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Spotted while sailing through the narrow Bellot Strait which separates the American Continent from the Arctic Archipelago.
It's the moment the sun sets in the mountain where a lake is surrounded turning around.
The glitter is also showy and there is something to make them feel pathos.
The cloud on which I float colors the surface of the lake freely, changes its color in an instant and scuds.
The wonderful time and space when a heart of all phenomena nature brings is set at ease and aerial sense
And I couldn't help presenting a sense of dread to infinite mysteriousness nature has.
Taken at the top of the Torre Latino building in Mexico City/Distrito Federal. Well wroth the view.
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It wasn't my idea - the dude standing next to me with a camera waiting for the light was like "the light is perfect".
A soft summer evening as the waves lap the shore and a few watchers perch on the rocks to take in the last rays of the setting sun behind the shadowed hills.
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Russia, Murmansk region, Kola Peninsula, Khibiny, Imandra lake
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Россия, Мурманская область, Кольский полуостров, Хибины, озеро Имандра
The intersection where the setting sun time is crossing instantly is noon and night.
Such natural subtle time and spatial gentle air sense
The peculiar one kind grief which can't do to tell by words
After something which makes impressed and quivers our sentiment lies.
I'm here.
Wrap yourself up during such moment, one who pauses, for some reason, always.
I notice needing that in the field of a wonder and nothing.
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Taken in the fishing port of Redcar known as Paddy's Hole.
The distant silhouette of the steel and chemical works can be seen against the setting sun.
(re: this set) I'm enjoying the fact that there is a little light left by the time I get home from work these days. I was drawn to the strong shadows on the bare crape myrtle trunks, initially, then Charlie jumped up. The light was interesting with a cool blue light along his right side, and the very warm yellow light on the trunks.
In it's own way, this is about learning to feel comfortable in front of other people. We are so used to what we look like, how me move when we see ourselves in the mirror. But as soon as we leave the house, our comfort zone, we act differently, because others are there to see. When I first started taking my film camera with me and using it on adventures with my friends, I remember them being irritated in the beginning. But they soon got used to it, and today I can't even spot a change in their attitude when I point my camera at them. They have learned to be themselves just as I have learned not to be afraid to take a photo. But things are different when someone takes my place in the experience. I'm so used to being behind the camera, or taking my own portraits, that as soon as someone else takes a photo of me, I have a really hard time remembering that person I see in the mirror every morning. I am trying to learn to be that person at all times — in front of the camera, and in front of everyone I meet on a daily basis.
This also kind of belongs to this photo.
On another note, I got a copy of the magazine tango in the mail yesterday, which has an article about me and my photos in it. :) Photos are in comments!
The sun is setting. My friend was off with his sister just waiting. I do wonder what he thinks sometimes. I'm often transfixed in anxiety when I'm with friends I don't know as well as I wish I did. Can I ask certain questions or can I say certain things? Can I be myself or will I hit a glass window of judgment to see their reaction and forever change a relationship. I'm an adult and I'm still worried about being myself. It feels childish but I suppose that is something everyone taps around.
For a moment on the icy beach he told me he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life. I felt the same but I had a hard time expressing myself that I felt exactly the same. I felt more than exactly the same I felt like that was the summation of my entire adult life. Instead I was coaxed into silence to minutes later repeating it back at him like a mime without much to add.