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Just a few newer pieces from the "Daydreamer" exhibition.
You can purchase and view more work at the Phone Booth Gallery.
PONTIAC, MICH (2008) - Don't make me regret this picture this as nude as I get for the camera... and some people! It's actually part of a dance outfit... no I'm not a stripper or exotic dancer... just wanted to have fun.
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part 2/4. Lonely goodbye.
Listen: www.youtube.com/watch?v=v1CiINFsBkY
Continuation of the series of our collaboration. This one is the last moment of contemplation and having driven away everything, she lays there alone and weak from the pain she inflicted upon herself.
Collaborators:
I 've just found out my wife took this photo a few weeks back in Half Moon Bay. I regretted that I couldn't travel with her due to another commitment. Her photo of the marina really makes me envy. I should have changed my plan for that day.
Model: Estrany www.facebook.com/estrany
Photo shoot: my house, London
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she stands
under the tree
and wonders
what life would have been like
if she had chosen differently.
©Teag Mcgillivary
Four years with Flickr and 3000 photos posted on this site!
The chance to discover many, many new - virtual - friends and their wonderful photos...
Flowers to all my friends at this anniversary!
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I have already 4 years with Flickr (but with a background of many years having photography as main hobby)
FLICKR represented for me:
- The opportunity to discover the charme of this excellent network, its rules and procedures;
- 3000 photos posted on FLICKR, many comments and awards... and the regret of my very limited time devoted to this activity;
- Certainly, the most important thing- the chance to discover many, many new -virtual- friends and their wonderful photos...
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© Ioan C. Bacivarov
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I'n back after skipping a few days! I got a chance to take photos, it's been raining for almost two weeks straights
Model: Abby
Le souvenir est une rose au parfum discret que l'on arrose avec les larmes du regret.
Remembrance is a discreetly scented rose that we water with tears of regret.
Claire Malesset
2022 Ethereal City Autumn Photo Contest
People Category
Second Life Maps | Ethereal City
Week 15
We had the most perfect weather for gloom this week. Seriously heavy clouds (which is so unusual for this time of year around here) made for perfect lighting. Of course, the rains brought out the mosquitoes in full force. Just one of my arms has eight bites on it - not to mention the rest of my body.
I had a hard time hanging on to this one and not posting it as soon as I finished it on Thursday. I am super excited about it and I hope it will spur on a new twist in my "red" series.
One railroad that I regret not having time for on our trip last summer was the Buffalo and Pittsburgh. But while standing on the East Jefferson Street Bridge waiting for this: flic.kr/p/2jABaZR I wandered a bit further down the sidewalk for a tiny peak into the railroad that got away.
While the more than 700 mile long regional is headquartered in Rochester, NY the road maintains its primary locomotive shop here in Butler. With a wildly diverse roster of some 113 units (although some are assigned elsewhere on the far flung disconnected Genesee and Wyoming empire) this really is a road worthy for more attention. B&P 926 visible is a former Norfolk and Western GP18 blt. in Dec. 1959 with the same number. I'm not sure of what unit it is behind it but over in the shop was an eclectic mix of former SD40-2s, SD45s, SD60Ms, and more ancient geeps and switchers.
New track construction was underway with switches laid out for a new ladder leading back out the north tail of the wye that is formed here where the B&P meets the Bessemer trackage visible in the background. With strong business, expanding trackage and all this mix of new and old power, I think I need to come back and spend a few days with these guys!
Butler, Pennsylvania
Tuesday August 18, 2020
Skin - Tyranny Designs
Eyes - *AN* Vivid Color Cat Eyes in Aqua
Lashes - Catwalk Lashes by Redgrave
Bodice - Part of 25ANS Group Gift
Anna : "Why did you choose me? I'm dangerous."
Marion : "You don't have to be hard on your self, dear. There's an old saying, even someone has so many sins, there must be something good that shine on her, and it was the purest thing that you'll ever remember."
Anna : "You know nothing about me, Marion."
Marion : "I may not know very much about you rather than you do. But, as long as we are together, no one can harm us, even ourselves."
Anna : "Um..."
Marion : "It's okay honey, I'll never let you go. I'll protect you...
from now...
and then."
This is the partial eclipse of 1999, when light cloud made photography possible - it was too bright here this morning to risk anything similar!
Eclipse on Bredon Hill.
In the darkness before the dawn
they climbed the track from the villages
beneath the hill to the land’s rim.
Seated on straw bales on creaking carts,
in the morning’s chill, in expectation of a sight
to remember all their lives.
Waiting for the ending of the night,
quietly they sat, regretting warm beds, until the growing light
falling on field and hedge awoke the birds,
greeting with song the rising sun,
golden, above the valley’s edge.
Then the moon passed, eating away the sun’s gleam,
and the people and the birds fell silent.
Slowly the light faded until the dark moon
hid the sun from view:
a perfect fit, leaving only a shining halo.
Then a glowing arc appeared,
the people breathed again, and as the day returned
the birds once more began their morning song.
On this same hill we waited, watching
the wind-swept sky, catching a glimpse of sun,
the pale circle already partly hidden by the black moon.
Our eyes followed the racing clouds
so the sun reappeared in an unexpected place.
Then the darkness rose from the valley and the sight was lost.
We walked on, passing the place
where the people gathered so long ago.
Later, the clouds thinned again and the sun returned,
two-horned, like a strange version of the moon itself,
waning, upon its back.
The time of omen, of ambiguity, passed.
as the eclipse drew to its end
the sky once more was grey and overcast.
We recalled then the people from the past,
on this hill, in the darkness, waiting.
Some who were children then
perhaps, are still alive and remember.
Published in Reach 101, March 2006, by Indigo Dreams Press.
Thought it would be cool to try photographing fireworks in downtown Reykjavík but I kind of regretted it when the northern lights showed up, probably would have worked better in the suburbs...
It's an honour to met the great Dayak's tribe leader and had a chance to took a portrait of him. My greatest regret is he passed away before I have a chance to show him the photo that I took.
Thank you Alm. Pak Ferry.
Dayak a name for indigenous peoples in Kalimantan/Borneo.
The Dayak are one of the few most feared tribes on earth, if we hear about Dayak then the thought is headhunter, tattoo and magic.
Head hunting is deeply rooted in their culture and is as relevant today as it always has been. To Dayak people, spirits symbolize everything from animals to plants to humans. The Dayak believed that a person’s soul resides in one’s head, that their enemies’ heads held special supernatural powers that were needed to complete complex rituals,They believed that by taking the head, the victim’s powers and status will be transferred to the victor, This is thought to ensure a good harvest and to nurture the fertility of the tribe, the more heads a hunter collected, the higher his rank.
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Something a little bit different. It is dedicated to Amely.
She really has amazing eyes. I think she liked my camera :)
(The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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Adorable You
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Adorable you
Sweetest in time
All that you do
In baby reverie prime
When you are dreaming
Not knowing much yet
Youthfulness beaming
Without a regret
What are you thinking?
When you’re awake
And those pretty eyes blinking
That baby joys make
All that you feel now
You won’t remember much
When time rests its brow
In its future touch
Adorable sweet
The life-force between
Wonderfully treat
That your eyes have seen
Sweetness so tender
When you do smile
Love in its splendor
In baby’s own style