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“Love --- all your days, if you choose, but don't let it spoil you, for it's wicked to throw away so many good gifts because you can't have the one you want.”
Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
Soundtrack : www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJbmXvBJhCs
Dust to Dust by The Civil Wars
WHEN BUTTER MELTS AND MOODS TURN BLUE
When butter melts and moods turn blue, I fall asleep and dream of you
in another world we are as one, but in the real world we are none.
other than friends that's all there is; to listen, admire and sometimes kiss.
Am I alright you ask of me. Yes I answer, as I can be.
When I awake from slumbered dreams, I see reflected in my stream
a face I know but seldom seen; my spirit purged remains serene.
Serenity is my finer hour, devoid of love that may devour
the whole of me that shackled love with heavy chains that cage the dove;
of peace and endless summer time, back in those days when you were mine.
Eyes wide shut but open wide, I left my secrets for you to hide.
I walked a path constrained by my, blinkered vision of the sky.
You see the sky is free above; no need to hanker for a love
forbidden like the poisoned apple that threatens sleep in sunlight dappled
upon the woods and green landscape you freed me when I would not escape.
I thank you from my heart, my Friend. I'm free of torment without end.
I lay in meadows sumptuous yellow,' matted buttercups, thoughts now mellow
and dream of times when I will meet, a love that matches all that's sweet
within my heart remains the pure untainted love somewhat demure,
so tender, warm and softly waiting for someone worthy of translating
the essence that's the whole of me; blue skies in eyes; deep as the sea
and then and only then I'll rest the quest for love when only best
will do for me and satiate this deep desire that penetrates
the heart of me and fills my soul with dusky romance that cajoles
the beating of my heart to step in time with kindred spirit we will chime
and dance to tunes only we hear; no longer lonely filled with fear.
but dreams come true fly high and up; look down on yellow buttercups.
- AP – Copyright remains with the author
Original digital artwork by me
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A lone figure stands in shallow water near the shore, silhouetted in black and white as they cast a fishing line into the calm expanse. A tree trunk anchors the left side of the frame, and a bush softens the foreground on the right. The water stretches into the distance, smooth and reflective—early morning light, I think, though I was too focused on not tripping over roots to check the time (with me this is a serious concern).
I spotted them mid-cast, perfectly framed by nature’s own composition. They had the kind of quiet focus that made me feel like I was interrupting a sacred ritual… with a camera. I crouched, adjusted, and took the shot just as the line landed, like a whisper across the water. It wasn’t about the fish—it was about the mood. The hush. The way solitude sometimes wears waders and doesn’t care who’s watching.
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Taken at Eagleby Wetlands, Eagleby, Queensland.
Unusually, this Grey Fantail was having a reflective moment when I came along!
They are considered the most restless of Australia’s fantails, almost continually on the move, constantly changing position when perched, with the tail swishing back and forth, fluttering about in the canopy of trees or darting out after flying insects. They seem never to keep still. Despite their fluttering flight, they are nevertheless capable of relatively long-distance movements, with some regularly flying across Bass Strait. Grey Fantails’ movements are particularly complex, with no general rule: birds in each different region have their own individual patterns of movement.
birdlife.org.au
Today was a rainy and foggy morning but that did not stop me from wanting to go out into the forest, it was however just wonderful being outside and feeling the rain on my skin.
A foggy morning hike in the woods is like stepping into another world. The mist wraps around the trees, softening the outlines of the forest and making everything feel quiet and mysterious.
If you are hiking through, maybe the path is barely visible, but you can follow the faint trail markers or just trust the direction you are heading. The fog has a way of making the journey feel more introspective, like you are walking through a living dream. And when you do find a clearing or a view, the transformation is striking—the sudden appearance of distant peaks or sun breaking through can feel magical.
I just want to share some of my RL with you all and wish everyone a happy Monday and week ahead.
Real life is where I spend most of my time now, I am enjoying my time a lot being outside, but I am sure many of you have already noticed that, well at least those of you who are close to me know this.
Anyway....
💖 Huge, huge hugs, Light, peace and love to you all. Have a continued lovely week ahead everyone.
Best wishes and regards to each one of you. Take good care of your self as well as one another, be kind as well as thoughtful towards others.
Lori 💖
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Soon, i'll go trough an introspective phase, but before it come, i'm posting a picture of my grandma, who helped me to understand some things... :)
Pronto pasaré por una fase introspectiva, pero antes de que llegue, subo una foto de mi abuela, quien me ayudó a entender algunas cosas... :)
I wonder - if sunflowers can be introspective?
Dunno, but some moments they look like they do.
Taken with Helios 44m - 58mm - f2
Happy Thursday, all!
Being human is an open house.
Each day, something new walks in -
joy, sorrow, shadows.
Let them stay.
They might be here
to clear a path for the light.
🎵 Alexandra Stréliski - Changing Winds starts around 0:58
the place: Frogmore
Regno Unito, Cornovaglia, Looe, Estate 2020
Looe è una piccola città e porto di pescatori in Cornovaglia, nel Regno Unito. La città è divisa in due dal fiume Looe, West e East Looe collegate da un ponte. Est si rivela come il gemello gregario, tutte le gelaterie, strade assolate, birrerie, escursioni di pesca allo squalo con racconti sul passato da contrabbandieri. West è più introspettivo. Qui familiarmente ti chiedono se vivi dal lato “soleggiato” o da quello dei “soldi”. Evidenze archeologiche indicano che l'area intorno a Looe era abitata già nel 1000 aC. Looe rimane una città di pescatori. Con la sua flotta di piccole barche da pesca che riportano le loro catture in porto tutti i giorni, Looe ha la reputazione per l’ottimo pesce fresco. La città è anche un centro per la pesca degli squali.
Looe is a small coastal town and fishing port in Cornwall, UK. The town is divided in two by the River Looe, East and West connected by a bridge. East reveals itself as the gregarious twin, all ice-cream shops, sunny streets, alehouses, shark-fishing-trip touts with ribald tales of smuggling pasts. West is more introspective. Round here they ask if you live on the sunny side or the money side. Archeological evidence indicates that the area around Looe was inhabited as early as 1000 BC. Looe remains a fishing town. With its fleet of small fishing boats returning their catches to port daily, Looe has a reputation for procuring excellent fresh fish. The town is also a centre for shark fishing.
Samsung NX1 & LZOS Jupiter 9 - 85mm f/2
15 Aperture Blades | Wide Open | Manual Focus | Available Light | Handheld
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the room was quiet. outside, the city was a distant hum of traffic. but inside, there was only the wooden table and the light that cut through the darkness. he did not speak. there was nothing left to say. the truth had a weight, a physical presence in the air. it sat there, between them, on the polished wood.
Hiking through these high mountain meadows, I found myself enveloped in thick fog that transformed the familiar landscape into something otherworldly. Visibility dropped to mere meters, and the pine forest behind emerged and disappeared in waves of mist, creating layers of ghostly silhouettes.
My intention was to capture that peculiar state of mind that fog induces in the mountains - a kind of peaceful disorientation where the world shrinks to what's immediately visible, yet simultaneously expands in imagination. The black and white treatment felt essential to strip away distraction and focus on the essential elements: form, depth, atmosphere, and that haunting quality of trees half-seen through veils of mist.
What drew me to this composition was the trail disappearing into white nothingness, inviting yet uncertain. The foreground pine anchors the scene while the forest behind dissolves into progressively lighter tones, creating a natural gradient from solid form to pure atmosphere. It's the kind of scene that makes you stop walking and simply stand still, listening to the silence, feeling small and reflective.
This image represents those weather conditions most people avoid in the mountains - the foggy, visibility-poor days when summits are invisible. But these are often the moments when landscapes reveal their most intimate, contemplative character, stripping away grandeur to offer something quieter and more personal.
The water shimmered with a thousand suns,
and her gaze rested,
like everything was fine.
To memories,
to moments unspoken,
to a presence that never really left.
I don't often associate Northern Mockingbirds with introspection, but with this one looking downward (and inward?), it kind of comes to mind.
Excerpt from the plaque:
Self Portrait (“Yo”), Paris 1901:
This psychologically charged self-portrait is one of four Picasso painted in Paris in 1901, at the age of 19. Here, the artist represents himself as an intense, introspective visionary: he looks directly at the viewer, his head and torso seeming to emerge from the darkness. His agitated brushstrokes create a sense of vibration and emphasize the hypnotic, probing quality of his gaze. Inscribing a declamatory “Yo” (“I”) in the top left-hand corner, Picasso announces the arrival of his newly formed, more accomplished self.
I am aware that some of my creations are controversial. I leave the interpretation to the viewer. However, I am open to a discussion.
The mj main-prompt:
the dead pool: a woman in a fogsurrounded by thousands of skulls, in the style of bertil nilsson, calm waters, calming and introspective aesthetic, yasushi nirasawa, naturecore, jamie heiden, cinestill 50d, extreme details, 8k, hyperrealistic, surreal, --ar 3:2 --s 500
I changed the prompt slightly during pan right and pan left.
Upscaling and framing in PS
Clue
In a metaphorical context, "The Dead Pool" could allude to a place, situation, or state characterized by despair, hopelessness, moral decay, or general chaos. It could refer to an environment where life and hope are all but "dead." This expression might be used to describe a bleak or desolate atmosphere or a place where the future appears grim.
In literary works or films, such a title could indicate that the characters are facing severe challenges or dangers and are confronted with extreme difficulties. In this regard, the title "The Dead Pool" serves to prepare readers or viewers for the somber and oppressive nature of the place or plot.
Inspired by this exhibition's retrospective sweep, Sherpa has undertaken a more sustained examination of his Spirits evolution and its parallels to his own experiences. While looking back through is memories, he also broadened his vision, to both better assess his present circumstances and consider his aspirations for the future. This appraisal has, in particular, let the artist to contemplate the changing nature of his relationship to the land and people of his birth and upbringing. The product of this self reflection is a new work: Sherpa's most monumental and introspective painting to date.
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Photographed at the Virginia Museum of Fine Arts exhibition, Tsherin Sherpa - Spirits.
he doesn’t move. the ocean, the breeze, the sailboats — none of it touches him. bent over a glowing screen, with his face in shadow and light behind him, he becomes the emblem of now. he sits like punctuation at the edge of the frame: a full stop at the end of the day, waiting for something that won't return.
ODC: Still Life
She hardly ever slows down long enough to let her picture be taken. I thought for sure she would bolt on me, but she just sat there and posed, and let me shoot away.
A marble figure withdrawing from the world. Her eyes are closed, her head bowed, as if she were disappearing into herself. The tree trunk at the edge is a silent witness. Between stone and nature, between outside and inside—a moment of borderline experience.
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Eine marmorne Figur, die sich der Welt entzieht. Die Augen sind geschlossen, der Kopf ist geneigt, als würde sie in sich selbst verschwinden. Der Baumstamm am Rand ist ein stiller Zeuge. Zwischen Stein und Natur, zwischen Außen und Innen – ein Moment der Grenzerfahrung.
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BORDERLINE ist the topic for 25th - 31th October, Group Our Daily Challenge
within the striking architecture of the oculus in new york city, a lone figure walks through the interplay of light and shadow on the tiled floor, caught between worlds of clarity and mystery. the sharp lines and dramatic contrast of the space create a delicate balance — a dance between presence and absence, reality and abstraction. as she moves forward, her silhouette merges with the dark shadows, suggesting both purpose and anonymity. the soft transitions of light invite the viewer to ponder: is she stepping into the light or fading into the darkness? a moment of introspection and hidden stories unfolding in one of the city's most iconic spaces.
Greenish water, high houses bordering a small canal, lonely boat and most of all: overwhelming light! (hndrk) - The mood captured is very ambivalent, with rich colors and well lit first plane whereas the mist in the back brings another dimension, more introspective (jmvnoos) - It has a very sureal quality to it. I think the atmosphere of what looks to be clearing fog really works and then you've framed it in a very sensitive, non-touristy way (comment by Daniel Colvin)
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the afternoon light does not judge. it falls on the counter, on the glass, on his hands. his arms are crossed, a line drawn against the world. the thought he is turning over in his mind is heavy. it has a shape and a weight. outside, the city makes its usual noise. inside, there is only the quiet work of memory.
Photo credit: bdopekarreuche
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Sometimes the same thing can make you feel ostentatious and introspective. It is hard to know when a creative moment will strike, but when it does, let it happen and get out of the way.
Featuring:
EYES: Kill me Heal me Eyeset from Psycho Pills!
Available @ Psycho Pills Mainstore. Half of the eyes are crosses and half are beautiful reflections that look realistic and combined together with bright colors make a ton of options of things you can do! A very fun and usable set. The dark Kill eyes are a total 'go to' eyeset for me! Some call it my soulless look...and I kinda like that :D
"Kitsune" Dress Antaya!
This mini dress is very sexy and quite sweet. This dress is highly detailed, pretty and well fitted with many color options. the floral accents and cut give it a welcome flair and flirtiness!
Available @ Antaya Mainstore
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Taken from my car while stopped at a traffic light. Best seen large by clicking on the photo, or press Z to zoom. Royal York United Church was organized in 1944 when the old Tomlinson church was physically moved from its market garden community to its present location at 851 Royal York Road, south of Bloor Street West, in Etobicoke.
Enjoy your day and thanks for your visits. Explore #394 on May 10, 2016 - thanks
he looks toward the light, but carries the darkness with grace. a portrait of quiet strength and unanswered questions — suspended somewhere between what is and what could be.
her mind drifted outward, yet her hands held time still — like a quiet sculpture made of breath and thought.
a selfie i captured while playing around with my "turn your garage into a studio" setup. check out my blog post for more: arnds.photos/blog/turn-your-garage-into-a-studio