106/365

What do you see when you look inside yourself. Everyone has their external persona. The person we all want everyone else to think we are. How close to reality is this? Are we just doing something because society says we should all the while wanting something else? Just something to ponder.

... said the robber

I visited this market twice and she was there twice. I think she lives somewhere nearby. She looked like an old balerine... She reminded me about emigration, Russian history when people ended up abroad after revolution.. Obvioulsy she is too young for that but she had that soulsearching wise look...

More about the Broadway market later...

These are pre-zine covers for Luke Ramsey and Marco Zamora's collaborative zine " Soul Searching." Luke designed the covers and Marco silk screened them. They worked on the zine during Marco's Islands Fold residency in April, 2007.

"Soul Searching" will be available at the end of May through: www.islandsfold.com

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Recent picture taken in my studio. Self portrait.

Please join me on Soundcloud, I plan to add several new musical works there shortly.

PS: All my images are copyrighted, please do not use them without permission, thanks.

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There are things that can be said that can change the world... but nothing changes the world faster than hard solid honest actions. Our paths change and our lives go on. Live, love and learn.

I will always love you.

Canyonlands NP.

Solitude in an otherwise wicked world.

Darkness darkness, be my pillow

Take my head and let me sleep

In the coolness of your shadow

In the silence of your dream

Jesse Colin Young

www.youtube.com/watch?v=ORSD_u2upP4&fbclid=IwAR2SEDdZ...

This photo was taken by a KИEB-60 Ukrainian/Soviet medium format film camera and Калейнар-3В 2.8/150mm lens with a Ж3-1.4ˣ 82x0.75 filter using Kodak 100 T-MAX film, the negative scanned by an Epson Perfection V600 and digitalized with Photoshop.

In Hell by Gokhan Altintas Photography

www.gokhanaltintas.com

in a quiet moment before the mirror, where lines and stories merge on his skin, the tattoo artist seems to be in conversation with his own reflection. the black-and-white light heightens the contrasts, making the tattoos appear like a wordless diary, telling of experiences, passions, and inner struggles. the gilded frame around the reflection adds a timeless quality, as if this moment hovers between reality and a deeper, hidden self. this portrait captures not only an image of the artist but also a quiet question posed to himself and to us: who are we behind the images we show to others?

Vanessa

Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself

and know that everything in this life has a purpose.

--Elisabeth Kubler-Ross

Abruzzo - Italy - Gran Sasso e Monti della Laga National Park

elev. 1330m

A new year has come, but unfortunately, I have emerged more worn and weary than when I left 2008 behind, so I come to touch base, tell my friends that I will not be leaving flickr forever (and I truly still miss it), but right now, will just be trying to find my balance, stabilize my footing, and outline my direction.

I can't see it now, but I know it's out there, somewhere...

The series of images I'm going to share is part of the last Photography project I did with my greatest collaborator and friend Shelby Cross.

She left to live in Washington 2 days after this session. She moved for a new beginning with a heart full of love and determination.

We shot this series based on her, on the new turn she was giving to her life where she was putting all her soul in this new beginning. A fresh start, a leap of faith. I've always admired those who don't hesitate and jump. When your fears are not bigger than the desire to discover the new.

I'll share in the next 10 days 10 of my favorite images every night.

I titled this project Raw.

1/10

Not always what it seems, the face that looks back, the eyes that gaze away, the emotionless expression.

--

Lots of soul searching, lots of doubts, lots of thinking (too much). But I decided to return, and I am determined to end this. And the photos will be better than before. So will be my attitude.

To anyone who still drops around, well... I'll be around.

Have a great day, week and year, everyone!

--

Strobist info: Sb-24 fired through homemade snoot, above subject aimed from the front.

Karin Reimondos is freelance photographer, emerging international writer, and horse breeder, living on a farm in Sweden with her Welsh Springer Spaniels, Ben, Billy and Mickey. Karin writes poetry and fiction, and has poems forthcoming in Poet's Choice, photography forthcoming in Fusion Art and L'Esprit Literary Review. Her first collection of poetry “Baby Steps Towards Acceptance” was published in June 2025. Her YA Novel is winter 2025/20206. Karin's Instagram, FB and TikTok are “The Happy Household”.

102/365

I think we all have times where we have to stop and open ourselves up to self analysis, be it good or bad.

I've had many periods in my life where I have self analysed and reflected on who I am as a person and what I wish to be in the future... sometimes it instigates huge changes, like moving city, changing career, having a baby or sometimes it's just the little things that I work on, like saying 'I love you' a bit more often or being more forgiving.

At times like this I can feel very vulnerable, because I've lost my confidence in myself, I look in the mirror and am not proud of what I see, for whatever reason and this is why I make the change, not to please other but so I can look in the mirror and be proud of the person staring back at me... for me, that is probably the most important of all my values because it affects every aspect of my life and is intrinsic to my feeling of self worth.

MAM-self reflection

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Tell me, oh dear friend, do you know where I can find Me?

I've searched high and low,

Up in the sky and below the roiling sea,

But nary a sign of the Me I used to know.

I do believe I have lost Me.

And that's rather tragically funny

'cos I don't think I ever had Me....

And therein, my friend, lies the mystery.

Where is Me?

I remember Me from twenty summers before

Running wild, with the wind at her feet,

And hopes under her wings, making her soar

To heights where reality and dreams never meet,.

But the twain did meet, and only one did win

The battle of wills waged from deep within.

A daughter won that day....

And a dreamer lost to this day.

I remember Me from ten autumns before

Laughing the blues away, eyes shining with love.

A song in her heart and feet tapping to the score,

Set to conquer all and everything holy in the name of love.

But undone, she was, by all that was unholy

And donned masks, she did, maybe one too many,

Giving in to Mistress Time's cruel vanity

Till the day a lover was lost for all eternity.

I remember Me from two winters before,

Striding towards lofty goals, her head held high.

With allies aplenty, and then some more,

On the wings of their aspirations, she was set to fly.

But oh what a lonely flight it was, all the way to the top;

And across the pond, with no time to stop,

Leaving all behind, friends, family, and foe

All traces of Me, lost to a time and place no one will ever know.

With spring comes a new dawn, a new hope, a new beginning,

And a prayer that I be reunited with Me.

For in Me lies the answer to all my life's new innings

And in Me lies my own true identity.

-- Priya

আমাকে খুঁজতে আমার সারাটা পথ হাঁটা,

আমায় খুঁজতে আমার সারাটা দিন কাটা।

"হাজার বছর ধরে আমি পথ হাঁটিতেছি পৃথিবী্র পথে,

সিংহল সমুদ্র থেকে নিশীথের অন্ধকারে মালয় সাগরে..."

কিন্তু তবুও পাই কি অবশেষে?

We cross eternal path, perform limitless efforts, spend lifelong time...

only for self-contemplation.

But...do we find at last?

We all are mysterious. We, the humans, ourselves are darker than black.

“Try looking into that place where you dare not look!

You'll find me there, staring out at you!”

― Frank Herbert

Abir Shaqran Photography

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17 June, 2013

BUET, Dhaka, Bangladesh.

Oké, I like to tell stories with my photo's . But that's not needed here.

Technical stuff

One shot made with a Fujifilm X-T2 and a 55-200mm lens. Post-production was done in PS CC. It included cropping, high-pass filtering, toning, adjusting the texture in the sky and the contrast. That's all Folks!

"California dreamer

Tell me why did you go

I carved your ever fading figure

In to the ever dying snow

I'll be around, I'll be around, I'll be around

Like a teenager in town

Where all the other young lovers are found

And I think I might have heard you on the radio

But the radio waves were like snow

And you were dreaming of Los Angeles

While I was singing songs you wrote

You quietly gave away the winter clothes I made for you

While I made angels in the snow

And I would have looked if you'd just asked me to

Or come to me before the preacher

Now you're a survivor

And I just thought I might have heard you on the radio

But the radio waves were like snow

I thought I might have heard you on the radio

But the radio waves were like snow

Until the young stay pretty, 'till the pretty stay quick

You know, but you never surrender

The city doesn't belong to you anymore

California dreamer

You dream of seasons that never die

You go to oceans that never touch the ice

You dream of seasons that never die

You go to oceans that never touch the ice

You dream of seasons that never die

You go to oceans that never touch the ice

Surrender this city to sender

Creatures getting younger and younger

And I think I might have heard you on the radio

But the radio waves were like snow

Oh I think I might have heard you on the radio

But the radio waves were like snow

Until the young stay pretty, 'till the pretty stay quick

You know, but you never surrender

The city doesn't belong to you anymore

California dreamer

I'll be around, I'll be around, I'll be around

Like a teenager in town

With all the other young lovers their mothers may have found

California dreamer"

--Wolf Parade

Hello, 2009.

I'm not going to ask for anything too outlandish this year. No lists, no big resolutions, no pounds to lose or major habits to change. Except maybe the one about being a lazy friend. That one, okay.

Anyway, I really don't think I'm asking for anything extraordinary, so don't get fussy and tell me I'm demanding.

2009? I just want things to be happy and nice. Really super happy and nice. Maybe even deep down in the bones excited thrilled about this life happy. Surrounded by people who feel the same way. About themselves, about their lives, and about getting to spend some time with me. And not just when I have cookies. Although that may create some added excitement, I realize.

Not every minute, 'cos that's impossible. Not even every day, because I mean let's be real, it's me we're talking about, and I know I'm difficult. But that kind of happy and nice that's in this photo right here.

Yeah, I know 2009. Only one person can give me that happy, and she's the one who took the photo. But I'm looking at you: Go easy on me. After 2008, I need a rest. I don't think I'm the only one, so go easy on those who also need it. Can you at least do me a solid there?

Thanks. xo

A3, 2019

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Is music the source of soul-searching for you? A reason?

I have seen many people claiming so and so.

To me it is pleasing... soothing but thats it.

Matters of Soul are connected to Allah Almighty and the path to it lies deep in faith. On Him.

But it was an interesting thing =)