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the barbed boundary separated the university premises from the vast fields that lay beyond it. in the evenings, when the orange-yellow hues of the setting sun would wash over the fields, along the boundary you would find people in small groups; some crouching in small corners, some walking over the circumference, some sitting........
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Catching the sunset off El Malecon can be a time of introspective reflection - and a boon for photographers.
in a quiet moment before the mirror, where lines and stories merge on his skin, the tattoo artist seems to be in conversation with his own reflection. the black-and-white light heightens the contrasts, making the tattoos appear like a wordless diary, telling of experiences, passions, and inner struggles. the gilded frame around the reflection adds a timeless quality, as if this moment hovers between reality and a deeper, hidden self. this portrait captures not only an image of the artist but also a quiet question posed to himself and to us: who are we behind the images we show to others?
I love her pose and her expression here, it is almost challenging yet very appealing to the viewer. This is again from my archives from my first shoot with her in the summer of 2012. You can see more of her many moods and expressions in my set "Alexis". Best in lightbox. Canon 5D Mark ii taken in Hopeland Gardens Aiken South Carolina.
I know I said I was going to leave this subject for a while but it's addictive you know? And I'm having fun experimenting on a sunday afternoon :-)
It's strange how a moment could be so introspective in circumstances that are adverse to such analysis. Surrounded by up to 100 other photographers, I found myself lost in the uncertain and imperfect skies contrasting in more ways than one with the contradictions of new and old human ingenuity. I felt as though I was alone in that moment. I felt as though I knew what were the right answers to the questions I had been asking myself all week. Simply? Serendipity.
NS/UP OCS 066H603: UP9082/UP1943
Moodna Viaduct
NS/MNCW Southern Tier Line
Salisbury Mills, Town of New Windsor, NY
Sunday, June 3rd, 2018
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What would I do if I were me?
Last shot of the year for me. And what a wonderful year its been in terms of photography. I got my first DSLR which is something I'd aspired to for years but had always been to lazy to save the cash for one. Most importantly though I've found a passion within a passion. I've been totally blown away and inspired by the amazing light painters on here who have been so helpful, friendly and encouraging towards me. It really is very much appreciated.
So next year I will be looking at how I can improve all aspects of my photography but probably focusing mainly on lp and becoming a little more individual as opposed to trying to emulate the work of others.
I was planning on a 365 but having thought about it for a couple of months, time is not on my side and I don't want to start posting what I've had for tea etc. So a 52 it is.
Thanks again to you all and wishing you a superb 2014 and hope you achieve everything you wish for. sooc.
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Mee is an introspective korean Literature Student, who spends most of her free time at home, reading.
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Here Laura clicks into a look of introspection that some how with the hair makes me believe she is a BOND girl. This image is suitably numbered 10
I try to get all my Black and White shots as close to film as possible but I still haven’t mastered the Art just yet. Getting the tonal balance in a portrait is very subtle. I am in awe of photographers that can truly do this well with digital.
Shoot for Make Up Artist Stacey Barzen - at Doll me up with Stacey.
Model : Laura Osborne
Hair Nikki Pienaar
Filtered light in the forest highlights boulders submerged. Water casts reflections of blue sky above.
Carson Iceberg Wilderness, California
Introspective musings is back and on the blog, today. Got all wordy again, and stuff. Why I do what I do: Finding purpose through photography. I'd love to hear your two cents on why you do what you do, and what you learn from photography (which is really what I elaborate on over there).
On this last day of the gratitude project: I am grateful for photography, and what it has done for me as a person, not just as a photographer.
tired is
being too afraid to sleep
for fear of dreaming
of them
and waking
to find it was just that
a dream
i am tired
It has been 4 years ago since I made this photograph. Until now i’ve always been afraid to post this picture.
Days have been really poisoning, constantly having to defend yourself. Putting yourself on a low heat. Let days pass by, kind of like watching the world burn. unfulfilled desires, actually having no desires at all. Introspective anger, going against the current.
But you know what, there’s one thing that you have that nobody else has. And that’s your voice, your mind, your vision. But especially your story. Haven’t you ever confused a dream with life? Don’t deceive yourself.
Just a break
A lonely break
To see the world, with my only eyes.
A breath.
Looking to the tenuous line on the end
A moment to clear all thoughts
and look into ourselves
A minute to realize what is wrong
What make us cry.
A breath that comes so deep that can make us stop
Stop breathing.
Let it in
and appreciate what make us free.
Have a break.
Going for a timeless glamour vibe with this shot. The pose, the heels, the mood – it all just came together.
"Concept Graphics" of new photo project .
An introspective journey through man in network .
( This is just the graphic concept , wait for see more )
Tut tut. Rather a lapse of professional conduct here, I'm afraid. I don't remember ever having the print of this shot, and this must be the first time I've scanned it. Accordingly I'd not previously seen the comic pose of the driver, who adopts a 'flashing' attitude to present us with a view of his shirt-front, tie and braces. The bus was entering Royal Well Bus Station, Cheltenham, on the 15-minute headway service from Gloucester on Friday 16th December 1977. Evidently our man must have been a fun-loving sort of chap, always ready for a laugh and a joke, and a popular figure in the canteen. Across the gulf of thirty-nine years I smile at his amusing gesture, which seems to say, "life's a grim business, but let's try to have a bit of fun while we're here". It extends the hand of a common humanity and reproaches me for my introspective, not-a-fun-person, po-faced, Paul von Hindenburg demeanor. The Gardner-engined FLF didn't have much longer to go, being withdrawn on 31st August 1978.
Subject appears lost in thought or in mild existential crisis. Possible feather malfunction. Still ranks high on fluff scale. Mood: introspective puddle loaf.
All Saints, Holbrook, Suffolk
The Shotley Peninsula is a pastoral scattering of gentle hamlets along high hedged lanes which thread over hills and through woodlands. Other settlements line the Orwell estuary, the full drama of the wide water and forests beyond constantly on show. The road along the northern shore is a busy one, as is the Ipswich to Manningtree road which cuts the Peninsula off from the rest of Suffolk, but otherwise this is an introspective, secretive landscape, especially on the southern side. No wonder people long to live there.
The Peninsula has only two places of any real size; broad functional Shotley itself, at the eastern tip, and Holbrook to the west, a rather more prosperous proposition. Holbrook is home to the famous Royal Hospital School, a vast 1930s neo-classical confection designed for the sons and daughters of the Navy. Its campanile tower is a landmark for miles around; you can see it from tower blocks in the centre of Ipswich. The school inhabits a large campus to the south of the village, and injects lifeblood into the local economy.
So here we still have jobs, and shops, a high school and a couple of pubs. Oh, and a pretty village church, behind a high hedge. The village is rather a suburban one; such an economy generates and thrives on traffic, and all the peninsula comes here to stock up.
At first sight, the arrangement of the church is a bit odd. This is one of the 14th Century south-east towers commonly found in the Ipswich area, and the nave to the north of it was probably contemporary with it. But a small, low south aisle was built a century later, running eastwards of it, and the effect now is of a tiny church with a huge north aisle. In fact, there is a 19th century north aisle beyond the nave, the work of Diocesan architect Richard Phipson; it has a rather awkward juxtaposition with the nave at the west end, with an angled doorway. The nave west window appears to be made of terracotta. The best feature of the exterior is the clerestory, somewhat hidden by the south aisle, but picked out beautifully in red brick.
The interior is almost entirely Victorian, again the work of Richard Phipson. Although it now has a fairly rustic and simple Low Church feel to it, which is very pleasant, a glance at the chancel shows that Phipson fitted it out for the kind of mystical, incense-led 19th Century High Church worship which he loved, and for which his St Mary le Tower in Ipswich is the crowning moment in Suffolk. Most of the fittings are now gone, but the sense of the past remains.
Holbrook church contains one major pre-Victorian survival. This is the monument to one of the arch-villains of the English Reformation. It is a huge memorial at the east end of the south aisle. Sir John Clenche is the figure above his daughter-in-law on the huge memorial in the south aisle. Clenche was High Sheriff of Suffolk, but is more famous, and more notorious, for being the judge who sentenced Saint Margaret Clitherow to death.
In 1586, Margaret Clitherow, the middle-class wife of a York butcher, was accused of treason against the state. This was a catch-all charge designed to root out Catholicism; she was told, as all martyrs of the time were, that the charges would be dropped if she renounced Catholicism, and conformed to the Anglican church. This she refused to do, and also refused to enter a plea, saying that "having made no offence, I need no trial". Failure to make a plea was a capital crime in itself, of course, and Clenche's sentence was that you shall return to the place from whence you came, and in the lower part of the prison be stripped naked, laid down upon the ground, and so much weight laid upon you as you are able to bear, and thus you shall continue for three days; the third day you shall have a sharp stone laid under your back, and your hands and feet shall be tied to posts that, more weight being laid upon you, you may be pressed to death.
Popular Catholic martyrology has it that Clitherow's only problem with her sentence was the bit about being stripped naked; the night before she was crushed, she supposedly made a shift to wear. This was not allowed her, but it was placed over the lower part of her body to preserve her modesty from the paying spectators. The final sentence was carried out on the 25th of March 1586. Brennan's Martyrs of the English Reformation recalls that a stone the size of a man's fist was placed under her back, her arms were stretched out and tied with cords provided; a door was placed upon her, and stones piled upon it by some beggars hired for the purpose. Her last words were 'Jesu have mercy upon me!' and when her chest was crushed her ribs protruded, and she was left in this postion for six hours.
The body was thrown on a dunghill on the outskirts of the city, but was rescued after six weeks by local Catholics, who found it 'free of putrefaction'. In May 1970 she was canonised as one of the martyrs of England and Wales by Pope Paul VI. There are images of her at Holy Family church in Kesgrave, a few miles off, and at Our Lady Star of the Sea in Wells in Norfolk, and the story of her martyrdom can be seen in stained glass just across the border at the church of Our Lady and the English Martyrs in Cambridge.
Teenage Fanclub
Book :
Ed Ruscha
Works From The UBS Art Collection
Hatje Cantz
2018
CD :
Pet Shop Boys
Introspective
Parlophone
1988
Design . Mark Farrow
Use Hearing Protection
GMA
The Fall
Artist's Book :
Scott King
Britlin's
Reading International
2017
Artworks by Scott King
Texts by Matthew Morley
CD :
Butlin's Boys
Parlophone
2018
Music by Neil Tennant & Chris Lowe
Design by Mark Farrow
iTunes :
The Fall
Permanent Records
PERM13
GMA True Intent Is All For Your Delight ...
Artist: Damian Michaels
Title: The Journey Within
Medium: Acrylic paint on stretched canvas
Size: 760 x 610 mm
Year: 2013
Signed lower front bottom right corner within image.
When I was younger I loved the rain. To me the rain was like something that came and washed all the icky stuff away and made everything seem fresh and clean and new again. Lately the rain has seemed more ominous to me; more like a dark cloud than a silver lining.
I've been pretty introspective lately, wishing I'd done XYZ with my life instead of ABC, feeling that I should be further in my career, have accomplished more, like some luminous cloud hanging over my very existence.
Last night I spoke to a friend of many years. I asked about how his life was, and his family and all, and he indicated that his life seemed to be going well but he had a friend he was concerned about.
She was recently informed that she has incurable cancer. Basically they gave her 5 years before the cancer would overtake her body. She is 34 years old.
I'm not sure of all the details and all, but what I do remember from the conversation was this...[paraphrased here] The doctors told her she could have some operations to prolong her life, but she decided she was just going to live it instead
Wow, imagine... what would you do, if you knew you only had a few more years to live? Would you do things differently? Scrap your job and go travel the world? Try a new career? Find old friends and family or just leave everything behind? I'm not sure what I'd do in that situation and am so very thankful I don't have to make the choice.
It is moments like these that make me realize just how "not so bad" my life really is!! What a reality check huh.