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Green turns to red
Autumn leaves go to bed
Where the sky meets the earth
Lies the end of the search
Now grey
All colors reunite
Shadows merge with light
When all contrasts dissolve
Time for the story to close
The flames perform their last dances
Everything burns and turns into ashes
Like embers that glow
This is the end of the show
Music Mood
♫ DuoLia | Grey♫
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Picture taken at the new Bella's Lullaby
"Where The Heart Is"
High above the tallest trees
Courage will come your way
It's the need that burns the trust that shines
When you climb out of the shade
Your high awakes the things you wanna be
Where the air is thin and sweeps you off your feet
Where the heart is
When the light's at your side
When the faith is ready
No more guidance
Take the leap of your life
As the ground is shaking
Shaking off your troubled soul
As silence seems to grow
It's the faith in sight, the doubt that fades
As the world dissolves below
Your high awakes the things you wanna be
Where the air is thin and sweeps you off your feet
Where the heart is
When the light's at your side
When the faith is ready
No more guidance
Take the leap of your life
As the ground is shaking
You are falling to the stars, you are falling
You are falling to the stars, you are falling
You are falling to the stars, you are falling
You are falling to the stars, you are falling
Where the heart is
When the light's at your side
When the faith is ready
No more guidance
Take the leap of your life
As the ground is shaking
💖 In advance I want to thank each one of you for your always kindness, support, beautiful awards, favs, and messages. Please know that I see and read them all, even if I do not reply back to them, I appreciate them all so much as well as each on of you for taking the time.
💖 You all mean a lot to me, Flickr would not be the same without you, I can not thank each one of you enough for your constant encouraging and uplifting support that you all give me. I am immensely grateful.
At the moment I am working on doing pictures and putting together an exhibition that I have been so honored to be invited to do later this month. So If I am absent more or less, it is because I am working that project.
💕💖💕 Time has flown by so quickly, I had my first week back at work this week, after having a 3 week long well deserved vacation, it was hard going back to daily routine. I did however have a nice time in my vacation and have enjoyed both traveling abroad with friends, as well as greatly enjoyed nature and being outside in nature close by where I live. I feel fortunate to have nature that close to me..
It only takes a 2 minutes walk from home and I am in the middle of the forest as well as having the opportunity to do a hike or walk up the mountains. It sounds like I am living in the country side, but I can assure you that I am not. I am very close to the city. So from the backside of my house I have nature in all its glory, and from the front-side, I am overlooking the city and the sea.
Oh well, enough about me. I wish you all a wonderful Sunday and upcoming week, and as always I wish each one of you the best and my regards goes out to each one of you.
Take good care of your self as well as one another, be kind as well as thoughtful towards others. We never know what others have been trough or is going trough, so please always remember that. 💕💖💕
💖 Huge, huge hugs, light, peace and love to you all 💖.
Best regards
Lori 💖
I photographed the Torre Velasca from the roof of the Duomo di Milano on a grey morning, with soft light filtering through the overcast sky. The image isolates the tower in color against a black-and-white cityscape, emphasizing its cantilevered top and angled supports. From this elevated vantage point, the contrast between postwar modernism and Milan’s historic architecture becomes even more pronounced.
I captured this scene from an overpass near Bologna Centrale station, across from the signal house with its steel framework spanning the tracks. In the center of the structure a large clock was mounted, clearly visible above the converging rails and electrical lines.
The design of the signal house itself stood out to me, its elevated form and intricate framework contrasting with the dense infrastructure of tracks, wiring, and surrounding urban buildings.
i was one atom my life complete
then the oven went on and i became a layered treat
now i am many atoms broken and bent
from times well spent and times well rent
we look at each other and shake our heads
knowing full well that we have made our own beds
some of us laugh and some of us cry
and we all know why.
soon enough now our atoms will dust
or rust or bust so lets not let them turn to hot ash
instead lets make them food for the angels and song for the last.
Mt. Tamalpais enveloped by fog
The fog over the bay was pretty amazing here. Everything north of San Rafael was basically invisible. San Francisco is under there somewhere.
The drive up Mt. Tamalpais makes for some very interesting shots for someone willing to deal with the drive. I wish it was possible to take sunrise photos here, but unfortunately the road opens at 7 in the morning.
This particular shot was a multi-part panorama from about 4 RAW files.
I long to take you to a secret place
Where we could lay aside our past
We'd throw the world away with all it's pain
To shine like stars through storm and clouds and rain
(Paramore)
everything dissolves but only almost.
That's how I feel at the deli counter, too. If I don't have a number, I melt in front of the salesperson, even if there's only one other person in front of me and another number doesn't make sense.
Dissolve the line, Dissolve the sounds... series
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Standing on the surface
Taking on the malice
Aiming at the fracture
Moving on the surface
Looking for an access
It's revolving
Standing on the surface
Breaking at the surface
Dissolve the line
Dissolve the sounds
Breaking up the movement
Closer panorama
It's revolving
Go away! Go away! Go away! Go away!
What do you want from me today?
Going through the tunnel of another drain
What is your purpose anyway?
Going through the tunnel of another strain
Spiral on the surface
Bouncing in a lead space
It's gyrating
Heading for destruction
Coming up the surface
Taking on the menace
It's revolving
Heading for destruction, more destruction, to destruction
Feel the power!
Standing on the surface
Taking on the malice
Moving on the surface
Looking for an access
Feel the power!
Fuel, Front 242, 1993
Valle Crucis Abbey Ruins
Cistercian monks loved all things austere. Solitude ruled absolute. Finding this remote yet magical location must have at least raised a smile or two amongst the serious-minded bretheren.
Building work got underway in 1201. Eight centuries later and the abbey is one of the best preserved in Wales. Even the monks’ fishpond is still full of water!
From its cloister to chapter house, with striking rib-vaulted roof, this abbey was shaped by the devout nature of its inhabitants. The abbey was also remarkably self-sufficient thanks to the lay brethren. They were happy to leave the choir monks to their prayers while they got on with the job of tending the land. All friends together? Not quite. The monks observed their daily offices in the choir, separated by a screen from the lay brethren who worshipped in the nave of the abbey church.
Far from an easy life, Valle Crucis Abbey suffered a serious fire and numerous attacks but went on to earn a reputation for its appreciation of the literary arts. In 1535 it was ranked the second richest Cistercian monastery after Tintern. By this time, the Cistercians had relaxed their orthodox austerity. A comfortable heated suite was created for the abbot. This new found wealth and hospitality didn’t last long. Valle Crucis was duly dissolved by royal decree in 1537.
Die violette Farbe des Amethysts beflügelt die Fantasie, denn es löst Blockaden und Hemmungen, was besonders im Schlaf die Verarbeitung von Konflikten durch Träume fördert
The violet colour of the amethyst fires the phantasy, because it dissolves blockades and inhibitions, which especially during sleep promotes the processing of conflicts through dreams
“I see nothing. We may sink and settle on the waves. The sea will drum in my ears. The white petals will be darkened with sea water. They will float for a moment and then sink. Rolling over the waves will shoulder me under. Everything falls in a tremendous shower, dissolving me.”
Virginia Woolf
Continued interpretation of my "Searching" photo...
Processed with icolorama, procreate, superimpose & snapseed
Included in;
MOB PAINT MONDAY NO. 43 artofmob.blogspot.com/2015/08/Mob-paint-Monday-43.html
Dissolved Dreams
HDR 7 scatti
Fotocamera: Nikon D700
Aperture: f/11
Shutter Speed: 1.0 s
Lente: 14 mm
ISO: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: Off, Did not fire
Lens: Nikkor AF-S FX 14-24mm f/2.8G ED
The ground we walk on, the plants and creatures, the clouds above constantly dissolving into new formations - each gift of nature possessing its own radiant energy, bound together by cosmic harmony.” Ruth Bernhard
Featuring:
THIRST - Mani Set (shirt & pants) @ Mancave Event (November 17th round)
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Hat: NOCHE. x Eden - Lennox Beanie
Jacket: THIRST-Ryder Jacket
Glove: NOCHE. Knit Gloves Essentials v2
Scene: VARONIS - Last Stop Backdrop
Facial hair from Volkstone
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In the darkest of nights, when waves crash with relentless fury and the horizon dissolves into uncertainty, a lighthouse stands tall—a beacon of unwavering guidance and safety for sailors lost at sea. Its steady glow pierces through the storm, offering not only direction but also a sense of hope. In much the same way, we, too, search for lighthouses in our lives during times of turmoil, seeking security to navigate our own unpredictable storms.
Life has a way of tossing us into tempests—grief, doubt, loss, fear. In those moments, when the path forward feels shrouded, we yearn for stability, for something or someone to anchor us. These "lighthouses" come in many forms: the comforting embrace of a loved one, a cherished memory that reignites our courage, or a deeply held belief that steadies our hearts. They serve as points of clarity, reminding us that no storm lasts forever and that, even in the chaos, we are not alone.
Consider the solace of a parent's words, a mentor’s wisdom, or the steady companionship of a close friend. These relationships act as guiding lights, steadying us when we feel adrift. Likewise, memories—of past triumphs, of laughter shared, of love given and received—shine like distant stars, illuminating our path forward. Even the small rituals that bring us comfort—a favorite song, a handwritten letter, the first sip of coffee in the morning—can remind us that peace is within reach, if only we pause to notice.
And just as sailors must trust the lighthouse to guide them to safety, so must we trust in our own beacons, embracing the security and direction they offer. In doing so, we cultivate resilience and find courage to weather life’s storms. The beauty lies in the fact that these lighthouses are not distant or unattainable; they are woven into the fabric of our everyday lives, waiting for us to seek their light when the winds begin to howl.
So, as we face our storms, let us remember the steadfast lighthouses that guide us—people, memories, moments—that help us find our way back to calmer shores. Their light is constant, and their presence is proof that no matter how rough the waters, there is always a way forward.
From where we write when the word is orphaned and there is an abyss of ellipses opening a fissure in that intimate space between the lines that have yet to be born.
Then there is an orphanage of verses that sigh when it rains and syllable by syllable dissolve on the paper dreaming that they escape along with the tinkling of the drops.
From where one body joins another if the time was already ripe and while one sleeps with the orphaned syllable another uses an umbrella under a flood...With their backs turned, they will never see the same sun. Where inspiration and dreams are born.
Moon~
The Priory Church of Our Lady & St Cuthbert of Lindisfarne
Land was given to the Augustinian Order for a priory in Worksop in 1103, the Priory was dissolved by Henry the VIII on 15th November 1539.
The priory is now the parish church of the market town of Worksop in North Nottinghamshire, the building has an impressive Norman nave and west front.
The lady chapel was restored in 1928 and a new north transept and central tower was built in 1932.
I came across this photo when I was recently looking at the photos of Angel Olsen. I've been thinking about human identity lately and how to preserve your sense of self and sanity with all of these absolutely horrific executive orders that I just feel the constant onslaught of. Cindy Sherman has always had a playful approach to her own identity and her physical self is recognizable from photo to photo yet the human remains and so does the artist.... I posted a photo of a different street moment with the same ad in monochrome that I don't like at all now but I love what I wrote (and this was in 2012):
From the delusional clowns to the duplicates of duplicates of selves, related and jarred up to those dissected by Republican policies. Every moment in every black and white film that we feel happened but never really occurred is happening to us right now because we are all Cindy Sherman.
We wake up everyday and we are all Cindy Sherman and we must feel the devastation of our identities slowly being widdled away and dissolved as easily as simple molecules crashing into eachother then slowly giving up, becoming elusive and transparent. The harshness of reality is that we're going to have to deal with this. You are Cindy Sherman and so am I and so is the person you love most and your worst enemy and the one sitting next to you and the person who knows all of your favorite songs by heart.
It is terrifying, awesome, and it has already happened.
We are all Cindy Sherman and it is a rather grand delusion that anything different could be a possibility. We have forgotten how to be ourselves. We don't remember what it's like anymore to have an individual pain, to not be able to share with the collective consciousness of the world our inner anguish and everyday needs which have become completely ubiquitous...because, after all, we are all Cindy Sherman and Cindy Sherman is in all of us.
Or, as Jeff Mangum sings, "How strange it is to be anything at all." Indeed.
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(...)So open your heart again
And feel the walls dissolve
Something's whispering to you
It's time to let go
Because the only thing that stays the same
Is that everything must change
Everything must change(...)
Matt Johnson The The
The The are an English post-punk band. They have been active in various forms since 1979, with singer-songwriter Matt Johnson being the only constant band member. The The achieved critical acclaim and commercial success in the UK, with 15 chart singles (seven reaching the Top 40), and their most successful album, Infected (1986), spent 30 weeks on the chart. They followed this with the Top Ten albums Mind Bomb (1989) and Dusk (1993).[
You know when you wonder, but what happened to this or that, as if suddenly everything was lost in the fog. In reality then you discover that many composers and musicians have always worked, only that they have experimented with new collaborations, new projects and have not warned you :) Once again I owe it to Spotify, which made me find a cover of a piece that I loved . Hence the research and I discovered in limited edition a triple vinyl, Radio Cineola: Trilogy. One of the three, The End of the Day contains interpretations of a selection of songs by singers from around the world.
And this is the one I chose:
Phantom Walls · The The · Gillian Glover
Gillian Glover is the daughter of Roger Glover and sings this song in Spanish.
Here the original song:
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