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Mother on left, daughter on right. Wisbech. The two sides are around 46 years apart.

Model: Ayden

 

“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

Misty morning in a place where time has stopped

Galpón del mercado de pulgas.

Atardecer en mi casa.

The remains of Doctor Desourteaux's vehicle on the Champ de Foire in Oradour

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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The river near Huntingdon

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.

Caught my awesome kids (I'm biased) in a great moment...

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.

Timeless Treasures - Asia line

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

Adele Makeda

 

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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)

Crumbling rocks in the ruin of time

Books are lighthouses erected in the great sea of time.

 

E.P. Whipple

Great grandma's clock.

Timeless.

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

  

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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

 

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