Minimal intervention in photos (Post 1 - Comment and fave 2)
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This was made out of the monsoon setting in Kundapur, India. Lying deep in my archives ;-).
The sky comes of 2 exposures, blended together.
I recently finished short prose/essays by Elena Ferrante where she wrote about a subject each week for a year for The Guardian and rather enjoyed her musings on being an author, mother, human, lover of films, admirer of Daniel Day Lewis, and being Italian,
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Once again, I know not what kind of wildflower this is. If anyone can help me I would greatly appreciate it! It was growing by the roadside in the deep part where it would be more moist, and they grew in clusters. I thought maybe it was joe-pye weed, but it doesn't seem big enough.
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Why Does My Soul feel so Bad ... Moby
Need divine intervention
Need to C the light
God Bless
Guy
In the summer of 1864, tens of thousands of Union POWs were dying of thirst at the military prison in Andersonville, Georgia. Suddenly, a spring erupted from the ground within the stockade. The POWs credited its appearance to divine intervention, and "Providence Spring" became part of the established lore of the Civil War.
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I would REALLY appreciate some feedback on this picture because I am really proud of it. Thanks!
Thank you to Dave Toussaint (www.flickr.com/photos/davetoussaint) for the cloud layering.
„K“ and „D“ Towers, Klaipėda, Lithuania.
Design (2007): Edgaras Neniškis, Arūnas Liola, Eugenijus Januškevičius, Rūsna Vaineikytė, Vaida Sasnauskaitė, Design buro „Arches“.
L'uomo uscì di casa a mezzogiorno. Il sole batteva forte e deciso, in giro non c'era nessuno, la città era deserta.
Camminava per le vie vuote portando con sé il suo cartello e ripetendo a bassa voce il suo rosario incomprensibile.
Dalle finestre qualche occhio non resisteva alla tentazione di guardare lo show, annunciato ormai da qualche giorno. Gli occhi sbirciavano l'uomo, poi si facevano irridenti, beffardi, a sottolineare quella che tutti chiamavano "pazzia".
Intanto che camminava per le strade del quartiere, qualcuno si mise anche sul marciapiede, nonostante il caldo, a guardarlo passare. Ma nessuno diceva niente e nessuno si univa alla marcia solitaria dell'uomo.
Dopo che era passato il quartiere tornò a nascondersi, come se non fosse successo niente. Lui intanto continuava a battere le strade, imperterrito. Quando arrivò in una stradina, dopo un'ora che camminava, vide tutto bianco.
Crollò per terra, sfiancato dal caldo estivo. La bocca e gli occhi aperti. Nessuno si accorse di lui.