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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!
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Rachel
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I saw this structure on an aimless walk and stopped to wonder.
Not because it was remarkable, but because it resembles life.
Well… at least mine.
A dystopian construct, cold, mechanical, brutal in its design.
A tower not meant to be climbed easily, maybe not at all.
Its first warning is the lock, sealed and distant.
To me, that lock has always been the chaos I came from.
The violence of the Middle East, the protests, the bombs.
The years of watching my world bleed.
It wasn’t just a barrier, it was the thing that kept me in.
Locked into a path. A geography. A profession. A trauma.
Then there are the thorns.
A crown of metal, bureaucratic, sharp, and senseless.
Each point a checkpoint. A passport stamped with suspicion.
A file confiscated. A night visitor pounding on the door.
The years I stayed just sane enough to keep documenting,
just mad enough to know I had to leave.
And I did leave. I climbed.
And for a while, the way was clear.
A straight ladder, rung after rung.
And now I’m close. Close to the top.
A new country, a good job, a quiet life.
It’s good. It really is.
But still I find myself asking:
What comes after the top?
Because we can’t fly.
There’s no platform up here. No wings.
Just air, and the quiet realization
that once you’ve escaped the thing that shaped you,
you’re no longer sure what to do with the freedom.
So we fall. Or we jump.
Or we climb back down.
Or worse, we go in circles.
A never-ending loop of successes and failures.
And that’s what haunts me.
The full circle.
These days, I walk alone, camera in hand.
The same Canon 5D Mark II I once carried into smoke and fire.
Now it’s just me and it, wandering quiet streets, wooded paths, stairwells to nowhere.
I don’t shoot with purpose anymore. I don’t chase headlines or history.
I walk, aimlessly sometimes. It's strapped across my shoulder.
A weight I welcome, the only thing that feels genuine in this new life.
This camera is the only witness I have left.
The last thread connecting who I was to who I’ve become.
It knows where I’ve been, what I’ve seen, what I’ve survived.
It was there when the shouting started.
There when the bullets came.
There when I bled.
And it’s still here now.
A friend in exile.
A ghost that sees me.
A silent companion that reminds me,
Not just of what was, but what should have been.
And in that moment, standing beneath this tower, I raised the lens toward it.
Was I trying to see myself beyond the metal crown?
Or should I have looked down?
Finding the version of me still bleeding at the base?
I didn’t feel like a photographer anymore. I felt like a fraud.
Like I was borrowing a language I used to be fluent in.
That camera once gave me purpose. Now it gives me questions.
I don’t know what I’m trying to capture anymore.
The present? The past? proof that I still exist between them?
But I clicked the shutter anyway.
Because maybe standing in that tension,
between who I was, and who I’ve become,
is the only truth I have left to frame.
I don’t know what comes next.
But I know the tower is real.
And for now, I’m still standing.
Somewhere between the base and the top.
Fragments - 10
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
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 I wonder ... is that a number 6?
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In this black-and-white composition, the ropes symbolize the invisible forces that shape and bind our thoughts. Are we held by external hands or by the intricate webs we weave within our own minds?
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"Contrary to what most people say, the most dangerous animal in the world is not the lion or the tiger or even the elephant. It's a shark riding on an elephant's back, just trampling and eating everything they see."
~ Jack Handy
There’s a thrill in unraveling the layers of understanding
a beautiful way to wander through this world
to glimpse the unseen
to pause and feel something shift
She came seeking inspiration through photos
and for a fleeting moment
I saw her in a way I never had before
bold, radiant, unexpected
A zebra
Not just in black and white
but in all the hidden hues that live between the lines
I hope she sees what I saw
I hope she sees herself
wild, rare, and wholly alive
Look closer
The world whispers more than it shows
One of my favourite shots ever just because of the ladies at the front- Una de mis fotos favoritas, por las mujeres que estna sentadas al frente
Are you still listening? Are you still breathing? Imagine. It gets quite lonely. It makes perfect sense. All that it seems is a dream within a dream.
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Walking through my quiet neighborhood in Niittykumpu, Espoo, I didn’t expect to feel the weight of an old memory pressing down on me. But as I stepped beneath Haukilahdenkatu bridge, something about the way the darkness enclosed me, with only a thin gap revealing the sky above, pulled me back to a life that feels both distant and near.
A past where the shadow wasn’t cast by a bridge but by prison walls. Where the only glimpse of the outside world was through a small barred window. A patch of sky—just enough to remind you that freedom existed, but not enough to reach it.
I wasn’t there for long, but long enough to know what it means to be trapped. And long enough to never forget those I left behind. Journalists, activists, voices that refused to be silenced. Some were released. Some remain locked away. Some—too many—will never walk out again.
For so many of us, the greatest dream wasn’t anything else but simply to step out of the shadows and feel the fullness of the light. Again.
Fragments - 02
Foreground Settings
Nikon D3300
Focal 18-55 Used 18
ISO-800
Exposure 5 Seconds
F/3.5
Sky Settings
Nikon D3300
ISO-100
F/3.5
Exposure 25 Seconds
Focal 18-55 Used 18
The Orangutans are two species of great apes known for their intelligence, long arms and reddish-brown hair. Native to Indonesia and Malaysia, they are currently found only in rainforests on the islands of Borneo and Sumatra, though fossils have been found in Java, Vietnam and China. They are the only surviving species in the genus Pongo and the subfamily Ponginae. Their name derives from the Malay and Indonesian phrase orang hutan, meaning "man of the forest". The orangutan is an official state animal of Sabah in Malaysia. Fruit makes up 65% of the orangutan diet. Fruits with sugary or fatty pulp are favored. The fruit of fig trees are also commonly eaten since it is easy to both harvest and digest. Other food items include: young leaves, shoots, seeds and bark. Insects and bird eggs are also included.
Normally I don't like to shoot animals with bars or fences. I always try to avoid these objects like in my previous images. But in this case I wanted to show the expression of this great Ape. Ofcourse a bit sad. But looks like she's having some deep thoughts...
Orang-oetans zijn een geslacht van de mensapen met lange armen en roodachtig, soms bruin, haar dat voorkomt op Borneo en Sumatra. Er zijn twee soorten: de Borneose orang-oetan op Borneo en de Sumatraanse orang-oetan op Sumatra. Tot voor kort werden ze als ondersoorten van dezelfde soort gezien. De naam Orang-oetan is afkomstig van het Maleise Orang Hutan, dat bosmens betekent. De naam wordt buiten Indonesië wel afgekort tot orang, een woord dat in Indonesië gewoon mens betekent, met het gevolg dat een Europeaan zich beledigd kan voelen als een Indonesiër hem als orang betitelt. In veel talen wordt vaak ten onrechte een 'g' toegevoegd: orang-oetang, waarschijnlijk door het rijm. Orang-oetans klimmen van alle mensapen het meest in bomen. Ze zijn erg intelligent. Het voedsel van de orang-oetan bestaat voornamelijk uit vruchten, boomschors en insecten, vooral mieren.
A man's conviction can lead him to great good or great evil.
Model: actor Brian Christopher
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In this captivating evening portrait, the soft glow of the phone illuminates the subject’s face, creating a beautiful contrast between his thoughtful expression and the blur of the surrounding world. The warm streetlights softly merge into a dreamy bokeh, while the sharp focus on the man makes him appear absorbed in the digital space. The photo evokes a quiet moment of solitude and reflection, where the subject is both grounded in his surroundings and momentarily distant, lost in the light of his screen. The calm intensity of the setting underlines a sense of personal space and urban stillness.
My buddy Pat is back again and this time he is in deep thought. When you need to stop and think for a minute, find a local restaurant on the water, go under the deck, turn a stool over on its side, sit down under some small Canon Speedlites and think for a minute. That is what everybody does, right? This was a super quick shot because I had to rush right after work to get to my son's T-Ball practice. Thanks again Patty B!
Camera Info:
Canon 7D, Sigma DC 17-70mm 1:2.8-4 Macro HSM @17mm, f/6.3, 1/50s, ISO 100
Strobist Info:See Setup Shot here.
-Canon 430EXII Camera right and in front of subject, 1/2 Power, @24mm zoom, about 8 feet high, 5 feet away from subject through 40 inch Wescott softbox.
-Canon 430EXII Camera left and behind subject, 1/2 Power, @105mm zoom, about 7 feet high, 10 feet away from subject fired bare.
-Canon 430EXII under and behind subject lying on ground point up at 22.5 degrees pointing at the background wall, 1/16 Power, @24mm zoom.
-Flash was triggered with Interfit Strobies.
This is a reedit of one of the oldest shots in my stream. It really shows how far I have come with Photoshop. The origional RAW is very bright, though proper adjustment of the exposure yields an image with no clipping. It is the first image that I really started to learn to unlock the power of Photoshop, but wow, looking back at it, I wasn't very good at it. This has always been a favorite photo of mine, and the origional has actually been my desktop image for a long time. I always wondered why this shot wasn't more of a hit...now I'm able to separate myself a bit more from my work and can see that the old one had major flaws.
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I've been feeling really lost and depressed past few months in terms of my career. I've been trying to hold on and stay still until it all ends. I've been praying a lot and I've been asking others to pray for me. And I've been trying to convince myself that my calling to work with people that have learning disabilities and mental health problems is a real thing. I specialize in complex and challening behaviour. I remember every person's face that I've ever worked with. I remember every person's smile. Their tears. Their grin when they've achieved something.. I also remember those people saying that I make them feel “normal”. I make them feel proud of themselves. And I just smile back and sometimes give a hug or a tap on the shoulder as a sign that I'm proud of them. I believe that those are the reasons why I do what I do for living..
Because I care. I care about the fact that God gave us all a purpose in Life. And that implies for EVERONE of us, also for those who have mental health problems and/or learning and physical disabilities.
Society is afraid to touch or to hug a disable person. People are scared. Scared of what?! Of other human beings that are physically or psychologically different?! But why...?
I understand how disable people feel. When you have a problem that is ongoing, eventually people turn away from you. They don't even ask how you're feeling anymore. Because they don't know how you'll react.
I've seen this advert on TV lately and I always stop whatever I'm doing and watch it all. It makes me think. It gives out a clear message about people with mental health problems and how society reacts to their illness. It might make you smile and it's good.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dTgAGeNRpw&feature=related
There's another video that might make you cry. But REMEMBER, this is so real and so true..
www.youtube.com/watch?v=gwuv-19XJiY&feature=player_em...
I must be brave to admit that I really miss work.. My future is still hanging in terms of my career.. I have a NEED to help people but it's all put on hold.. I don't need people to LOOK 'normal' and 'be normal'... To me, EVERY face is beautiful. And I mean it. Every person's body, face and smile looks beautiful to me.
On Sundays at my community church I meet Karen. She's blind. And when I talk to her, I always look at her eyes. And I don't care that she can't see me back. Her faith amazes me.. She's such a strong person. And she's only been Christian for the last 4 years or so. When people are dropped in Life like Karen was, they normally turn away from God and become bitter. She did the opposite. She decided to THANK God for being alive and gave her Life to Jesus.
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