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If you can only learn to look within,
If you can only learn to dive deep within yourself
and identify with the Self,
merge with the Self,
I cannot begin to tell you
the joy you would feel.
There is nowhereyou have to go,
There is no one you really have to meet
There is no thing you have to do,
you simply have to be yourself,
You are the joy of the world.
- Robert Adams
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Strings Attached - Opia
I wrapped a string around my thumb
To remind me of that singer at the station
By pretending that we liked his guitar the way he sung
Just to put off taking trains to different places
Remember lying naked on the porch
Making fun of Californians in the winter
I'm still waiting to wake, to tie your hair up on its form
So I tie another string around my little finger
Now I'm losing the feeling
All my fingers turning numb, pins and needles in my thumb
'Cause I'm losing the feeling
Now my hands are turning blue
But this knots are tying me
To the feeling of you
I told you when we woke up in my bed
This is just a passing thing, no strings attached
We were riding 'till we parted with our strings in a knot
The harder that we pulled, the tighter that it got
this is a requested/commissioned piano version of an image of a small guitar I shot previously,
shown in the comment box below.
available for purchase through GettyImages.com: www.gettyimages.ca/detail/photo/piano-music-royalty-free-...
AND ON STRINGS...
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I find it impossible to tell you what my favourite instrument is, The moment I say Cello, I think, oh no, pain, oh no violin, nooo, LOL
But I love all of the above.
Cello, guitar, mandolin, bass, aaahhh, I feel spoiled!
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
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Captured in: Old Bethpage, NY.
Earlier this year I had a chance to attend a musical themed macro photography event in Old Bethpage, NY, which offered attendees the opportunity to work on their macro photography skills. There were a range of subjects available, ranging from small string to wind instruments.
Looking back on the shots from that day, I found this image of a violin that I thought would be fun to process. I decided it might even be interesting to take the processing in a more creative direction... The final result was something a bit unusual (well, at least for me), but hopefully you'll like it!
Please click on the image for a closer look.
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"Lucent Strings" is a non-HDR image that was processed using a combination of ACR and Photoshop (also includes the use of Topaz Labs plugins -- Adjust, Clean, Denoise, Glow, Impressions and Texture Effects).
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An oldie that I captured on my trip to London back in April last year. I had to crop in heavily as we were on the other side of the river and I didnt have my 70-200mm with me.
These are the bridge pins of a piano. "The bridge plays a crucial role in the sound of the piano. It is the job of the bridge to connect the source of the sound (the strings) to the amplifier of the sound (the soundboard)." (excerpt from the link below) The pins hold the strings in place and spaced correctly.
www.piano.christophersmit.com/bridge.html
This photo encompasses about 2 1/2 inches of the bridge.
Happy Macro Monday!
In the golden hush of a Sunday morning, Ben found his rhythm. Not in words, but in the quiet language of strings.
Shirtless, sunlit, and lost in the melody only he could hear, each chord was a memory, each note a whispered promise.
The world outside waited, but in this moment, all that mattered was the song he hadn’t yet finished… and the peace he found in playing it.