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Shot a few of these beautiful Marionettes today, this is one of my faves.
CC. Harrison 14in. lens, fullplate.
Copyright Steve Wilson Photography 2009
Models: Bethany Rand and giant abandoned fish
I'm so glad I had Bethany for this shoot. That fish smelled pretty rotten yet she was brave enough to pose with it.
After a month and several washes the dress still smells. I have no idea how to clean it.
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"Nella nebbia le persone sono come dei pesci. Muti spettatori, incanalati, confinati in uno spazio di cui non si avvertono i limiti.
Nella nebbia si sguazza, si apre la bocca e si respira umido. Persone estranee che annaspano in un acquario bianco che sembra senza fine.
La libertà che non si accorge dei limiti infiniti non è niente più che un affogare nella nebbia"
Da Le storie nella nebbia
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The Roaches, Staffordshire
When everything comes together. Side light from the setting Sun (side light is useful for creating an almost 3D effect in images and what possible better light could you wish for when at the roaches... the jutting rock formations are enhanced beautifully in this kind of light with all of the beautiful textures and geological patterns highlighted.
This was one of those reactive photography shoots which I adore, nothing else gets the adrenaline going when you've got beautiful light which in itself is often fleeting, and then you see a rainbow, which you know is going to be even more fleeting. Then it's just lining up a composition as best you can, luckily this is one I'd already planned, the conditions came together beautifully.
The webs of spiders get knocked down and then the spider weaves a new one. All of her webs are beautiful, but each one is built with a little more experience. I wonder if the spider expects her webs to get knocked down? I wonder if she begins to expect it once it happens so many times? I don't want to find out. I'll keep expecting the best and stay surprised.
So much can happen so quickly.
Things have been interesting lately, to say the least. Actually, I don't know if that would be saying the least. I think that might describe lately perfectly.
Interesting is good.
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One more day down
Everybody has those days
Where one soft sweet song's
Just enough to clear my head
Fall on real life
Is anybody left there sane?
If we slide on over and accept fate
Then it's bound to be a powerful thing
--------Matchbox 20
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God gave us memories that we may have roses in December.
Words by J.M Barrie
Sisters by chance, friends by choice...
Happy Birthday From Us All...♥
♫ - Secret Garden - Dreamcatcher
for Flickriver - Sophie Shapiro
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Just a little daydream to travel to faraway places. Set off with your imagination, you come across a picketed portal to a fantasy world. Sturdy oaks lean in to guide your wandering path. Feathery tendrils of Spanish moss delicately float in the damp air. So peaceful and calming. Stay a little longer; walk a little further - the scene beckons. Let me be your dreamcatcher.
I'm obsessed for these. Bought this
one at the market. I have about 11 now,
I made about 7 :) Way easier than it looks!
The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,
Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.!
If strange men come from the house
To lead her away, do not say
That she is happy being crazy;
Lead them gently astray;
Let her finish her dance,
Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer.!
WB Yeats