When I'm about to lose you, I known how important you are to me.. I'm deserve to be treated this way , I know :) . But I just want to make you happy for the time I've wasted before when hurting you ... Please, let me heal our love :) and I know that I can't do without you.. Don't ya know ? You said you'll give me a chance and I'll do all my best, I swear :) ! Thank you my-can't-replace :) ! I have a lot of thing to tell you now, but I have fear that you won't listen because you need time now so everything I say just make you feel annoy.. And I really want to hear your true thinking for not doing anything that hurt you anymore because I can get your feeling better, know what you really want.... want to write down a lot but don't know how to write that don't make you misunderstood ... Ah, I think that what you've done to me these days not only make me feel awful but also hurt you a lot, right ? Right now, I still can't get all of your feeling, just a bit, but I don't want you to hurt yourself that way ... Do whatever you want to me, just PLEASE DON'T HURT YOURSELF :) ! I'm begging you :) ! Ilu,Ilu,Ilumtetisaid ! :]

I may not respect you the way you want but now I've known how you feel the time before (not all but a bit) :] and I'll hold your hand tight , won't ever let it go any once more time...

♥JeT'aime♥

•I'm sorry

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and ...

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Và em chợt nhận ra,

Người bên em từng ngày qua,

Luôn bên em những phút vui buồn.

Và em chợt nhận ra

Tình yêu chính là anh,

Vậy mà em cứ mãi kiếm tìm...

You know what, yesterday when the lock of the helmet was broken , my feeling was as same as when the frog broken ... I'm afraid that something bad would happen .. :)

♥ Bí quyết bạn nên ghi nhớ khi cưa cẩm 1 Nhân Mã là “theo tình tình trốn, trốn tình tình theo”

=) ahaha :] :]

The largest wooden church in the world

Designed by Anders Fredrik Granstedt and built between 1844 and 1847, the church has a length of 45 metres (148 ft), a width of 42 m (138 ft), a height of 37 m (121 ft) and a seating capacity of more than 3,000. Altogether, there can be 5,000 people at a time in the church.

It has been rumoured that the size of the church was the result of a miscalculation when it was built (supposedly the architect was working in centimetres, which the builder misunderstood to be inches, which are 2.54 times larger). Further studies, however, have shown that the church was actually intended to be as big as it is, so it could easily accommodate a half of the area's population at the same time.

During wintertime, services are held in a smaller "winter church" (built in 1935), since the main building has no heating. New "Winter church" has been built to there asa same as the older year 1953

Hey! Long time no see. Read my other post to see why I've been gone, but rest assured, I'm not dead, just undead, misunderstood, and trying to live my best life, hahaha!

I just threw this machinima together to see if I could still put one together. I am the puppeteer for both avatars:)

The landmark for the graveyard is maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Or/143/118/1272 and called Necropolis Umbrae, Or

Of course, since it's Mother's Day tomorrow the theme is zombie. If you know me, you know.

"I’m misunderstood, not evil.

Rotten on the outside, sweet in the middle.

Let me live my best undead like tonight.

Hands up high if you feel like a misfit.

Brains on my mind but I barely even licked it.

I just want love not a spotlight full of fright.

I’m misunderstood and I’m dead,

Trying to live my best life instead."

Middle Georgia. I was shooting with a client this day and one of his asks was this species with purple flowers. I'm glad it worked out. We spent relatively little time with this bird and had him singing on a redbud and an ornamental white flowering cherry too. We didn't try any of that until I found this bird quickly and easily took a fallen and slightly raised horizontal tree and scooted along it in nuthatch fashion as one might expect of this species. The bird is perched on a limb of that tree that is closest to the ground. The purple flowers were placed in their pots directly behind this perch. Very little playback was used but how it was used is the key or this would never be possible. Playback is so misunderstood and so often improperly used and overused. Such a beautiful species and an early arrival to middle Georgia.

Portrait of a Rajasthani woman. The red dot in the center of the forehead is called a bindi. It is often misunderstood as an Indian cultural tradition, but is actually a Hindu symbol. Hindu tradition holds that all people have three eyes, the two outer ones used for seeing the outside world, the third one focusing inward toward God. As such, the red dot signifies piety as well as serving as a constant reminder to keep God in front of a believer's thoughts.

Rampage ENB

I used BTRH's awesome Elly follower and created somewhat of a wicked dremora...inspired by the dryad transformation

The #FlickrFriday #Wood challenge

In 1987 a household name weather forecaster, live on TV, told the UK that the weather centre had received a call from a lady asking if a hurricane was approaching. "Don't worry, there isn't" he informed us. Predictably (unless you are a weather forecaster I suppose) within hours, southern England was flattened by (err) strong winds which, while technically not a hurricane, certainly felt like one. A chap down the road from me discovered that his Porsche had newly installed living accommodation - ie a caravan on its roof. Ahhhh, schadenfreude!

OK, there's a bit of hyperbole there, but very many trees did indeed assume sudden landscape orientations on that night. Part of the image above features such a tree which now provides new habitats for fungi such as clustered bonnets like this one. It's an ill wind that blows no good as they say.

Clustered Bonnets, pretty much the commonest fungi in ancient woodland, are saprobic, meaning that they live on dead or dying matter. They are among the few organisms capable of consuming cellulose and lignin which are the main components of wood. In doing so they break it down and it is ultimately returned to the soil. Without saprobic fungi our woodlands would retain dead wood which would inhibit new growth. I should emphasise that what we see here is only the fruiting body of the organism, most of which is a huge thread-like structure called the mycelium, hidden away in whatever the fungus is growing upon. It is this that does the work of breaking down (in this case) the tree trunk, releasing nutrients into the soil. Fungi are a frequently overlooked, often misunderstood yet vital part of The Kingdom of Life. They photograph pretty well too.

This photo was taken as shown with a 12mm extension tube. Warm winter sunlight falling on decaying bracken provided the background colours. Some tweaks to colour channels and a vignette complete the processing.

Noooo I'm not weird... You're just not weird enough to get me 😜

Mount Indrasan [left] is located at an altitude of 6221 metres above sea level in Kullu district, Himachal Pradesh, India. Mt. Indrasan is considered as the most difficult mountain to climb in the Pir Panjal range of the Himalayas because of the challenges involved in scaling it. It was first climbed on October 13, 1962 by an expedition organized by Kyoto University Alpine Club, Kyoto, Japan.

Mount Deo Tibba [right] is a mountain located in Kullu District, Himachal Pradesh, India at a height of 6,001 metres. It is situated in the Pir Panjal Range of mountains. It lies to the southwest of Manali above Jagatsukh village. The first reconnaissance of Deo Tibba was made by General Bruce's guide, Furrer, who reported that one of its ridges looked climbable from the Hamta nala. The route to the summit of this peak has a challenging terrain as a climber has to cross over steep ice passes, glaciers with crevasses, rock fall area and moraine. The peak is exceptional in a way that the summit is not a pointed ridge but a snow dome just like an ice cap. It requires a load ferry, crossing technical terrain difficulties, using fixed ropes, crampons, ice axe etc. It is sometimes misunderstood as a beginner's peak for novice mountaineers as it is relatively easier when compared to Stok Kangri and often climbed by NCC and local agencies.

As per local beliefs, Deo Tibba is the assembly site of the gods. According to the Hindu mythology, the dome shaped peak of Deo Tibba is where the gods sit. Hence the name Deo meaning ‘Gods’ and Tibba meaning ‘hill'.

Source - Wikipedia.org

www.illibraio.it/news/dautore/sirene-elisabetta-moro-1206...

A very interesting essay on the myth of the Sirens, the fish-women (but also bird-women):

“Mermaids continue to emerge on the surface of contemporaneity from the whirlpools of our imagination precisely because they remain the symbols of the fluidity of being. In which we struggle to recognize ourselves. So much so that we mistake the flow of our blood, which resonates in a shell, for a marine echo. The song of the sirens resonates in us like the voice of the nature lover who seems to want to speak to us, and then turns her back on us, misunderstood. And return to sink into its mystery."

Un saggio molto interessante sul mito delle Sirene, le donne-pesce (ma anche donne-uccello):

“Le sirene continuano ad affiorare alla superficie della contemporaneità dai gorghi del nostro immaginario proprio perché restano i simboli della fluidità dell’essere. In cui tentiamo faticosamente di riconoscerci. Tanto da scambiare per un’eco marina lo scorrere del nostro sangue, che risuona in una conchiglia. Il canto delle sirene risuona in noi come la voce dell’amante natura che sembra volerci parlare, per poi voltarci le spalle incompresa. E tornare a inabissarsi nel suo mistero”.

I is feeling sad. last week I made a tiny mistake and it wasn't my fault. I have been storing up naughtiness for months and it just had to come out. The next thing i know the whole world knows about my one tiny mistake.

i have been so GOOD for months looking after my Mum , giving her lots of cuddles , making sure she gets out into the forest and just giving her lots and lots og love and TLC.

Poot Tiva . You have indeed been the best Nurse and yes you are a little angel really xxxx

As I faced (and continue to face) very intense, life-long mental health struggles that can be very disabling, challenging and disturbing for me, I remember spending many evenings outside at home just watching and photographing the sky as a way to try to help myself stay alive and survive. Seeing, watching, taking note of, and eventually capturing the clouds I saw seemed to naturally become one of the many ways I coped with my own intense, heartbreaking and disturbing reality. I appreciated the beauty, the colors, the variety and uniqueness of what I saw in the clouds, and how the clouds seemed to tell a story—and sometimes I could relate to the story I saw in them.

Through multiple devastating and traumatic experiences, the Bible had been misused and God misrepresented as I was treated in unhealthy, harmful and destructive ways by others. This resulted in my time spent reading the Bible (something I’d faithfully done for multiple decades that—in the past—had been safe and uplifting) becoming an extremely overwhelming, very difficult encounter which caused me to engage in intense self-criticism, self-condemnation and self-harm. But I wouldn’t give up on God—deep down I trusted His faithfulness and goodness rather than the human harm I’d experienced (though this harm was extremely wrong, intensely painful and deeply devastating). I’m thankful God didn’t give up on me and continued to communicate His care for me, perfect love for me and His understanding through His creation by showing me stories in the clouds.

The clouds seemed to tell a story I could relate to—in a way I could visualize my own experiences in the formations, light, darkness and colors I saw. It was like being able to relate to the story I saw portrayed in the clouds was a way God showed me He sees me, the brutal truth of my devastating experiences, my understandable thoughts and behaviors due to my traumatic and harmful personal experiences and that He still cares for me when I feel abandoned, used and misunderstood by some people that I once trusted who were no longer trustworthy.

We all have a story. Perhaps you can relate to parts of my personal story. And it is my hope that somehow, sometime, in some way, maybe you can find some hope in your story.

________________________

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When you are in doubt, be still, and wait;

when doubt no longer exists for you, then go forward with courage.

So long as mists envelop you, be still;

be still until the sunlight pours through and dispels the mists

-- as it surely will.

Then act with courage.

Ponca Chief White Eagle (1800's to 1914)

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Made a wrong turn once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and Fire

Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly Life

Mistreated, Misplaced, Misunderstood

Miss 'No way, it's all good'

It didn't slow me down.

Mistaken, always second guessing

Underestimated, look I'm still around

*By Pink*

I have a tendency to remain quiet or to listen when im around people that I do not know very well. My silence or desire to listen has been misunderstood as me acting arrogant or stuck up. This could not be farther from the truth. I feel like listening to someone is the best way to understand who they are and what they are about. I in no way see myself as arrogant, better, or some how above anyone else. So here is to all "those" people out there that misinterpret my silence as something other than what it is.....simply my desire to understand "those" around me

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For your consideration: a lowly black vulture, much reviled and much misunderstood. It plays a valuable role in the ecosystem by removing and breaking down carrion. Here is one flying overhead.

'To Kill a Mockingbird' was another film that captivated me as a child. And I think it was my first awareness that I was attracted to dark, run down old homes. The kind of places that were meant to be off-putting, sort of dingy and scary. And in the film made even scarier by the presence of Arthur 'Boo' Radley (who turned out to be not a bad guy, just misunderstood). Anyway here I am again, years later, still imagining Boo's old house. And this one has all the classic elements, overgrown vegetation, faded, grim siding, gnarly old tree, unrated leaves from last year. Really the sort of place most people walk past quickly and avoid looking at.

Popular in the UK, misunderstood in the US

(aka 'And You are All in Me', aka 'Pride is about no Prejudice at All')

"In the tangled web of life, identity is in the eye of the beholder — shaped by what we see, what we choose to understand, and what we refuse to let go."

(Hubert Crackanthorpe)

PS: Yes, A., I read your sensible words — not out of obsession, but because I read everything. It’s what I do, professionally and personally. From tabloid headlines to lofty sonnets, from SeraphimSL to the MLA Handbook — and yes, when someone I cared about deeply for ten years writes something, I notice. I don't obsess. Promise.

You say it’s not about me, and I believe that. 569 % (three digits, always). I didn't even think it was. Because I am a reader. A close reader even. Still, silence between us speaks louder than words ever could. And your PS did include me in some way. Isn't that telling? The irony is not lost on me. Nor is your care. Thank you for that. And a thousand other things.

I’m not here to debate or to reopen anything. Just to say: I understand how it feels to be misunderstood. Marginalized. Labeled as ‘insane’ or 'evil'. And if my presence — even as a silent reader — ever felt like a judgment, it wasn’t meant that way.

Sometimes we read because we still care. Even when we’re no longer part of the story.

That’s all. Really. I am glad you and M. invite others to reflect and even communicate. And that is not sarcasm. While I reflect on us (unavoidably), I do not want to make this about us. I wish you and M. happiness. More than you can probably imagine. It’s not some twisted sense of ego that made me craft this. It’s love. For anyone. Always. The 'beautiful man' (who can rage like a savage, true). Your words, not mine. Remember him? The time has come to honor those words. So this is for you guys. And the love you have. All the way. Be well. Be very well. Ave atque vale.

PS2: Buns: thank you for helping me with this while you wanted some more beauty sleep. God knows you don't need any of that anyway. Kali: order us some food. And all of you out there: the next picture will be totally insane and about nothing specific at all. Or about the ladies & me. Because that's how we roll.

And don't make others miserable. Or I will come haunt you. 👻

A., You know I am all about the mood woven by notes and words, not the exact lyrics: Beck - Lost Cause

Bonus track, because A. is right. Or rather: love is always right. So love ALL the colors of the rainbow: The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart - This Love Is Fucking Right

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"Sometimes I allowed my thoughts, unchecked by reason, to ramble in the fields of Paradise."

(from 'Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus' by Mary Shelley; 1818)

('Frankenstein's monster' by NECA)

YOU REALLY HAVE TO VIEW IT ON BUHLACK! please? :o3

again the title is from Tom Felton's song.

uhh, Time Well Spent. LOL

nice song as usual 8D

one of my favorites.

yay i painted my toesies red!

and my flipflops are green.

so, Happy Christmas? lol.

okay i am corny.

hope ya'll like deez one 8D

i have to go to sleep.

EXAMS TOMORROW.

GEOMETRY and one of the most complicated and misunderstood, MUSIC.

HAHA

pray for me! i'll need it. so bad T_T

night flickr! *hugss*

Today the good people of Alabama face an excruciatingly difficult decision. They have to figure out whether it would be a bad idea to elect someone who has been credibly accused of using his political power to sexually assault and harass girls as young as 14 years of age. Of course if they choose not to vote for Roy Moore they might be giving up on the chance to make America great again. You know, "when families were united — even though we had slavery — they cared for one another…. Our families were strong, our country had a direction." So there you have it. If they choose not to send a likely child molester to Congress they might lose out on the chance to "shake up the establishment" and "drain the swamp" by electing someone who opines that getting rid of all of the amendments after the Tenth would "eliminate many problems." I do hope that the citizens of Alabama are able to resolve this moral dilemma for the ages. This is the United States in 2017.

To make sure that I am not misunderstood, I don't really think that this is a difficult decision. The fact that someone like Roy Moore has a strong chance of being elected to the US Senate tells us something terrible about the state of the country at this point in time. Of course it can't be too much of a surprise given the current resident of the Oval Office...

Update: it looks like Alabama came through on this one. It's hard to get too excited when the margin of victory is barely over one percent, but it's a start. Congratulations to everyone who worked hard on Doug Jones' campaign. I would also like to say thank you to all the people who chose decency and respect in this election even when it meant going against some of their ideological commitments.

A wild Turkey Vulture perches in a dead tree at Pickle's Bluff in John Dean Provincial Park, BC.

I really enjoyed the hour plus watching the resident kettle of vultures. For their huge size (wingspan of 69 inches; one inch shy of the smaller Bald Eagles), they are completely silent: not just in flight, but in lack of calling to each other. All interactions were with body language only. Somehow, it made watching them a completely peaceful and awe inspiring experience, and I have found a new appreciation for a bird that is largely misunderstood and even disdained.

This one landed not very far away from me on the bluff, and I carefully maneuvered to a better position. When it started preening, I thought I would have ample opportunity to observe them at close range. Another member, however decided it was time to go, and flew at this one's perch. It flew off, and within minutes, the whole kettle was gone.

Please don't use this image on websites, blogs, etc. without my permission.

3 avis -- all me with a camera-view-saving hud

Just so you know I am not blogging for anyone so it's not an ad but I love this hud because it let me put myself as a frame girl, fish and monkey in the same place with the same camera view without using a green screen. I found the Timeless Photo hud at the Focus Photography Fair which had some cool things just for photographers like this hud and eeps and stuff.

All three avatars are me and I photographed myself in the SL Domino Photo Studio box at the Photo Fair with Sandy Burgess' Timeless Hud's Photography Hud. You can save your camera view on the hud which allowed me to pop home to change avis and then pop back to arrange my "new model" self on the set, then click the button and I took the same photograph with the same view. I even finished the last shot the next day as I had to go do something so came back to SL later.

I love that the hud saved my camera view. I layered the 3 photographs in photoshop and then just erased wherever my avatar was.

I learned about the hud at a "photo storytelling" class given by Wren Carling at the Photo Fair.

Photography Hud by Timeless Huds, Sandy Burgess (sandy.burgess). 2nd Floor at the Photo Fair.

maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Holly%20Kai%20Estates/172/...

and on SL marketplace store: marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/238411

SL Domina Photo Studio using their Professional Version Z Ultimate. I chose the eyeball wallpaper for the background and the Tree Swing in the Outdoor section of the 3D Scene Rezzer Menu set out on the 2nd platform of the PhotoFair

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and can be found on SL marketplace store : marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/42537

or inworld : maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Arinya/123/54/2001

February Focus Photography Fair: Feb 11 until Feb 25th. There are vendors selling stuff very useful for SL photography as well as contests and daily events like SL photography classes and DJs

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Avatar 1 : FishEye Avatar by Wilds of Organica

I think it's worth a mention that you buy the avatar and the skin seperately. maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Organica/139/178/35

Avatar 2: Baby orangotan by Ripped Winkler

Used to be free on Winkler's New Moon space. I got it back in 2017 but the sim is gone so no more free baby orangutan. He still sells monkeys avatars and a giant gorilla on SL marketplace. marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/9949

Avatar 3 : Meta_Body Frame Girl by Meilo (meilo.minotaur)

Used to be free as part of the 2011 Meta_Body project headed up by CapCat Ragu and Meilo Minotaur at the Delicatessen sim. At this point, looks like the free strange avatars that were part of the Meta-Body project are no longer available as the sim is currently under construction and the Meta-Body project is gone. I don't know when the sim will reopen or if the strange avatars will be placed back out but the sim has art projects on an irregular basis. Places that may post info when the construction is finished:

inworld group: Delicatessen

secondlife:///app/group/19405ea8-39ae-bacd-4e1b-c16a03bd5695/about

blog: delicatessensl.wordpress.com/ (worth noting the last post was 2019 about an RL exhibit of an SL exhibit with SL people telling stories based on parts of the exhibit in text. I thought it was a cool concept)

flicker: www.flickr.com/groups/sldelicatessen/

I originally did this photo for the SL Domina photo contest at the Focus Photography Fair but misunderstood the deadline. I thought it was a photo submission deadline but it is actually the voting on the photos deadline so I was too late to get any votes as I submitted the day of the deadline. So no one viewed my image in their contest.

However, I was happy because it gave me an excuse to try out the Timeless Photography hud and I found it easy to use and I love, love, love it. I love being able to go to the sim as different "people" and creating a "group" shot. I hadn't taken an SL photo in a long time (April 2021! Can you believe it?) so this was fun and I got to pull out some of the stranger avatars I've picked up in my journeys in SL.

It is worth noting if Focus does voting contests at their fairs and you want to join the smaller 1000L voting contests, make sure your pictures are submitted before the previous contest ends. They seem to put up the photos to be voted on after the deadline of the previous contest and end the voting on the stated deadline of the contest. This is not true of their big 100,000L photo contest as that seems to be the deadline for photo submissions.

The night never scared me… it just felt misunderstood.

Some places carry a weight to them the kind that settles into the air, into the silence, into the spaces between each step. Most people feel it and turn back. They don’t stay long enough to understand it. But I always do.

The bridge beneath me creaks like it’s remembering something, old wood shifting with every step I take. It should feel fragile… like it might give in if I press too hard. But it doesn’t. Not for me. It holds steady, like even it knows I’m not here to break anything I’m here to exist inside it.

The ruins stretch around me, quiet and watchful, wrapped in shadows that don’t reach for me the way they do for others. They soften instead. Bend just slightly. Like the dark doesn’t feel so heavy when I’m in it… like it recognizes something familiar.

I don’t fight it. I don’t try to be brighter than it or louder than it.

I just move through it… and somehow, that’s enough to change everything.

There’s a calm in that kind of presence. A quiet confidence that doesn’t need to prove itself. The way everything fits without forcing it the shine, the shape, the details all settling into place like they were meant to be here, in this exact moment, in this exact kind of night.

Maybe that’s the difference.

I don’t chase the light.

I let the dark become something softer instead.

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Black Bears are so fascinating to watch with their interesting individual personalities. A beautiful and too often misunderstood animal that is deserving of our profound respect. For one they help make our forests so beautiful with the way they fertilize the forests with the fish they eat.

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To fly in the darkness...

where no others can see.

And for what rhyme or reason,

could there possibly be?

Because of the song,

that plays in their soul.

A light in the distance,

that never grows old.

Some end up lost,

and for them, this is good.

But the're never alone,

just misunderstood.

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Another way to say, come what may,

Or, no two ways about today

Simplicities charm arises

From the morn's fog, in disguises

We see little to upset us

Except the misted silence of time to bless

But more's the merrier; minutes, hours, years

Calling again and again till the leaf falls, the thought drops to tears

Remembrance seems so Autumnal

Neither served with ice, nor spiced, is it merely imaginal?

It merits a pause...one intense second doesn't always bring another

For not every road can bear the width of two lives, but rather

Allow the Autumn of your mind to pass naturally, neither hurried nor static

Nature's guidance is evident beyond our being simply pragmatic

Nothing to counter, nothing to gain, just the same old same old, again

I hear voices say against the fog's clearance; no more headroom for the arrogant strain

Violence appals but let their vitriolic diction be beheaded

This earth is nigh-on bankrupt, an ecological exhaustive to ourselves no longer wedded

We eco-shape-shifted to the point of no return

Only a change with the climate, not against, will safe our present concern

For a world without a captain risks, bow to stern, all within it's hull

Many can neither swim nor fly; that thin line between land and sky becomes null

Will money buy the well-equipped yachts to save us all, or just another bodily wave goodbye-

That ripple-effect dyes the water's below a sickly red against a leisurely white lie

Die, die...dive to save their souls before too late becomes our too soon

A squeaky door nauseates yes, but who holds the handle to it's quirky tune?

To life a soft breeze, is to the disharmonious soul an environmental wheeze

A misunderstood line upsets in it's entirety whole chapter and verse, listen please

We are not long born before ageism on that wind is unkindly sown

Concessions in society are few when it comes to the Autumnal brow, a view withheld by many who cannot see where the wind has blown.

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11h15: 27/09/2008

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82% of students nationwide who identify as LGBTQ were bullied in the last year based on their sexual orientation alone.

Don't ever let anybody make you feel like the waste of space you aren't.

This image is a precursor to my Spring 2016 BFA thesis show on self-stigmatization. Wanting to belong in society but fearing the position of the "other", a social space in which one is misunderstood, isolated, devalued, and dehumanized based on what makes them different. I've been putting all my time and effort into this series of 20 images for my thesis show and I would love your input!

Have you ever fallen victim to stigma? thoughts, Ideas, comments, advice for the future of this project. Anything you would like to see in this body of work?

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We have company visiting from Phoenix this weekend. When I told Dash we would be entertaining someone he evidently misunderstood me and came to the logical (?) conclusion that everyone should be entertaining HIM.

I don't know why I was surprised.

In the last couple of years, I've been too strict to my work. I've set myself a limit that I decided I couldn't go under. While researching ideas and developing concepts I always looked for and stuck to only the best in my opinion. I thought my work has reached a certain level that I'm not allowed to go below. I have to maintain certain expectations. Thus I limited my creativity leaving behind a lot of ideas that I thought were not enough.

When I thought about this image my first thought was it is too simple and lacks layers. But then I also thought so what? It doesn't always have to be multi-dimensional. The emotions and the atmosphere are sometimes just enough.

Over the years of my career, I've learned one thing. You will never know what work is going to be your best one. I had instances when I thought a photograph will be popular but it never got the feedback I expected. When I created "Butterflies in my stomach" I thought it will be misunderstood because it's way too dark for the public. But it exploded.

Listening to the feedback is important but it doesn’t mean you need to please the audience. It means you will never know. How many ideas I've left behind that had potential but I thought they are not good enough just because they are not conceptual enough? Not provocative enough? Not clever enough?

Do whatever feels right.

Experiment, try on, take risks.

Your creativity is enough.

Night Photography on the Alps

Star trail, single exposure lasted 1 hour, taken of course in a moonless night.

I've been so many times above the clouds that I no longer even remember how many...

For me it has become a totally normal thing to see below me a lovely carpet of clouds.

Since the late evening this carpet of clouds was entirely shrouding the Valle Gesso, Natural Park of the Maritime Alps (Italy).

From my vantage point I saw that this valley was pointing slightly to the north, so I instantly knew that thanks to Earth's rotation through a very long exposure I would have got the trails of the stars converging right into the cloudscape! Almost like a logical continuation, an extension of it :-) With some distant light pollution coming from the valleys of Cuneo that would have provided a proper hint of light (light pollution is such a precious component in night photography, unfortunately too often misunderstood and underestimated by beginners).

And so it was, as evidenced by this photo.

It has been really fascinating to fix this interrelation between such elements so ethereal and peculiar (stars, light, clouds). A minimalist and silent dialogue... as I love to understand and live the mountain, in serene and peaceful solitude, admiring these bridges toward the otherworldly.

I am pretty sure: in silence there is the answer.

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Every time we hold someone's hands means something. For this one, I'm trying to convey a SECRET LOVE between two people who choose to be together but not in public...a love that can be misunderstood in so many ways....

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In the quiet of the night, where shadows mourn

And hollow winds caress the weeping trees,

I linger in the echoes of a love forlorn,

A captive to the pain that never leaves.

You were the phantom touch upon my soul,

A fleeting breath of life that swiftly fades.

Yet in your absence, I am less than whole,

A specter lost in time’s relentless shades.

My heart, a sepulcher of dreams denied,

Entombs the whispered hope that once was bright.

Now, only darkness in these veins resides,

A bleeding wound that festers in the night.

Your name, a curse upon my withered lips,

An echo in the chasm of despair.

I drown in shadows of your fingertips,

Grasping at the emptiness you left there.

Oh, cruel love, that wounds with silent grace,

You carved your name into my bleeding heart.

Yet all I have is this forsaken place,

Where love and loss are never far apart.

-----------------------Death in Love ---------------------

In the shadows where the living dare not tread,

I dwell in endless night, a specter’s grace.

The world beneath my touch turns cold and dead,

Yet in my hollow heart, there is a place

For one who never saw my veiled face.

He, a demon bathed in fleeting light,

Unaware of the gaze that followed near,

Unknowing that I longed to end his night

And claim him for my own, to hold him dear.

But love is foreign to a soul austere.

I wander through the world with scythe in hand,

A harbinger of fate, of final breath.

Yet, what is Death but love misunderstood,

A longing for the end to be our thread?

I’d reap the very stars to see him spread

His mortal arms and whisper my true name.

But he, enraptured by the day’s bright flame,

Would never see the beauty of my dark domain.

Oh, how I envy life, that fragile grace,

The warmth of skin, the beating of the heart.

For just one touch, I’d halt the earth’s embrace,

To stop all time and tear the world apart,

If only for a moment in his arms to start

A dance of shadows in the dying light,

Where he and I could merge as day with night,

Two souls entwined before the endless flight.

But love is not for me, nor fleeting bliss.

I am the end of all that lives and breathes.

Yet in my endless duty, I dismiss

The aching void that my cold heart beneath.

I reap, I take, but never do I keep.

For what is Death but love’s eternal sleep?

And so, I watch him from the dusk’s soft veil,

A silent guardian of his demonic trail.

I long to whisper, yet my words would pale

Against the beauty of his fleeting strife.

For in his mortal pain, I find my knife,

A blade that cuts me deeper than the grave.

Yet still, I yearn, his dark and silent slave,

To feel his love, the one thing I can’t save.

So I shall wait, eternal, ever near,

A shadow in the corner of his eye.

And when his time has come, I’ll draw him near,

With tender hands, beneath the starless sky.

For only then, in Death, will he be mine,

A love that blooms beyond the reach of time.

I can't remember when it was good

moments of happiness elude

maybe I just misunderstood

all of the love we left behind

watching the flash backs intertwine

memories I will never find

-Muse

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Labyrinth - The Raven's Weakness (Amalie and Ciaran)

...Well, I'm still imagining a dark lit place

Or your place or my place

Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you

I wanna make you move because you're standin' still

If your body matches what your eyes can do

You'll probably move right through me on my way to you

Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you

I wanna make you move because you're standin' still

If your body matches what your eyes can do

You'll probably move right through me on my way to you..

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Once upon a time Vin and I had started a roleplay world inspired by Jim Henson's Labyrinth; in particular what happened AFTERWARDS. We've decided to create the characters that inhabited this world of the Underground and its King/Queendoms, and bring them to life. It all started with Jareth and Sarah's children and their epic love stories...and it has epically continued on and on through the generations.

What this world means to Vin and me...it is more than words can say. We put our souls into this world and what it represents. But it is our pleasure and excitement to be able to bring them to life.

The ones who kickstarted our whole story was Amalie (the eldest child of Jareth and Sarah who become the first Pure One) and Ciaran (a disgraced Raven prince who was the first to be known as: The Raven).

Upon first meeting, Ciaran did everything in his power (using rather cruel tactics) to scare away and send home the young woman who had come to his realm. He saw her as an enemy; someone who could and would undo everything he'd worked so hard for...

However Amalie was able to see past the mask and see Ciaran for who he really was: a misunderstood, broken man. She helped him regain his 'humanity' and therefore in him gained not only her greatest protector...but the love of her life.

Here in this scene, we're going behind closed doors. Heh, Amalie has always been Ciaran's greatest weakness and as he's told her numerous times, "You are always such a tease." After all one of her favorite things to do was tease and turn her husband on to see how quickly he would lose himself (especially since she appeared so sweet and innocent in public most of the time).

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I have Vin to thank for setting up these poses and scene! Much rawrness to be had!

...are what warms my heart and gives me peace and security. I didn't have many opportunities to follow the butterflies and visit them in the wild outside in the summer months, because other things needed my attention and patience. There was the fox family that I was able to accompany for a long time. There was the heavy rain here, which determined our actions until mid-July, and of course there was my beloved family that needed me. So it was that just a few days ago I was able to discover this butterfly early in the morning in a beautiful natural meadow where I live. They were short and very intense moments where I was able to completely forget myself while photographing the many beautiful butterflies.

Question for you, dear friends: Would you criticize my new nature photo and tell me what I can do better on this one? I am of the opinion that only good and clearly expressed criticism helps us move forward in what we love to do. It has very rarely been the case for me that someone who always thinks everything about my pictures is good, has brought me a step forward in photography. Please don't get me wrong. I really appreciate all of your wonderful compliments and am extremely grateful for them. But honestly, is there anything you think needs improvement in my pictures?

For me, standing still means going backwards in what I love doing most. I am constantly improving and trying to test myself. ( I'm still like a child in this case and says straight out what I think ). Unfortunately, something happened to me recently with a criticism that I would rather not have communicated, because it was completely misunderstood even though I tried to formulate it as objectively and clearly as possible. It was important to me to show this person that you can improve your work to achieve a more pleasing result, which in turn can give you a lot of additional joy and motivation. At least that is my view of things that didn't end well. I am personally extremely sorry about that. That was not what I wanted to achieve with the criticism I made there. Maybe my poor english made it even more worse.

Now back to my question. Would you like to tell me openly and honestly what I could improve about my personal photography? I would be extremely grateful for constructive criticism, which can be formulated in clear, understandable sentences, so unambiguous and open criticism is what is needed. If there is none of that, that's fine too. Thank you dear friends for your open mind and all your kindness you gave through all the years. It means the world to me. Love you all.

"The butterfly counts not months but moments,

and has time enough."

“You do not just wake up and become the butterfly. Growth is a process.”

“Butterflies are nature’s angels. They remind us what a gift it is to be alive.”

Duchess is a bit misunderstood. But who wouldn't be that way if you're destined to die?

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- misunderstood feelings

- an inability to regulate your own emotions

- self isolation, whether you withdraw or push others away.

I'm lonely, not by my own choices, but your toxic behaviours. If you grown, act like it.

You need not to reach for the stars, when life becomes so dark ,and when the wind does blow against the grain ,you must follow your heart ,you must follow your heart.

when all your friends ..have come and gone, the sun no longer shines, the happiness for which you long ,is washed away, like an oceans tide ,when all the hard times, outweigh the good ,and all your words are misunderstood.

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