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- Cardiacs - Is This The Life?
Following around to see a life that's never in
Always calling itself on its own phone
Though it's never quite at home in the world today
See it to arranging the day
Prepared in its own
Special way
With added loving care
THOUGH IT'S NOT BEEN THERE SINCE YESTERDAY
Looking so hard for a cause
And it don't care what it is
And never really ever seeing eye to eye
Though it doesn't really mind
Perhaps that's why
It never really saw
Never really saw...
Saw...
Listen How the west was lost Carlos Nakai y Peter Kater
This breathtaking soundtrack by to the second part of the Discovery Channel broadcast features the distinctive collaboration of Peter Kater and R. Carlos Nakai.
How the West Was Lost II
Kater and Nakai's collaboration, at times introspective and reverential, passionate and proud, blends European derived instruments and vocals with those of the Native Americans to create a powerful and haunting backdrop to this arresting series. Guest performers include: Joanne Shenandoah, White Oak Singers, Cecil Hooker, Chris White, Marty Goodbear and more.
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Talking Heads - Once In A Lifetime
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And you may find yourself living in a shotgun shack
And you may find yourself in another part of the world
And you may find yourself behind the wheel of a large automobile
And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful
wife
And you may ask yourself-Well...How did I get here?
.......
And you may ask yourself
How do I work this?
And you may ask yourself
Where is that large automobile?
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful house!
And you may tell yourself
This is not my beautiful wife!
Letting the days go by/let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by/water flowing underground
Into the blue again/after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime/water flowing underground.
Same as it ever was...Same as it ever was...
And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?
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♪The Blowers Daughter - Damien Rice♫
"Corações nunca serão práticos enquanto não forem feitos para não se partirem".
Para tirar essa foto eu coloquei a câmera literalmente no teto, sim no teto grudada com durex ai de vez em quando tirava olhava o que tinha dado e colocava de novo, não tinha outro jeito de pegar esse ângulo aqui¬¬
Introspective weekend ahead as weather still refuses to play ball.
On my foggy commutes this week I often wondered how high you’d need to go to see blue skies
To recline is to listen inward—an invitation to ease the breath, soften the shoulders, and rest in a moment that asks nothing of us but presence. In the clamor of modern life, where movement is often mistaken for meaning, stillness offers a quiet rebellion.
It’s not laziness or retreat, but a profound form of trust: that we are enough without the constant proving. I think of golden light pooling on a carpet, a cat stretching unapologetically across a windowsill, or the way dusk pours itself gently into a room. Stillness, in these moments, is not absence—it’s grace.
To truly recline is to allow the world to come to us, rather than chase after it. The fire warms not because we tend to it, but because we draw near. In this softened state, we absorb more—beauty, clarity, comfort. We become porous to goodness.
Rest is no longer a reward for exhaustion; it’s a recognition of worth. There’s something sacred in that surrender, where movement gives way to meaning felt rather than forged. And in that space, reclined and receptive, we remember a truth too often forgotten: that stillness doesn’t diminish us—it completes us.
*366 photos for the 20's 01/17*
this year I will try to choose one photo a day for this pseudo-project, no matter the motive, style, colour or technique. encouraging myself to shoot everyday, even if I can't go outside.
Despite returning to the location on several occasions over the past year, I last worked an image of Millwall Inner Dock at the start of 2015. The site at the centre of the Isle of Dogs has undergone extensive construction work over the years, and when I last photographed the location, Baltimore Tower was a construction site. Now, nearly two years later, the 45-storey building dwarfs the Lotus floating restaurant beneath it and soars as high as the buildings at the centre of Canary Wharf.
Capturing the scene with a clear reflection is a challenge because it depends not only on a very low wind speed but also on minimal activity from sailing boats, canoers and the occasional paddling of ducks. On a recent winter afternoon, when the wind speed dropped to 1mph for several hours and when subzero temperatures meant no one was eager to venture outdoors unless they needed to, the right opportunity to capture the scene presented itself. The final image is a combination of photographs that I began capturing at sunset with a two-minute exposure, building on this with four-, five-, eight- and nine-minute exposures as late-afternoon turned to dusk, and finishing with an early-evening 12-minute exposure. Each exposure contributed different details, from the final traces of sunshine across the southwest corners of the buildings and a soft pink glow on the horizon to the deep chilly hue of the evening's blue hour and the cityscape lights being switched on. Two-and-a-half hours after I began shooting, I had all of the exposures I needed to create the image I wanted.
Beginning with one of the dusk exposures as my template, I blended in traces of the afternoon sunlight and the building lights in Photoshop using the Lighten blend mode, which was a gradual process using several exposures as more and more of the lights switched on. This was also a selective process because the lights inside South Quay station were much brighter than some of the apartment lights and needed to be toned down with a low-flow brush, and because I wasn't particularly interested in adding lights from the cranes, which continued operating at Canary Wharf's south dock well into the evening. After this phase, I used the Pen Tool to isolate the sky and the dock's reflection, and used a radial gradient mask to blend in the warmer tones in the sky behind Canary Wharf. Capturing a smooth progression from a gentle red to a muted orange and then to a soft pink that faded into the colder sky was important to me because it seemed like this was where viewers' eyes would immediately be drawn when they first see the image.
With the blending phase complete, colour-grading the image was a straightforward process involving Hue/Saturation, Colour Balance, Selective Colour and Gradient Map adjustments. I also applied a very low-opacity Colour Lookup set to the Futuristic Bleak preset, desaturating some of the brighter colours and playing up the more muted tones. Using Silver Efex Pro set to Luminosity, I then added a small amount of shadow and midtone structure to the buildings, as well as raising the sensitivity of the reds and yellows to gently brighten the horizon. Finally, in Colour Efex Pro, I applied a small amount of the Pro Contrast and Detail Extractor filters to give the buildings a final bit of definition against the sky and to bring out some of the finer details in the building lights.
The final image is intended very much as a companion to the sunrise at South Dock which I captured a year ago, but at the same time there were subtle differences to the scene. The cityscape had the same vibrance and energy, and the reflection conveyed the same elegance and tranquillity, but somehow there seemed to be something darker, moodier and more introspective about this vantage point. As people coming home to their apartments in the residential buildings switched on their lights and opened the doors to their balconies to take in the view, I couldn't help wondering what it must be like to see such dramatic redevelopment taking place around them, and how impermanent, but perhaps also how full of possibility, this transforming spectacle must be to someone seeing it change bit by bit each day.
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a corridor of stone and shadow, carved by light and memory. the figure rests, nameless, leaning into the quiet weight of evening. moments like this don’t speak—they resonate.
a child plays alone on a football field in palma nova.
no floodlights, no team, no sound.
just a ball and the dark.
the game goes on.
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This image is a picturesque embodiment of nature's quiet dialogue, captured from the secluded banks of a serene lakeside. The foreground is adorned with tall, slender reeds standing like nature's sentinels at the water's edge, swaying softly with the whispers of the wind. Through the natural archway formed by the overhanging willow branches and the sturdy trunks of the trees, one's gaze is drawn to the expansive body of the lake, its surface a mirror reflecting the clear sky and the distant, gentle slopes of the hills beyond. The lush greenery and the calm, soothing waters conjure a sense of seclusion and tranquility, offering a sanctuary for both wildlife and introspective souls. It's a scene where the rustle of leaves and the quiet lapping of water against the shore compose the ambient symphony of the great outdoors. This photograph is a reminder of the still moments of beauty that lie waiting in our natural surroundings, inviting us to step outside and partake in the peace they offer.
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Another fun little introspective shot, which reminded me a little of the Matrix owing to the led shop lights that help give this a little more interest and depth.
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I love Gershwin and his Rhapsody in blue and whilst its synonymous with the great city of New York, I pinched the title for this one. Given I will not be allowed to shoot full frontal flash or the more "direct" forms of street photography for a little while, I need to get my kicks with the more graphic and introspective style.
I've been feeling quite low these past few days. I got my sister to model for me and the words come from an Italian song : Iris - Biagio Antonacci (hence the Italian in the picture). The best translation I can provide in English it would be "When I wasn't with you".
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A Tospy Turvy house on the beach front at Brighton, early in the morning this little cat burglar was playing on the house and I just loved the absurdity of the image along with the angles!
captured in palma de mallorca, this photo depicts the silhouette of a man deep in thought, with the shadow of a street lamp cast above him. in german, there is a saying "ein licht geht auf," which means "a light goes on" when someone finds a solution or understands something. the interplay of light and shadow in this image beautifully symbolizes the moment of realization and clarity.
Portrait taken in 1973 on Kodak Tri-X bw negative film using a Minolta SR-T 101 SLR. The negative was later scanned for digital reproduction, and developed further by softening the image, increasing contrast, and adding monotone color. Cropped to square format.
Late morning in April, but the shadows were still long and the sunlight still low; it gave this path an introspective feel.
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THE LINES OF MY EARTH – SIXPENCE NONE THE RICHER
“We must return to our primordial state of beingness, who we truly are, put our fears and Ego aside, then rebuild our understanding of love upon sincere and sustainable human virtues.”
― Joseph Rain
I went into the forest to scream
I thought the trees would understand
the vibration shook their ancient roots
they cried in golden leaves that fell to ground
I felt they understood
and how it was for me
they did not ask me questions
their canopy of comfort sheltered me
I entrusted all my secrets
carved into the etched and textured bark
interwove my life-lines within the trace of theirs
combined our spirits in the dark
the night had fallen in the aftermath
once the echoes of my cries died down
the trees bled their sweet-honeyed sap of life
as I shed the shroud that held me down
freer now than I had ever been
I could fly with night owls way up high
and sit upon the tallest branches
to wish upon the star-lit sky
the pinnacle of all desire
is desirous of the need
to be at one with all the earth
to feel; to love; to bleed
the gamut of our mortal emotions
I ran from the first time I breathed
and the lessons I learned kept getting stronger
the faster I ran; the more I perceived
now I sit silently in the darkness
emptied of my constant self
the science of my religion
the knowledge implanted within my mind
from the ancestral sliver of inherited skelf
the patterns repeated over and over
down through the ages we tread
needless, egotistical behaviour
had become our buttered bread
sustaining our greed and hunger; our need to justify
never satisfying our deeper feelings
giving vent until our exhausted veins grow dry
there is nothing in the darkness
that is not present in the light
no need to fear what we cannot see
no need to flee; no need to blight
the perfect imperfections held
within our souls; without
the secrets only we can know
are the ones we want to shout
they are the ones that pin us fast
and stuck in perpetual motion
a hamster wheel; a merry-go-round
jump off; set free emotions
cathartic actions speak louder now
than lips sewn tight with silvered threads
of lies and secret, harboured desires;
of heavy thoughts and dreads
lighten our hearts and free our souls
to float above the ether
look down; around; this is all we have
this one moment that will not last forever
live it well; cherish this time
for the second it is borne to be, is the second it will depart
and may never be repeated like the silent notes
played in the rhythm between the beats of our ever-loving hearts.
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This album's name is dedicated to my favourite game of all time Elder Scrolls Online and race of all time, The Argonians (reptile humanoids). There's a story for you to read below about some of them towards the bottom.
What does Ku Vastei mean? Read below
By Lights-the-Way, Mystic of the Mages Guild
It is hard to describe the culture of my people. Often my tongue stumbles as I try to explain, but it is my hope that ink and quill will give me time enough to gather my thoughts. And perhaps, though such writing, I will finally connect the parts of me that now feel so divided; my homeland of Murkmire and my new life within the Mages Guild.
These journals are to become my ku-vastei. And, as I write that, I can think of no better topic to begin with.
Ku-vastei roughly translates to "the catalyst of needed change," though such a direct translation in no way does justice to the original meaning. Another translation could be "that which creates the needed pathway for change to occur" or even "the spark which ignites the flame which must come into being."
Perhaps a more direct analysis should be first presented. Ku-vastei is a noun, a thing or person. Vastei directly translates to change, an important part of my culture. Ku is harder to speak of. It is that which leads to change, though not that which creates change. An important role, as stagnation is a fate worse than death.
Take a boulder which sits atop a cliff, teetering in place. It must fall eventually. The ku-vastei does not push the boulder off the cliff; rather, it picks the pebble which holds the rock in place. And so it falls, not by a push, but by a pathway cleared.
Ku-vastei is revered, just as change itself is revered, for to look back at what was means to stumble as you move forward. Sometimes, a little push in the right direction is all someone needs to remember such wisdom. Other times, they may need to be shoved.
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The Gee-Rusleel Tribe
by Emmanubeth Hurrent, the Wayfarers' Society of Wayrest
I've had the privilege to speak to two different Miredancer elders now, and I've learned a great deal from both of these conversations. The "Gee-Rusleel," as they call themselves, are among the most introspective Argonians I've met in my travels. They also tend to be the most pleasant. For all their reclusiveness and wariness, I've never met a people more willing to share a meal or a game of Shells and Stones. They are skilled crafters, with a particular knack for working with Hist amber and egg shells. They are also peerless navigators, guiding their flat-bottom boats effortlessly through the swamp, master weavers, and skilled cartographers.
The most defining characteristic of the Miredancer tribe, however, is piety. This deep reverence for the Hist has earned them the right to name a "Sap-Speaker" for countless generations.
According to the elders I spoke with, the Sap-Speaker is the Hist's direct intermediary. (This is, of course, subject to debate. Many tribes boast unique methods of communion with the Hist. But as far as I have seen, the Miredancers make the most compelling case for the methods they use.) Sap-Speakers often go into seclusion for days or even weeks on end, venturing either down into the roots or high into the canopy of leaves in the uppermost branches. Here, they commune with the Hist. Indeed, the word that one of the elders used was "journey."
These journeys into the Hist tax the Sap-Speakers, but are thoroughly private affairs. After days by themselves, the Sap-Speakers emerge to hide away with old books, scrolls, and tablets. I asked after the purpose of these periods of seclusion, and this is what the elders told me. "The Sap-Speaker enters the embrace of the Hist to learn from the great tree," one elder said. "While in close contact with the roots and branches, the Sap-Speaker receives visions and other forms of communication that neither you nor I would understand."
The other elder continued. "Even the Sap-Speaker finds some of what is shown to be mystifying and confusing. I have heard that a Sap-Speaker is treated to ancient metaphors, arcane secrets, and visions that make little sense to creatures so far removed from sap and pulp." Apparently, the second period of seclusion allows the Sap-Speaker time to reflect on what he or she was shown, as well as time to consult with the ancient writings of Sap-Speakers who came before. After a suitable period of study and reflection, the Sap-Speaker emerges to reveal the Hist's will to the tribe.
I attempted to get more information about what happens while the Sap-Speaker meditates among the roots or branches, but I'm not sure the elders knew much more. They did tell me that the only nourishment the Sap-Speaker receives during these periods of seclusion is provided by the Hist itself in the form of sap, leaves, and the otherwise forbidden fruit of the tree.
There is a price to pay for the gift of Hist communion, however. Ingesting large quantities of Hist sap is a dangerous affair, even for Argonians. Sap-Speakers routinely suffer the effects of sap-poisoning, including "gold tongue" (permanent change of mouth pigmentation to a golden hue), unbidden hallucinations, "bark-scale" (thickening and darkening of surface scales), and other maladies they were reticent to talk about. The current Sap-Speaker, Thumarz, was in seclusion during my visit to the tribal village. I hope to meet him someday. If he's half as wise as the elders I interacted with, I'd no doubt learn a great deal from him.
Despite their deeply religious nature, the Miredancers also seem to have an obsession with games of all types. They are particularly fond of the games Nine-Shells and Shells and Stones, as well as sports such as the popular "teeba-hatsei" (also known as "hip and tail ball.") In addition to lovingly explaining their own games, they wanted to know everything I could tell them about the games we play back in Wayrest. I must admit, their enthusiasm was quite infectious! And I found it highly amusing to watch them try to re-create Deceiver's Bones from the vague description I provided.
The Miredancers are also inveterate gamblers, but they often forget to collect their winnings. Unlike the games of men and mer, Miredancer competitions appear to be completely devoid of malice or injured pride. Victory and defeat seem more like afterthoughts than objectives, due in no small part to their phlegmatic disposition. As in most things, their focus is strictly on the moment—the now. It pains me to leave their village, but I still have many more tribes to study. I doubt any of them will be as fascinating or as friendly as the Miredancers.
["the tribe is not currently in the game but in the world of the game"]
I never knew that a day
like today lay before us.
I've got the sun in my heart
and my heart's in the sun.
Skies are as bright
as your eyes,
the horizon is open.
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Recent work from the ongoing Introspective Illumination project. My intent for this project is to explore themes of identity and mortality. I aim to explore how our identity is influenced by the spaces we inhabit and our connection to them. Additionally, I want to engage with existential questions about existence, impermanence, and the passage of time. By closely observing and collaborating with the spaces I inhabit—considering their colors, light, form, and texture—I create starting points for self-exploration, reflection, and deeper understanding.