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Something that i normally don't do.
But i just have to promote this sim a little because it's BEAUTIFUL!
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My first droste with the 5Dmkii, and my first droste using my slightly reworked version of the SubBlue PixelBender filter. The filter needs some tweaking, it is mishandling some of the transparent pixels.
I know this is a repeat of one of my old popular images, but I always wanted to do it over without the HDR. I'm not sure this is the final redo either. ;)
By the way, I did not do any touching up on my choppers. When I posted the first version of the Eternal Scream in 2006 I got so many negative comments about my teeth that I eventually went and got them whitened. Then last night I made sure to brush twice and floss before the shoot. I don't have great teeth to begin with, but at least they are a little better now. :)
National Portrait Gallery London. Very camera friendly. And only asks for a donation to enter. It's beautifully lit, and a cinch to snap.
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Our lives become nothing less than a dream,
Every day so good that physical reality becomes a seemingly questionable phenomenon,
We carry on,
Convinced we are living out a life of mere hallucination, in which the missing part of each others mind is brought forth
We live an eternal dream.
The one I speak of resides here:
A BW composition of my previous work. This suffers from significant loss of detials, however wished to see how it would come out this way.
Close your eyes, give me your hand, darling
Do you feel my heart beating, do you understand?
Do you feel the same, am I only dreaming?
Is this burning an eternal flame? Eternal Flame
Sandstone slot canyons are such an iconic symbol of American southwest and their images can easily become a visual cliché. However, every photographer can still have his/her own unique vision and personal interpretation of the beauty of this wonderful landscape.
I detailed the making of this image in my Blog Post
This photo is selected by Apple to showcase the incredible details and vibrant colors of the Retina display of the new Macbook Pro laptop computer they have just announced.
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Those of you who have been following us for a while probably know that we're big fans of lens flare - but this is hands down the best we've ever done. An 'outtake' (for some reason?) from our Beach Bliss story shot for Fixation Magazine in Maine last summer. One of our very favourites from the trip.
Tumblr / Facebook / Etsy / Ama & Mak on Instagram / Beach Bliss
Nikon EM + Kodak Ektar.
May 27, 2012.
“Mom, can i sleep at grandma's today?”
I heard on the bus this morning...
when I managed to turn around to see the child, that made me go back to the past with just one sentence...
She was no longer within my reach.
I traveled far...
When did time go by and make us adults full of boring priorities?
We fight every day for something that we don't know if it's what we really want...
When in fact, grandma's house is what everyone would need to be happy.
Grandma's house is where the hands of the clock take a vacation with us and spend the minutes unhurriedly arriving.
Grandma's house is where a simple pasta and homemade bread get different flavors, delicious...
Grandma's house is where an innocent afternoon can last for an eternity of games and fantasies.
Grandma's house is where the cupboards hide old clothes and mysterious tools.
Grandma's house is where the closed boxes become chests of secret treasures, ready to be unveiled.
Grandma's house is where toys rarely come ready, they are invented on the spot.
Grandma's house, everything is mysteriously possible, magic happens and without worries.
Grandma's house is where we find the remains of our parents' childhood and the beginning of our lives.
Grandma's house, on the inside, is the address of our deepest affection, where everything is allowed.
That luxury no longer belongs to me - unfortunately - it will live with me only in memories.
Even so, if I could place an order now... any order of all orders in the world, I would order the same thing...
Can i sleep at grandma's today?
❤️
Image by But Natural Photography
Words by: Saulo Subirá
i am completely obsessed with sunsets right now :)
♥
"how happy is the empty vessel's lot,
the world forgetting by the world forgot.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
each prayer accepted and each wish
resigned"
~ Alexander Pope
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Face up on a Pullip for Moonfairydolly (I upload the face up pictures later ^_^)
I got eyes and the wig for the face up colors and I'm so in love with this wig from leeke. She looks so eternal! <3
An Eternal Farewell
JUNE 4TH, 2013
by OMAR BINNO
Photo captured at:
Peaceful Shore – The Forgotten Gardens
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“For such is the way of it; to find and lose, as it seems to those whose boat is on the running stream.” – J. R. R. Tolkien – The Lord Of The Rings
Summer waned and fall drifted in
Beneath a crisp blue sky,
The days grew short, the world yawned wearily
And the wind began to sigh.
The branches of trees bent laden
With leaves of autumn gold,
The long star-filled nights
Were wondrous to behold.
On a day in mid Autumn
The sky burned aflame,
Yet shadows veiled the path
From whence my love came.
Her auburn hair
Wound like strands of mahogany
As it curled its way
Down shoulders of ivory.
The sea lapped in her eyes,
A deep blue-green,
A child’s simplicity abounded in my love,
That no mortal eye has seen.
In a dream I saw,
A messenger in white
His snowy hair and beard flowed long
His garments shone with light.
Knowledge I read in the wells of his eyes
And they twinkled blue as sapphire.
A silver trumpet rang in the night
And the vision kindled fire.
I, the Stray Wanderer, beheld my destiny
For my love had come, at last.
My cup overflowed with gladness
And my burdens fled into the past.
As the messenger departed
I thanked Fate seven times seven,
And the stars glittered like diamonds
On the high beaches of Heaven.
For here at the end of Autumn
Summer laughed anew in me,
On an angel’s wings my love had come
And she was mine to be.
The days turned gray, the world a soft white,
Snow blanketed the air.
The wind blew cold, the grass fell withered,
And the branches of trees grew bare.
Then a long sunless day
Began to unfold
And doom came upon me
Unforetold.
The messenger returned
His voice boomed like thunder
“Alas, Alas!
I must rend your paths asunder.”
I saw with consternation
His robe ashen black
“What you have received
Fate will now take back.”
Then my love spoke words
Of farewell without warning
She would thus leave
And I would wear mourning.
The heart of my love was not given to me
Of that, at last, I felt sure
Beyond the gates of Eternity
This parting would endure.
Winter dragged to its bitter end
As countless times before
And of its cold and desolate days I sang,
For summer sang in me no more.
As a ship setting sail from havens lost forever
This tale has journeyed to its end,
Other tales and other loves I may find
But this love will come not again.
Château de Versailles, France
This is Marie-Antoinette's Fake Rustic Village at Versailles. Small house, farm, lake, flower...there is Marie-Antoinette's dream or utopia.
Hairdresser's shop in the Westbahnstraße in Neubau, the 7th district of Vienna
Vienna and Death have a very special and close relationship. Georg Kreisler sings about this in his famous song "Der Tod muss ein Wiener sein" („Death must be a Viennese, just like love must be a French lady...“).
"The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life."
Jean Giraudoux
Have a great weekend!
Lenten Cloth, Dominican Church, Vienna
Liturgy is daring to use old words which we would not have thought of or found ourselves, words which have been handed down to us in an incalculably long tradition which is often doubious, words such as "holy", "Holy Spirit", "grace".
We have no glory,
we have no name
but the name of Jesus, the Lord.
We have no glory but his cross.
Great is the mystery of our faith -
he was made public in the flesh
and justified in the Spirit
and he appeared to the angels.
He was proclaimed to the people
and he found faith here in the world
and he was taken up in glory.
If we have died with him,
then we shall also live with him.
If we hold firm, we shall reign with him,
then we shall live and reign with him.
If we deny him, he will deny us.
We may be faithless - he is faithful,
for he cannot deny himself.
We have no glory,
we have no name
but the name of Jesus, the Lord.
We have no glory but his cross.
...
[This song is composed of fragments of ancient hymns quoted by Paul in his letters, cryptic verses, probably dating from the time of the earliest communities of Christians.]
Transformation to vernacular language(s) and exact choice of wording by Huub Oosterhuis.
Model is Rose.
"Death is our eternal companion, it is always to our left... The issue of our death is never pressed far enough. Death is the only wise adviser that we have. The thing to do when you're impatient is to turn to your left and ask advice from your death. An immense amount of pettiness is dropped if your death makes a gesture to you, or if you catch a glimpse of it, or if you just have the feeling that your companion is there watching you. Ask and your death will tell you that you're wrong; that nothing really matters outside its touch. Your death will tell you, 'I haven't touched you yet.' "
~ Carlos Castaneda, The Teachings of Don Juan
i am completely obsessed with sunsets right now :)
♥
"how happy is the empty vessel's lot,
the world forgetting by the world forgot.
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,
each prayer accepted and each wish
resigned"
~ Alexander Pope
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