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Asheville NC is one of the most liberal places in America. All kinds of "lifestyles" are tolerated. "If you're too weird for Ahseville, you're too weird" says the t-shirt. Hippies still live as in the 60's. Gays, lesbians, bi's, trans-sexuals, male & female impersonators, and even heterosexuals, all co-exist peacefully. In a downtown street festival, such as Bele Chere, the air frequently has an "herbal" scent. There are a several vegetarian restuarants and almost every restuarant has vegetarian selections.
So it seemed incongruous that some men of God were preaching intolerance and about the vengence of a hateful God. I heard that there had been some vocal confrontations but all I saw was laid back amusement.
de repente comencé a leer , y leí muchas cosas del pasado .. del como era y el como fuimos de mis incoherencias y tu ansias poder hablar conmigo, leí tanto que me di cuenta que también puedo escribir .. escribir como lo hice antes y que alguna vez me calle , solo por el hecho que me no di el tiempo de transformar cada bello momento contigo en poesía , he cambia si lo se .. pero algo en mi se a recuperado el miedo me trasformo a lo que era .. y espero no perderme mas, me di cuenta también que hacerte una oda no me es difícil por que solo relato lo que tu eres .. lo eres todo para mi, fuimos bueno amigos y mejores pololos , y todo eso lo había olvidado, pero entre cada cosa uno recuerda mas y hay cosas que en realidad debería olvidar, olvidare mis miedo por que no me llevan donde quiero estar, recordare la manera de hacerte sonreír por que de esa forma seré feliz .. te querré en mi vida por siempre por que el solo imaginar un momento sin ti en ella me destoso y así puedo dejar salir las palabras que alguna vez te dije , he repetido tantas veces el te amo que se me olvido que también se decir , me caes bien! y el se feliz ! no lo digo por que mi tarea es ahora el que lo seas, no use palabras complejas ni rimas sin sentido dije lo que debia y recordé lo que espero nunca se me olvide .. que la felicidad se encuentra en los detalles
This is my second attempt at this, as I was not to happy with the background drawing your eye to the window rather than the subject. Hope this one works better and is more focused on the models.
Background is the alter and stand glass from the small chapel at Haddon Hall.
My first studio session and outing with the A77ii and 16-50 SSM lens. Both are fantastic and I look forward to doing more.
This is the fantastic model pairing of Alex and Beatrice. Part of the photographic shoot at “Crystal Images Photography” in Nottingham for the “Re-Incarnated” clothing range.
Apollo. final plaster model. 1996.
Apolo. Modelo final em gesso (português).
Apolo. modelo final en yeso ( español).
Apolo. modello finale dell'intonaco (italiano).
Century VI quatrain 33
His hand finally through the bloody ALUS,
He will be unable to protect himself by sea,
Between two rivers he will fear the military hand,
The black and angry one will make him repent of it.
Film Swap : Lomo LC-Wide Vs Lomo LCA+ / Lomography Redscale XR
International film swap with Graziella Ines. My layer was shot in Beverely and Hull in the UK and Grazie's layer was shot in Los Angeles.
To see more of Graziella's beautiful photographs visit her lomo home:
www.lomography.com/homes/grazie
or see her portfolio on PhotoShelter:
"De repente me peguei a pensar em diversas coisas. Das mais materiais as mais existênciais, sentimentais, espirituais. Mas nenhuma deixou de me fazer pensar logo após em você. Quando ouço alguém dizer em poesia, diálogo de filme, verso de música que não para de pensar em alguém, que não sabe fazer pra esquecer esse alguém, que seus pensamentos foram invadidos este, eu lembro de mime logo após de você. E penso em como tudo isso pode continuar acontecendo se ter eu mais o controle. Já tenho provas suficientes de que o que sinto é algo fantasioso, ilusório e que só eu posso desfazer tudo isso para seguir adiante mas parece que não sei como entrar nesse caminho. Preciso aprender a deixar esse mundo de Alice mas não sei que caminho tomar. Tenho medo de seguir o errado e acabar dando na casa da bruxa ou do lobo mal. Por isso, acho que parei no meio dessa encruzilhada e vivo desse passado que me persegue em pensamentos, detalhes, frases, palavras, pequenas lembranças de você no quase nada que são meus dias. Muito me iludo com a idéia de que a cada momento que você vêm na minha cabeça, eu também posso estar na sua cabeça. Mas ai caio na real e me lembro que a apaixonada na realidade sempre fui eu e não você. Lembro que eu sou a que fácil serei esquecida. Sou a que desejas esquecer. Sou a que de repente desejou que sumisse de sua vida, por medo de ações que poderia eu cometer, ao invés de ter uma conversa sincera com todas as palavras certas e verdades. Mas não, sempre preferimos as meias palavras, as metáforas e os enganos. E fui me enganando. Hoje o que sou? Uma grande mentira que não sabe como continuar. Pois temos pernas curtas e mais cedo ou mais tarde somos descobertas."
Carioca Voyeur
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>>> Foto tirada sob os trilhos do Bonde de Santa Tereza no caminho para o Largo do Guimarães.
The first sign you see going into or coming out of Summerfest. This sign was being held in the EXACT same place last year when we went.
Nicolas Régnier
La Madeleine repentante
vers 1625
huile sur toile
Detroit, The Detroit Institute of Arts
"La Madeleine de Detroit est le premier tableau conservé de Régnier sur ce thème, qu'il a ensuite traité de nombreuses fois au cours de sa carrière vénitienne. De la leçon caravagesque, le peintre retient le clair-obscur tranché et le cadrage à mi-corps qui exaltent la présence du modèle.
La palette est d'un grand raffinement, jouant sur seulement trois déclinaisons : les pâles carnations, mises en valeur par les ors et ocres bruns et par le drapé rouge sang qui souligne la composition diagonale. L'audace de Régnier réside dans le traitement réaliste de la nudité de Madeleine, au rendu particulièrement sensuel, voire sulfureux, qui rappelle les figures ambiguës, encore adolescentes, de Caravage. Rarement la "belle pêcheresse" a été représentée si jeune et si charnelle."
Source : cartel de l'exposition.
49th St on the N/R/W. Looks like the graffiti isn't so visible on all screens - look carefully at the middle column and crank up your contrast and brightness.
"De repente vem uma canção qualquer
E logo nos conduz
E a verdade que ninguém podia ver
Surge a olhos nus
Com a ordem natural das coisas
Pelo menos aprendi
Foi a ordem natural das coisas
que me trouxe até aqui." ♪
(Rodrigo Sater)
PS: A mão tentando segurar ela para não sair é minha, e ela estava espiando umas crianças que estavam passando do lado.
Since a few weeks there is a small witchhunt going on in the Netherlands: left wing politicians are attacked and “brought to justice” by right wing press, for things they did or sympathies they had more than twenty years ago.
It all started when Wijnand Duyvendak, former activist and since some years member of parliament, resigned because of wrongdoings in the eighties, for which he still felt accountable. When he left office he stated that his generation (squatters; anti-nuclearpower movement, environmentalists etc.) had still not coped with the (violent) things that went wrong in the eighties. He called out to his “ fellow travelers” to speak out and repent.
Although my role in the above mentioned movement was small (maybe close to zero, compared to somebody like Duyvendak) and I don’t hold a public office - so nobody will give a damn – I feel a strong personal (almost religious) urge to confess!
Yes, fellow Flickerians, I also commited dreadful sins and I want to repent! Please hear my confession:
·I was a squatter, although for a short time. When the rightful tenant-to-be, of the house I illegaly took possesion of, turned up with a group of aggressive youths, armed with baseballbats and accompanied by dogs, I was only to happy to surrender and give way. So ended my career as a squatter, before it had even begun.
·I partcipated in anti-nuclear-protest (see photo) but it turned out I didn’t react well to teargas or to the prospect of being beaten up by the police.
·I attented a forbidden demonstration on Queensday, but failed to get myself arrested, because I was chickening out (unlike many others, like my Bro).
I hope my “ coming out” will an example for many of you! Maybe you were wrong in the sixties, by advocating the endless and irresponsible use of every kind of harddrugs, or by participating in ruthless and senseless sexual experiments (the so called sexual revolution) with total strangers! Please feel free to speak out! Get it of your chest!
Pre-Halloween, Village, NYC - I have to confess, Pre-Halloween in the Village was a lot of fun. Hurricane Sandy spoiled Halloween for a lot of folks this year. I hope everyone is getting through this ok.
'Repent And Turn To God', Wesleyan Reform Church, Sheffield.
I can't decide whether or not this is supposed to look like a 60's soap powder box.
Tombstone in the graveyard - "In memory of Thomas, son of Isaac and Mary Roberts of Laverton, who departed this life April 1750 aged 15 years. This youth was innocent at play and happened to be in affray with Richard Cull who with a knife soon put a period to his life. Cull's mother she was [standing by] encouraged this sad tragedy let they repent - blood guilt forsake lest vengeance should them overtake."
(Charles Isted of 181 Bynos Road, shoemaker, said he saw the deceased on Saturday afternoon in the Sanderstead road with Gilliam. Witness heard the latter ask the deceased for twopence. the deceased replied with an oath "I shan't give you twopence" and there upon Gilliam hit him with his clenched fist knocking his head against a wall and afterwards caught him by the collar and threw him into the road. His head knocked heavily on the ground. The man went away a few yards, but returned, picked up the deceased again by his collar and "banged" his head against the wall. They both appeared to be sober)
- Church of St Michael , Buckland Gloucestershire