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in every part of me
there is a stain you left
you contain my sourness
I endure your shadow
in my dormant breath
I will explode again and again
in your shrivelled heart
like a silent hate that won't leave you
that will be with you always
heavy eyes won't shut
sleepless you will be forever
because I won't let you rest
this is a constant prayer
for you to know how it feels
to be inside my head.
For centuries Tibetan Buddhists have planted these flags outside their homes and places of spiritual practice for the wind to carry the beneficent vibrations across the countryside.
They are written in Tibetan and said to bring happiness, long life and prosperity, enlightenment and protection to the flag planter and those in the vicinity who will also be protected against dangers and negative forces.
Traditional Tibetan prayer flags are colorful squares of fabric with Buddhist symbols and sutras printed on them.
According to ancient Tibetan-Himalayan tradition, as wind drives the flags, prayers are unleashed to the heavens, carried by Wind-Horse.
As the square flags’ edges start to fray and the vivid colors begin to fade, all the prayers are said to be released.
These flags are stung together and hung outside temples and homes.
They may be placed either inside building to increase the spiritual atmosphere or outdoors where the wind can carry the sacred prayers.
A typical prayer flag has at its central image a horse bearing three flaming jewels on its back, known as “Wind-Horse” which lends the flags their Tibetan name, ‘lung-ta’.
The three jewels symbolize Buddha, Buddhist teachings and Buddhist community (the equivalent of Tibetan trinity).
Five different colors are used in the prayer flags which represent five elements, or five different postures of Buddha: space (blue), water (white), fire (red), air (green) and earth (yellow), and five different elements, earth, water, fire, cloud, sky.
These five colors also represent five directions, five wisdoms, five meditative Buddhas and five mental attributes.
Around the horse are 20-odd matras-powerful ritual utterances – each dedicated to a particular deity.
The flags are usually renewed each Tibetan New Year.
These flags are colorful reminders of truth of life, that we are here with this precious life for some time only.
This picture was shot at the time of sunset, in Leh, capital of Ladakh, in the Himalayan hills.
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Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.
I want you to stay
I want you to go
I can't make up my mind
It's driving me mad
I'm going the flow
I can't even decide
All my big decisions always ruin my life
Gets harder with time
All my big decisions make me act like a child
Decisions decisions all the time
Looking up at the ornate domed ceiling of the sanctuary inside the newly-completed Holy Trinity Greek Orthodox Church in downtown Columbia, South Carolina.
Featured on Columbia's WIS News 10 7:00 Report (9/21/11).
Combinado de motivo Boreal de Quimera de Náyades, con el cuadradito de Sindac.
Agradecer a ambas por estas dos delicadezas, también a ' mi kissi' por echarme una manita allá donde más la necesitaba....;0P
Podéis ver sus maravillas aqui:
www.flickr.com/photos/nayades71/ : Quimera de Náyades
www.flickr.com/photos/24141150@N03/ : Sindac
Taken from the inside :) - The room of the clock mechanism, actually. This was what I could take through a wodden door :)
#64 in interestingness (on 2007-06-30)
Be careful opening packages - some might have little furry black & white Piranha puppies.
Thanks to Sandra's comment on my "Puppy Ouzo" set, I dug up this shot that my husband took of 10 weeks old Ouzo.
Chris was trying to send in a rebate for a computer case, so he cut the UPC bar code from the empty box - creating the perfect hidaway for the ferocious canine.
I miss that pink thunder he had on his nose. I don't miss those needle sharp fangs.
Week 2 / Squares
52 Weeks of Pix
~ A box without hinges, key, or lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid. ~
J. R. R. Tolkien
another inside installment for the taong bundok...and yeah.....c Andrew...the kid whom i photographed alot when we were in Cebu.
my new series..."mga taong bundok" (People of the Mountains). shots of people who lived in mountains and rural places.
Copyright© 2009 mackphotography | Mack Cortel
So my Images are lazy but I'm really busy. I bought new shoes today so obviously I had to take a picture of them:)
Proud! I heard the (physical) mailbox, checked it and it was there. The new zoom.nl magazine. The biggest magazine in The Netherlands in amateur-photography. I took it out of the wrap and it smelled good, better than ever! This is the interview in Amsterdam with me: 6 pages with photo's of which 1 photo was taken during the interview/streetphotography-session.
In stores in Belgium and The Netherlands in a few days.
Posting this one to help cheer a friend up...you know who you are. She's a bit on the down side cuz she didn't get to go to prom...inside joke.
Anyways, this is quite possibly the most embarassing picture i've ever posted of myself...so that certain someone better appreciate it.
For My Face is My Canvas: Emulation #19.
For some reason when I saw the photo that was chosen, this was the first thing that came to my mind. Then began the task of locating the little bag of spiders that I had tucked away in my "craft shelves of doom".
I'm feeling better today, I think I just needed a day to feel cloudy. Today I'm off to officially start my marathon training with a nice 10km run!
forty six.
We are all beautiful.
This was taken as part of the I am Beautiful Project, created by the amazing Amy Spanos. I know the photo is supposed to represent our personalities, but I chose to portray the idea that beauty does not come from what we wear, or our style, but from our natural bodies, no matter what shape or size--though I feel this does have aspects of who I am in it.
Amy, if you ever read this, you are inspiring in every single way. You were one of the first Flickr members I ever followed on a daily basis, and each one of your photos are absolutely wonderful. You put so much effort into your descriptions, and are truly a kind and caring person. You are beautiful, inside and out, and I could only wish to be as talented as you.
It's difficult to see what I've done here, I've taken a piece of rolled felt and attached a bead a either end and then tied it to the longer strip of thicker rolled felt that acts as the base for this piece...whew!!
Not much Photoshop here (except some correction for lighting).
It is the reality of frightening madness and beauty.
The town hall of Oegstgeest used to be a sanatorium for the mentally insane. This beautifully ornamented cage has a rather morbid history. It was put in place after several of the former patients of the sanatorium committed suicide by throwing themselves over the balustrade.
The ghost of an eerie past dwells in this place.
The Junee Locomotive Depot was built by the New South Wales Government Railways when the line from Sydney opened to Junee in 1878. On 29 September 1947 a 42 road, fully covered roundhouse was completed. This was the last steam locomotive depot built by the New South Wales Government Railways. As well as being the depot for locomotives on various branch lines it was strategically important being located half-way between Sydney and Melbourne. On 9 July 1993 the State Rail Authority closed the depot.
In December 1994, Junee Council leased the roundhouse with part of it sublet to Austrac Ready Power who restored several ex State Rail Authority engines at the site as well as rebuilding engines for BHP, Port Kembla with the other part set up as a museum.
Following Austrac Ready Power ceasing in September 2000 the depot lease was taken over by Junee Railway Workshop.
Since April 2010 Junee Railway Workshop has been overhauling a fleet of eighteen 48 class locomotives for GrainCorp.
The building features a 100-foot turntable, and part is still used for commercial reconditioning and the rebuilding of locomotives.
Source: Wikipedia
Many feelings flushed through me, I couldn't think straight, I didn't know whether to feel sad for his death, or happy that he is gone forever. I was ready to walk away when Mrs Allen said "But hold on Floyd, before your father died, he told me to give you this." she held out her hand. In her hand was a key. The key was old, rusty and web ridden. It took me a while to look at it before I recognised to key and where it would lead me to. Snatching the key out of Mrs Allen's hand I ran into the house. Down the stairs. Along the many corridors. Around the corner, and there it was. The door the key was for, panting, I slowly walked up to the door. Mrs Allen managed to keep up behind me, watching as I gently put the key into the door. "Clunk" went the lock as the door slightly opened, I opened it more. Hoping it would reveal a deep secret of my family's I swung it open. All that was behind the door was a wooden wall. "No." I said "This isn't right."
"What's not?" replied Mrs Allen trying to calm me down.
"There was a room down here, it's where my father kept his most prized possessions, it must be here!"
"I am sorry Floyd," she put her hand on my shoulder, I pushed it off, "but after your father's possessions were taken away, they boarded this place up."
"But there must be," I stopped speaking, noticing something in the corner of my eye I turned, an axe. Without a second thought I picked up the axe and began hacking away at the wall. Mrs Allen screamed in shock, watching me demolish my father's house. The hole was big enough, I clambered through with Mrs Allen right behind me. Inside was barrels, many barrels. Inside of the barrels were stacks and stacks of money, there must of been millions or billions in there. Beside me Mrs Allen picked up a letter and handed it to me, the letter read
"Dear Floyd, by the time you read this I would have been gone. I am sorry for not being a true father to you and everybody else in the family. I know that you will never forgive me, but that is not what I am asking for. All I am asking you for is to take all of this money and use it to help you. This is all I can do to still be a father to you, lots of love Dad."
Hope you like it :D
One of the things I admire the most from Anton is his GREAT capacity to reach deep inside of himself and always manage to keep everything in a Zen vibe, positive and calm...
No matter if he's sad, passionate, mad, frustrated, afraid, super happy, impatient... no matter how crazy things around him get, he will always know how to keep it in a good level... by having a serene, meditated dialogue with his soul and his mind.
Unlike me, for whom emotion runs wild... I'm the one whose heart, soul, mind, fear, joy, etc... they all talk loud and crazy, creating some havoc until they run the show sometimes... leaving a whirlwind... sometimes good, sometimes not as much.... LOL.
I guess it's true what they say about opposites attracting each other!
:-)
Anton about to try his first pair of glasses ever... while on our trip.
Barcelona, Spain.
Taken with a 3G iPhone
Day 262 of the 365 Journey
Every single one of us has the devil inside. It’s special days like this when we celebrate this otherwise hidden secret. Just remember to keep it under control; once released it hard to regain your composure. Trust me….. I know!
I’m finally done with Halloween. It’s a been a long month (or more) of costumes and I’m spent!
Happy Halloween!
Strobist INFO:
Shutter Speed 1/200
Aperture 2.8
ISO 100
Lens – Tamron 28/70
Focal Length – 53mm
White Bal – AUTO
Setup time: 15 min…
580EXII at 1/32 (35mm) with snoot approx 4ft above subject
Flashpoint Monolight 1220 with gridded snoot at 1/16 power subject left aimed at shoulder.
Flashpoint Monolight 1820 with gridded snoot at 1/16 directly in front of subject above camera aprox 5ft away.
45’’ silver reflector directly in front of subject leaning against tripod
Lights and camera shutter release triggered via Pocket Wizard’s
By an Auto-Takumar 35/2.3. Processed in various ways from two photos by hand (no filters/layers). Amongst other tricks I was trying to process the base of the flower-pot to float in space, neither inside, nor outside.
This is one of my experiments. I wanted to control the low key, I mean, controling the darks without losing detail on the shadows.
Some people, when they're watching my photographs, sometimes they said "hey, I don't understand this one". My answer always is "But... you don't have to."
I don't want to be rude or something...
Diane Arbus said once: "A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you the less you know."
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Este es uno de mis experimentos. Quería controlar la clave baja, es decir, controlar los negros sin perder detalle en las sombras.
Algunas personas, cuando ven mis fotografías, a veces dicen "Hey, no entiendo esta". Mi respuesta siempre es "Bueno... no tienes que entenderla."
No quiero sonar borde, o algo así...
Diane Arbus dijo una vez "Una fotografía es un secreto sobre otro. Cuanto más te dice, menos sabes."
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Wazir Khan mosque - Lahore - Pakistan.
A beautiful masterpiece of Mughal architecture during there rule in Indo-Pak subcontinent.
This mosque is about 450 years old, and now is the national heritage of Pakistan.
I took this shot on a Sunday, all natural light, no high-tech post processing in involved.
I like this shot due to its fine details in the artistic masonary work.
I experimented the other night with soap paints again. I haven't used them since the Day of the Dead Soapsicles.
These soaps are painted on the inside so the design will last a long time before it gets washed away.
"There is darkness and death in your eyes,
what have you got buried inside?
The shallow grave in your soul,
the ghosts that have taken control.
You really should have dug a little deeper there,
body parts are starting to appear and scare the child inside away.
Each tear that flows down your face,
trickles then picks up the pace,
and turns to a river inside,
a river that will not subside.
I can hear that dreadful overflowing sound,
and watching from afar I see a child is drowned.
The child inside your heart.
I can see you drifting away,
heading for the light.
I can see you drifting away
every night.
Why were you always inside?
On days when the weather was fine.
And while we were running around
you were nowhere to be found.
You know you should have taken all your dolls to bed,
well you were made to play games with your soul instead.
The child inside you died"
Depeche Mode - The child inside
[2008]
Canon EOS 400D
Tutti i diritti sono riservati all'autore dell'immagine di cui sopra
古くより天神さまの神前で書初めを行うことを「天満書」といい新年に当り天満宮の神前にて書初めをし書道の上達を願う。
2日から4日までの3日間で約2000点の作品が奉納され、家庭書初めも含めた4000点を超える作品は、1月下旬より廻廊及び絵馬所に展示される。出品作品は、当宮宮司と古谷蒼韻、日比野光鳳、池田桂鳳、杭迫柏樹、真神巍堂、山本悠雲、日比野実各先生により審査が行われ、優秀作品には天満宮賞等の賞が授けられる。
Fudehajime-sai and Tenma-gaki are held from January 2nd to the 4th. On January 2nd, people pray to Sugawara no Michizane for calligraphy achievement and do their first calligraphy of the year, kakizome. Works of calligraphy are displayed inside the shrine from the 2nd to the 4th, and also they are examined and some of them selected by famous calligraphers, and for public recognition.
That which is closer is out of focus - that which is further is in focus - Inside The Crystal Building. www.thecrystal.org/_html/
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This is one large flower measuring 9 inches across.
Lighting: Simple lighting with one Yongnuo strobe in a 24 inch soft box at camera left at 9:00 o'clock. Fill light came from a hand held mirror at camera right. Triggered with a Yongnuo RF-603N.
I've photographed a lot of plants and flowers, because they're all around us, work cheap, and never complain. I have an album of these subjects with over 900 pictures, and for each one, I have described how I lit them, in case you're interested in that kind of thing.