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Surrender - Natalie Taylor www.youtube.com/watch?v=caoP4dj2oro
Henley Beach has been undergoing construction most of this year. They are building a new square around the jetty with many lovely features for beach-goers to enjoy. That plus some health issues saw me spend many months away from this beautiful place. Despite Adelaide having almost continuous coastline, this is my most magical place to be. The clouds, the reflections, the relative quiet, a place to truly surrender.
Soundtrack // Bande-son: WILL SAMSON ("Night Canyon"); www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ihKnoi_90M
"What will be will be... SURRENDER... RELEASE..."
"Constance (en allemand : Konstanz) est une ville d'Allemagne, située dans le sud du Land de Bade-Wurtemberg. Il s'agit de la plus grande ville au bord du lac de Constance (ou BODENSEE)." (Wikipédia)
Throwback Thursday
Autumn Surrender
Lake Erie Metro Park
Michigan
October 2009
Autumn always puts on a show at Lake Erie Metropark 🍁 Golden maples, fiery oaks, and peaceful shoreline trails make every step feel like walking through a painting—one that reminds you why fall in Michigan is so special.
Yourself to your Self
Finding out who that is
(How that is)
And being more and more of that with every passing moment
Learning
to
Live her/Love her
When she is brilliant
and
When she is (so much) less than that.
When she is Spring and when she is Winter
White flower - Barb wire
Grassy meadow - Muddy feet
Quiet whisper - Venom tongue
Gentle touch - Razor cut.
The possible soundtrack to the process:
or
Which one do you like more? This is with #overcast filter and this is with #autocontrast filter. Would love to hear your thoughts!
Visit this location at // Backdrop City & Pose Mall in Second Life
Secret, hidden underneath it,
Trying hard to keep it
Safely out of reach.
Creeping, I can feel it breathing,
Calling to the surface,
Finally in my dreams.
Sweet despair feel you devour me...
Silently, Oh won't you carry me..
Home..
Taken down I give into what I can't disguise.
I surrender..I surrender
Broken down, I give into what I can not have..
I surrender..I surrender
Locked in, buried under my skin
Riding on the whispers, restless in the wind
Hunted, I can feel it coming
Keep me under cover in what could of been
Sweet despair feel you devour me...
Silently, Oh won't you carry me..
Home..
Taken down I give into what I can't disguise.
I surrender..I surrender
Broken down, I give into what I can not have..
I surrender..I surrender
Don't make a sound now
Don't make a sound now
Maybe it won't find us after all
Carry.. Me.. Home..
Taken down I give into what I can't disguise.
I surrender..I surrender
Broken down, I give into what I can not have..
I surrender..I surrender
Don't make a sound now
Don't make a sound now
I surrender..I surrender..
Don't make a sound now
Don't make a sound now
I surrender..I surrender..
Broken down I give in.. I give in..
I surrender..I surrender..
(digital daggers - surrender)
smiels:)
texture: jimmy brown, thank you so much! <3
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"Le corps d'une femme, les collines blanches, les cuisses blanches,
tu ressemble à un monde, se couchant en reddition...."
— Pablo Neruda
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"Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs,
you look like a world, lying in surrender..... "
— Pablo Neruda
You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.
― Roman Payne
Soundtrack // Bande-son proposée par VINCENT (www.flickr.com/photos/58769600@N07): VASHTI BUNYAN (""): www.youtube.com/watch?v=a3SxsVOBvDM
"Whatever pulled the wind that night... It had it bring a tree down... Untidy lime tree holding tight... To the end of my last garden... One of five against the sky... AN ELEGANT SURRENDER... It broke the wall and bent the gate... And warmed us through the winter..."
Sooner surrender
Then watch the last wall collapse
And sooner surrender
And our love will count for everything
In my sweetest dreams
It's just you and me
And we break wide
I wake reminded love
How I just gave up
And how you moved on, how you moved on
I'm waiting for something
I've waited for now
For the rolling canyons of love
And i'm tongue tied
And you're coming alive, coming alive
-Matt Nathanson
{221/365}
"The Surrender" This is a self-portrait I created a few months back. The location is a dried up lake called Øyeren, which is located just a few miles outside of Oslo. This image represents the days you just want to surrender and disappear from the face of the earth. I'm sure everybody can relate to this in one way or another... If you want to learn more about my creative process, check out my latest blog post!
She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.
Oh this road has been hard
On my feet, on my heart
Led me to the gates of hell
I know sorrow all too well
Lost my love to the wind
Left me half of who I am
Heavy load, Heaven knows
I'm tired
I give up, I give in, I lay down
I surrender
I won't fight, I won't try, I lay down at your side
I surrender
After all I've been through
I can't say what is true
But I choose to believe
There's a hand guiding me
There is hope, there's a home
For my soul
I give up, I give in, I lay down
I surrender
I won't fight, I won't try, I lay down at your side
I won't cry
Why should I?
I lay down at your side
I surrender
Still waters run deep and life is deeper still,
The meaning of time and the passing of days,
Like the tranquil pond in autumn's haze,
A time for life a time for death,
A never ending circle of birth and passing
Surrender to the summers of time gone by,
Begun in spring to end in winter,
A glimpse of peace to be had,
The resignation of the simple truth
King and slave the strong and weak,
All to pass when time has come,
None to see the coming hereafters
Such vanity of men to think they understand,
If only they could see the loss of all they have,
Great and small live and die,
Some can see and some are blind,
Those that pause to drink in beauty,
Those that see only usability
John Lowe (1750-1798) Calm Surrender (l. 1-18)
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Procamera, Snapseed, Stackables App, Afterlight
I was just completing this image yesterday evening when I was overwhelmed by an excruciating abdominal pain. After medication and tests, thankfully it was nothing serious. One thing that resulted from it was this: the physical pain pierced its way through the darkness - and it put a lot of things in perspective. I am left with a feeling of relief and gratefulness. And thus, my edit of the image was altered.
Life throws us a lot of curve balls. When you live with The Black Dog around the corner, it's always important to absolutely focus on the little things that are good so that when the time comes, and you feel overwhelmed, you still have the ability to put one heavy leaden foot in front of the other - even if you have to drag that damn foot. So, sometimes the fight is about surrendering to some facts, simply to accept. When you do, you fight stronger.
I surrender to the dog hair, the fingerprints on the windows, the weeds in the yard, the high gas prices, the empty containers in the fridge, the construction next door and all the other things that are beyond my control. Of course I had lots of other ideas on how to represent this in an image but for now...I'm keeping it simple.
We're Here theme - flags (not representing a country)
ODC Hanging Down
What can the one see in a peaceful pond?
What does the other see in wealth?
The one will last, the other fails,
So who has when the day is gone?
When the end is written and all are gone,
What once was is now forever thus,
Did the man touch in passing?
Was the word of kindness spoken?
A moment in time can last or fade,
The legacy of the maker is the pen that says
The calm surrender of life and love,
What is the height, what is the depth?
Life is love and love is life,
From that apart the rest is none
So sit by the pond in autumn's grace,
Listen to the bird, the frog, the cricket singing in the night,
There to find the calm surrender,
the passing of time, love and laughter
John Lowe (1750-1798) Calm Surrender (l. 19-36)
Rest assured, the final defense is here.
Plastic toy.
Transformers. Metroplex (G1)
©HASBRO 1985
©TAKARA CO. LTD. 1985
Japan
Life's gone haywire. Obviously. And to add to the fun, the creatures around here provide their own form of unadulterated entertainment. There was this awesome war/battle/judgment day level thing that happened right at the entrance of my hostel. These weird ants, at some stage of their growth get wings and stuff and they go nuts, lose their common sense if they ever had it in the first place, and they swarm towards all sources of light. So, when I walked into the hostel on that particular night (2 am i think), there was this entire battalion of these stupid ant things, and there were about 10-15 frogs on the floor. Those frogs were completely intoxicated (imagine me in front of a gigantic vegetarian feast) and they just sat there, shooting
their tongues out in every direction, completely feasting on the stupid ant things. I stood there for a few minutes, transfixed by the glory of the one-sided battle. Then I stopped behaving like one of those stupid ant things and brought out my cam. Took a few shots, even though I was getting those icky stupid ant things sitting on my shirt. Sheesh, it was insane. Those frikkin' frogs were bloating up like hell. I mean, they didn't give a shite about their waistline. They were just gobbling up each and every one of those stupid ant things that came withing striking range. They themselves
were covered with stupid ant things. Next morning, under every visible tubelight in my hostel there were millions of wings belonging to the deceased stupid ant things lying around. The sweepers went home with the worst backache they could have expected. And the frogs didn't appear for a few days. I bet their tummies got so screwed, food wouldn't cross their one track minds for a few days.
Messed up most of the shots I took because I left the camera on manual mode, using the settings I had used for the last shot (the one with the drop).
All the brownish stuff you see in the background consists of stupid ant
things flying around, wings of dead stupid ant things, pieces of stupid ant
things scattered after a frog duel, and regurgitated bits of stupid ant things. The frog in the forefront is one of the smallest I saw that day.
Title Dedication : U2
A self portrait and self reminder that surrendering my fears and embracing life's ever-changing flow can lead to magic falling right into my fingertips... magic I never would have expected or dreamed of.
Fun fact: This log was a beast to get to for this photo! The rocks were soooo slippery with slime and algae, I had to crawl (more like slither) along them, fingers clinging to any crack or grippy surface I could find, trying not to slip all the way into the water for an icy swim... needless to say, the poor white dress was not white anymore by the time I reached the log and climbed up. Thank goodness for photoshop's slime n' grime-ridding magical powers! 😉
P.S. For those interested, this image is available as a limited edition print, here: elizabethgaddprints.com/products/surrender
Thanks to:
For the beautiful model.
From Textures only Competition #34: www.flickr.com/groups/textures_only/discuss/7215761506062...
Note: Due to my original flickr account being deleted by someone or by accident, I have lost all information regarding the contributors of textures and source material for this image. I'm sorry that I cannot give them credit. I can only say, thank you again.
Je m'abandonne...
Soundtrack // Bande-son: SYLVAINE ("Like A Moth To A Flame"): www.youtube.com/watch?v=ShIsATYPEDw
"Like a moth to a flame, I SURRENDER all the same..." // "Je m'abandonne, comme un papillon de nuit attiré par une flamme..."
"Un "clair-obscur" sur un champ de maïs, il fallait y penser et cela apporte une certaine poésie. Bravo Regisa !" // "A chiaroscuro in a corn field... an poetry-bringing idea." (TRISKELLFLEUR / www.flickr.com/photos/131430984@N02/)
"Superbe prise, et avec cette belle chanson, c'est tout un ensemble très poétique." // " Great shot. And with this song, it makes a really poetic set." (SOPHIE C. / www.flickr.com/photos/26450367@N04/)
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"If we are to be who we are, if we are to accomplish great things, then we must learn the heart's most essential rule: NEVER SURRENDER DREAMS"
- J. Michael Straczynski
... because sometimes it's the only thing you can do.
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Angell Studio Hua Rong
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This is Narcisse, an SD girl who arrived many months ago but has been very patient and waited for her photo! She's a white queen if ever I saw one <3
From afternoon walks around the reservoir... off the beaten track. Autumn beginning to show itself in beautiful colours and form.
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Veiw in large please
Standing 25 feet tall (7.6 mt) along Sarasota's Bayfront is a sculpture that recreates that famous kissing photo on the cover of Life Magazine, marking the end of World War II in 1945.
This statue is a series of sculptures by Seward Johnson resembling a photograph by Alfred Eisenstaedt, V–J day in Times Square, but said by Johnson to be based on a similar, less well known, photograph by Victor Jorgensen.