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A staircase bathed in golden reflections, a quiet tribute to symmetry, steel, and light. Beauty found in the geometry of descent.
راه پله ای غرق در بازتابهای طلایی؛ ادای احترام خاموشی به تقارن، فلز و نور. زیبایی نهفته در هندسه ی فرود.
"this is the key point about thresholds: they are not the place of life and not the place of death. in their narrow confines you may find fantasy, memory, dream, anxiety, miracle, intuition, and magic. these are the means by which the deep soul prospers..." - thomas moore
dear friends!! let us honor the thresholds that we encounter in this life... let us bring to them our attention, and our love.
may all travelers find joy!!
jeanne
scanned, assembled and altered image, september 29, 2007
(including 35mm color slides taken in my home, a 35mm color slide taken at a county fair... and a golden tray for serving tea)
This is the solstice, the still point
of the sun, its cusp and midnight,
the year's threshold
and unlocking, where the past
lets go of and becomes the future;
the place of caught breath, the door
of a vanished house left ajar.
----Margaret Atwood
It's by far and away the worst morning I've known
the pain shuddering through me
a foothold has become a stranglehold
afflicting every sematic stance by degree
heedless is the peering Sun at heel
illuminating what fatigue is unable to conceal
vigour is now debited hourly beyond it's own means
by all accounts a bleak outlook indeed
experts and forecasts, merchandising gloom
the command of hope is fearful to concede
a glimmer of doubt in failure's redemption-
of health, spirit and soul's utter preemption
this heelical nerve-ending is losing favour
with a touch it once noted as idealistic
today it's message is clear and understood;
pain is ascending the crown of agonising characteristic
narratory tracts remain in place to vent frustration
without which the outlook would be beyond salvation
oh this teasing pain circumnavigates my mind
unrelenting in it's search for a fatal blow
by blow account of screwing-up my health
isolating memories of happy days long ago
sopor is my friend, and it's there I shall return
for it's a place of peace and absolutely no concern.
by anglia24
10h40: 04/02/2008
©2008anglia24
134/365 Photo Manipulations Project
Constructive criticism gratefully received.
Please, no invitations to private groups.
sincere thanks to the following for sharing their images and allowing me to play with them;
stairs www.flickr.com/photos/maggie-me/5064104313
background night-fate-stock.deviantart.com
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, 'It will be happier.'
Alfred Lord Tennyson
I'm hoping to have another go with this compo with some different light. Not the best when I was there, but sometimes you just have to make-do.
© 2009 Loren Zemlicka
Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential. Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance. Always, I am on the threshold.
- W. Eugene Smith
It's a macro shot of a section of a clear plastic egg carton, sprayed with water, with threshold applied twice and then difference mode, and cropped a lot.
My wifi disappeared earlier. Maybe I'll be back tomorrow.
Conceptual art fantasy image.
R. Keith Clontz and Leah Spitz Art Project
...want us to shoot your engagement pictures?
In the heart of a sprawling megalopolis along the cost of the Mediterranean, life continues as it has for 5000 years. The cradle of civilization is crowded now, new buildings rest atop ancient plots. Millions of dunams of land cram and deform like cells under a microscope, courtyards are buried behind brick and steel. Still, smiling (if not weary) faces greet you at every threshold.
Here is it, the collab from Brickfair Virginia 2024, Medinat al Musawra, meaning Walled City in Arabic. So happy with house this came together, and a huge thanks to all of our contributors. Hope to see you all next year when it grows even larger!
... that moment between light and dark, chaos and order, when all is still. It lasts but a few exhales but that's where the magic happens. Think of all the situations, stories, life lessons... without that moment, that Threshold, they simply disappear into nothingness.
San Francisco Bay averages around 54 degrees F (12 C,) so nobody is going in the water!
**EXPLORED!** June 11, 2015.
After a swim in a chilly morning water I set up my rig to picture the same surreal scene, for I moment I'm lost in a thought, it suddenly feels like I've melted into one with the surrounding and time lost its meaning.
Press "L".
Rittreck 5x7", Fujinon T 400mm f8 @ f11, 1/4s, Kodak Tri-X 320 Pan Professional (320TXP) developed in Ethol UFG 3 minutes, wet-mounted drumscan.