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🎢 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..🎢

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Swifty Vibe

  

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

❀❀

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 know….

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!

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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

You’ve 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!

The kind of glance you remember, but can’t explain.

 

Olympus OM-D E-M5 Mk.II

M.Zuiko 17mm/f1.8

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. :)

 

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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!

 

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I like to create a mood a story through photography in art form

from film noir ... cinematographer unknown to me ....

in my Etude from Film noir Series ....

 

Taken Mar 24, 2017

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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

I like to create a mood a story through photography in art form

he stands between two walls of light, one hand shielding the sun, the other buried in blue light. it’s 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 doesn’t 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 didn’t say anything. we just watched. his steps seemed slower than usual, or maybe time stretched in the silence. the glass was cold against the boy’s fingertips, but he didn’t 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. there’s no drama in a moment like this, just the echo of what’s unsaid. just a window framing everything you didn’t 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!

 

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the sea was loud but she walked through it as if wrapped in a different frequency. the clouds stacked above portixol like unwritten sentences – 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 – but he’s 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.

in the theatre of the street, he walks unseen β€” a lone figure lit by the digital glow of elsewhere. around him, the world collapses into shadow, silence, absence. the weight of disconnection is not loud; it hums quietly through the grid of our lives.

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