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Photos by Tommy Ga-Ken Wan
The 17-mile drive between Monterey, California and Carmel, California is a "must do" if you are interested in seascapes. With the changing landscape and ocean, this area provides a wonderful playground for the photographer and a visual treat for everyone.
The Restless Sea, California 2012
A mini-group of pictures I took.
I tried from the other side of the ledge because, facing north (I'm almost positive it was north) I was under a shadow. I haven't gotten much sleep lately, but I think I'll get much better sleep this weekend. Today really lifted up the bad mood.
if i have nothing, i don't mind at all... how hard u tried... it never be yours... why try hard?... walk... even u have it... it become much harder to keep... i never learn it... it already installed in my head... good job mommy.
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Just another photo of people interacting with art. This is a piece entitled "Restless Rainbow" by the artist Pae White. It is a site-specific piece commissioned for display on a terrace on the top floor of the Modern Wing of the Art Institute of Chicago. It provides impressive touches of color to the overall grey surroundings.
One of three posters going up on campus. The goal is to let new college students know we exist, and try to communicate what kind of thinks we value. Our target audience are christians or the churched. We see a difference between marketing and evangelism.
While hovering the Restless Flycatcher produces a grinding call which has led to the bird also being called the Scissors Grinder.
let me introduce you to the first photo of my Sleeping Disorder series. I've been doing research on all type's of sleeping disorders and I got really inspired to turn my research into a series. So I start with insomnia. By the end of the week I will have more photos. Big thanks to my boyfriend Manny for helping me set up and for modeling for this photo.
Anomalies outside an abandoned church in Brooksville, GA
Special Moments 650-PC camera
Kodak Elitechrome 100 xpro'd (expired)
Bored. Playing around in Photoshop.
Update: This was one of Flickr's most interesting photos on 12/28/05.
"send your dreams where nobody hides,
give your tears to the tide."
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This is from a fantastic shoot I had with my two best friends, Caroline and Danny. We were actually in my friend Danny's barn for this one, and it was snowing and hailing all day so we were all pretty much frozen. But I managed to get this wonderful shot of Caroline that I am very happy with!!
Augustine: “You have made us for yourself and our hearts are restless until they find their rest in thee.”
this nocturnal fella was in bright sunlight and chained..certainly not a good position to be in for one who was created to be free at night.
This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.
The dust is heavy beneath the bed.
Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.
New life is near. I bow my head.
Nothing to do but scuff down
the graveyard road behind the playground,
past the name-stones lined up in rows
beneath their guardian pines,
on out into the long, low waves of plains
that dissolved time. We'd angle off
from fence and telephone line, through
ribbon-grass that closed behind as though
we'd never been, and drift toward the bluff
above the river-bend where the junked pickup
moored with its load of locust-skeletons.
Stretched across the blistered hood, we let
our dresses catch the wind while clouds above
dimmed their pink to purple, then shadow-blue—
So slow, we listened to our own bones grow.
By: Debra Nystrom
Nothing to do but scuff down
the graveyard road behind the playground,
past the name-stones lined up in rows
beneath their guardian pines,
on out into the long, low waves of plains
that dissolved time. We'd angle off
from fence and telephone line, through
ribbon-grass that closed behind as though
we'd never been, and drift toward the bluff
above the river-bend where the junked pickup
moored with its load of locust-skeletons.
Stretched across the blistered hood, we let
our dresses catch the wind while clouds above
dimmed their pink to purple, then shadow-blue—
So slow, we listened to our own bones grow.
By: Debra Nystrom