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You are fortunate if you got a chance to hit rock bottom in life. The diamond that you are can magnificently shine only under that tremendous pressure.”
Hiral Nagda
Hometown hero at the bar
Burned out high life super star
You know
Kept a buzz to fill the hole
Loved the lights and stole the show
Someone I used to know
Would stay another round
Someone I used to know
Ran himself in the ground
It’s been a long time coming
Couldn't keep on running
Had to hit rock bottom to know
When you keep on losing
With the path you’re choosing
And it’s time to let go
Of someone that I used to know
Know, know
Know, know
Someone that I used to know
Darling, it's better, down where it's wetter, take it from me.
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Dam at Fickling Mill
Patsiliga Creek
Taylor County
kinda near Butler, Georgia USA
180 second exposure using a Breakthrough Photography X4 10 stop ND
I may live on until
I long for this time
In which I am so unhappy,
And remember it fondly.
Fujiwara No Kiyosuke
Taken in Bryce Canyon. Although the trees give the rock formations some scale if you look at the top right hand corner under the trees you can make out the colourful clothing of people which gives you a better idea of how big everything is.
Mesh Head: Lelutka Lilly
Mesh Body: Legacy
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Hair: DOUX - Silent Hairstyle
Jacket: Pseudo- Biker Club Jacket M Black/G
Dress: Pseudo- Montanna Tank Dress /S LG Rebel
Panter: [Rezz Room] Box Panther Animesh
Shades: BTTB torn glasses - fatpack - NARROW
Necklace: FAKEICON / clasp necklace / gold / F
Boots: [Enchante'] - Judith Boots
Body Scards & Bruises:
Earrings: [POM] Chunky Hoops
Pose: Amitie Influencer Pack
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Scene: MINIMAL - The Prison
pick it up and never let it fall again.
woohoo emo! lol.
i like how this turned out 8D whee.
SATURDAYS are.. idk. but i love weekends @_@
i almost woke up screaming this morning because i thought i was late for school
hahaha :|
Lucky 13 Trucker Cap by Rebellion
Maverick Aviators by Rebellion
Khons Earrings by L'Emporio&PL
Jake Mesh Body by Belleza
Landon Outfit (top, pants, boots) by FashionNatic
Arioch Rings by L'Emporio&PL
Luccas pose set by Le Fleur
Photo taken at The Junkyard
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All I had to show from an abominably wet visit to Dartmoor. You've hit rock bottom when you start to look for shapes in stones!
Clearing thunderstorms left behind the sweet "after-the-rain" smell and an array of colors in the sky. This is Sand Harbor State Park near Incline Village, Nevada. For those who don't like to venture far to get a landscape shot, give this place a try as we parked no more than 50 yards from this vantage point.
It started off as a busy Saturday afternoon as a Shakespeare play was happening in the open air theater just a couple hundred yards behind me. But once the sun dipped below the Sierra Nevada range, this place cleared out, allowing me to stand in waist deep water with my good buddy, my tripod. The family was in the car, waiting while I swore this would be the last photo I'd take for the evening….I lied.
I am writing these words, and posting this photo, while visiting San Francisco, California.
This photo was taken just about 2 years ago, just 3 weeks before the passing away of my beloved Father in Pakistan.
A lot of difficult things were going on in my life, but I was not worried. I have always remembered the advice he gave me.
Prepare for the worst, but always Hope for the best.
I have therefore always believed in "crossing that bridge when I get to it" and knowing that life can always surprise you.
Even then, I had no idea on that day, as I crossed the Golden Gate Bridge at sunset, that my life would so quickly unravel.
A few weeks later, my Father was dead, gone forever, but living forever in my heart and memory. People who had seemed to be a part of my life showed their true colors, in my time of direst need, when an economic downturn led me to lose almost everything I had worked 21 years to get. But, other human beings, some good people, and some angels in disguise, continued to hover nearby with their love and support.
The next nearly 18 months were a surrel experience. I could be tempted to say, it was a living hell, but it was not.
Every day, every loss, every negative news, every lost opportunity, every closing door, every humbling experience, made me realize how very lucky I was, and am.
I realized that the worst day of that life was better than not being alive. The most difficult situation I faced was nothing compared to not having my health and abilities.
And, the roads were narrow and long, the lonely walks, in snow and rain, were cold and brutal.
And the shaky, fog covered, rickety bridges, kept on coming in the road ahead... And I kept on.... as my father would have wanted.... as I knew no other way.
I kept crossing the bridge, but believing in God that he would never let me ever experience, or feel, like I had hit Rock Bottom.
These rocks at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge are a poignant reminder of where I was, the dark alleys of life I passed through in the last 2 years in the time after this photo was taken, the journey I am still on, and, at every step, confidently and boldly looking up at new horizons.... with my head bowed down in complete surrdener and gratitude. Thank You, God.
On this morning a low flying cloud and a low tide combined to deliver an interesting view. The veiled mountain top would tease the view as a cloud and mist moved through the area. The water level had dropped multiple feet revealing the lake bed and its muddy bottom. Together they may have delivered a dreary mood, but with such contrasting elements, one that was fun to compose.
On the same morning that I have been welcoming the beautiful late Summer's day I have had a reminder of the actual date with this fallen leaf spotted during my explorations.
Like most people living through the pandemic, the emphasis has returned to the safety and security of the home. It seems the last refuge from the scourge of illness that is sweeping the world. It's been a real struggle to maintain a positive frame of mind through an ongoing torrent of bad news. The sanctuary of my home was ripped open a couple of weeks ago with the death of our cat Sampson. In the wake of his death attention turned to his little sister Samantha. Born of the same littler, they had spent their entire lives together. Samantha (I had knick-named her Patches because of her nervous tendency to pull little tufts of fur from her sides) seemed interconnected with Sampson much like congenital twins. I worried about Samantha's impending loneliness even as Sampson's life was slipping away. For a couple of days after he died, it seemed like she might be able to adapt to life without his companionship. She still seemed engaged with household activities and even took a renewed interest in lap sitting. But at the same time she began meowing loudly as she wandered the house calling for her brother (those plaintive wails still ring in my ears). By the end of day three I began to notice her appetite had diminished. On day four she outright declined food and, even more worrisome, water as well. Did all I could to coax her but she balked at even most favored treats. Lethargy soon followed and all I could do was cradle her on my lap. She died just a week after Sampson, not even three full days ago as I write this. Losing them both in quick succession is having a compounding effect on me. The house seems frightfully empty. Even my perception of time has changed. The daily routines that involved the cats and our frequent interactions have been shattered. My eyes still sweep across to their favorite sleeping and perching locations as I did unconsciously for so many years. Always scanning the rooms to see where they were and what they were up to. Very difficult to break habits like this. More often they just fade away over time. Part of my sadness was watching her mournful behavior in that final week and being unable to console her. I'm certain that animals grieve just as we do. But they simply don't have our coping skills. Samantha died broken hearted and there wasn't a thing I could do to prevent it. Even home doesn't feel quite as safe now.