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Work bij Belgian artist Hans Op De Beeck.
The girl is lying on her back, completely surrendered to sleep, an unfolded book on het stomach. Dotted here and there are butterflies on the blankets, fantasy elements from the dream world she is in.
The artist makes the girl's mattress hover visually above the raft, as the two worlds - that of her bedroom and that of the dream - merge in an unreal way.
Exhibition "Nocturnal Journey" in the fine arts museum Antwerp
“Unconditional Surrender,” a tribute to the photo V-J Day in Times Square, has been in San Diego’s Embarcadero Marina Park since January 2006. The 25' statue, located next to the popular tourist destination, U.S.S. Midway, will be disassembled either Feb. 28 or 29 by The Sculpture Group, which owns the traveling piece of art.
As beautiful as the springtime brings us new life and joy, so too is the magnificent beauty of autumn's surrender !
Pushing on that trigger is like pulling magic into my very soul...Darrell.
Have a safe and fabulous day dear flickr friends.
Happy Halloween 2024 to everyone !
Thank you to everyone for your visits and at my photo-stream....very much appreciated !
To Prologue of the Story "The Doors"
♫♫Bob Seger & The Silver Bullet Band - Roll Me Away♫♫
As she clutched onto the firm grip behind her Ronnie, nestled snugly on the sleek motorbike, a wave of tranquility washed over her. The gentle hum of the engine became a soothing symphony, lulling her into a sense of absolute safety. The open road stretched out before them, beckoning them towards a horizon painted with endless possibilities.
The cool breeze weaving through their hair, carried with it the promise of new adventures. It whispered tales of dreams waiting to unfold, of aspirations that was soaring high like the eagles circling overhead. With her heart filled with boundless trust, she leaned into her partner and surrendered to the present moment.
Every mile of their journey they traversed became a testament to their unwavering bond. The rhythm of the bike beneath them echoed the synchronous beating of their loving hearts. The world outside faded away, replaced by a shared sense of purpose and an unbreakable connection. In this intimate embrace, she was enveloped by an unwavering belief that together, they could conquer any challenge that was lying ahead.
As the endless road continued to unravel before them, she was reminded of the enduring power of trust. It was the cornerstone of their partnership, the foundation upon which their dreams were built. With every mile they rode, she was filled with a deep abiding faith in her companion, knowing that she would always have their back, just as her partner had hers. And so, they journeyed on, carried by the wind, propelled by their dreams, and bound together by a love that knew no bounds.
(to be continued...)
Devoted to my Ronnie, a talented and amazing musician who touched my heart deeply with Love ღ
If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Nikon F3, Nikkor 35/2.8 AI-s, Arista EDU 100@800, push +3, HC-110/dil. B, 15 min. Digitized with Nikon D700, AF Micro-Nikkor 60/2.8 D, ES-2, CS-LITE
Bust of Kathleen Frances Tipler (around 1900) in the evening sun. I am immensely attracted by this face of a young girl. When looking at it, I am oscillating between two sets of emotions. One is a feeling of gratitude that beauty and personhood have been preserved despite the destruction time and erosion have caused. The other, however, is a sense of surrender. The ravages of time, even if the dissolution of the sculpture due to acidic rain can be stopped for the moment, will eventually win and what once was a face will return to a pile of sand. It is as it is.
Part of the first line of trenches in the seige of Cornwallis at Yorktown during the Revolutionary War. The British Army was backed against the James River and was unable to cross to escape the Americans. It was said a violent storm which included a tornado swamped and destroyed most of their ships. Washington and our French allies continued to bombard the British and built closer trench lines until the British were forced to surrender at Yorktown, effectively ending the war...
If I were Water strider, this cascading river flow would be my favourite surf place. As a human, I just love being there and observe...
As night falls, I find comfort in the serene moments just before succumbing to sleep. Bathed in the gentle glow of muted lights, my surroundings transform into a sanctuary, signaling the peaceful journey that lies ahead. Beyond my window, the world recedes, making way for a tranquil tableau painted with the muted symphony of the night.
Captured within the frame is a snapshot of this tranquil interlude – a ritualistic pause before entering the realm of dreams. The interplay of shadows and the soft warmth of ambient light create a soothing ambiance, inviting a sense of calm that washes over me.
The image is a visual ode to this serene pause, a conscious moment before surrendering to the embrace of slumber. The unmade bed, carefully arranged essentials, and the quiet stillness all contribute to a delicate symphony of tranquility.
In this captured moment, I embrace the quietude, recognizing the beauty often overlooked in the hustle of the day. It serves as a daily reminder of the importance of finding peace amid chaos, offering a gentle prelude to the dreams awaiting in the realm of sleep.
Some people stand in the darkness
Afraid to step into the light
Some people need to help somebody
When the edge of surrenders in sight
Don't you worry
It's gonna be alright
Cause I'm always ready
I won't let you out of my sight
The boat is the Hunter Fury by Hunter Marine
Another image from my local beach. I think I mentioned before that the sea defences have been abandoned to sea. This particular breakwater is now shorter, the leaning timbers having now fully surrendered.
Pose - BOSTON - Taken at Sunny's Studio and Mall - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunny%20Side%20Up/166/29/1002
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“Strength does not come from winning.
Your struggles develop your strengths.
When you go through hardships and
decide not to surrender, that is strength.”
~Arnold Schwarzenegger
Pose - ninety- Taken at Sunny's Studio and Mall - maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sunny%20Side%20Up/227/45/1000
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Man identified as kissing sailor in WWII Times Square photo died at 95 yesterday. www.cnn.com/2019/02/18/us/sailor-kiss-vj-day-photo-george...
www.today.com/money/love-it-or-hate-it-kissing-statue-ret...
In the quiet I stand within the ancient golden cage, the silks around me shimmering in hues of teal and gold. The delicate fabrics cling to my skin like whispered secrets, each fold a memory of performances past. As I prepare for my next spectacle, my heart flutters with anticipation and the thrill of impending magic.
Tonight, I am not merely a dancer but a conjurer of emotions, a storyteller whose body weaves tales of longing and liberation. The cage, a paradox of confinement and freedom, has been my stage and my sanctuary. I trace my fingertips along the bars, feeling their history and the promise of future enchantments. The air is alive with the murmurs of the crowd and the soft rustle of the silks, harmonizing with the beat of my heart.
Every performance is a dance with destiny, a flirtation with danger and delight. I imagine the crowd’s awe as I spiral upward, defying gravity and expectation. The cage becomes my universe, each movement a rebellion against the mundane, a celebration of the strength and vulnerability woven into every fiber of my being.
In these fleeting moments before the performance, I am both mortal and myth, a bridge between the tangible and the fantastical. My mind is a whirl of dreams, and as the music begins to swell, I surrender to the rhythm. Tonight, my dance will be a luminous saga, a timeless ode to freedom and passion, etched in the annals of magic and desire. With each graceful step, I will weave a spell of wonder and liberation, inviting every onlooker to believe in the power of transformation. I am unstoppable.
The Battle of Halbe (German: Kessel von Halbe, Russian: Хальбский котёл, Halbe pocket) lasted from April 24 – May 1, 1945[1] was a battle in which the German Ninth Army, under the command of Generaloberst Theodor Busse, was destroyed as a fighting force by the Red Army during the Battle for Berlin[citation needed].
The Ninth Army, trapped in a large pocket in the Spree Forest region south-east of Berlin, attempted to break out of the pocket westwards through the village of Halbe and the pine forests south of Berlin to link up with the German Twelfth Army commanded by General Walther Wenck with the intention of heading west and surrendering to the Western Allies. To do this the Ninth Army had to fight their way through three lines of Soviet troops of the 1st Ukrainian Front under the command of Marshal Ivan Konev, while at the same time units of the 1st Belorussian Front, under the command of Marshal Georgy Zhukov, attacked the German rearguard from the north east.
After very heavy fighting about 30,000 German soldiers—one fifth of those trapped in the pocket—managed to reach the comparative safety of the Twelfth Army's front lines. The rest were either killed or captured by the Soviets.
Wikipedia'