finishing and I haven't done anything is one of worst feelings I can think about. That is why I love mornings and getting up early: I know I still have a whole day ahead. Evenings makes me feel depressed.
In half a year I will be 20 (I know, I look younger. Sigh), I am not excited about it at all. When we moved to Spain, instead of beginning 2nd of primary like I should have done, I began 1st. So I have always been a year older than my classmates. Everybody was telling me how lucky I was because I could go to the discos and have a car before they could. I don't like discos and I don't want a car, so I didn't understand why I should be looking forward to it. Maybe because I know I must make choices, and I'm afraid of making the wrong ones and then realizing it's too late. I know, you will say that everbody makes wrong choices: it is part of life. I'm concious of it, but that doesn't make me like more the idea.
Someone (now I can't remember who) told that time is nothing more than a collections of experiences. My biggest fear is having an empty life. Realizing that I'm old and I haven't done anything that would be worth remembering. That I just let the time go by.
#38: I had the idea for this picture in my head for days, but Sam put it into practice before than I did. Different execution, similar concept: great minds think alike ;)
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Just said goodbye to Rob (who came over with his flashes, brollies and ironing!!) and came up to write my comments here to see two lovely comments left already. Thanks girls :)
I'm wearing Rob's shirt here - the first time I have ever done that. The first time I have ever worn a man's shirt. My ex was/is on the slender side so I always outweighed him. I was always very concious of being the big girl. I don't feel that way with Rob. I'm not embarressed to get undressed in front of him or do this kind of shot. I'm no where near being comfortable in my own skin, but I am comfortable in the clothes of the man I love. I guess that's a good start.
This is picture number 26 of 100 in my 100 Strangers Project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at the flickr.com/groups/100strangers/ Flickr Group page.
It wasn't my usual mantra "ask, just ask, they can only say no" that made me approach Sara - instead there was something about her that melted away any such fears. She radiates friendliness, which, as it turned out, is very much part of her personality. She has a degree in pedagogy, specialising in primary education, and also currently studying speech therapy. Not only that, she's actively involved in her family's horse stud business - but with all of the noise of the shopping area, I didn't fully catch that.
As far as the learning part of this project goes - this photo sent me into a white balance / colour calibration spin. It's something that's been nagging at the edges of my conciousness for a while, and I did use a grey card today - but that green glow from the shop window.. oh dear... At least I noticed it quickly, and moved Sara forward a little to minimise the effect. Then there's the fact that my laptop seems to have different colours since a recent Windows reinstall. I've gone through the colour calibration process several times but ... there is more to be learned and done. I've just listened to an hour-long webinar on the subect, and whilst I feel it was well presented and I learned quite a lot, I suspect that a lot of what I learned is that there is a lot more to be learned. Oh dear 😁 Oh, and maybe a new computer (but that's not going to happen anytime soon)..
Another thing that has bugged me forever, and often shows up in these portraits, is the 4 centimetres taller that I am *not*. Moving Sara forward put me off a step and an extra 2 or 3 centimetres lower - hence, no matter how I tried to get that little pony tail in, it wasn't happening with the composition that I wanted. Sooooo.. that step-stool is coming with me from now on.
Anyway, as I said, Sara was a wonderfully friendly subject, and I hope she likes her photo.
The most personally important photo I've taken.
I've never in my life felt truly alive until this moment. I was completely aware that I was alone and at the mercy of whatever was around me...but I wasn't afraid. I felt at home. I felt like the only human on Earth...that everyone else was somehow alien, and as if it were my planet...and my planet alone. I was concious of the fact that I had ignored all standard protocols to entering the wilderness. I had told no one where I was going, I brought very little water, no food...and not enough clothes. After the moon had set, it was pitch black and I could hardly see my hand in front of my face for about an hour. That kind of darkness at 6000 feet is disconcerting to say the least, so I found a crevasse, and hid inside of it to warm up. When the sun finally peaked, and I could truly see where I was, it was as if I was seeing a different planet for the first time. It was my very own moon landing, and for a split second...I was Neil Armstrong.
The village of Springdale, Utah, in Zion National Park, under a full moon in March of 2010.
Shot taken from 5,000+ ft.
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Catabolis Plutonian just sort of boggled as the woman backed away, head shaking back and forth like a pendulum. He looked at the curtain and then looked back at the surgeon, simply nonplussed. The sudden burst of adrenaline had loosened his lips. "Is there something in the water in this town, or what? Someone needs to do something about all the guns - though not mine. Actually, nevermind. What the hell am I doing here? Good luck with the surgery. Don't, uh, don't get shot again." He shook his head, incredulous, and made his way out.
Catabolis Plutonian stops, reaching into his pocket and scattering some business cards.
Vuthara Eizenhart placed one bag of fluids and another back of blood that was O negative. She then once the small cat had been placed on the metal table she then trailed the ends off, took some tape and placed it in her arm unceremoniously and taped it in there. Then then took some scissors and while she was proffesional in her practice she took this time to be quick. She took medical surgical scissors and cut Kat's shirt open and then very carefully moved to take her pants from the button, trying to unbutton hem and then she started to cut the pants away from her legs as well, she carefully removed all of the woman's closer, any bra's or underwear she wore as well as her socks and her shoes; but it was all very and quite quick. Then Vuthara turned and placed gloves upon her hands and she snapped those latex objects over fingers and prepared herself by closing her eyes, turning and putting on a surgical mask that would cover her face and she wrapped these around her ears. She then turned to look at Kat, assessing what wounds she could.
Shadowkat Wrigglesworth would have complained since these were new clothes as she felt the fabric tear open and then the pants. She had no wounds upon her lower half, mostly just her sides and womb, and shoulder. "No doctors...she mumbled to herself more then anyone else as she drifted out once more.
Keira Anatine looks towards Kat laying on the surgery table upon the brink of death. This did much for the kittens emotions as she choked back a sob like sound and fought with herself not to break down. Fingers curled inwards against the palms of her hands to rake the tips of sharpend claws across her flesh. "No doctors.. She's not a doctor.. She's umm a friend.." She used her most convincing voice to Kat even though the tiger was in and out of conciousness.. Golden orbs shifted towards Vuthara a moment before she twisted around on the heels of her shoes and slender legs would begin to move her body forewards into the next room. Keira did not have the mental capacity to deal with the emotional side of things. So she did what she usually did when she was weighed down with such a thing and took off to find someone to beat the crap out of.
I don't think i conciously noticed the contrast in the white field of snow and the warm rustic tones of the foliage around the path at the time of taking this imaage. To be honest I was just thinking wow frost, snow, sunrise and mist there must be something good in here somewhere.
I was naked when I took this picture,so for me its a portrail of self identity, the mirror is a symbol of self reflection in a concious manner and I follow the conour of the mirror as an overall belief in who I am and where Im at in life. In control.
My first attempt at an animal metaphor
What has this little mouse lost?
Does an angel know?
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Arrrrrrrrrgh! I changing
HELP!!!
I am becoming a capitalist
Well even surrealists have to eat!
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Another note I must give a big nod to
www.flickr.com/photos/petitechose/
Not that I have borrowed ideas but in the fact that her work as surely sub-conciously influenced me.
Although the image is originally dark, you could see it darker just because of the settings of your screen or just because the lights in your room are too bright. Close everything and concentrate on the image (if you can't know, come back and try again), m(o-O)m
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