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“The mountains are calling and I must go.” --John Muir
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All art is but imitation of nature.-- Seneca (Letters from a Stoic - Letter LXV: On the First Cause)
The universe itself is God and the universal outpouring of its soul. --Chrysippus (Quoted by Cicero in De Natura Deorum)
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells. --To Autumn. by John Keats
Making the simple complicated is commonplace;
making the complicated simple,
awesomely simple, that's creativity.
- Charles Mingus
Hope everyone enjoys a simple, uncomplicated, fabulous weekend.....enjoy the Super Bowl & may the best team win!!!! Many thanks for all your visits, kind words, and support :-)
foil, papier de soie noir, 35x35 cm
Photo par Corentin Galinier www.flickr.com/photos/141190055@N04/
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Another take of the lovely Azusa Ono from Shinjuku Gyoen. Springs joy is always fleeting.
"Baby, you understand me now?
If sometimes you see that I'm mad
Don'tcha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong, you see some bad
But oh, I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
You know sometimes, baby I'm so carefree
Oh, with a joy that's hard to hide
And then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side
But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never mean to take it out on you
Life has its problems
And I get more than my share
But that's me one thing I never mean to do
'Cause I love you
Oh, baby, I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?
Sometimes I find myself alone regretting some little foolish thing
Some simple thing that I've done
'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood
Don't let me be misunderstood
I try so hard so please don't let me be misunderstood
No, no, no, please"
Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood - Santa Esmeralda cvr.
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The dull glow of a few dozen screens, both television and computer, blare down their light on a figure sitting calmly in the observation room of Belle-Reve. His fingers type rapidly at the keyboard in front of him. Various external hard drives and wired devices of his own making lay in disarray across the desk among tape recorders, a flyswatter and a dozen empty bottles of various liquors.
This is Michael Patten: Aka, The Answer. He’s been in this chair for four days and hasn’t noticed it yet.
He’s talking to himself.
Answer, under his breath: What they fail to realize is the tenuous nature of our universe. How many times have we tipped over the brink? There’s been shifts long before I started seeking . . . answers. Three separate smiling men, endless crises, the ticking of doom while a blue god smiles, and our agencies patrolling the net, like Komodo dragons stalking the high-watermark. What was our world before? What has it come to? Where is it going . . .
Waller, making her presence known: Hopefully Patten, your world will be taking a shower soon. Faraday tells me you’ve been of here for four days.
Answer, still observing the screens: Time is immaterial when there’s work to be done.
Waller: Or time’s the only thing that matters. What I’m paying you better be worth it. *She gazes across all the screens, taking in everything at once until her eyes stop on a small television screen showing a Robot punching the silhouette of a man in what could have passed for his face.*
Waller: Also, what are you watching?
Answer spins around: My dear director, of course it will be. Or rather, of course it is. In the alleged four days I’ve been here, I’ve seen to it your security system is airtight. Suffocatingly so. Nothing, short of The Bat with an extra two weeks at his disposal, could get through these cyber-doors. And even then, I’ve installed a number of bat traps. Also I happen to be watching the 60’s Doom Patrol show. Not voluntarily, mind you. For some reason it seems to be on every channel. It’s damn perplexing, and it’s causing me to miss Ancient Aliens.
Waller: Hm. A simple yes or no would have sufficed, but it sounds like you’ve delivered. We’ll see how long it is though until it’s tested. Then you better pray you’re as good as you claim.
Answer: Madame, there is no need for prayer in the world of cold hard numbers.
Waller: For your sake, you’d better hope not. Hit the showers when you’re done, and let Murph know if there’s anything you’ll be needing. We’ve got a mission coming up, so I need you bright-eyed.
Answer: There is one thing I need, a copy of Kafka’s Metamorphosis. Not to read, mind you, the paranoid, scratchy prose, but because that disdainful novella still measures an eight-point-five millimeters thick, which is just enough to counteract the surprisingly uneven floor underneath this desk to my left, here.
Waller, leaving: Take it up with Murph. Or just use Amazon.
Answer, returning to his monitors: Amazon, the river of mediocrity? Not likely. Help me Franz.
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In his private quarters, Colonel Rick Flag polishes his gun. Systematically he disassembles and cleans it. He checks everything is in working order, then deftly snaps it all back into place. He’s been at this, repeating the process for a solid ten minutes. He’s frustrated, and the shooting range is full.
Doctor Karin Grace enters. She’s tired, but not depressed. She has a better handle on their situation than Flag does. She used to love him, but as time has worn on, Flag has worn down. Karin has watched him crumble, and pities him more than anything.
Rick Flag is a good soldier. Rick Flag wants to be anything else.
Karin, sitting down next to Flag: Rick, please, relax.
Rick, taking a deep breath: Karin I . . . I want to apologize for my outburst earlier. It was uncalled for and out of line.
Karin: Rick c’mon, you don’t have to apologize to me. You don’t have to apologize to anyone. It was hardly an outburst. I don’t necessarily think the best use of our talents is fighting movie props to cover up a group of black-ops convicts either, but that’s what we’ve been hired for.
Rick, setting down his gun and standing up: That’s what pisses me off so god damn much. Convicts. There’s no reason for it. There’s no sense. Agents like us are already sworn to secrecy. Relying on that human refuse is a liability in itself. Do you think Captain Goddamn Boomerang can keep a secret?
Karin, still seated: No, but that’s not the point, Rick. The point is this what we signed on for. This is our duty. It’s just another job, and eventually when these scumbags get themselves wiped out, they’ll call in us. They’ll call in the real professionals.
Flag, beginning to strap on his gear: We’ll see, Karin. Probably best that you go get Jess and Hugh. We roll out in two hours.
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Digger and Floyd have chosen their bunks in the guardroom. Digger by the door, Floyd in the corner. Digger’s telling wild stories about his time with The Rogues.
Floyd doesn’t particularly care, but he listens anyways.
He’s lost count of which cigarette he’s on.
Digger: . . . And then he made ‘em eat his own laser Kaleidoscope! Ahahaha aw strewth, those were the good ole days. Things were simpler then. Now look at us, convicted killers yesterday, G-men today. And not too bad a deal if I say so m'self.
Floyd hangs his one picture, suspended by a thumbtack, on the wall. Satisfied, he shoves the rest of his luggage under his bunk.
Digger: Hey now, *he withdraws a small dartboard from his gear* Fancy a cuppa defeat?
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Waller is marching through the halls of Belle-Reve. Meeting with Patten always makes her feel ill for some reason. She think it’s his odor.
The monstrous and strange denizens behind the bars of the penitentiary are oddly quiet for once. She counts it as a blessing.
Amanda Waller has a headache.
Waller, into walkie talkie: Faraday, get Bend, leash him, and send him to the conference room. I’ll gather our other agents.
Faraday: Can do, boss.
Waller pockets the walkie talkie, takes two Advil, dry, and approaches the guardroom door. She opens it to find Digger and Floyd scuffling. Floyd’s got a dart four centimeters from Digger’s eye.
Digger: Alright, ALRIGHT, I relent y’great git! Get offa me!
Waller: ENOUGH, both of you. Don’t make me regret any more decisions.
Sheepishly, they both stand.
Waller: Floyd. Put the dart down.
Floyd chucks the dart over his shoulder where it sticks perfectly in the center of the board, disrupting the other darts already there. Pinned by the darts to the center of the board is Floyd’s cigarette.
Waller: Digger, admit you probably cheated.
Digger, grudgingly: Yeah alright, I tried t’swindle ya.
Waller: There, that’s settled. Now get yourselves ready and report to the conference room. And if there’s any fighting on the way there I’ll lock you both up myself. *she leaves*
Digger: Bloody hell, that was a fast turn-around. Looks like we’re about to meet our new Suicide Squad. And I wasn’t tryin’ to cheat y’know, was just a gag.
Floyd: Just shut up and get ready.
Film version and uncensored photos, support me at www.patreon.com/seksanfoto
Model: Karaket
Camera: Hasselblad 501CM + CF T* 80mm/2.8
Film: Kodak Portra400
Tis the gift to be simple, 'tis the gift to be free
'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
'Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
-Shaker Song
Sometimes it’s about simple things in life. Don’t care if it’s a whiskey or a bourbon; in my book, it is “Southern Comfort.” Spending the holiday at the lake house with my very cute and beautiful wife. Happy whatever, my friends!
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Voigtländer Nokton Classic VM 35mm f/1.4 MC II + Fujifilm X-E3.
Origami simple bull designed and folded by me from one uncut square of craft paper 30g/m2, 15x15 cm.
I hope you like this model
Easy dressing
A pull-on pair of silk pants and a silk sweater are easy choices for a rushed morning. And a ponytail makes it even easier.
As much as I love to over-complicate an outfit, I sometimes choose simple utility over multiple layers, excessive accessories, and pattern mixing.
Sweater, St John’s Bay. Pants, Lauren Ralph Lauren. Pumps, Nine West.Earrings, BaubleStar.
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Lately, I've been trying to challenge myself to get good shots at average places and of average things in an attempt to force myself to be creative with composition. Without a specific subject or focal point the whole scene becomes the focus where I make the best out of an average looking place. I call this "Simple" to let the composition stand on it's own.
I think every photographer goes through the "everyday artist" stage. Believe me, this isn't it. I love taking photos but I've never really considered myself to have the "photographers eye" or at least, I've never trusted it so I'm setting myself this little task of taking simple photos in interesting ways in order to try and develop my eye.
This picture was taken in at my local coffee hideout, one place I spend allot of time.
It's the simple things in life.
Sometimes we need to remove everything to realise how much we already have.
I've teamed up with Olympus AU and Classic Wood Prints and we're giving away 6 wood prints. All you gotta do is follow the link below and sign up. Easy as pie!
Simple portraits
Simple portraits... that's how we fondly referred to those Sundays when we rose early to indulge in a hearty breakfast, engaging in leisurely conversation over coffee and toast, nourishing both body and soul. These were cozy days, spent amidst cameras, lenses, and cherished films of yesteryears. They were more than mere images; they embodied a sense of mastery and connection.
by me
Photography and film processing; LC Nevermind(Luis Campillo)
Artistic direction, MUAH, props, caption and model; Lis Xia
Gear; Hasselblad 500CM, CZ Planar 80mm, Expired Kodak Portra 800
Tiens j'ai un peu de temps devant moi du coup je vais en profiter pour blablater un peu.
J'ai pas mal d'opportunités niveau photo qui se présentent ou qui vont se présenter mais bon sang que j'ai la flemme... Il est incroyable ce gosse j'vous jure. Vous savez que j'ai refusé de faire un mariage payé très grassement avec le droit de faire la fête et vous savez ce que j'ai répondu ? "Tu demanderais à Picasso de venir repeindre ton salon ?", le mec à dû se dire "putain il est con ou quoi ?! C'est une offre en or".
J'ai encore fait mieux pour vous dire le personnage. L'année dernière on me payait le voyage à Sienne (juste ma ville préférée) tout frais payé etc pour prendre les photos d'un mariage, le truc in-refusable. Monsieur a dit non car il avait la flemme de bouger. Le pire c'est que qq temps avant j'avais demandé à la vie (ma spécialité ahah) de me faire retourner là bas car j'avais aucune occasion ou opportunité... Je pense qu'ils se sont arrachés les cheveux sur ce coup-là.
-- Quelque part dans l'au-delà --
- Purée mais c'est pas possible !!! Quel ingrat !! On se casse le cul, excusez mon langage, pour lui faire plaisir et monsieur ça lui va pas, y'a toujours un truc qui coince avec lui ! J'en ai marre, je jette l'éponge !
- Allons... Allons... Vous n'exagèreriez pas un peu ? Qu'y a-t-il ?
- J'en peux plus de lui ! Il est aussi flemmard qu'arrogant !! On se décarcasse à chaque fois pour lui et c'est jamais suffisant ! On lui offrirait l'univers qu'il nous réclamerait l'existence !
- Calmez-vous je vous prie. C'est un gentil garçon !
- Un gentil garçon ?! Allez demander ça aux filles qui ont le malheur de croiser son chemin !
- Il est un petit peu maladroit... Il est taquin.
- Mais vous vous foutez de ma gueule ?! Je voulais m'occuper d'une fille moi en plus à la base, c'est propre et c'est calme... Il pète au lit !! vous savez il pète au lit je vous jure !!! Le soir je viens lui chuchoter des idées il me pète à la gueule ce con !
- N'en devenez pas vulgaire je vous prie. Tous les humains font ça vous savez... Soyez patient avec lui.
- Non mais vous écouteriez ses pensées, mais quel melon bordel !!! Ce type ne respecte rien !! RIEN !!! *fait les cent-pas en rond l'air agacé*
- Vous êtes là pour l'aider et non pour le juger mon frère.
- Mon frère... mon frère... et ta soeur ?! Il m'a rendu mauvais ce bougre vous voyez ! Je vais finir par être rétrogradé avec ses conneries !
- Il est amusant quand même, c'est même vous qui nous l'avez dit une fois, non ?
- Non. ça c'était avant ! *croise les bras*
- Et sa blague de la dernière fois ?
- Non, mais...
- "Le lutin qui pue qui pète !" Il l'imitait vraiment bien d'après vos dire !
- Non mais cet abruti il a une tête de farfadet forcément il part avec l'avantage du terrain... *se retient de rire* Avec sa tronche c'est comme s'il jouait à domicile.
- Vous voyez il a des bons cotés aussi...
- On lui donne tout sur un plateau d'argent et le bonhomme nous snobe et se plaint tout le temps ! Il a réussi l'exploit de se plaindre de pas aimer être heureux ! Non mais faut le faire j'avais jamais entendu ça ! "Gnn gnn gnn, ma soupe est trop froide, ma soupe est trop chaude, ma soupe est trop bonne." Petit con ! Il en a pas assez chié dans sa vie celui-là tu vas voir !
- N'exagérez pas. Vous saviez qu'il serait spécial... C'est pour ça que vous l'avez accepté d'ailleurs.
- Non mais...*se rapproche* Vous l'avez vu jouer au golf ? C'est un danger public ! Je suis même pas sûr qu'il sache vraiment ce qu'il doit faire. Le mec se croit sur un champ de bataille ! *fait de grands gestes dans le vide* Il gueule en plus à chaque coup ! ! J'en ai marre de me payer la honte à cause de lui ! Les autres font que se moquer de moi !
- Il n'est pas doué, ce n'est pas de sa faute. Il apprend à son rythme.
- Que dalle, le mec pense devenir un des meilleurs joueurs et il veut aucun conseil car il pense pouvoir apprendre mieux tout seul ! Il a déchiré plusieurs gants et s'est blessé de nombreuses fois tellement il frappe comme un gogole ! Et attendez, quand il arrive enfin à en taper une comme il faut, faut le voir toiser du regard les autres fièrement ! Non mais mec je t'explique, ça fait 20 min que tu mets des coups de pioche dans le sol, statistiquement c'est logique que t'en ai une qui parte à un moment ! *donne des coups de pied d'agacement dans le vide*
- Vous en feriez pas une affaire personnelle ?!
- Je me suis fais chier ces dernière années à lui présenter des filles en OR !!! EN OR MASSIF !!! Il avait juste à dire oui et à la fermer ! Vous savez ce qu'il a fait bordel ?!
- *se met à rire*
- Et ça vous fait rire ?! *prend un air grave*
- Désolé désolé, je repensais à sa blague du lutin qui pue qui... Bref, allez-y, videz votre sac !
- Il s'est comporté comme le dernier des connards ! Avec lui c'est comme donner de la confiture aux cochons !
- Il ne sait pas vraiment ce qu'il veut... C'est un artiste vous savez, ils sont tous un peu fantasques.
- Ses amis le comparent à Loki ! Le Dieu de la ruse !
- Il est farceur voilà tout.
- C'est un manipulateur ! Un calculateur égocentrique et individualiste ! Il se moque absolument de tout ! Il est dangereux, il me fait flipper ce con !
- Ne voyez pas le verre à moitié vide. Vous devez bien lui trouver des bons cotés quand même, non ? Citez-moi en au moins une.
*réfléchis un instant*
- Eh bien, j'en aurais bien une à citer oui... *se gratte le menton l'air pensif*
- Allez-y, je vous écoute.
- Il écrit de très belles histoires.
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1. fluff, 2. my grandmother's tablecloth 030, 3. Notions linen pouch with freehand machine embroidery, 4. Stitchery & construction detail, 5. saco redondo 23 / round bag 23, 6. Hello Spring Fold over Bag, 7. spring dreamers II, 8. feather hand towel detail, 9. leaves, 10. imaginary plants - detail, 11. ...précieuse..., 12. I don't care, 13. heart in progress4, 14. Embroidery Samples, 15. Spring hearts2_detail, 16. Looove Wall Wear