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πΆ Standing in a nice dress
Staring at the sunset, babe
Red lips and rosy cheeks
Say you'll see me again
Even if it's just in your wildest dreams..πΆ
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Among the vastness in time and space
Miraculous how I found your face
You are the one that waited, no matter how out of place
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Patience is a wonderful virtue among friends. Happy Sunday!
Come stand next to me
Let the waters carry away your worries
Let the sun warm your soul
Let the breezes caress your face
And be confidant and knowβ¦.
Here, I will be. Unwavering.
Consistency, persistency, and hope will help you navigate those dark clouds of doubt and tribulation. They will help keep you in flight through your storms.
This image is on the cover of the second installment of the "Blue Daunia" series now available on Kindle on Amazon. The paperback version will follow in a few days. Enjoy!
The stars sing about you brightly
I know because they whisper about you nightly
You dream about the ultimate embrace
And the moment you see my face
An impactful moment it will be
Just you
Just me
Our worlds will collide
Nothing to hide
As we embrace for impact.
A happy and blessed 2018 to you all!
These things I warmly wish for you:
Some one to love
Some work to do
A bit o' sun
A bit o' cheer
And a guardian angel always near
-Irish blessing
The morning started with a thick mist in the park. It made for some atmospheric shots that worked well in black and white. This shot was taken through the trees on the edge of the lake.
Drain
Strain
Agony
Disgrace
This is a colorless place
Build
Filled
Happiness
Restore
Youβve given me so much more
I pray you all receive the gift of life, love, and friendship this holiday season.
Merry Christmas to you all and thank you for your support!
It is highly appreciated.
A bit of intriguing mystery. Slightly covered, teasing, and waiting to be discovered.
Model: Jessica
I hope you all have a fantastic weekend ahead!
When we live in season's past, we get swallowed alive.
I hope you all Spring forward in your journeys.
Happy Sunday Friends!
Marching on, never forgetting
Always telling the story
Reasons so fitting
The end goal is worth fighting for
Have faith and inner strength
A bond at the very core
We've come a long way from debutants and cotillion balls.
I have started a new series for experimental portraits. I hope you enjoy it as much as I had fun making them.
I am thankful for all my friends and their eager cooperation.
I am also thankful for your support.
Models: Jessica, Melinda, Deborah, Amanda, and Karen.
Happy Thanksgiving to all!
My eyes have seen your glory
My heart has felt your touch
My spirit soars when you are near
My thoughts dwell on you much.
Out of chaos came the order
Out of darkness came the light
Out of sadness came the hope
to help my spirit take flight
Within your loving arms there is freedom.
Happy Sunday my friends!
I closed my eyes after I prayed and decided to let the Holy Spirit be my guide.
He took me along the surface of the rolling waves, then we dove in deep to the undercurrents and riptides.
We floated until we arrived where the water meets the sand. Then we began to walk until we reached dry land.
We frolicked across the rolling hills and fertile ground.
We walked further into the heart of Mother Nature and this is what we found:
Her heart was encased on the outside with warm jeweled tones of red, orange, and gold.
However, the inside was different; true treasures and riches it did hold.
Once I saw it, I wanted more and more. So I eagerly went to touch it to see what was at the very core.
Piercing the heart of hearts I did find something quiet, tender, and most profound. Her heart glowed blue; enflamed intense heat, overpowering and true... yet it was somehow on the ground.
I asked the spirit why it doesn't burn everything away.
He said, "My child, a pure heart won't destroy or decay. A pure heart will burn with passion, yes. A pure heart will wait to be picked up. A pure heart will continually love and bless. You see, love is the secret to youth. It is the well-spring of life in which all flows and is constantly renewed.
There is one thing you should know; love is a choice.
You choose to warm the heart of another soul and help it grow.
Mother Nature creates the seasons, but she is not seasonal. If you choose to take her and put her first, she will help you blossom in ways you previously thought were unfeasible.
Her love she will not hide. She will awaken the dawn in you and pull you in at noontide.
She will gently kiss you every sunset and in the midnight of age. She will always bring her light and lift your foggy haze.
All it takes is one leaf to float away....
One leaf from her heart is the start of an Eternal Spring."
Happy First Day of Fall!
I look forward to catching up with you all.
I hope your heart is happy and well.
I hope you have joy and someone who makes your heart swell. :)
Today is World Autism Awareness Day. Life with Autism can be a challenge. What is supposed to be in focus is not. What is in focus is rare, but intense. It can be chaotic, sublime, frustrating, and beautiful all at the same time. I encourage you all to look with your heart and not your eyes to see the beautiful mess that is contained in these people on the spectrum.
Thank you and Happy Sunday my friends!
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl that kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars, and left regret beneath the earth she walked on . ~Robert M. Drake
Model: Heather
Have a wonderful weekend fellow Flickr Friends!
The trees stood silent, but I was shaking.
The anticipation, the hush... it was deafening.
What is to come and become?
The answers felt near, but were still unclear.
This was another photo taken in the twilight of the snow storm in Florida. It's an eerie feeling standing in the middle of a loud silence when not even the animals stir.
Thank you for your kind favs and comments!
from film noir ... cinematographer unknown to me ....
in my Etude from Film noir Series ....
Taken Mar 24, 2017
Thanks for your visits, faves, invites and comments ... (c)rebfoto
In this quiet moment, nature extends a silent invitation β to step closer, to pause, to listen. Trees speak not with words, but through presence, rustling leaves, and filtered light. This image captures that gentle call into stillness and calm.
stone outlives footsteps. the man walks beneath time-worn convent walls in palma, his shadow crossing painted words: bus, taxi Γ’ none his. there's something cinematic in the emptiness, in the hush of sandstone and asphalt, in the quiet determination of one figure moving forward.
a figure between oceans of light and echoes of symmetry. behind her, time stands still. beneath her, a silent tide mirrors the sky.
he looks toward the light, but carries the darkness with grace. a portrait of quiet strength and unanswered questions β suspended somewhere between what is and what could be.
a solitary figure framed by geometry and tide, caught between silence and movement, beneath the echo of a lisbon clock
he stands between two walls of light, one hand shielding the sun, the other buried in blue light. itβs a mirrored pause, a moment split between self and signal. under the harsh geometry of stone and shadow, he becomes twin and ghost, framed by absence and attention.
a hand suspended in shadow, its crimson fingertips reaching into the silence behind a pane of darkened glass. this is the theatre of the unnoticed β where gesture becomes language, and light becomes intent. the frame offers no face, no context, only a fleeting presence wrapped in elegance and mystery. an image that feels paused between meaning and movement.
the man rolls silent through the falling sun, wrapped in shadow, facing the shimmer of the sea β as if riding not just the path, but time itself.
beneath the clouds, across the distant marina, the evening exhales gently over palma bay.
beneath a window of shadowed circles and hidden text, a woman cuts through the grid of light with elegance and solitude. her steps echo on the mosaic floor, framed by geometry, swallowed by silence. this is the rhythm of a city seen in high contrast and quiet grace.
he doesnβt move. the ocean, the breeze, the sailboats β 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.
we didnβt say anything. we just watched. his steps seemed slower than usual, or maybe time stretched in the silence. the glass was cold against the boyβs fingertips, but he didnβt pull away. we measured distance not in meters, but in memory β the way he stood straighter out there, the way our shadows grew longer inside. thereβs no drama in a moment like this, just the echo of whatβs unsaid. just a window framing everything you didnβt get the chance to say.
created with midjourney.
I stood still in the deep woods of unanswered desires where passions are high and guards are down.
I had longed for this creature of the night to reside in my ready yet still vacant town.
As the creature approached loud, hard, and unrelenting, I found myself losing all control...and consenting.
My heart raced and my breath shook, yet I began to bloom.
The creature of the night comes for me and my empty room.
This photo was taken after twilight in the snow storm a few weeks ago. May you all find a few thrills as you start your new week. Thanks for your kind favs and comments. Happy Sunday!
the sea was loud but she walked through it as if wrapped in a different frequency. the clouds stacked above portixol like unwritten sentences β heavy with meaning, uncertain in tone. in the brief flicker of dusk, her jacket caught the last sigh of light, glowing like defiance against the incoming night. this was not just a walk. it was punctuation between two storms.
i saw him from a distance, paused mid-step in the arcade. the shadow stripes were like lines on a forgotten sheet of music, and he stood at the edge of light, holding a folder that might have been his past or just a menu.
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.
n the promenade of portixol. a man, half in light, half in shadow, resting on a bench. above him a slatted roof, beneath him his own double in silhouette. the sky is bare, the sea restless. he could be anywhere β but heβs right here. caught between stillness and shine.
AAW February 7 - 14: Mood Photography
WIT: This is another shot I took where the man scores his goal, he is clearly very happy!
Active Assignment Weekly - Mood Photography
AAW - Feb. 7-14, 2022.
Lucky enough to catch this couple walking their dog along the roadside on a cold winter day. Converted to B&W, increased contrast and reduced background noise.
A Sunday sunset to ease the weary sol.
A sunset serenity in the cool waters to calm the fires down below.
Happy Sunday my friends. I hope you all have a peaceful week.