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I was born to be making history
Something greater something higher
Ain't nothing gonna stop this fire
“You can’t fight Fate, Mr. Magpie.” it tells him, “That is a truth you must accept and accept it sooner than later… You can’t fight fate..."
the loveliest and best
that Time and Fate of all their Vintage prest,
have drunk their Cup a round or two before,
and one by one crept silently to rest.
(Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam)
Kekeland
I went to the warlord, the one with only one eye.
I asked him the ultimate question. He stared down
at me, grinned, rummaged in his saddlebag, mumbling:
nobody knows about me being lonesome sometimes.
He closed his one eye. Go now, he said, go. Come back
some other time.
KHOP
Una colonia di gabbiani viene a svernare nel parco di Legnano. In primavera se ne vanno chissà dove e ritornano poi in autunno inoltrato.
NordArt 2026
Bernd Reiter, Germany:
Irony of Fate, 2016 (updated 2022), installation: MiG-21, vintage American saloon cars, monitors, sandbags, steel beams, 530 x 810 x 1550 cm
Irony of Fate is a large-scale multimedia installation in which monumental wreckage and streaming news imagery converge in a stark, contemporary tableau. A decommissioned MiG-21 fighter plane lies crashed into two black American limousines, capturing a moment of collision that evokes geopolitical confrontation and global power dynamics. Monitors embedded within the air-craft and vehicles, along with scattered devices and found objects, extend the scene into the surrounding environment like impact debris. The looped footage from current crisis and war zones introduces a continuous media presence that disturbs the somber stillness of the scene. A provisional structure of sandbags and tank barriers anchors the work in present-day European conflict. Both memorial and warning, the installation reflects on responsibility, perception and the persistent circulation of violence in contemporary media.
Bernd Reiter, Deutschland:
Ironie des Schicksals, 2016 (Update 2022), Installation: MiG-21, US-Oldtimer-Limousinen, Monitore, Sandsäcke, Stahl-Träger, 530 x 810 x 1550 cm
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She was drawn to damaged souls and had a fiery desire to fix them. There were those who sincerely embraced her and then some who saw this as a way to take advantage and use her for their own selfish intentions. Little did she know that an unfortunate encounter with a deeply damaged soul would set off her downward spiral. [Read more at jangsungyoung.com]
(DISCLAIMER: Fate is a photo series inspired by past experiences. Check out the photos in the series to know the story. ♥)
Fate Series:
Fate is like a thorn vine..the more you fight..the more it hurts you...
so you can either resist or learn to use it as your weapon.
the decision is yours...
I have been spending some late afternoon, early evening time in a pretty secluded spot on the Lake - bugs of many kinds all over me - trying to locate the Pied-billed Grebe, and watching for any other activity. If one sits still enough, long enough, something is bound to happen…
These very young Wood Ducks ambled onshore and were completely oblivious to me, at least initially. The female with them stayed on the water in a supervisory capacity. Eventually a few of them noticed me, and I slowly brought up my camera while going from sitting to lying down, all in an effort not to spook them. The little photo bomber in the bottom right seemed full of beans, and they stayed for a couple of minutes, before re-entering the water.
There are often three or four sets of Wood Duck young on the water at this time of the year. I especially enjoyed the brief interaction with these ones as I had to misfortune to see a similarly-young duck caught by a Snapping Turtle a couple of weeks ago. Initially I didn’t understand the screaming and thrashing, but with binoculars I ended up figuring it out. It took a while to get that out of my head - I know predation is all around in natural settings, but that was a really unpleasant experience. These guys - who I know may suffer the same fate - cheered me up for the few minutes they were there.
Just as I was about to snap this the breeze blew a branch over the sun giving this superb dappled effect. Just at the right time for the 1/1250 f/5.6 ISO1600 setting.. more luck than good planning.
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I stood back from the edge, not trusting the crumbly soil of the cliffs that have been battered forever by the great ocean. Although you would think I could step from the green grass onto the rock before me, it is an optical illusion. Where the grass ends is a long drop to harm. The day has been flat, colorless, and calm, and so I find myself waiting here at daylight's end, hoping for a show of color, a reward for those who wait. Waiting isn't good for me, for a wandering mind. That most distant darkness, where earth meets sky, is where we seem to look for things to come. The line of delineation is unachievable for me, yet what is there now is slowly coming to me, pulled forward by the moon rising somewhere behind me. Swells pulse into the shoreline, great volumes breaking apart on the rocks. Above me the great vault of cloud begins to separate too, catching the last bends of light from beyond that same horizon, casting an illusion of fluidity around me. I am more accustomed to mountain horizons, to ridge lines or high points that I see and then go to. I used to dare to dream. That I would get the girl, make the money, achieve some kind of notoriety. Time races in these dreams, a jumble of thoughts, goals made of wishful thinking. But fate has its own horizon. Now, I make my expectations small, so as not to be disappointed, and look out there, into the future, and think maybe its better not to dream.
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Shot at the abandoned madhouse Manicomio Dr. Rossetti in Italy. When science made progress in the field of psychology, many Italian madhouses were shut down. The traditional treatment of the patients was no longer acceptable. However, there still is pertinent equipment on site - silent witnesses of a cruel history.
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"Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow