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People tell me that my playing is great. That it reminds them of the master Django Reinhardt. What do they know about Djanjo? These people don't know stuff. I tell folks that I play 8 hours a day to get my chops. The truth is I don't practice. I improvise. I make things up as I go. Right now I don't even know what key the band is playing. Nobody cares. Because the truth is Nobody listens. We are just background noise providing some contrived ambiance to this place. You really don't need to like me. I get it.
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“And that’s just what this feels like, a bad scene from a third-rate soap. I half expect to hear the ominous, minor chord before we cut away to a detergent commercial.”
― Karen Templeton
Izzy looking rather regal and serious in between thoughts of food and the droning airplane noise in her head.
Scene 1: Somewhere in an existential bar in Austin. Loud blues band wailing on the background. Other than that, only two people and the bartender are there.
Chuck: Can I tell you a secret?
Juzno: Sure thing.
Chuck: I'm Superman.
Juzno: Wow. Can I have your autograph?
Chuck: No, it's a secret. Remember?
Juzno: Aha.
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way out in the mojave desert, in the middle of nowhere....you are somewhere. happy new year everyone.
nikon D7000 + nikkor 18-200mm VRII. processed in nik color efex + alienskin exposure.
"Layers of Reality"
I was thinking while shooting this about the possibility of multiple realities existing side by side. Sitting just beneath our level of perception, or awareness, may lie the key which unlocks infinity.
"Did you ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real, and you're just a reflection of him?" ~ Calvin and Hobbes - comic strip written by Bill Watterson
...that grew only on dark thoughts but they need constant attention & one day I decided I had better things to do.
~Story People
A Filipino man sits on boxes of delivered goods waiting for the store to open so he can finish his delivery while resting his head in his prayer-posed hands, deep in thought.
Excerpt from brainproject.ca:
Really, Really Good:
Being mindful of the simplest things in life can bring us the greatest reward.
Indulge, with abandon, in experiences that matter most; families, friendships and time well spent.
This is the stuff that memories are made of; really, really good memories. Cherished. Vivid. Unforgettable.
Deep Thoughts:
This is how the artist sees her “Deep Thoughts” travel through her brain very colourfully from the little brilliantly jewelled person in the stem…. Reaching out, moving with a flow of ideas, every minute of every day changing in response to the thoughts that run vividly through her mind. She feels the pastel rainbow of colours have movement like a flashing sign. The embellished gold jewels in the stem also represent a person, who is vibrant and constantly thinking.
Brainature:
A lot of remedies and cures are directly inspired from nature-related events. Penicillin is one of those great examples of learning from nature and working together to create something useful. This is what the artist is trying to trigger with this abstract ''Brainature'' design. Is it coral in the ocean that we should study? Or is it trees on land? To be able to study these unknowns we should go out there and explore! To be able to conduct this vital research, help is needed in every way, shape or form.
Blurred Lines:
A blurred abstract watercolour painting serves as the background, highlighting sections of the brain; highlighting the moments and memories that make up who we are. A growth of iridescent petals, the projection we show the world, casts colourful shadows in its wake. We are multifaceted. We are the idea, the image, and the shadow it casts; the impression it leaves in the mind. When the shadow fades and flickers, what remains of who we are?
One must not be entrapped in the uncertainty of the future and the mistakes of the past. Because what one does in the present can completely change the future and bury the past.
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Moose in deep thought about food.
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as i wandered through amsterdam's streets, i spotted this figure—swift yet steady, deep in thought, the city moving with him. his dark attire melts into the overcast atmosphere, but there's a quiet resilience in his glance. it's a moment of contrast: the soft urban haze, the hard edges of his bike, and that fleeting second of introspection.
I found this weeks challenge a little hard as I have had a difficult week with the funeral of my wonderful uncle, came down with a bad cold and some weird and wonderful dreams from important people and places from my life, I woke up yesterday and wondered if these dreams could be trying to tell me something, then I thought of this weeks theme "Reflections" and came to the conclusion that maybe these dreams were telling me it was "Time To Reflect" on my life, so there you are my contribution to this weeks theme. HMM
through the columns of the city, where voices fade and thoughts linger, he sits. headphones draped around his neck, yet no music plays — it’s the pause between the beats that resonate. the light catches his face, but it’s the shadow that tells the story. i asked for a photo, and he offered stillness in return.
there’s a stillness in his expression, as though he’s carrying the burden of time. the man sits in contemplation, earphones hanging loosely, as if the world around him is playing a distant soundtrack to his thoughts. his hand resting on the bottle suggests both patience and weariness, a moment paused in quiet resignation. the subtle texture of his skin and the soft fabric of his shirt add to the humanity in this scene. shadows blend into the soft blur of the background, making it feel as though he's waiting for something unseen, perhaps beyond the frame—lost in the quiet intervals of life, where thoughts can weigh heavier than anything physical.
NEW ORDER BLUE MONDAY
Lost in space somewhere between Earth and The Milky Way. Somewhere Between the Past and The Future. The Present is New Order Blue Monday.
"And still, I find it so hard To say what I need to say But,
I'm quite sure that you'll tell me Just how I should feel today."
Somewhere in a jazz club in Manhattan
Kikoman San: The good book says he who drinks a lot drinks a little.
Pakuman San: I believe you got it backwards. He who drinks little needs to drink a lot.
Kikoman San: Ah so ... You are most wise, Pakuman San. I think you are right. Hick.
Pakuman San: I agree. Cheers. Hick.
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Well... not really. Or maybe just that indeed. Whatever went down during this shoot, this one shot allways gives me those vibes. This was taken during a photo meetup a while ago with a great friend of mine. We did some candid shots, a few poses and some artsyfartsy stuff. We also explored the way of the Photographer with some training excercises.
This shot, is one of the best i made that day. I wanted a photograph without the fake smiles, funny bussiness and what not. I wanted something real. This was the result, and the result was gritty... I love this photo for many, many reasons.
Model: fotindonl on insta.
Sometimes,
we feel the pull
a quiet ache to speak
with ourselves.
We reach inward,
fingers trembling with wonder,
trying to slip our hands
into the folds of our own soul,
to touch something true,
to find the voice beneath the noise.
But guess what
it’s only an attempt,
a whisper against the storm.
To truly reach that place,
we must walk a path
not paved in ease,
but in questions.
Not straight,
but spiraled,
winding through shadows and soft light.
It is a journey
not loud, but vast.
Not always kind,
but sometimes zen.
Where silence becomes a guide,
and stillness,
a key