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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.
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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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Fear lives within us. It distorts reality, steals the ability to enjoy, consumes time and strength. And yet — it convinces us it’s truth.
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Tbilisi is the capital and largest city of Georgia, situated in the eastern part of the country along the banks of the Kura River. The city has a rich history that spans over 1,500 years and has been influenced by various cultures and civilizations throughout the centuries. Tabor Monastery is an important religious and historical site. Known for its serene atmosphere and spiritual significance, the monastery is situated on the picturesque Tabor Hill, offering breathtaking views over the city and surrounding landscape. Established in the previous century, Tabor Monastery is a popular destination for hikers and nature enthusiasts who traverse the beautiful path leading to the monastery. The hillside location provides a sense of seclusion and tranquility, essential for the spiritual practices of both the monks and the visitors who come for prayer and reflection. The monastery complex features a stunning church characterized by traditional Georgian architectural elements. The architecture combines Georgian and Byzantine styles, with elegant frescoes, icons, and ornaments reflecting the rich culture and religious art of Georgia. The monastery serves as a venue for religious ceremonies, pilgrimages, and daily prayers. In addition to its religious functions, it also acts as a key community center engaging in social and educational activities.
A photo of a boy and a priest sitting together on a wooden bench at the Tabor Monastery near the National Botanical Garden. The morning sun gently shone through the garden. The boy, no older than nine, sat on the left side of the bench. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead as he held a small candle tightly, as if it were a precious treasure. His eyebrows were furrowed in deep thought, and his eyes had a dreamy look. Perhaps he was contemplating what wish he would make once he lit the candle. On the right side of the bench sat the priest, an old man with a serene face and eyes that could tell many stories. His chin rested on his walking stick, a pillar of support in both a literal and figurative sense. He seemed lost in thought, his gaze resting on the many cobblestones of the monastery. Perhaps he was thinking about the lessons he wanted to impart to the boy, or reflecting on the challenges and triumphs of his long life. The bench they sat on was more than just a seat; it was a meeting point of two worlds. No words were needed; their proximity and the shared silence spoke volumes.
Tbilisi is de hoofdstad en grootste stad van Georgië, gelegen in het oosten van het land aan de oevers van de rivier de Koera. De stad heeft een rijke geschiedenis die meer dan 1.500 jaar teruggaat en heeft door de eeuwen heen vele invloeden ondergaan van diverse culturen en beschavingen. Tabor-klooster is een belangrijke religieuze en historische plek. Dit klooster, bekend om zijn serene sfeer en spirituele betekenis, ligt op de pittoreske Tabori-heuvel en biedt een adembenemend uitzicht over de stad en het omliggende landschap. Het Tabor Monastery werd in de vorige eeuw gesticht en trekt vaak wandelaars en natuurliefhebbers die het mooie pad naar het klooster bewandelen. De heuvelachtige locatie draagt bij aan een gevoel van afzondering en rust, wat essentieel is voor de contemplatieve en spirituele praktijk van de monniken en de bezoekers die naar het klooster komen voor gebed en reflectie. Het kloostercomplex omvat een prachtige kerk die wordt gekenmerkt door traditionele Georgische architecturale elementen. De architectuur van het klooster is een combinatie van Georgische en Byzantijnse stijlen, met elegante fresco's, iconen en ornamenten die de rijke cultuur en religieuze kunst van Georgië weerspiegelen. Het klooster dient als locatie voor religieuze ceremonies, bedevaarten en dagelijkse gebeden. Naast zijn religieuze functies fungeert het ook als een belangrijk centrum voor de gemeenschap, met betrokkenheid bij sociale en educatieve activiteiten . Foto van een jongen en een priester samen op een houten bank bij het Taborklooster vlakbij de Nationale Botanische Tuin. De ochtendzon scheen zachtjes door de tuin. De jongen, niet ouder dan negen, zat links op de bank. Zijn donkere haren vielen slordig over zijn voorhoofd terwijl hij een klein kaarsje stevig vasthield, alsof het een kostbare schat was. Zijn wenkbrauwen waren gefronst in diepe gedachte, en zijn ogen hadden een dromerige blik. Misschien dacht hij na over welke wens hij zou doen zodra hij het kaarsje aanstak. Aan de rechterkant van de bank zat de priester, een oude man met een sereen gezicht en ogen die vele verhalen konden vertellen. Zijn kin rustte op zijn wandelstok, een steunpilaar in zowel letterlijke als figuurlijke zin. Hij leek in gedachten verzonken, zijn blik rustend op de vele kinderkopjes van het klooster. Misschien dacht hij aan de lessen die hij de jongen wilde meegeven, of reflecteerde hij op de uitdagingen en triomfen van zijn lange leven. De bank waarop ze zaten, was meer dan slechts een zitplaats; het was een ontmoetingspunt van twee werelden. Geen woorden waren nodig; hun nabijheid en de gedeelde stilte spraken boekdelen.
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
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Sometimes I wonder ... is that a number 6?
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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.
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.
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
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?
The woman and the sea
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