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IQ - The Wrong Side Of Weird
A sudden unpredictable sky contains the dawn
Seconds in an hour
Counting down before the day is born
Long enough in the grave to be sustained
Science or belief
Reminders of a time we can't regain
Have all the idle dreamers awoken from their dreams
To find they're not alone?
Nothing now is really as it seems
This would always arrive somehow
Problem left unsolved
Radiating in the here and now
And in my memory
Only just begun to understand the reasons why
A one in ten degree
Alternate between the faithful and the fearless
If all the riches and ransoms coalesced
As one were intertwined
You would be the brightest I possess
If all the gold and the silver came combined
You would still define
The colors I imagine in my mind
And in my memory
Under the same moon, lighted on a lunar sea
A one in ten degree
Alternate between the faithful and the fearless
I can't remember
Can't even be him
And chances are slim
That I'm found
No finer substance
No final demand
I'm tired and know
No bounds
Thought that I was pulling through
Though I never had a chance of winning at all
Caught between the heard and the seen
Something out of quarantine beginning to call
In silence, I'm drowning
I'm spinning around and round
Oblivion lies unrevealed
More than flesh and bone can bear together to feel
In silence I'm sinking
I don't think I'll make it down
Riding the meltdown, right in the fallout
And I turn to the fire when I'm spurned
Send out the thing that is driving me crazy
I can douse it and leave it to burn
Daylight dissolving, crawling miasma
On a spellbound and desolate prayer
Somebody somewhere stop me before
I rip away all the soul they've repaired
Time already grows heavy, gravity won't hold steady
Pole people cry for their lives passing by darkly
This belongs to you for he would have loved you as I do
Life as we feared on the wrong side of weird
Binds us two
And in my memory
Only just begun to understand the reasons why
A one in ten degree
Alternate between the faithful and the fearless
Where are you now? Who are you now?
I can't go there
Thought that I was pulling through
Though I never had a chance of winning at all
Caught between the heard and the seen
Something out of quarantine beginning to call
Riding the meltdown, right in the fallout
And I turn to the fire when I'm spurned
Send out the thing that is driving me crazy
I can douse it and leave it to burn
Once every lifetime shadows are lifted
And the daylight disperses the dark
Want to be sure that all I've endured is put away
But where do I start?
Life seems to sometimes take me for a ride and really the best I can do is try not to panic, remember that the answer is 42, and hold on while powers greater than myself dictate the future. I can't imagine that this place was planned, but to me this place became a work of art through thousands of years of monsoons, rain & wind storms. It's a barren an inhospitable place that becomes impassible when wet. On this trip I gained a new found respect for the mud in the southwest. In fact, an understanding, because the night before is when I got my jeep stuck in the mud 11 miles from the freeway as a thunder & lightning storm was rolling around on the horizon.
It was one of those moments where you're driving along on the dirt road and you see some mud and you think, oh there's a little water, but it should be fine. Well, in most cases, yes. In this particular place in the Southwest, you're going to get stuck.
I watched the sunset burn while I tried to frantically dig out praying that the looming thunderclouds didn't come my direction. As I night hiked out the lightning started illuminating the sky with bright flashes. If you've ever been out hiking alone in the dessert with lightning you fell like it's on top of you no matter how far away it is. The primal fear eventually subsided, and acceptance set in. I decided to sleep a few hours on this spot to capture this astronomical twilight scene. Alex Noriega was an inspiration here and deserves acknowledgement.
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Sylvia Plath - Winter Trees
As we raft down the Colorado River many stops are made to hike in the scenic side canyons that flow into the Grand Canyon/Colorado River. In this image (taken by my wife) members of our group hike up the ledges of Havasu Creek. The water has a distinctive blue colour due to dissolved minerals.
This denim dissolves in rain.
I really can’t get my head around why people buy jeans that are full of holes; I know they are fashionable but to pay for holes, come on! It’s like buying a packet of Polo mints, you pay for a hole and you get a bit of a minty sweet around it; beats me. I wonder what happens to all the middle bits.
Seen on Market Street, Manchester, UK.
Dissolved we be,
In death our matter freed.
With our roots upturned,
Our lives are returned,
To fuel another fire.
Though we be but a memory,
Our spark forever burns.
For in each life,
We find another.
Collaboration with my husband Nick in Stout Grove, California.
Montana is pure & wild beauty - Photo of Wilson Peak, taken from Big Sky Resort around 5:30am. The morning was cold, almost freezing but the clouds and fog were slowly dissolving while the sun was coming up behind Wilson Peak.
Frost-covered trees, a light blanket of snow on the ground and formless, misty woodland beyond. A January morning by Loch Awe.
Slowly dissolving steam drifter - -
Built Lowestoft 1920 - - -
Falkand Islands - - - 1960's
Original colour slide - Voigtlander Bessamatic camera - print copied S23ultra
One foggy night recently this scene demanded to be shot. I took a deep breath and held as still as possible and squeezed the shutter release. There's a streetlight behind the foreground tree. I like the spectral look of the background trees.
"You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air. You are simply fading away and I can't even remember your name." - Leonora Carrington
Central California Coastline.
Carmel, California.
f/13 | 11.0mm | 10 secs | ISO 200
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Snow dissolved by the water dripping from the icicles hanging from the eaves of the house. Seen early one morning with an icy glaze over everything. Taken in Trumbull, Connecticut.
Explored March 25, 2015
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"...your heart will break, and you will become foam on the crest of the waves.”
-Hans Christian Anderson
BTS Blog about the making of the tail: aleahmichele.com/uncategorized/bts-mermaid-tail/
I've seen these dissolving photos before & I'm sure I said, at least to myself, that I wasn't going to do one. But I really liked Steven Sites one and wanted to try it. So I decided to do it on this otherwise pretty boring shot. (Although I do like the lighting in it)