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I swear
to become the man I keep meeting
in the quiet moments-
the one who doesn’t flinch
from his own reflection.
I swear
to hold my heart with steadier hands,
to forgive the parts of me
that learned to brace for impact
long before they learned to rest.
I swear
to love the people I love
with presence, not performance-
to give them the version of me
that isn’t afraid to stay.
I swear
to grow toward the light
even when I feel made of shadow,
to choose honesty over armor,
and softness over silence.
I swear
to be who I want to be,
who I should be,
who I need to be-
for them,
and for the man I’m still becoming.
I swear.
This work originates from a gaze that moves between two directions: outward and inward.
The outward gaze is present, but it is a fearful one. The external world often appears hostile, cruel, incapable of welcoming. It is a space that wounds, judges, and crushes. Faced with this harshness, the gaze withdraws, protects itself, and consciously chooses to turn inward.
Looking within is not an escape, but an act of active consciousness. It is a choice of survival, clarity, and truth. When the outside becomes inhumane, ten thousand times better to inhabit one’s own inner space, to listen to it, recognize it, and defend it.
These images are created with the aid of artificial intelligence and use my own face not because I consider artificial intelligence to be art. For me, art remains pure, including photographic art. Artificial intelligence is used here solely as a tool: a technical means that adapts to my expressive needs, without replacing the artistic act, the vision, or the responsibility of the author.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
~Henri Frederic Amiel
I'm not sure if I am doing it with grace....but I'm sure as hell trying. lol :o)
Take my hand
You know I`ll be there
If you can I`ll cross the sky
For your love
Give you what I hold dear
Hold on, hold on tightly
Hold on, hold on tightly
Rise up, rise up
With wings like eagles
You`ll run, you`ll run
You`ll run and not grow weary
U2
My obsession with song lyrics continues. Cliche? Everyone does a photo like this, but not like mine! So, yeah, you may have noticed from some of my other pictures that I was born with this different right hand. I used to try to hide it. No more. It is part of who I am. I am used to the stares, the questions, the comments that people think I don't hear. The one thing that still bothers me is when I meet someone new. They enthusiastically stick out their hand (always the right) to shake. When I try to reciprocate, they either pull their hand back or grab me by the arm. Take my hand, dammit, it ain't gonna bite you!
Explored #438!
I used to live here. This door was painted by my brother. If you look closely at the lower right corner of the window you will see the reflection.
"In the end, only three things matter: how much you loved, how gently you lived, and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you"
-Buddha-
Picture taken at Cookies&Porn
Lost and Gone
Story:
Our footsteps echo in compliance on a dark path. Every person watching is a unique shadow, a beautiful and intricate figure composed of unfulfilled dreams and values. We carry chains mistaken for rhythm, our procession of self-imposed burden. The tunnel, an artificial cocoon, becomes a womb of obscurity. We are like Sisyphus, carrying the weight of unfulfilled potential, dissipating against the hard surface of routine. We have the power to step out of line, to break free from our invisible shackles. Yet we stay silent in this parade of shadows and echoes. Is it fear or comfort that holds us in this spectral dance? To break free means facing the unknown, the blinding light of possibility. But we created this tunnel, and the map of the stars is etched on its walls, waiting for us to look up.
Description:
Embark on a metaphorical journey through the 'Tunnel of Self-Reflection.' This video art piece captures the essence of walking a path paved with echoes of our choices and the silhouettes of dreams yet to be fulfilled. As you watch, consider the chains of habit and the weight of potential within us all. Are we comfortable in the darkness, or are we ready to step into the light of the unknown? Join us as we explore these profound questions in a hauntingly beautiful setting. #PathToSelfDiscovery #UnfulfilledDreams #MetaphoricalJourney
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Keywords:
Metaphorical Journey, Self-Reflection, Unfulfilled Dreams, Life's Path, Philosophical Art, Echoes of Choice, Chains of Habit, Potential and Fear, Comfort in Darkness, Breaking Free, Self-Discovery, Artistic Interpretation
This is the kitchen in my grandmother's home. It has changed very little in my lifetime or since it was built in 1947 for that matter.
So much of my life centers around this very spot where I stood to take this picture. Early mornings when my grandmother would send me off to school with a hearty breakfast of pancakes and sausage. Evenings coming home exhausted from track practice to the welcoming smells of home cooking. Helping grandma wash dishes while we discussed the day's issues. Summers with friends tracking dripping water across the floor in our wet swimsuits as we dashed in to grab a popsicle. Preparing bedtime snacks with grandpa. He would smile and pat me on the head. Late night talks with my uncles over hamburgers. Countless family gatherings with more people crammed into this small space than you could imagine. Happy greetings. Hugs and long goodbyes (just to the left of the window is the door out to the driveway).
If these old walls,
If these old walls could speak
Of the things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held
A close-up of a cat’s eye reveals more than vision alone. Within the glossy surface of the pupil, a human figure is reflected — a quiet reminder of the presence behind the camera. The image balances intimacy and mystery, where animal and observer briefly share the same visual space. Texture, light, and reflection merge into a moment that blurs the line between subject and photographer.
Fun fact: A cat’s eye acts like a curved mirror. Its reflective surface can capture surprisingly clear images of surrounding shapes and movement, turning a moment of observation into a visual echo of the observer.
Kodak Ektar 35HN
Agfa APX100
Caffenol - CH @ 20° (15 minutes)
Ilfrod Rapid Fix (5 minutes)
Local Kebab house in Tywyn. Trying out this very inexpensive half frame camera based off those disposable cameras but has a glass lens. Great fun.
Influenced by an interpretation of Lee Jeffries’ powerful portrait style, I wanted to explore that same raw, emotional intensity in my own self‑portrait. Facing myself through the lens was humbling — every line and shadow felt like a chapter of my life reflected back at me. I used dramatic window light, a tight close‑up, and heavy black‑and‑white processing to emphasize texture and depth, pushing myself to be as honest in front of the camera as I try to be behind it.
Soul Searching, ditching the shells of the past, switching from the hell of the past, itching to propel past... my soul's lurching
"Your soul needs time for solitude and self-reflection. In order to love, lead, heal and create, you must nourish yourself first." ~Louise Hay~
Self-portrait playing with light from a lamp and the traffic lights coming through my blinds in the background.
Sometimes life is about self-exploration especially when one is going through a time of transition and change. I have been trying to decide what's up with the random self-portraits I've been doing since they are not particularly about being vain or showing off (which secretly I felt insecure about everytime I posted them). They are partly because life is busy, and in the evening when I finally get home there are only so many photography subject to take photos of. However, I am realizing after some self-reflection that they are about trying to re-learn who I am as just me. So here's one with hair a mess and no make-up. No smile because it's about looking looking backward, and self-reflecting for better or worse. This one is just me.
Sitting quietly by a small stream, an immediate way to calm one's mind and reset one's senses.
Water moving gently over stones. A steady, natural rhythm.
Sunlight glinting off small ripples while green plants and moss frame the water.
Cool, damp breezes carry the earthy scent of wet soil and fresh growth.
A favourite place to be, both physically and mentally.
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On croit que les regards disparaissent lorsque l'on détourne les yeux. Ils changent simplement d'endroit. Il en est qui continuent de vivre derrière nos paupières, dans le silence des souvenirs, ou dans cette version de nous-mêmes qui refuse de partir. On ne cesse jamais vraiment de se regarder et l'on apprend seulement à le faire autrement.
EN We think a gaze disappears the moment we look away. It simply finds another place to exist. Some remain behind our eyelids, within the silence of memory or inside the version of ourselves that never truly leaves.
We never stop looking at ourselves and we simply learn to do it differently.
For today's alternative monochrome moment, go to: www.michikofujii.co.uk/blog/nz59kytcgf8kp48xnnx3jpwjk5xh8m
Please see my pic at LARGE or even better ON BLACK
Pose by TJM (The Joy Movement)
Windlightsettings by Ami Windlight-settings
Clouds: Blazter (Javier) / Deviantart
Hair: Mirai Style...
Primnails: Junwave
Often in life, one must cleanse the soul; undergoing a series of self reflective exercises to uncover the highs and lows pertaining to one's life. Just like this photo depicts beautiful Mount Lassen, and its reflection on the lake, life sometimes can and will display the obvious to your very own eyes. Live, love and enjoy life. Photo of Mount Lassen captured at Manzanita Lake. Shasta County. Late October 2012.