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“What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: 'This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more' ... Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus? Or have you once experienced a tremendous moment when you would have answered him: 'You are a god and never have I heard anything more divine.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
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It was all just a pile of leaves underwater but the cool thing was that I thought it was really beautiful how it all looked like every one of them were frozen in time.
Seul être humain au milieu des champs à admirer un spectacle intemporel
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Sole human being in the middle of the fields (many cows and unseen creatures around) I admire the timeless spectacle of the Universe
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Timeless because it was time-less when I picked it up, 12 at the dial and second hand wasn't moving, secondly and actually because of the engraving on its back, dated 1886.
Shot for Active Assignment, theme Timeless (August 2014)
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This old silver watch was my grandfather's, he gave it to me some 20 years ago. He used to wear it in the vest of his three-piece suits or, as in the picture, in the top pocket of his coat. It still works fine, and if he wants it, I will pass it on to my son sometime in the future. So the watch was there when I came into the world and probably will still be there when I am gone. That sounds pretty timeless to me.
I used the mystic New Petzval lens for this shot, with the F11 aperture plate. In post I gave the colours a bit nostalgic atmosphere.
Zeitlos —
Mit der Geburt erhält jeder
seine eigene Sanduhr.
Timeless —
With birth everybody
receives their own hourglass.
It`s hard to take night shots with beginner gear. Kit zoom lens is rather slow at 3.5 maximum aperture, so I had to bump up the ISO to 6400 on my d7000. Resulting image pretty noisy. This photo is actually a vertical panorama, stitched from 3 horizontal shots.
“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.
I am haunted by waters.”
- Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It.
Gull Lake
Hickory Corners, Michigan
As if on cue for a CGI effect for an epic story line, the fog appeared and caressed the minimal structures that some ancient civilization created....
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The clothes that you're wearing
They will one day be out of style
And the car that you're driving
One day will wax out in time
Kindness is timeless
Love is so easy to give
It just takes a moment
To show someone you care
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Trace of Lace Silkstone from the collection of the late Joanne Faulkner wearing FR's Adele Makeda's Timeless Gown.
Mattel Jewelry, broach from Sylvia of Hankie Chic
So, this is the more famous Niemeyer building in Paris - the Communist Party HQ, built 1967-1981 (yup, that's Communist speed). We missed the Bourse de Travail... so we MUST return to Bobigny
This is my newest passion in photography. Wet plate collodion images created on aluminum. I was lucky enough to meet a photographer willing to teach me this process. This is one of my first portraits - many more to follow.
I have wanted to see the trees in Petrified Forest National Park for quite a while. This was the last national park we visited on our way home and was just as unique as the other 4 we had already visited. The piece of petrified wood on the right looks like someone had sawed it as many of the pieces in the park do. I learned that they look like that because that is how they broke due to the sheer weight of the rock that the wood becomes. According to information in the park they do not know how long it takes for the trees to petrify into rock. It is hard to believe that this part of Arizona was a forest at one time, but scientist say at the time it was a forest 200 million years ago this area was at about the same latitude that Costa Rica is today. It is yet another reminder that time changes everything. Photo by Steve Coyle Photography (www.stevecoylephotography.com)
like a lost spirit, a timeless tourist
I stole my soul into the breast of the black forest
the old growth trees had nothing on me
their roots ran deep, but I knew how to be free
I was born with more years behind than before me
my soles were sore from wandering a world
where hearts were unfurled
without the wrath of gravity
and the ocean was so wide and blind
I laughed how she was sometimes called the sea
like a lost spirit, a timeless tourist
I looked up into the buildings above
I saw a pigeon kissing a dove
I watched a window washer wonder why
he lived on the edge but was afraid to die
I saw the city suffer pity
for sodden souls still shuffling her streets
for shapeless spirits this side of the sod
all rain is the same in the eyes of God
like a lost spirit, a timeless tourist
I shrugged off the song
of a speechless sickness
I sang the notes of stubborn goats
I held the hooves of sighing sheep
I learned that the walls of self are steep
I picked up my bag, I dragged my legs
I was the tall tale that the dog couldn't wag
I couldn't play tag, I wasn't he or she or it
I was too tired to stand, too skinny to sit
I had far too many bones to pick
I was far from pure
in the person of a purist
I was haunted by my home, like a lost spirit
I was flying all alone, like a timeless tourist
© Steve Skafte
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Timeless sea breezes,
sea-wind of the night:
you come for no one;
if someone should wake,
he must be prepared
how to survive you.
Timeless sea breezes,
that for aeons have
blown ancient rocks,
you are purest space
coming from afar...
Oh, how a fruit-bearing
fig tree feels your coming
high up in the moonlight.
poem by .. Rainer Maria Rilke