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April's theme: "shake it out"

This is known as the "Restless Temple" because the individual columns sway in the wind

(Counter-balanced by the steel balls on the chains below).

Outside Sissu, Manali-Leh Highway, Himachal Pradesh, Indian Himalayas

Self-portraits are more fun at 1:00 am in the empty kitchen. Proven fact. Inspiration [+1]

The only way to view this

 

Well, I can hear you breathin'

See your picture on the wall

I would give you my wings

If they'd help you at all

 

What if we could be all that we were meant to be?

I am in control. Regardless of the enemy's foul whisperings, despite the desires of my flesh, I choose my future, my actions, my standards. And yet, I feel so powerless. So weak. I am a vulnerable, fickle, worthless excuse for the vessel of glory I was created to be; I am entrusted with representing the name of Jesus, to live by His example. But I fall short. I see the glittering earth and trade Christ's beauty for tangible filth. But hey, at least I'm in control, right?

I have to give up the reigns. Apathy has taught me never to trust myself. Experience has taught me never to trust the world. I don't want to be in control. I'll only steer this vessel to the grave.

If there never was great error, there would be no need for great mercy. And oh, are we ever in need.

RLS sensations range from pain or an aching in the muscles, to "an itch you can't scratch", a "buzzing sensation", an unpleasant "tickle that won't stop", a "crawling" feeling, or limbs jerking while awake. The sensations typically begin or intensify during quiet wakefulness, such as when relaxing, reading, studying, or trying to sleep.[9]

 

It is a "spectrum" disease with some people experiencing only a minor annoyance and others having major disruption of sleep and impairments in quality of life.[10]

 

The sensations—and the need to move—may return immediately after ceasing movement or at a later time. RLS may start at any age, including childhood, and is a progressive disease for some, while the symptoms may remit in others.[11] In a survey among members of the Restless Legs Syndrome Foundation,[12] it was found that up to 45% of patients had their first symptoms before the age of 20 years.[13]

 

"An urge to move, usually due to uncomfortable sensations that occur primarily in the legs, but occasionally in the arms or elsewhere."

 

The sensations are unusual and unlike other common sensations. Those with RLS have a hard time describing them, using words or phrases such as uncomfortable, painful, 'antsy', electrical, creeping, itching, pins and needles, pulling, crawling, buzzing, and numbness. It is sometimes described similar to a limb 'falling asleep' or an exaggerated sense of positional awareness of the affected area. The sensation and the urge can occur in any body part; the most cited location is legs, followed by arms. Some people have little or no sensation, yet still, have a strong urge to move.

 

"Motor restlessness, expressed as activity, which relieves the urge to move."

 

Movement usually brings immediate relief, although temporary and partial. Walking is most common; however, stretching, yoga, biking, or other physical activity may relieve the symptoms. Continuous, fast up-and-down movements of the leg, and/or rapidly moving the legs toward then away from each other, may keep sensations at bay without having to walk. Specific movements may be unique to each person.

 

"Worsening of symptoms by relaxation."

 

Sitting or lying down (reading, plane ride, watching TV) can trigger the sensations and urge to move. Severity depends on the severity of the person's RLS, the degree of restfulness, duration of the inactivity, etc.

 

"Variability over the course of the day-night cycle, with symptoms worse in the evening and early in the night."

 

Some experience RLS only at bedtime, while others experience it throughout the day and night. Most people experience the worst symptoms in the evening and the least in the morning.

 

"Restless legs feel similar to the urge to yawn, situated in the legs or arms."

 

These symptoms of RLS can make sleeping difficult for many patients and a recent poll shows the presence of significant daytime difficulties resulting from this condition. These problems range from being late for work to missing work or events because of drowsiness. Patients with RLS who responded reported driving while drowsy more than patients without RLS. These daytime difficulties can translate into safety, social and economic issues for the patient and for society.

 

Individuals with RLS have higher rates of depression and anxiety disorders.[14]

Primary and secondary

 

RLS is categorized as either primary or secondary.

 

Primary RLS is considered idiopathic or with no known cause. Primary RLS usually begins slowly, before approximately 40–45 years of age and may disappear for months or even years. It is often progressive and gets worse with age. RLS in children is often misdiagnosed as growing pains.

Secondary RLS often has a sudden onset after age 40, and may be daily from the beginning. It is most associated with specific medical conditions or the use of certain drugs ...

my second option for today...

90042, which is now in 'Power-scrawl' mess is seen in better days, working 4M87 Felixstowe-Trafford Park. This shot at Watford village was never at it`s best in the summer months, due to the high grass, This shot is now longer possible, due to extremely heavy tree growth, and of course, palisade fencing. 10th June 2008.

shots from a short trip through kathmandu, nepal

Shore Acres State Park, Oregon USA

Young and Restless at Toast, Canberra 15 September 2006.

  

I can't believe I pulled this one off. The lighting was practically non-existant for most of the gig and I had trouble even focusing a lot of the time. When I saw Karina stick out her arm like that, I knew I had to capture it. Somehow I actually managed it.

 

Sept. 17: my first explore photo! it reached a peak of 28, aw.

Dramatic unity

Appealing action

Emotional inspiration

 

Nikon F5 - Kodak Ektachrome 64

This active juvenile male mandrill finally stood still just long enough for me to snap this shot!

 

Have a fabulous day, everyone... :)

Lugar: Concejo de Llanes, Asturias

Fecha: 03-04-05/07/2015

Painter: Iván from Luces Raras

Lighter: Frodo DKL

Agradecimientos: Luces Raras www.lucesraras.com

 

Fotos realizadas durante el Campamento Lightpainting 2015

 

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"Neva felt you,

Nothing physical yet,

I'm taken back by your presence.

I could only imagine,

What it would be like

if we were to lie naked.

Naked - waiting on my phone to ring.

Never did.

Ring.

Never did."

 

NP: Never Did - Stacy Barthe

This male timber was doing laps around this rocky outcrop, presumably in search of receptive female.

--NY

no pp, no textured layers, shot through the car window

Finally found some time to work on a couple of older shots, which were laying around on my hard drive for quite some time now...

Processed with VSCOcam with m5 preset

in every aspect.

 

not too happy with today's outcome but i'm too busy and this is the best i've got :/

53/365

ask me a question sneakily ;]

St. Peter in der Au, Schlosspark - Mostviertel - Niederösterreich / Lower Austria - Österreich / Austria

 

www.schloss-stpeter.at

#insomnia #restlessbeauty #stargaze #selfie #reflection #innerpeace #love #batman

Hi, just wanted to pop something different up, say hi and apologize for not being around the past couple of days. Been kind of stir crazy, restless and feeling the need for a little social activity. Earlier today a couple of gentlemen laughed as I walked by and said, "You are just a wandering, aren't you?" I quickly replied, "I have a purpose." They laughed. "I haven't heard that one before." Well, instead of telling him that there were three pieces of paper in my garbage bag and so I had felt compelled to go to the dumpsters, I said, "I'll know what it is when I get there." There are some young kids in the park and they set up a lemonade stand down at the corner and sold cups of good stuff for one quarter. They weren't going to make any money at that rate and so some of us were paying a dollar.

 

My new neighbors, who are full-timers that spend the summers down here, turned out to be alright and not part of the heavy duty party crowd that will be back next weekend for a big barbecue. Good thing I'll be traveling. I am squatting in the middle, where some of their friends park during the summer, and have photographers on both sides. One who is passionate and learning and the other who knew Ansel Adams and shot black and white but who can not be convinced to join the digital era, and so there has been a lot of talk about photography. But other things too. One of the guys is a retired firefighter and he and his wife are the first people to ever ask me solid, pertinent questions about my experience as a cop. It was quite clear to me that I had been craving the chance to talk about the personal side of policing, being a woman, race relations, discrimination and harassment. It wasn't like I had to go into details or anything, because they knew the realities of that kind of work, but they wanted to know what effect all of that had on the rest of my life. I have never been good at small talk, or heated political debates, but have always been one to crave real.

 

Later, near sunset, I noticed a group of people up on the hill above the campground with scopes aimed out towards the river. Well, I've gotten quite nosey about those kinds of things and so drove up to say hi. Five years ago one of the couples had been out birding and needed a place to spend the night. All of the campgrounds were closed and so they had pulled out onto that overlook. They were startled to hear the sound of the Sandhill Cranes - delighted to see them. Every year since they have come back with a group and stood up there at sunset, waiting for the cranes to fly in. I had to tell them that the cranes had been run out of town. There had been a coyote attack one night and afterwards they had begun going to different locations. And then there had been a whole lot of shooting over there. The numbers dwindled and got down to about 7 until they started plowing some fields at the end of the refuge. Now they are gone and all is quiet. They were glad that I had stopped and told them the story because they would have been asking themselves and each other, "What happened to the cranes?" One of them was a dang good bird photographer and he had some images of a Nutting's Flycatcher on his LCD screen. Apparently the bird has caused quite a stir in Arizona because its habitat is Mexico.

 

All the news there is to report, except I am in the process of waxing the Nitro.

 

Good night, I am curling up, getting warm and reading.

I've been struggling to get a goodnight sleep.

It's not the stress.

It's not the bed.

It's not the heat.

 

I'm restless.

 

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