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You're a falling star, you're the get away car.
You're the line in the sand when I go too far.
You're the swimming pool, on an August day.
And you're the perfect thing to say.
And you play it coy, but it's kinda cute.
Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do.
Baby don't pretend, that you don't know it's true.
Cause you can see it when I look at you.
And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times
It's you, it's you, you make me sing.
You're every line, you're every word, you're everything.
You're a carousel, you're a wishing well,
And you light me up, when you ring my bell.
You're a mystery, you're from outer space,
You're every minute of my everyday.
*guyz dont forget to download the song =P
Dedicated to u RoOoRz ;*
This was a shot that I took a few years back, but somehow it is still relevant as ever in the age of the pandemic. With non-essential shops closed due to the circuit breaker / partial lockdown measures, this is a common sight everywhere now in Singapore.
Some grain was intentionally added to give it a bit of the silent, eerie feel.
I walked into the room.
The room was so dark that
you could not see your hand in front of you.
But you could see hope through the floorboards
Taunting you.
I walked into that room with my friend,
The camera.
I walked into that room and I set the timer for the longest Available.
And I spun around.
This is what I saw. This is what
My camera found.
Hold Everything Dear.
There isn't democracy anywhere
in this world
They will find you and yours
They will own you.
The billionaires own everything.
There is nothing left but
Glimmers of light between the floorboards
You can dance on a Saturday night
But You Are
a prisoner in this postmodern world
My facial recognition will be a bunch of
mismatched curvy lines.
With no direction.
Words by me. Photography by me. Original Art by:
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"I am Desire, am I not?
That is what I am; that is what I do.
I make things want things.
Where I touch, things want and need and love-
drawn to the objects of desire
like butterflies to a candle-flame." - Neil Gaiman
Blue boats at Porthmadog Marina
A harbour town situated on the Glaslyn Estuary, Porthmadog is rich in maritime history and is an excellent base for touring the surrounding area. It has a number craft shops and restaurants. The town was named after W.A. Maddocks whose ambitious "Cob" embankment scheme led to the town's name, which translates as "Madog's Port". In times gone by, it was a vital, busy shipping port for the international slate trade, brought down from Blaenau Ffestiniog. The maritime history depicts its proud past.
“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.”
~Winnie the Pooh
Everything comes to an end. Be it a year, be it this former inner-German border... or my roll of HP5+.
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Ilford HP5+
Kodak HC-110 Dilution E
9´, 18°C
Leitz Summicron - C 40mm/f2 (1972-1977)
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My house is built on hallowed ground and land that was reclaimed from the sea. It suits the essence of me and calms my spirit to walk in my garden knowing that it was left for many years, an abandoned place until the house was built and the stony and sandy ground where nothing much grew except ancient plants; wild flowers that blew in on the wind. Then someone planted trees from all four corners of the earth and plants that should not have survived began to flourish as if the roots of these trees breathed new life into the earth. There have been only a few guardians of this magical place and I am honoured to be the current guardian. At first I tried to plant what I liked; tried to enforce my will on this holy place, but in time I realised something … you cannot force a garden to grow; to bend to your will. A garden evolves slowly over time of it's own accord mostly and we, as guardians, should allow it to guide us. In this way I have found peace and happiness here and I embrace the changes of my ever-evolving garden. I seldom buy anything new to plant. I wait for the winds; I wait for the seasons; I witness the changes and I grow and evolve as a person in much the same way as my garden does. It is a joy to anticipate each new season; each new wind; and to see what appears. There is always something unexpected appearing. Life is full of surprises; of serendipitous moments. I wonder sometimes about these old trees. I think whoever planted them was guided and perhaps the garden welcomed the dappled shade on what once was a desert. Certainly I feel myself sometimes directed to introduce a new species. Perhaps I am guided also by a hand that I cannot fathom. We are not meant to understand everything. If we allow ourselves to just be, we may find, without effort, how our path unfolds with relative ease. I have found this to be the case. All those years of struggle and now I can just let go … it really is that easy to be content.
p.s. I was compelled reluctantly to remove a Laburnum tree that I thought might be harmful to my cats. I had always wanted such a tree with it's beautiful yellow flowers … but in it's place a Forsythia grew with a profusion of yellow flowers. I did not plant it! Magic? Yes, I believe so! : 0)
“I like gardening. It’s a place where I find myself when I need to lose myself. “
– Alice Sebold
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=xbx6aXhocew
IN ABANDONED PLACES - Raison d'Etre
Please enjoy the unique experience of this video.
Lieber Rolf, ich denke du wirst diesen Film zu schätzen wissen! : 0)
“We leave our footprints in a place to mingle with the echoes of all that went before; our heartbeats; our rhythm; the patterns of our lives.” - AP
I wander in the wilderness
my garden of delights
a jungle by the turquoise sea
a land so flat; the moon at night
shines down with silvery fingers
and touches the ground with magical spells
and come the breaking dawn of morning
all ills are banished and all is well
the dark and mysterious creatures
who loiter in the dusk
emerge in brilliant sunshine
with all-seeing eyes; an elephant tusk
protrudes and scythes the longest grasses
parts the meadow like the ancient sea
leaving behind a trail of crimson
flowers of sorrel and sweet harmony
reigns here as the King of the Jungle
seeks solace in the afternoon siesta
ignores the urban sounds outside
these walls; these trees; a back-firing Fiesta
alerts the songbirds from their idle rest
they flitter and flutter from tree to tree
and as I lie within the striped hammock
I swing and sing low to the sound of the breeze
a mist arises suddenly; springs up from the sea
settles a cloak; an air of mystery
around the shoulders of myself and the limbs
of the ancient trees as I sip my Pimms
I can barely keep my eyes from closing
the warmth of the air so cloying and deep
I find myself falling gently to the humming of bees
as I lapse now into a soundless sleep
I awake to find the blue sky black
lit by a billion diamonds or more
an infinite guide is laid out before me
the wisdom of ancient celestial stars of yore
some say when we see them
they have already died
long ago before our ancestors
what does this imply
do our eyes deceive us
or are we psychic or perhaps
we are more knowledgeable than we realise
all we need falls easily into our laps
but still we often ignore
the instincts that are given
override them; divide them
dilute them; we're driven
to only see clearly to the end of our noses
we fail to stop often to smell the scent of the roses
take stock; stand still
absorb the nature of all living things
for in this garden I discovered
nature brings happiness and happiness brings
peace of mind; plentiful bounty
the sweetest fruits of the earth
the love that will bind us
circumnavigate the world's girth
here I find every day all that I need
the flora; the fauna; all that set seed
and I've no desire to be anywhere else
as much as I desire to be here
in this garden full of Heaven
there is love; there is goodness that I hold dear
from the humblest of creatures
find the beauty in a fly
sing so loud like a blackbird
view the world through a child's eyes.
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My artwork is a blend of 4 of my photographs taken in my garden
This is the end of the floral spring series. The next pictures will bring us a change of subject.
I invite you to watch.
It was only a week ago I got caught in a blizzard. But now it's 20 degrees and the whole worlds gone green.
Timing is Everything
Running like clockwork...
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Cairns mudflats. I took a series of images of this intriguing place and keep dipping back into them. An ugly wasteland of a beach to some - fascinating and quite beautiful to others.
For other things and further elaborations, visit (and like):
Arrival at Glacier Perito Moreno
*Patagonia Series
Most of the pictures of this Series were taken from a large distance, because everything in Patagonia is huge and wide open. Sometimes it was not really easy to get closer and I had to zoom in as much as possible. I had a wide angle lens. Anyway, these are unforgettable memories.
Silent House
The Chicks
Everyday that will pass you by
Every name that you won't recall
Everything that you made by hand
Everything that you know by heart
And I will try to connect
All the pieces you left
I will carry it on
And let you forget
And I'll remember the years
When your mind was clear
How the laughter and life
Filled up this silent house
Went into Blues Point on Thursday morning and got a nice moody dark sky.
This is a single 3.5 minute long exposure, well before the sun broke the horizon.
Hope you like “Silent House”
Cheers, Mike
At the San Diego Zoo and San Diego Zoo Safari Park in California, dogs have been helping ambassador cheetahs since the 1980’s, starting with the first pairing of male cheetah Arusha and female Golden Retriever Anna. The zoo’s four cheetahs and three dogs, and the safari park’s eight cheetahs and four dogs, have been proving that although unlikely, this friendship is one that is saving an endangered species.
“Each dog and cheetah have a unique relationship, however the goal is always the same: for the dog to give the cheetah more confidence,” Janet Rose-Hinostroza, animal training supervisor, told Tale by Tail. “The domesticated nature of the dog creates a comfort for that animal when in the presence of people or in our environments.”
Bahati and Willow were introduced in 2015 and do everything together except eat.
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EXPLORE #158!
So hear this please
And watch as your heart speeds up endlessly
And look for the stars as the sun goes down
Each breath that you take has a thunderous sound
Everything, everything's magic
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I finally got my new Ipad pro for drawing, taking commissions for speccy snapshots now <3
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This if for Ana who finished her 365 project today.
(she made the t-shirt I’m wearing, she’s also selling them)
Dear Ana,
it doesn’t happen very often that people who inspire me are also inspired by my work. I remember discovering your stream shortly after you started your 365 project. I don’t know how I did, but I know that I liked what I saw. For a few months you were only one of many contacts I had, whose pictures I looked at, but who I didn’t really know anything about. That changed when you took a photo for me on my birthday, a photo that says that I amaze you. Suddenly you weren’t just one of my contacts anymore, suddenly I took a closer look. I’ve seen a lot in your photos ever since, I’ve seen memories and feelings and thoughts and situations. But most of all, I’ve seen you. I still wouldn’t say I know a lot about you today, but what I can say is that you’ve shown me so much. I looked at every single photo you uploaded during the past months, I read every description. And there is something so special about you. You have the ability to tell things about your life through your photos, while you still keep so much to yourself. As if not to reveal too much. That’s what I admire. I often feel like people either know instantly what I’m talking about when I upload a photo, or they have no clue at all and it doesn’t really make sense. But maybe that’s just one’s impression of the own work. Either way, I want you to know that through your photos, you’ve given me so much. You might not know it because I feel like I’m not really good at commenting or staying in contact with people anymore. But what you should know is that I’m interested. You once told me you’re always happy when you read that I’m good, and that applies to me too. I’m interested in you and your life, I’m interested in your photos. Even when I don’t show it. But I’m pretty sure you already know that. I hope you do. When I first discovered your work I remember thinking „she deserves so much more attention“ and at some point, I remember seeing the number of comments and favourites increase day after day, which made me so happy. But to be honest at the end of the day that isn’t really important. I love that you never really talk about stuff like that. That you just seem to live your life, take those photos for yourself and share them with the world, which I am very glad about. That’s what shows me that you are a beautiful person inside and out.
I am a bit sad that this project ends today, because I always looked forward to your new pictures. In fact I have spent quite a few nights refreshing the photostreams of my favourite photographers, waiting for them to upload. And you have been one of them for a long time.
Congratulations, and most of all all my respect, for completing your 365 today. It is something I’m sure you’ll always look back on with pride, and that’s exactly what you should do.
It doesn’t happen very often that people who inspire me are also inspired by my work. But when it does, it is almost beyond comprehension for me. And I think I cannot express in words how much it means to me that you once told me I inspire you, too. Because you really do inspire me with your wonderful work.
I did something today I haven’t done in a very long time: I sat down and created something I have been thinking about all day. I used pencils, a typewriter and my camera and when I was done I was so happy. You have inspired me to do so, Ana, to finally put everything into a photo again. And that’s why I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I have been waiting for this day in so long and if it weren’t for you and your photos, I think it would have taken me even more time to get to it.
(This is also the reason why I haven’t completed and uploaded something for four other amazing people on here who finished their 365s a while ago. If you read this, you guys know who you are. I have been thinking about you a lot lately and I’m sorry I am so behind on everything. I promise I will get around to finally doing something like this for all of you very soon, in honour of your 365s and because you inspire me in general. It just wasn’t the right time for it these past months, and now it is.)
This is an image from my Fragments project.
Knowledge consists of fragments of information, of facts, of experiences. We arrange these fragments in some order and we get a narrative which forms into knowledge. If we arrange fragments in a different order, we will get a different narrative. But all the information remains.
“We who lived in concentration camps can remember the men who walked through the huts comforting others, giving away their last piece of bread. They may have been few in number, but they offer sufficient proof that everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms -- to choose one's attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one's own way.”
― Viktor E. Frankl
“Attitude is a choice. Happiness is a choice. Optimism is a choice. Kindness is a choice. Giving is a choice. Respect is a choice. Whatever choice you make makes you. Choose wisely.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart
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Beyond the Blue · Josh Garrels
"Because everything here ain't quite it seems
There's more beneath the appearance of things..."