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There are points in life when you fixate so much on something so insignifcant in your little life and everything meaningful ahead of you is nothing but a blurred image. You just keep walking on your own path leading to somewhere you don't even care.
Nikon FE/Kodak Color Plus 200/Nikkor 50mm f1.8
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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When we're young we have faith in what is seen, but when we're old we know that what is seen is traced in air and built on water.
MAXWELL ANDERSON, Winterset
The years are long, and full of sharp, wearing days
That wear out what we are and what we have been
And change us into people we do not know,
Living among strangers.
MAXWELL ANDERSON, Elizabeth the Queen
" One's need for loneliness is not satisfied if one sits at a table alone.
There must be empty chairs as well "
Karl Kraus
By Shelby Nycole.
Ok so I'm trying to add more "depth" to my photography but I guess I'm too shallow :) I feel all cheesy when I try to do stuff like this. But I'll throw it out there and see what I get back. Practice makes perfect, right?
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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.
Some things are understood too late.
And they stay with you.
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Ready to get lost? Can you hear the fire crackling? The cool summer evenings that hold a promise for warmth tomorrow but for the moment hold the chill of the air coming off the lake. The silence is deafening even as the fire hisses and pops. It's the kind of quiet where you suddenly find yourself in a trancelike state. Eyes forward, staring off into space when you realize you've been off in thought for a long time. Maybe then you realize just how long it's been since you could hear yourself think... And the smell. The fragrance of damp pine needles, rich soil, and wet air. Holding your hands over the warmth of flame you realize you did it again - lost yourself. For some people it can be daunting to face the silence. Facing the silence means facing the person you often misunderstand the most - yourself. You have to spend time with someone to truly know them. And how do you do that when your life is so full? It doesn't have to be a mountain trip, it doesn't have to be costly, extravagant or complicated. It just takes times. Time to think, to get lost, to find yourself. Your worth it!
xx
Rachel
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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.
Day 98 / 365
" Deep Thoughts"
"Everybody has problems. Everybody has bad times. Do we sacrifice all the good times because of them?.."
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sto·i·cism
ˈstōəˌsizəm/
noun
1.
the endurance of pain or hardship without a display of feelings and without complaint.
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Must have been this time of the year. The cool December breeze. Early in the morning. Everyone was still asleep. The sun was always late. I could smell the coffee brewing. The sound of eggs frying tickled my ears. She was humming the same old tune. I could never make out what song it was. I never asked her. It doesn't matter anymore. She's a long time gone.
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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
An eight point buck easily distinguishable by its forked right brow tine and left arrowhead brow tine. Still with all his tines in early February. He's a lover not a fighter.
© 2017 Rob Castro
Sometimes I wonder ... is that a number 6?
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