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Previously released on Fotopedia.com (closed website) and geo.fr (in a smaller sized version)
Photo précédemment publiée sur Fotopedia.com (site fermé) et, en plus petit format, sur geo.fr
2020.."Bring on anything year."
This morning the news of those who lost their lives in wild fires was as grim as looking out at the smoke that filled my street.
Humankind lingers unregenerately in Plato’s cave, still reveling, its age-old habit, in mere images of the truth. But being educated by photographs is not like being educated by older, more artisanal images. For one thing, there are a great many more images around, claiming our attention. The inventory started in 1839 and since then just about everything has been photographed, or so it seems. This very insatiability of the photographing eye changes the terms of confinement in the cave, our world. In teaching us a new visual code, photographs alter and enlarge our notions of what is worth looking at and what we have a right to observe. They are a grammar and, even more importantly, an ethics of seeing. Finally, the most grandiose result of the photographic enterprise is to give us the sense that we can hold the whole world in our heads—as an anthology of images.
Susan Sontag wrote this fifty years ago.
She died in 2004, a few months after Flickr launched.
If she were only with us now, to see how unregenerate photography remains. Even more so, it seems to me.
If she could see how Flickr has further darkened our cave, what would she say? What would she tell those who care about photography as she knew it to be, to do?
Where are the cracks, Leonard? Where does the light get in?
Tuesday the Sheboygan area saw a torrential rainstorm that lingered. This morning I visited Sheboygan Falls, just west of Sheboygan and saw these scenes. This vast amount of water is headed for the Sheboygan riverfront and then will be thrust out into Lake Michigan. October came in like a lion, for sure!
A moment,
as light as summer air.
Two voices,
woven into laughter
that echoes beyond the stone.
No secrets,
just joy,
etched in smiles
and held in hearts.
Where serenity blooms and love lingers — a quiet moment in the heart of the Buddha garden.
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I watched the sun rise today. I didn't move, but instead allowed it to move me. A rarity for someone always on the go and the endless search for the next moment.
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We sang lots of songs around the fire. It was one of the best nights of my life.
I don't care about the mass upload, I love these photos.
Featuring
Cinnamon Cocaine – Heart Face Filter
Tantrum – Melinda Heels
Truly Outrageous Fashion – Adrianna (BigGirl Event)
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''Come here little human,'' Vlad whispered with a smirk on his face as he curved his index finger to Janet. Arching a brow to him, Janet smirked back to him as she took off her red pullover over her head. ''You seem to forget love, i am no longer a human,'' she replied to him and tossed the pullover on his face. Vlad caught the pullover before it would hit him on his face and took the shirt to his nose, sniffing in. ''That is right little girl, i seem to forget it, see, that is what being old does to you, you keep forgetting things and require people to remind them to you, dang it,'' he chuckled and dropped the soft pullover on the grass. In expection, his brows shot up, what was she gonna do now? No longer she was predictable and this excited him. With a shake of her head, she sat at the corner of the tube, turning her back to Vlad. ''Yeah poor you, you need to eat more fish, eating the people who eats fish will not make your memory any better,'' she teased him with a giggle, wiggling her jeans off. She loved these tight jeans but removing them was a pain. With a sigh, Vlad watched Janet wiggle to remove these jeans and shook his head. ''Need help little girl?'' he asked and wrapped his arm to her waist from behind and pulled her into the water with a chuckle. ''VLAD!!!'' Janet growled as she looked down to her wet jeans, ''Now i will never be able to remove them!'' she growled and then shook her head wildly to him. ''No Vlad, do not you dare it,'' she said but she was late because now her wet jeans were ripped by Vlad and he was tossing them on the grass with a smirk! Sometimes this man was GRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!
As Janet glared, Vlad gave her a baffled look and totally acted innocent. ''What?'' he said, shrugging his broad shoulders. He chuckled, wrapped his arm around her shoulder and with other arm, he cluthered her waist. With a sigh, Janet leaned her head on his shoulder and held his hand, ''Nothing, you are just so....'' she said and Vlad leaned in. Janet opened her eyes to stare at him, her heart skipping a beat there. ''Irresistable?'' he finished her sentence and when she scowled to him, he took her lips between his and kissed her so tenderly. His arms tightened their grip on her body and she was on his lap in a blink of an eye. ''Vlad, let's not do this,'' Janet tried to object between his kisses and Vlad ran his hand through her hair and whispered, leaving her lips and teasing her neck with his hot breathe, ''I am not doing anything Janet,'' he whispered and she shievered. He was doing something and she knew it! ''Vlad?'' she whispered and he dropped his hands from her back and her swimbra fell in the pool. ''VLAD!'' she growled and closed her arms over her breasts as Vlad chuckled again. ''Come here Janet, i promise not to do anything, i really do,'' he teased her, hugging her again. This close, nothing mattered now. All Janet could think was how much she wanted this man now. And he had changed, he was now good. Yes good!
With a howl from outside, Janet's eyes flared open and she straightened in the bed. Her hand went to Vlad's side as an instinct then she growled in the dark. ''Asshole,'' she cursed between her teeth and rose from the bed, dangling her legs first. She was still in the hotel room, still alone. She would not go back to him again, not again. Rising from the bed, she walked to the window and glanced around. The night was dark, a black night. She leant her head on the window with a sigh and closed her eyes. Though he was gone like her, still a part of him lingered here with her...
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Models: Janet by Me, Vlad by Emmie :)
Brace yourselves, this is going to be a long one...
This is Emput (short for Semput, or asthmatic in Malay). Emput is a stray cat that started appearing around my mother in law's apartment block about a year and a half ago. Contrary to all the other cats that linger around the area, we've never seen Emput while he was still a healthy little kitten. Instead, he just came out of nowhere, all sickly and thin. His health is lacking to say the least. He was so thin that when I touched & petted him, I could see that he was barely more than skin & bone. His body and fur was covered in dried scabs & cuts from fights he had with the other neighbourhood cats. How he fared in those fights I can barely think about. In addition, he always breathed in this ragged gasps, his flanks & sides moving up and down erratically. As if he had asthma. That's how he came to be known by me as Emput.
Being a stray, he had no owner & no home to speak of. What he had was an elderly Chinese couple living in the same apartment block who took rudimentary care of him and fed him at least once a day with cat food and boiled fish with rice. What he called home was the entire ground floor of the apartment block. This however, was his favorite spot.
Because of his ill health and because I have always had a soft spot for stray cats, I took a liking to him. I'd always make it a point to stroke & pet him as much as I could whenever I walked by him. I guess I pitied him...when I gave his head & chin a rub, he would roll over and expose his stomach just like house cats do. That's the only time he felt safe & loved like one, I think. In spite of his condition, Emput held on to life for the longest time, like an old hardy soldier. For that, I respected him. I've always had it in mind to do something for him to make him better, like take him to the vet. I made a resolution to myself that I would do so in 2 months time, after Eid. I told him once while I gave him a head rub..."Hold on for 2 more months, okay?". I guess that was too much to ask.
Ever since he appeared, I have always wondered how long he could last. My wondering has ceased...
I went back to my mother in law's house yesterday. Emput was nowhere to be seen. Previously, if I didn't see him anywhere, I would ask my father in law where he was and he'd say "Oh, he was there just now, I saw him"..and then I'd feel at ease. After asking them the same question yesterday, his reply was in the negative. Instead, my father in law told me that there was a new burial mound in the little yard at the back of the apartment block. I should explain...the aforementioned elderly Chinese couple had always took it upon themselves to bury the cats they fed & took care of when they died. They did so by digging up a hole in the yard and later, when the hole was covered, they would put bricks & stones on top so that other scavenging animals can't get to the corpse. Up till recently, I noticed that there were 3 such burial mounds in the yard. Yesterday, I saw there were 4.
In the last couple of weeks, I began to do a strange thing. I began photographing Emput in his daily environment. Whenever I went back to my in law's place, I took one of my cameras along with me, always loaded with film. I photographed Emput as much as I could. Somehow, a part of me already knew that Emput had not long to live, and if no one else took photos of him (like house cats whose pictures were frequently taken by their owners)...then at least I did. If there are no photos of him at all in this whole wide world, then at least there are some in my archives. It's almost like I wanted the photos to be a record, proof that a stray cat called Emput once existed at Block F10, Seksyen 2, Wangsa Maju.
I didn't know it then, but this is the last photo I took of him.
I just wish I had done something for him earlier. Here's a photo of you Emput, published on the this crazy thing called the Innernet where everyone can see you. Turns out, it's the very least I can do for you.
Rest in peace, my friend. May Allah SWT have nicer things in store for you.
Kodak Retinette Type 022 ~ Schneider Kreuznach Reomar 45/3.5 ~ Expired Kodak Gold 100 ~ Wangsa Maju, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
As the light began to fade, a small gap appeared in the clouds, allowing the sun to make a final flourish.
☢️ HAIR - MODULUS @FAMESHED
☢️ TATTOO - VEGAS TATTOO @HARAJUKU
☢️ PANTS - MGMAN'S
☢️ NECKLACE - SWALLOW
☢️ EARS - SWALLOW
☢️ SEPTUM - RICHB
☢️ RINGS - REALEVIL
☢️ EYEBROWS FACE TATTOO - FUOEY @MAN CAVE
☢️ HEAD - LELUTKA GUY
☢️ BODY - SIGNATURE GERALT
that linger in this place and the creaking of the doors.
Recommended to view in the dark -seriously.
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heart skipping i share this with you. a moment captured in twilight light against an ever changing backdrop. summer lingers though not for long as autumn brushes once green tones into rich reds and purples. the cloak I created from silver toned leaves comes to life before my eyes and i can't believe that it turned out better than I'd ever imagined it would! she looked like summer. that's all i wanted.
we shot in a narrow alley and to get the angle right I dove into a bush in front of her. so thick were the leaves that most of me was enveloped. people walked past between us, gawping at a serene Lulu and then got a bit of a shock when they turned and noticed me! i think i quite like creating a stir in sleepy little oxfordshire villages ;)
hope you all have a lovely week!
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. The day after Black Friday and the sales continue. The madness and chaos of the busiest Saturday in the city for a long time looks to weight heavily on this man's mind. Enjoy full screen by pressing 'L' or clicking on the image.
Spent a few minutes at Duck Lake this morning, caught some brief beautiful light before the clouds moved in.
There is a beach, not far from Carmel-By-The-Sea, California, that during the heyday of the early 70’s, the psychedelia-inspired artist, Tomoko Hirakawa, created his infamous ‘sand painting’, I Linger Breathlessly Amongst the Ruins of Nan Madol. It is the type of beach that, if frolicking cast-free, smiting a fancy at will, or oddly enough, blissfully exhaling frivolity on a standard-size canvas...
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Been going back in time a bit lately and revisiting some old Genesis...surely it can not be denied that in a musical sense at the very least, Selling England by the Pound was where it all finally came together and was the steppingstone for the truly genius release of the double-LP The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway...a simply stunning musical masterpiece from front to back (and unfortunately the last with Peter Gabriel, as well as the dividing line between "old" and "new" Genesis). So, from that very harbinger album:
'I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)'
"...stepping one beyond your show."
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Textures used were my own and this one from JoesSistah... thanks Angela!