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If these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.
Junot Díaz
I know the joy of fishes
in the river
through my own joy, as I go walking
along the same river.
~ Zhuangzi
There is a deeper meaning to all this o.O
Entry for Surrealism Category, Focus Sea Brook 100K Photography contest.
Recognition
This photo was ranked 1st in the Surrealism Category at the FOCUS SEABROOK 100K CONTEST
“[...] In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.”
― Libba Bray
♫ The Mood
Taken at La Montagna Spaccata
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Inspired from The Leftovers picture
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"Thinking is difficult, that's why most people judge."
- Carl Jung
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Another picture I dedicate to my Muse who challenged me with this idea : posing with my guitar in a street filled with people. An image that brought a sense of peace and comfort to her as soon as she saw it, so much that it inspired us the exact same music when looking at it, without even knowing ♥
Like a melody whispered to my heart, note after note, touch after touch, you are the most enchanting music I have ever heard...
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Based on one of the many challenges Lya gave me ♥
And we’re breathing more
Than we ever have before
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A misty, moody moment of reverie captured on Pacific Beach in Washington state.
"The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself." ~ Henry Miller
After losing all my work to an external HD crash, I lost some really good shots for "Where the Wild Lights Are" collection, refusing to admit defeat I ventured out a few nights back and decided to take some more, this time however, I had utilised something I hadn't had before in my ever expanding arsenal of creative ingredients, a hill.
This brought about a whole new dimension as when I swung the tripod head around onto the other side, it presented a duality in image laying top and bottom, kind of reminded me of Stranger Things, the Upside Down.
I hope everyone is well and so as always, thank you! :)
PS: Let your eyes adjust to the image and the details emerge! ;)
Raccoon
Rock Bridge State Park
Columbia, Missouri
This poor soul is clearly ill; did not move nor flinch during the time I was there.
Deserving of our admiration!
Some days all you want to do is curl up in a corner and disappear. But is it solving anything ? It helps regroup, it feels good for a moment. Then you stand up.
One foot after the other...
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Saint Privat, Poisson Rouge ♪♫♫
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For many New Years...seven now, I have returned to this spot. The first three years were with my partner, who died, now I visit alone. I remember all the wonderful times and love we shared, and move on secure in the knowledge that my heart has the ability to love again, and that a special place is reserved only for Quantamis. Thank goodness our heart space it limitless :)
For many New Years...six now, I have returned to this spot. The first three years were with my partner, who died, now I visit alone. I remember all the wonderful times and love we shared, and move on secure in the knowledge that my heart has the ability to love again, and that a special place is reserved only for Quantamis. Thank goodness our heart space it limitless :)
"Contemplate the marvel that is existence, and rejoice that you are able to do so. I feel I have the right to tell you this because, as I am inscribing these words, I am doing the same."
On a cold Spring Sunday, HSS
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from June 2017. Enjoy!
C’est la face cachée de la terre
qui en avait assez de s’ennuyer
n’a plus tourné puis s’est arrêtée.
Était-ce son bon plaisir
de rendre le ciel fou de tornades
de typhons, le faire pleurer
des pluies torrentielles
à faire fuir les escargots
défigurer villes et campagnes,
rager d’orage la canicule
la terre, hameçon de la mer
et, sur la plage, l’hiver à l’abandon
comme le goémon
en attente de haute mer
ô thérapeutique terre
tes brouillons de lettres
s’aveuglaient-ils de ce mal
sourcier du divin ?
Au soleil, j’offre mon visage
de patiente lumière
mon âme est en soin et,
sur ses ailes enneigées je veille
trempé de sa vierge douceur.
Peu enclin au rêve, n’ai de réponse
à rien ni à personne mais
dans la hâte de chanter
ce que je ne suis plus, dis
ô thérapeutique terre, j’ai beau
sur mon banc de jeunesse
faire le tour de tes cieux,
es-tu lasse de voir courir le monde
au point de le cloitrer, terre
es-tu encore habitable ?
Jean-Albert Guénégan – poème inédit