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Two terrified African-American girls flee police officers during a race riot in the Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood of Brooklyn, itself sparked by rioting over police brutality in nearby Harlem, on July 21, 1964.
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Hasselblad 500 CM + Planar 80mm + Kodak Tri-X 100 2003 expired.
© Luís Campillo 2015
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"In the depths of a cave the first artists in the history of humanity painted a masterpiece. Horses, lions, rhinos and other animals are captured in action running. Not far from the original cave, 36,000 years later, scientists, engineers and artists accomplished a unique feat by reconstructing the Chauvet - Pont D'Arc cave"
My impression of these birds as I stepped into the garage.. thing:
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT IT'S A HUMAN OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD"
And then I took a picture.
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None the less, this bridge is gorgeous but let me tell you it was terrifying!! This was taken at Plymouth Bluff in Columbus, MS. If you have never been it is incredibly beautiful. Thought my last step would be on that bridge!
I snapped this picture right after I lived through one of the more terrifying things I've ever seen.
First, some backstory: Jim and I had friends who boated on the most gorgeous yacht I'd ever seen from Chicago to New Buffalo for the weekend to see us. We were supposed to do dinner on Friday night, hang out, and then boat up the lake for lunch the next day and pretend to be pirates. Alright, so that last one was just my plan. But I digress.
Friday night we went to dinner, had a few drinks, and went back to the boat to hang out and work on some more white wine consumption. Eventually, it got late and we were all saying goodnight when our friend, let's call him R, fell inbetween the yacht and the cement wall that was the very end of the pier that the boat was tied up on.
This might not sound so scary unless you think about the logistics. This man is older (pushing 70) and had been drinking. He fell into a tiny space (maybe two feet wide at most) that went straight down between a solid cement wall and the side of the boat. It was a bad enough fall... but then there's the 20 feet or so of water that the boat sits in. If anyone were to attempt this fall for fun they'd be lucky to avoid breaking a bone or knocking themselves unconscious. It's just that narrow and dangerous.
It all happened in an instant. And suddenly everyone has dropped their glasses with a crash and run over to the side of the pier to shout at the water. It took a painfully long time for him to surface. Jim and I were both separately considering ditching the pants and shoes and going in after him while his wife called 911. We're both very strong swimmers.
Luckily, we didn't have to. He surfaced and then the issue became trying to get him out of that tiny space and back on the boat. The guys wanted to help pull him up the side the way he came by his arms and have him climb up the side of the boat.
He was in no condition to do that so cooler heads (my head) prevailed. I grabbed the life preserver, threw it at him, and dragged him around to the back of the boat where we dropped the ladder and pulled him, soaking wet and delirious, onto the boat.
It just goes to show you that anything can happen in an instant and it can be over in a flash with no warning whatsoever. Once I got over the adrenaline rush of organizing and saving and whathaveyou, I was quite shaken for the rest of the night. We said our goodbyes and hightailed it out of there, fully expecting that we weren't boating the next day at all.
Life is very fragile.
8/15/08
The Hydra was a terrifying, immortal creature that guarded the road near Lerne, killing anybody who tried to pass by. The second labor of Hercules was an attempt to slay the beast, but soon he discovered a problem - one head was immortal. If he cut off any of the others, two would grow in its place. He had to enlist the help of his nephew Iolaus, who figured out that by burning and cauterizing the Hydra's neck stump, they could keep any of its heads from regenerating. As for the immortal head, they buried it under a rock.
Found this little guy in my window well. Cutie, but lots of fleas. He is happily eating in the woods now.
(It's a bunny)
All wound up
On the edge
Terrified
Sleep disturbed
Restless mind
Petrified
Bouts of fear
Permeate
All I see
Heightening
Nervousness
Threatens me
I am paralyzed
So afraid to die
Caught off guard
Warning signs
Never show
Tension strikes
Choking me
Worries grow
Why do I feel so numb
Is it something to do with where I come from
Should this be fight or flight
I don't know why I'm constantly so uptight
Rapid heartbeat pounding through my chest
Agitated body in distress
I feel like I'm in danger
Daily life is strangled by my stress
A stifling surge
Shooting through all my veins
Extreme apprehension
Suddenly I'm insane
Helpless hysteria
A false sense of urgency
Trapped in my phobia
Possessed by anxiety
(Last night I've got my first panic attack for real)
There are a lot of fears in my work – the terrifying tension of distance and closeness; the seesaw effect of anxiety and depression, calling my sanity into question. I always see the darkness by default, but I've never considered pessimism as an excuse for negativity. When we're young and strong, most of us reach a peak that we put on a pedestal for the rest of our lives. We fervently believe that everything after is inferior, the world goes downhill as we get older.
Consider the difference if you didn't start on top. I was an early outcast, an awkward reject living in my messy mind. Video games were my absolute refuge for years, endless adventures to save me from the unmanageable boredom and chaos of social interaction. For years, I thought a friend was someone you saw once and never again. I didn't realize that some folks continued connections for a lifetime – I'd never even made it a month. When I turned twenty, I made my first effort to bridge the gap between my heart and any other. Words and pictures were the first things that scraped me off the bottom.
So when old folks tell me of their golden youth, I sit calmly and tell them that my life got better with time. Not because of fate or faith, but from holding fast to hope. I was a miserable mess for so many years that I don't look back with nostalgia (but I remember everything). Sparks of joy are small and scattered, mostly when I was young and less aware. Time has told me that everything gets better if I believe it does. I feel it with my wife asleep next to me, in the knowledge of not being alone, in the whisper of low words after dark. I sense my life going somewhere, and the whole world comes along. Tomorrow is always more eager than today.
En un principio temía no poder atrapar esta hermosa y escurridiza mariposa. Intente varias veces, hasta que lo conseguí. Sentía el roce de sus alas con mis manos, aleteaba. Era preciosa, todo lo que siempre quise. Pero ahora me doy cuenta de que contengo entre mis manos una aterradora belleza. ¿Se podrá escapar algún día? ¿Y si por accidente abro mis manos y se va?
¿Como puede saber el árbol si ha conseguido la luna? ¿La posee en verdad o es solo una ilusión?
Maldito terror! Mas bendita belleza...
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No me gusta mucho eso de poner los nombres en las fotos, me encanta poder ver toda la imagen, pero bueno, mi hermana me aconsejó que lo hiciera, y como siempre me cuida le hice caso, en fin.
"Where's Walter," I mused one evening. Looked over and found him frozen in terror - despite the angle making her look huge, she's less than half his size...
Cabinet card by L. A. Carroll, Sheffield, Illinois. This is from the album that belonged to one of the families from Denmark, who settled in and around Sheffield, Illinois, during the late 1860's.
Leroy A. Carroll was a photographer in Sheffield, Bureau County, Illinois, from about 1879 through 1920.