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Kiss me ′til we both turn to dust

Always the aftermath of desired lust

Hold me, won't you hold me for the night?

I feel so helpless in your hands

Turn on the red lights

Gettin′ lost in your trance

Hold me, just hold me for the night

Oh

I'll be your sinner

I'll be your saint, baby

Oh

A little devil, your sweet angel baby

I′m so so so impulsive

So so so impulsive

So so so impulsive, babe

I have been trying to get fiercely-independent, semi-feral Gracie Jo to come into the house since she became our charge last Summer. She had stepped inside the back door long enough to eat several times, but then cried insistently to be allowed to go out again. She has two heated cat houses in our workshop, but--still--it's awfully cold. When I went to feed her on Christmas Day, her water was frozen in the bowl. I don't know what came over me, but I impulsively scooped her up and carried her inside. She didn't scratch or bite, as would be expected, and here she is on my bed. When I turned off the light, she ran under the bed, and she didn't touch her food, but at least now she knows she has another option. (She's back outside now.)

During the summer, one can go up the Sacramento River Canyon and see the northbound Coast Starlight as it winds up the mountain at first light. On this particular day, there was a reason to be up in the canyon that early for this train.

The day started at 01:00, I was tired, and only running on a few hours of sleep. A little after an hour later, two friends arrived at my place and I hopped in the car. The goal this day: catch a rare set of power on the Coast Starlight with a few specific shots in mind. After driving up and discussing our plans for a few hours, the first sliver light could be seen in the sky. We would eventually reach our first spot at Delta right before the beginning of blue hour. We waited for a little bit, knowing that the Coast Starlight was not far behind us, and eventually it showed up. The chase was on.

The reason we were out this day is kind of obvious. An Amtrak dash 8 leading with the Pepsi Can heritage unit trailing, this definitely constituted an impulsive last minute decision to go up to Shasta. Usually, the Starlight hosts ALC-42s for power, and let's be honest those things are ugly. Besides, it was early summer and the perfect time of the year to go up to a section of railroad that doesn't see a whole lot of traffic.

Going back to the chase, after Delta we wanted a shot at Lamoine, but that was going to be a really close call. With the pedal to the metal up a dirt road and then getting on the highway, the train was actually a decent distance behind us when we got to Lamoine. After setting up, the train would peak out from behind the hill probably about a minute later. We got our shot and continued on, eventually dropping the chase just north of Klamath Falls. After getting Black Bear Diner for breakfast it was time to head home.

The Queen of Hearts ends her day as imperiously impulsive as she started it.

Just one of several sculptures created as part of the Alice in Wonderland Llandudno Town Trail. Holy Trinity Church serves as an excellent backdrop, admirably doubling as The Queen's Castle.

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About; these photo where taken the summer and at the time I considered these photos not good enough at all. Then I went back to these and did a little trick I learned over time in Lightroom.

Finding the proper effect of each picture and some research of bokeh...

Date: 03/10/21

I have been a Catholic deacon for over a year now. What have I learned?

1. The title and ministry means absolutely nothing. Time and space do not allow the person or the title to be remembered. The only meaningful “thing” is the exchange of love in the moment. The proof of this is found in the many elderly people I visit. They gave their lives in service to the Church...and no one is there to remember...and my journey shall be no different. This profound understanding allows “me” to disappear and God’s love to intervene. I witness a raw liturgical moment.

2. I am surrounded by Holiness. When I talk to someone, I seek out the other...beneath the flesh. When, I see them, on holy ground do I stand. This experience is much easier to have with a tree, an ocean, a mountain and a snow storm. As a deacon at Mass, I look out at the people of God and see points of light...as if God is looking at me through their eyes. This is very humbling!

3. I let peace move me, not my impulsive moods, which guides me like a compass. Learning not to speak...letting words sit on the tongue...letting thoughts float away like passing clouds. Slow to speak, slow to anger, and quick to listen-as scripture says.

We took an impulsive trip this week to see the equine setup at Culver Military Academy in Culver, Indiana. We were surprised at the scale and beauty of the operation and the architecture. Everyone we ran into was friendly and we were given a look around inside of the horse facility.

We were shown the current stables which were remarkably elegant and the huge arena and were told we could look into this building which I believe had been the stables previously. I have included it in some abandonment groups as it had that look, though technically I believe it was being used for storage. All the other buildings on the campus were in immaculate condition and the whole place was built with the theme of castle-like architecture, even the new building that was under construction.

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I thought I had created the perfect companion Santa: festive, obedient, almost cute. Everything was fine in the Jingle Bunker: explosive decorations set up, candles lit, lights everywhere. I had even just added the finishing touch to my nuclear tree… when my robotic Santa decided to offer me… a free flight. In a split second, I find myself launched into the air. Next year, I’ll build a robot a little less… impulsive. 🎁😂

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This was a 45 minute impulsive drive from home this afternoon and a new discovery for me. Greens legend Bob Brown bought this land to save it from logging and then gave it to the State. I will go back for a longer look soon.

View On Black

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Enveloped in a sentiment,

a sound that rushes over me.

Engage an impulse to pretend

I have a faith as pure.

Not forgetting what it means to dream.

indulging everything.

Entertaining thoughts that I've the strength

of those I yearn to be.

Cheers and tribute greet the saviours.

Reckless thoughts survive.

Anachronistic and impulsive.

And what will happen?

Will I dream?

I am too scared to close my eyes.

For a second please hold me.

None can change in me these things that I believe.

But I don't know what happens now.

I am too scared to close my eyes.

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"Enjoy times when you shoot impulsively and photograph mindlessly. The edit might reveal more than you think."

- Jack Simon

Loneliness compounds

when my dreams remind me.

Breece McClure

Texture by Connie FK www.flickr.com/photos/old_smartypants/3227182911/

Thank you Connie.

A shot from the Hotel at Turnberry taken on a short Anniversary break there. You can see the Golf Course Clubhouse and the "Saltire" flag at half mast for the passing of Queen Elizabeth. But what attracted my attention was the "red rain" falling across the sea on the Island of Arran. I did extremely well to get a crisp shot as my mobile phone was ringing frantically as my wife was trying to get me back into the restaurant for Dinner!

Oops!, not the most impressive move on your Wedding Anniversary. But she is used to my impulsive activities by now.

🌟 My ARRRRT

Another sentimental and impulsive buy. We used this camera as a learning tool in photo club in my primary school. Not my first camera, but one I really learned something about shooting a photo. I look in the viewfinder, and it was like I met a dear old friend I forgot that exist.

Taken with Helios-40 at f2.8 ish

Fred in golden hour in the park. The light loved him in this shot.

He is not actually off lead as that would be too much for this impulsive boy to handle at this moment in time. His lead is draped behind him (minor cloning done to remove a bit of it that was showing by his right front leg). And his attention was solidly on me because of a high value squeeky toy I had in my jacket pocket.Thanks to Julia for being my dog wrangler for this shot and being ready to pounce on his lead if he got distracted.

So forward it is, without overthinking the destination too judiciously.

Happy New Years! No better day for an impulsive moment and a fresh "beginning again".

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52 weeks: the 2016 edition (theme: new beginnings)

Maybe i’m a little crazy, bipolar, they call me “Two-Faced”; maybe i’m obstinate, capricious, and a little impulsive even if i regret later.

I fight a lot, and sometimes I can be mature and sometimes i’m childish. I can be laughing all day, and i can maker other people laugh. I may be going through my worst moment, but if you’re important to me, I’ll leave everything to make you feel better.

I'm a good friend, and the worst enemy, or thats what the say about me. My virtues usually end up being defects, cause I trust very fast in everyone.

And I’m not sure about any of this, but i can assure you is that when I love someone, I love him with all my heart.

Dirk Braeckman (born in 1958 and closely associated with Ghent) felt that painting was not for him. Just as Odysseus was lured to the rocks by the song of the Sirens, an inner voice lured him to the darkroom of photography. To the magician's chamber that Dutch enthusiasts abbreviate to 'doka'. He felt at home there. Classical rules about tonal value, focus and composition were soon thrown overboard. He started painting with lamps and chemicals, in an increasingly larger format.

With him, every print has a life of its own. In the Kunstmuseum, five photos of the sea hang next to each other. All made from the same negative and yet the differences are enormous. "In my armchair, I often think about art and philosophy, but in the darkroom, I act impulsively," says Braeckman. "I want to surprise myself. Time and again. That is possible with this profession."

What drives a person? Dirk Braeckman does not want to know when he works, but he too must have core images from his youth that do not let him go. He tells us hesitantly about his father. “Unlike me, he was very sporty. He liked to dive deep into the sea. As a child, I often went with him. I would sit on the shore for hours waiting. Or worse, on a boat far out at sea. He didn’t notice it, but I never knew when he would surface again.”

(part of my review in Den Haag Centraal, October 31, 2024)

"When everything around you is crazy, it is ingenious to stay calm"

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Mehmet Murat Ildan

Poor Phoebe! She was the most gentle hearted big dog I'd ever met....and she was no match for the loud and impulsive pup named Luka.

When we returned to our chalet in Amboseli after our evening meal this yellow baboon was waiting right outside our door. Not only that but as can be seen it appeared to be waving at us. Baboons have a reputation of being a little impulsive and they can also be aggressive so we cautiously made a round about route to our room. The baboon slowly moved off seemingly without a care in the world.

Opening my Zodiac Series, here comes ~Aries~!

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Aries loves to be number one, so it’s no surprise that these audacious rams are the first sign of the zodiac. Bold and ambitious, Aries dives headfirst into even the most challenging situations (which is appropriate, since the body part associated with Aries is the head). Like their fellow fire signs, Leo and Sagittarius, Aries is a passionate, motivated, and confident leader who builds community with their cheerful disposition and relentless determination. Uncomplicated and direct in their approach, they often get frustrated by exhaustive details and unnecessary nuances. They like things quick and dirty, a temperament also reflected in their sexual proclivities.

Aries is a cardinal sign that kicks off not only the spring season but also the entire zodiac wheel. Astrologers believe that each sign learns the lessons absorbed by its preceding signs, both joyful and painful. In the case of Aries, however, there is no inherited wisdom: Aries leads with blind optimism, barreling through life with an electric joie de vivre that perfectly complements their distinctive impulsivity.

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There are those who regard me as a man on a mission when it comes to planning adventures. Cycling, hiking and rowing trips have all been accompanied by a detailed itinerary of where we're staying each night, the distances between each overnight stop, the most likely looking pubs along the way, and an exhaustive kit list specific to the adventure. You don't need to carry spare inner tubes or wear a cycle helmet for a long distance rowing trip, and you won’t be wanting your hiking boots to pedal halfway across France either. That sort of thing. You will want your swimwear for a trip to Iceland by the way. Not for the sea of course - not unless your middle name is Poseidon, but there are plenty of opportunities to take to the waters with all of that geothermal gubbins going on beneath the unforgettable landscape.

For me the adventures all start with the planning and the anticipation, which can go on for months beforehand, with excited exchanges of information and all manner of unexpected gadgets being discovered on an almost daily basis. Who knew for example that you could turn an old beer can into a makeshift stove with a bit of cropping and some judiciously placed puncturing of holes? Pour in a splash of methylated spirits, light the blue touchpaper, and it’ll burn just long enough to boil a small kettle or cook a pan of noodles. When we triumphantly completed our first long distance hike in the Scottish Highlands, the walk itself just a week in length, it felt as if the journey had been much longer because of all the preparation that went beforehand. In fact the anticlimax of no longer having a big escapade in the wilderness to look forward to was something I hadn’t really anticipated, and Ali appeared to be considering whether to send me to a grief counsellor when it was all over. The only way forward was to start working on another one. A year later, four of us cycled across a generously sized chunk of France, pitching our tents in beautiful campsites along the way, following the canal path across Brittany to Nantes, and then the Loire Valley trail as far as Chinon before we ran out of time and had to return to work. One night we wild camped on the dry riverbed just outside Saumur and toasted giant mushrooms by the campside fire under the stars. Some things aren’t part of the plan, and the magic just unfolds by itself.

It's a bit like that with photography adventures. The preparations are slightly more relaxed in terms of getting a consensus on which locations are essential and which can be jettisoned if time is against us. But I still find myself avidly poring over maps at every available moment, measuring distances between the flags I've planted, looking at options for accommodation and reporting to my fellow travellers with increasing excitement as the big day gets ever closer. At the moment, I’m forever lost in daydreams over forthcoming photography adventures in the Outer Hebrides, Lofoten, the Iberian Peninsula and yes, you guessed it, Iceland again. None of them are in the diary just yet, but they’re never far from my mind.

As that first trip to Iceland approached, Lee had gently suggested that we keep the itinerary loose and travel either clockwise or anticlockwise according to how the weather forecast looked. Or maybe we should just head right across the south coast and retrace our steps back to Reykjavík at the end of the third day? To add to that, I'd appeared to have completely ignored the Golden Circle. It was a fair point. We'd never been anywhere quite like this before, and the climate is notoriously unpredictable, whatever the time of year. But fixed with a rigid certainty between these ears, Búðir was point 1, Kirkjufell was point 2, and so on all the way around to Skógafoss (point 13, in case you're trying to keep up). I'd even bought a copy of the Lonely Planet guide to the Ring Road.

Lee was driving the campervan as we left Reykjavík and I was on map duties, so all I needed to do was shrug innocently, instruct him to turn left and head for Borganes as we joined the ring road, and three hours later the black church of Búðir was the first object of our attention. From there, the rest would follow by default. I do love it when a plan comes together. Well if it worked for the A Team then I figured it would do for us. Although we raced past point 8. And we went whale watching in between points 4 and 5 at Húsavík, which was impulsive on the financial front as well as being distinctly off-piste. Now how did that happen I wonder?

....the French - German border to Wissembourg for a few hours....One bus stop past my usual supermarket stop at the actual border and I am in a new country, culture, history, heritage, language, cuisine and architecture....

A Luz da Vida

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ZAZ - On ira

Amarrando mi destino

Aferrándome impulsivamente a mis ilusiones, vivo las experiencias que la "supervivencia" me ofrece, y me "ensogo" soñadoramente al amor, a la vida, a la utopía, al destino en sí.

Tying my destiny

Clinging impulsively to my illusions, I live the experiences that "survival" offers me, and I "dreamed" dreamerically to love, to life, to utopia, to destiny itself.

Lier mon destin

Accrochée impulsivement à mes illusions, je vis les expériences que la "survie" m'offre, et je "rêvais" rêveusement d'aimer, de vivre, d'utopie, de devenir.

Legando il mio destino

Aggrappandomi impulsivamente alle mie illusioni, vivo le esperienze che "la sopravvivenza" mi offre, e "sognavo" sognantemente di amare, di vivere, di utopia, di destino.

María

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Eyes: Tville - Perfect

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22.5.2019, Spring, 8x12 inch, acrylic on paper. Detail.

Natürlich ist es wunderbar, einfach mit einem Borstenpinsel zu malen. Momentan bin ich dabei, eher expressionistischer vorzugehen, impulsiver mit deutlichem Pinselduktus. Das passt auch gut zur Jahreszeit, die plötzlich erwachte kürzlich.

Of course it is wonderful to paint with a bristle brush. At the moment I am more expressionist, more impulsive with a clear brushstroke. This fits well with the season, which suddenly awoke recently.

This particular day we had completed what we thought was our hiking itinerary when I made the impulsive decision to travel ten minutes up the road and dump the car at the summit of Hard Knott pass. From there it was just another nine hundred feet of ascent before we reached the summit of the nearby Hard Knott. What can be seen, is our timing was pretty good even if it did mean a decent on the dark. The triangular looking hill in the background is Harter Fell which we had climbed as part of an extended loop earlier in the day.

This image goes back almost eighteen months.

Firstly, huge apologies to those who responded to yesterday's upload. A major 'senior moment' (a lot of those, lately) resulted in me failing to realise I'd submitted the same photo a while back.

I'll endeavour to avoid repeating similar scatter-brained impulsiveness in future!

This was taken on a fairly fruitless Lakeland trip a few years back. I'd wandered up to Red Pike from Bowderdale in the hope that, given sufficient loitering there, I'd be rewarded with some dramatic lighting on the nearby Scafell massif. Despite hours of shuffling around (& eating all my food provisions), the sun never did directly hit my target, even though it made frequent appearances through broken cloud during the day.

Unfortunately, this image exhibits depth-of-field issues & a wee bit of blown-up, distant cloud. The gist of the situation remains, hopefully.

Jubilee Pass

(Southern California)

In tens of thousands of images over the years, sometimes one forces its way back into consciousness by chance, and triggers a memory dump. Such was the case when I sold a print recently, made when I was still shooting film, probably close to 25 years ago. I had made an unplanned, impulsive trip with Gordy, my old pal of well over 50 years now, to the southern deserts of California. Those were the days when airline tickets were dirt cheap, and car rentals and places to sleep even cheaper. For two or three days we post holed through snow near Telescope Peak, sweated up and down the Mesquite Dunes, wandered the Zabriski badlands, the Bad Water salt flats, and any number of other pullouts that just looked good. As always, the need to see more drove us southwards, towards the Mojave and Joshua Tree. Death Valley’s grip held on till late in the day, and we had no idea the distance to the Shoshone motel booked for that night. Coming out of the Valley we hit Jubilee Pass at almost sundown, and I had to pull over for what I was seeing in the rear view. In my recollection I grabbed tripod and gear and ran up the hills to a place I thought looked good. A long lens crowded ridge lines of mountains against a California sunset, and Kodachrome 64 imparted the purple hue of majesty, in shades of Crayola marching westward. A timeless landscape below a timely sky. We would move on as always to dinner and further adventures, as was our custom, but not before savoring for a while the view we achieved, as was also our custom. And I returned home with a little piece of 2 x 3 celluloid that compressed miles and years into a moment. While it’s often hard to know what triggers an emotion within someone else in my artwork, for me it was easy. A friendship of years and miles in a moment. A toast to many more.

Surprise!! This is me in Second Life, a tiny redhead, normally bouncing around like a Duracell rabbit but caught in a moment of reflexion, thinking of my sins in Second Life. Sins stands for Seriously Impulsive Necessities Shopping, a scientific therm for me buying way too many things coz i think it's important hahaha. Amazing pic shot by my friend Maus! Thankie!! And oh, we had so much funs at Lara's hardstyle gig last night. Of course there's a stream lol www.youtube.com/live/AQcW4ATfj14?si=At-UCGG-TaTuNeju&...

We just kind of sense that, 'Oh my God, it's significant!' and photograph impulsively while trying to get the exposure right. Exposure occupies my mind while intuition frames the images :-)

Minor White

Ukraine Matters!

mountain hydrangea, 'O amacha nishiki', j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, raleigh, north carolina

Submitted to The Award Tree New Challenge 44.0 ~ Icy Blue Morph

The Award Tree

Patience is considered a virtue because it involves the ability to endure difficult or trying situations without becoming frustrated or giving in to impulsive reactions.

Patience is vital in interpersonal relationships. It allows people to listen, understand, and empathise with others, fostering better communication and conflict resolution.

Or does patience just allow situations to go from annoyance to raging anger?

Should you deal with things before you reach "breaking point"?

Life is complicated.

HÁ SEMPRE ALGUÉM

The entire world is full of people. It has silenced people that they need somebody to talk. It has sad people that they need somebody that comforts them. It has shy people that she needs somebody, that helps them to win the shyness. It has alone people that they need somebody to play. It has people with fear whom they need somebody for giving the hand to them. It has strong people that she needs somebody, that makes them to think about the best way to use its force. It has adept people that they need somebody to help to discover the best way to use its ability. It has people that they judge that they do not know to make nothing and they need somebody that helps them to discover how much they know to make. It has hasty people that she needs somebody for showing everything to them what does not have time to see. It has impulsive people that they need somebody that helps them not to magoar the others. It has people that they are felt of it are and need somebody that shows the entrance way to them. It has people that they say that they do not serve for nothing and they need somebody that helps them to discover as they are important. Perhaps they need somebody of need you…

the car thermometer showed a rather brisk -7 F when I (very briefly) hopped out to take a few shots this morning.

I have been admiring this spot for a few months, and have photographed it a few times before. but this morning's "sea smoke" (using the term somewhat loosely, since this is fresh water) provided some extra atmosphere.

minolta md zoom 35-70mm f3.5 macro, a lens I have owned previously, and really did not mean to acquire again, but then I saw one for $45 on Ebay. so an impulsive purchase, yes, but not one that required a great deal of rationalization. =)

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An impulsive shot - just happened to have the camera to hand and thought the lighting, unusually dim from just a single low-powered sidelight, was interesting.

I've been grappling with creativity lately. It used to come so easy. I seldom really thought about the process. It just happened. Often it was fueled simply by reacting to impulsive instinct. In that sense it wasn't so much about getting into a creative frame of mind so much as getting into an activity that was likely to yield creative results. Much like priming a pump. Once started, it required no further input. In the first weeks of the quarantine all of that went out the window. I was preoccupied for one, and creative pursuits seemed a low priority in the larger scheme of things. Also opportunities were limited and at first I was hesitant to even bring the camera out of the house. Everything just felt different. I took to shooting furtively, and even trying to conceal the fact that I was carrying a camera. I've since relaxed quite a bit. There's still tension but not nearly as extreme as it was. Opportunities are still limited, but often the biggest limitation is the mind. My impulsiveness has returned. I'm more apt now to act in the moment. I thought the societal shutdown might actually be a good time to explore situations that I might otherwise have shunned. Such was the case the other day when I encountered this figurine. The classic Virgin Mary funerary statue. I passed a small cemetery on my way home for the millionth time and suddenly veered around and drove back to check it out. I had seen several Virgin Mary figurines from the road and one seemed to beckon me in. However up close it seemed dull and rather featureless. But a couple of rows over I noticed this figurine standing in a puddle or rain water. It was as if her gown was drenched from the puddle but she was undaunted. Sometimes these figurines look utterly plastic and unrealistic while others are imbued with lifelike character and emotion. This one was as expressive as any I've seen. The effect was striking and highlighted by the low sun angle and ominous clouds. I was at first annoyed by the sun glare, but ultimately realized that it was transforming the scene.

"Take it, will ya!"

near Fuencaliente

La Palma 2008

Hasselblad 503 CW, Distagon 3,5/60 mm, Kodak TMY 400

Easylith 1+25 onto Fomatone 332 RC

Siena 25 + NH4Cl 15 + carbonate 15 + Lith D 6 + H2O 800 + some Lith B

Selentonung MT1, 1+9, 40 sec

In the end, the second bath was used up and I impulsively added a splash of Lith B. Was a bit too much...

White Canvas by Diconay Boa, the May exhibition @ Nitroglobus

Diconay explains:

Tattoos are jewelry for the skin.

People get them for many reasons: for attention, self-expression, artistic freedom,

rebellion, a visual display of a personal narrative, reminders of spiritual/cultural traditions, sexual motivation, addiction, identification with a group or even drunken impulsiveness. Our current society craves individuality and self expression. And now many people wear their artistic expression.

Tattoos are especially interesting in the virtual world because of its lack of permanence on a virtual mesh body. But someone talented in the digital arts can really make it look surreal and beautiful.

To me tattoos represent creativity, sensuality and this is what I have hoped to achieve in this study. This exhibit is a study of second life tattoos and my interpretation of the work of some tattoo artists in SL.

This is the reason I call this exhibit a White Canvas, representing the bare skin on which will be imprinted memories, emotions and art.

I hope you take some joy from it.

Welcome to my head and heart.

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Sculptures shown by the late Nitro Fireguard

I had to venture out of the house for a grocery and essential items run and while I out I impulsively purchased a very spring like bouquet of flowers while standing in (a well spaced) line at the grocery store.

A little bit of colour makes everything brighter, especially on a cloudy day.

Hope everyone has had a good day and is staying healthy.

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An energetic performance filled with passion where the audience is transported to an underground café in Spain. The illusion is aided, in part, by the exposed brick walls at the back of the stage, not to mention the several audience members who impulsively yelled out “Olé!” For a short while, these exclamations caused heads to turn quizzically, but it didn’t take long for most to embrace these customary interjections of excitement.

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Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Den Haag, Kunstmuseum, P.H. Berlage, Dick Braeckman, 5 B&W photos. People (uncut)

Walking thru the Kunstmuseum The Hague, formerly Gemeentemuseum The Hague) it is sometimes difficult to choose to focus on the delightful early modernist Berlagian flow of space and light or the artworks on display. Luckily there’s photography to balance things out and have it both ways, like in the pic shown here – a light court doing its magic.

Check out Hendrik van Leeuwen's text below to learn about Dirk Braeckman and this work. Thanx Hendrk, also for your narration during the visit to the museum.

“Dirk Braeckman (born in 1958 and closely associated with Ghent) felt that painting was not for him. Just as Odysseus was lured to the rocks by the song of the Sirens, an inner voice lured him to the darkroom of photography. To the magician's chamber that Dutch enthusiasts abbreviate to 'doka'. He felt at home there. Classical rules about tonal value, focus and composition were soon thrown overboard. He started painting with lamps and chemicals, in an increasingly larger format.

What drives a person? Dirk Braeckman does not want to know when he works, but he too must have core images from his youth that do not let him go. He tells us hesitantly about his father. “Unlike me, he was very sporty. He liked to dive deep into the sea. As a child, I often went with him. I would sit on the shore for hours waiting. Or worse, on a boat far out at sea. He didn’t notice it, but I never knew when he would surface again.””

This is number 309 of the Museum and 490 of interiors.

Yesterday I had the impulsive idea of giving Candy a 'complete' make over, actually the only things I changed are her wig and lashes whaha but she looks so different now, I should really take more pictures of her tomorrow!

I love her even more now and I never thought that was possible, her old wig was a little bit hard to handle, this is the wig I first had on Bree, it's one of my favorite wigs ever made (I love Jpop wigs <3 )