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The Gehry Partners-designed apartment and townhouse complex known as Prospect Place, immediately south of the power station.
Somehow, this young woman looks older than her years. One wonders if people from years gone by, who lived with death in a much more visceral way than we doing now (most of us), experienced life in a slightly different, more intense, more introspective way than we do now. Certainly I imagine some did.
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Introspective Perceptions Romantic Mysticisms.
Hilflose Ängste nachdenkliche stille Schwäche erstaunliche Täler nackte bescheidene Flügel glitzernde goldene Blüten balmy absteigende Knie,
totus pallidus somnum soluens decoris votis ardentibus querelis contagionis antiquae matutina nebula thymiamatis innocentes multos fontes,
Tempo d'avvolgimento d'aria tremolante arrossire salute dainty ore reputazione tesori esaltazioni fiduciari diavoli maledetti dannati leggi di contraffazione,
غليبينغ الثعابين ميسديدس تدمير الشياطين تهاجم الشفاه العنيد اللحم قلوب مخزية الصبر الأسرار المروعة الأبواب البشعة مغلقة,
Faux et larges fanatiques, les égoïsants flatteurs prennent des braves avec des lettres méchantes qui flétrissent des exemples ruinés,
危険なソネットは、最後の弱い欲望を罵倒病気を召喚します。痛ましい談話を欺く人間の種.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Una mirada al interior, oscura, desconcertante, me siento desaparecer y no puedo hacer nada, estoy perdida y atrapada.
You watch any group of primates (even humans) and you soon find exemplars of personality types. I watched this one for a little while and he seemed, sadly depressed, and alone. I felt like I wished I could give him a hug. At the very least he was deep in his thoughts and never looked up.
From the exhibition Introspective Retrospective by Tomoko Takahashi at the De La Warr Pavilion.
This part of the exhibition was called Clockwork but I like my title better!
Santa Chiara is a religious complex in Naples, Italy, that includes the Church of Santa Chiara, a monastery, tombs and an archeological museum. The Basilica church of Santa Chiara faces Via Benedetto Croce, which is the easternmost leg of Via Spaccanapoli. The church facade of Santa Chiara is diagonally across from the church of Gesù Nuovo.
The double monastic complex was built in 1313–1340 by Queen Sancha of Majorca and her husband King Robert of Naples, who is also buried in the complex. The original church was in traditional Provençal-Gothic style, but was decorated in the 17th century in Baroque style by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro. After the edifice was partially destroyed by a fire after the Allied bombings during World War II, it was brought back to the alleged original state by a disputed restoration, which was completed in 1953.
Famous is the cloister of the Clarisses, transformed in 1742 by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro with the unique addition of majolica tiles in Rococò style. The brash color floral decoration makes this cloister, with octagonal columns in pergola-like structure, likely unique and would seem to clash with the introspective world of cloistered nuns. The cloister arcades are also decorated by frescoes, now much degraded. (Wikipedia)
I was born in the rich part of the world. It was pure luck, nothing more. Here, a human being is granted countless privileges simply by the place of birth, the color of skin, or the faith they follow. The politicians who now lead much of this wealthy world speak in loud slogans about raising walls, sealing borders, and pushing away the poor and the foreign, as if they were the source of all our problems. Yet the real fault lies in our fear of sharing what we have, not only our wealth but our comfort, our space, our voice, the illusion that we deserve more than others.
What we rarely admit is that much of the wealth we defend was built from centuries of exploitation, of land, of labor, of people who never had a choice. We have taken resources, dictated laws, and drawn borders that served us first. Today, when those who were excluded come knocking, we call them intruders instead of witnesses of our history.
What we truly need are doors, not higher walls. Doors that allow exchange instead of suspicion. Doors that remind us that safety and dignity lose meaning when they are not shared. Until we understand this, we will keep believing that privilege is proof of worth, mistaking the luck of our birth for something we have earned.
To open a door is not an act of generosity, but a small gesture of justice. It means recognising that the comfort we enjoy is tied to the discomfort of others. It means listening instead of lecturing, repairing instead of fearing.
Thank you, Collins, for our chat.
Prints on sale at Fine Art America:
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Now and then I've suffered imperfections
I've studied marble flaws
And faces drawn pale and worn
By many tears
© Bryan Ferry 1979
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A striking portrait of a woman in a white ribbed tank top, captured with a focus on her serious expression and the textured fabric. The blurred green window background adds depth and a sense of introspection.
I feel like I'm top of the world! Except I have acrophobia so with that feeling of top of the world comes feelings of nausea and dizziness haha.
Last few days have been totally mental. Started off with me finally getting the results from my Masters exams - PASS! That was a shock because I was really ill during the exams, got panic attacks every single day, heavily drugged up and couldn't complete the paper for two of my courses. When I saw my statement of results, I was so shocked but grateful, I burst out in tears :D
Then it was end of Ramadan (which was sad) and beginning of Eid (happy) - frantic family gatherings and eating coma-inducing food. Asian gatherings = food feasts so at some point I started feeling sick and because I'm a hypochondriac, I was convinced I had diabetes so I spent a few days refusing to eat food and generally freaking out haha. But after a few days of regular training & avoiding sugar/carbs, I felt back to normal just in time for my birthday cake :D
Back in London, this time coincided with my aunt coming over from Desh so we had another gathering / birthday celebration. I'm at that age precipice to the Asian date-of-expiry (Adoe) for girls so I didn't even realise that it was already August and slowly creeping up to my ageing-day. Anyway, I've decided I'm going to be at this age for the next 6 years so problem sorted.
We have three weddings coming up so this is also a time for the familial flocks to all gather from America, Canada, Australia, Switzerland and of course Bangladesh! HOUSE-FULL. This would normally be great except FrAsians (fresh Asians) have no concept of private space and I'm an only child, I NEED my Space … so not so great.
I also finally turned on my phone after a month of being dead and was attacked by a bunch of happy/concerned/angry texts over the course of time so I'm in kind of a tricky situation. On top of that, this dissertation creeped up on my arse and now I'm freaking out because I HAVE NO TIME LEFT! I mean, I thought I had time, but I didn't take into account the family and the weddings so I'm feeling a bit frantic.
Things at work are picking up, which is both a good and a bad thing. Its good because it means funding money yay. But its bad because it means that my usually dormant role has become more active right when I'm feeling scarce in terms of time. I also have to juggle in a trip to Taiwan and I'm worried I might not be able to make it (already cancelled Vietnam/Singapore)!
So, as you can see if you've read this, feeling top of the world pretty much goes hand in hand with feeling nauseous, dizzy and overwhelmed. I also feel really really tired, I have no idea why but its really exhausting, feeling so tired :( anyhow I suppose this is good-bye because I think I'm going to have to take a break from Flickr as well (I've already shut down the blog / FB / Twitter / etc.). I'll see you when I see you (you better miss me and notice my absence peeps) :D
Ciao for now! ox
I grew up in Iowa, on a farm, surrounded by animals. Pigs, namely. Much of my desire to be a veterinarian was fueled by my environment, and I used to spend long hours in the barn, kneeling on a bed of straw, helping piglets be born and nurse and thrive.
One of the defining moments of my childhood was a night I spent trying to revive a piglet that had recently been born, one that seemed to have a pulse but failed to breathe. I only had the faintest idea of what I was doing, and, honestly - knowing what I know now - I couldn't have done anything differently. But my failure to save that one life was particularly heartbreaking, and as I walked out of the barn that night and stared up at the cold December night sky, the stars so chillingly bright, I remember vowing that someday I'd be able to save those lives.
Fast forward about twenty years, include a Bachelor's in Animal Science and a Doctorate in Veterinary Medicine... and I still sometimes I can't save them. Today I watched a lovely, sweet, young patient crash shockingly and unexpectedly, and despite all the treatments and medicine and therapy that "should" have made a difference... it didn't. A few hours of trying, a few hours of watching that animal struggle and suffer... a few hours of pacing, of hand-wringing, of heart-pounding worry... and in the end, when I had permission to end it all, I cried while doing so, and that feeling of helplessness returned. The sense of futility that my younger self had once experienced reared its ugly head again.
I blame it on the wild ideals of my younger self, who thought that with proper knowledge and medicine any animal could be saved. This is far from the truth, of course... but deep down, a part of me is still so very heartbroken when those beliefs are sometimes gently, sometimes cruelly, proven wrong.
No comments necessary, really (or any words... I'm fine, just introspective), so I'm going to turn them off. In the meantime, these sheep make me happy, as they always do. Maybe they can make you happy too.
(It appears that if you belong to a Flickr Group that this photo is in, you can comment... didn't realize that.)
Famous is the cloister of the Clarisses, transformed in 1739 by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro with the unique addition of majolica tiles in Rococò style. The brash color floral decoration makes this cloister, with octagonal columns in pergola-like structure, likely unique and would seem to clash with the introspective world of cloistered nuns. The cloister arcades are also decorated by frescoes, now much degraded.
Il chiostro delle Clarisse, o chiostro maiolicato, opera del 1739, si deve all'estro creativo di Domenico Antonio Vaccaro.
The eye explores,
with vivid and childlike curiosity,
the much-loved and less well known places in the French capital.
The photograph uses a long-exposure technique,
and refusing the use of a solid tripod,
he walks around, discovers and experiences Paris during the same shoot,
creating introspective, expressive and dreamy images,
that describe the vibration of his exploration of the urban space.
This is Yakiv Trachenko, talented Ukranian actor who was forced to take arms and defend his country from full scale invasion of ruzzia into ukraine. He was killed in action defending his people and soil to the very end.
Summer 2016, Ukraine
The ethereal atmosphere of this image is truly enchanting. The dreamy quality of the instant photography, captured with a Diana+ with Instax Mini back, highlights the serenity and mystery of the coastal landscape. The soft light and faded colors create an almost dreamlike scene, evoking a sense of nostalgia and calm.
The way the pier extends into the water adds an interesting perspective, inviting the viewer to imagine the stories this place could tell. The boats in the distance and the subtle mist on the horizon contribute to this sense of quiet and remoteness.
This photo reminds me of the works of photographers like Uta Barth, who explore perception and space with a focus on atmosphere and ambiance rather than sharp details. You have managed to capture a scene that is both evocative and introspective, a window into a moment suspended in time.
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Diana+ with Instax Mini back, Instax Mini film.
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the subject sits amidst the industrial heart of paris, caught in a private moment of conversation, her thoughts flowing like the urban energy around her. the geometric patterns of the centre pompidou blur behind her, hinting at the constant motion and life that surrounds her, but in this frame, time seems paused. her expression, calm yet introspective, offers a window into the stillness we all seek, even when immersed in the city's hum. the contrast between the sharp lines of her attire and the soft blur of the background plays into the delicate balance of personal moments in public spaces, where noise meets quiet, and the individual remains alone in thought.
This is an image I took when I was doing the still photography on a short film called WUSS on IMDB www.bing.com/images/search?view=detailV2&ccid=6ET6ibK...
Every image tells a story, but some images define a story. This portrait was chosen as the official poster image for the short film WUSS, capturing the essence of its tone and emotion. The expression in his eyes, the subtle tension in his expression/posture, and the cinematic lighting all contribute to a visual that speaks before a single word is spoken.
This image is not just a still, it’s a moment, a feeling, a preview of a larger narrative. Can a single frame capture the weight of a film? This one tries.
con·tem·pla·tive
kənˈtemplətiv/Submit
adjective
1.
expressing or involving prolonged thought.
"she regarded me with a contemplative eye"
synonyms:thoughtful, pensive, reflective, meditative, musing, ruminative, introspective, brooding, deep/lost in thought, in a brown study
"Die Beschäftigung des Menschen mit sich selbst ist nicht erst seit dem Aufpoppen von Yogastudios und Meditations-Apps en vogue. Die introspektive und unabhängige Denkweise war z. B. bereits ein zentrales Element der gelungenen Lebensführung chinesischer Gelehrter. Sima Guang, Politiker, Historiker und Gelehrter aus der chinesischen Song-Dynastie, erschuf im 11. Jahrhundert einen Garten, der dieser Lebensführung angeblich besonders zuträglich war: den Dule Yuan, übersetzt in etwa „Garten des abgeschiedenen Vergnügens“. In einem Aufsatz beschrieb er die Struktur und die landschaftlichen Höhepunkte des Gartens. Seither kommt dem Dule Yuan ein herausragender Platz in der chinesischen Gartenbaugeschichte zu.Die Gestaltung des Gartens geht zurück auf ein Gemälde des Dule Yuan aus dem 16. Jahrhundert. Seine geometrische Achsenstruktur setzt sich aus einem Bambuspfad, einer rechteckigen Platzfläche und einem Wasserkanal zusammen. Blickfang und beliebtes Fotomotiv des Gartens ist die modern gestaltete, stählerne und in Gold lackierte Bambushütte, die sich harmonisch in die sanfte Geometrie der sie umgebenden Gartenlandschaft einfügt. Durch die umliegenden Spiegelflächen entsteht eine vertikale Tiefe, die die Grenze zwischen Mensch und Natur verschwimmen lässt. Ganz im Sinne des Dule Yuan sind die Spiegelflächen außerdem Schnittpunkte zwischen Realität und Imagination, zwischen Sehen und Gesehenwerden. Dieses fließende Raumbewusstsein ist es, was die spirituelle Essenz chinesischer Gärten ausmacht."
Beschreibung übernommen von der Website der Gärten der Welt
www.gaertenderwelt.de/gaerten-architektur/internationale-...
"The preoccupation of humans with themselves hasn’t only been in fashion since the advent of yoga studios and meditation apps. Introspective and independent ways of thinking were, for example, already a central element of the way of life of Chinese scholars. Sima Guang, politician, historian and scholar of the Chinese Song dynasty, created a garden in the 11th century that was said to be particularly beneficial to this lifestyle: the Dule Yuan, translated as "Garden of Secluded Pleasure". In an essay he described the structure and landscape highlights of the garden. Since then, the Dule Yuan has maintained a pre-eminent position in Chinese horticultural history.The design of the garden is based on a painting by Dule Yuan from the 16th century. Its geometric axis structure is composed of a bamboo path, a rectangular plaza and a water channel. The garden's eye-catching and popular photo spot is the modern designed steel bamboo hut painted in gold, which blends in harmoniously with the gentle geometry of the surrounding garden landscape. The surrounding mirror surfaces create a vertical depth that blurs the boundary between man and nature. In the spirit of the Dule Yuan, the mirror surfaces are also intersections between reality and imagination, between seeing and being seen. This fluid awareness of space is what makes up the spiritual essence of Chinese gardens."
Description taken from the web site of the Gardens of the World.
www.gaertenderwelt.de/en/gardens-architecture/internation...
without makeup, without product, without pretense.
next week is my birthday and i always get introspective around it, thoughtful about what i am doing with my life and who i am.
I’ve been in a reflective and introspective frame of mind lately. Many of my contacts might know by now I recently moved from the hustle and bustle of the giant metropolis of Toronto to the relative peace and quiet of the small town of Woodstock, Ontario (population 36,000), affectionately known as the “Dairy Capital of Canada”. My appreciation and affection grows each day for this lovely little community nestled amongst the gently rolling hills of farm country in southern Ontario.
A ten minute drive in any direction and I’m far away from any semblance of city life and deeply immersed in the myriad of farms, forests and concession roads. Gone are the intrusive noises of honking horns, pneumatic drills and the wailing sirens of emergency vehicles. They’ve been replaced with the much gentler and pleasing sounds of wild birds, crickets and farm animals. What a pleasant change!
The lovely farm with the beautiful pond depicted in this image is situated about 20 minutes from my new home and is typical of the countryside that now surrounds me. The lush green grass and trees are a welcome site on an afternoon drive and the fresh country air is invigorating, I love it!!
Canon 5DmkII + Zeiss Distagon T* 2.8/21 ZE
Panorama of 25 images @ ISO50, 1sec, f/10
And taking time out to reflect on what has happened, and to come to terms with all you've seen, can bring immense joy (and immense pain) but through that, you can grow and learn.
For if we do not learn from history, we are doomed to repeat it.
This was taken at Jökulsárlón in the South-East of Iceland. It's a panoramic stitch taken from 5DmkII with Zeiss Distagon T* 2.8/21 ZE Lens mounted on a tripod and carefully rotated in 5deg increments.
One day I'll get a proper panoramic head.
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I sincerely apologise about the dirty watermark through the centre of the image, Mel Sinclair has had some trouble recently with people stealing her works, so we've (unfortunately) had to resort to doing stuff like this to try and prevent that from happening. Some people are dogs.