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"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)
located on Surrender road between Swaledale & Arkengarthdale where it crosses the Old Gang Beck, also known as the Mill Gill or Hard Level Gill.
Thαηks for your vιsιts αηd coммεηts.
Pℓεαsε doη't usε thιs ιмαgε on wεbsιtεs, bℓogs or othεr мεdια wιthout мy εxpℓιcιt pεrмιssιon.
Aℓℓ rιghts rεsεrvεd © GoldenCrotalo.
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)
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.
Elstow, Bedfordshire is famous for its pious, dissident preacher and author John Bunyan who came from this village. His most famous work "The Pilgrim's Progress" has never been out of print. This was his local church and he rang the bells in the tower that stands alone and detached. His early influences were made here.
Countess Judith, niece of William the Conqueror, founded a Benedictine nunnery in Elstow in the year 1078. The Elstow nuns came from wealthy families and each came with an endowment of money and/or lands.
In 1538 Elstow Abbey was valued as being the eighth richest nunnery in England. On 26 August 1539, the Abbess was forced to surrender the Abbey, the manor of Elstow and all the Abbey's other lands and estates throughout England, to King Henry VIII, as part of his Dissolution of the Monasteries. Much was demolished and the Abbey would have been at least twice the size. The three windows and east wall were added around 1580.
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
Cuando te sangran las manos después de darlo todo y aun así no te detienes por que sabes que rendirte no es una opción...
When your hands bleed after giving everything and still do not stop because you know that surrender is not an option ...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUphJftlzRM
Dying to Live - DTL Poses : Giving Everything
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.
... 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
"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
gabbyjaws.blogspot.com/2025/04/sweet-surrender.html
www.youtube.com/watch?v=A5z2H1CmHgU
Mu-Shi Doll Karla Outfit "Karla" Outfit
LaraX, Petite, Maitreya Lara, Petite, Legacy, Reborn
various color choices
Mu-Shi Doll
Sometimes you just have to lie back and let it all wash over you like a wave ...it comes, it goes....
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.
I know "never surrender, never give up" but I think this sums up 2020 for a lot of families, 2020 has been a bitch of a year and I have my fingers crossed that 2021 will bring a new hope
Happy New Years everyone and thank you all for your support, comments and favs. through out these strange time. Having Flickr as a creative outlet and being able to share with you guys everyday has been an oasis in a desert of craziness
this shot mark my 10 year anniversary of 365 projects !!!! 3653 straight days of taking a picture every day and posting it to Flickr and it's been such a journey and I've made so many new friends along the way and was even awarded my Fellowship in Photography from the Irish Photographic Federation.
will i start my 11th 365 project ? ? you'll have to come back tomorrow to find out 😉