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Stands on the podium April 20th 2023 tall and proud 🏆
Looks around smiling mischievously left, right and center with hands on hips
Accepts kisses 💋 💋 and a French bottle of Champagne 🍷 from the hostesses, poses with a grin for a quick photo 📷
Undoes the wire cage, shakes the bottle, pops the cork in the crowds direction, sprays the judges, hostesses, contestants, media, front row admirers and fans 😇 😇
Tilts my head back and drinks from the bottle as the bubbles massage my face, champagne dribbles down my neck and all over torso
Wide eyed, raises my hands in the air fist pumping and declares yelling 'ITS PARTY TIME' w00t fucking w00t 🎉
'Ive got a bottle of Tequila Ive been saving for you'
I met this awesome boy at the first spanish national meetup. His owner is my lovely friend Nayrië. And I miss them both so much T_T
I feel lucky because I met them. Now I have a great friend with me and some pics of the famous UN-DO <333
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UN-DO, para las españolas sobran las palabras XD El muñeco con luz propia...
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Stands on the podium March 14th 2023 tall and proud 🏆
Looks around smiling mischievously left, right and center with hands on hips
Accepts kisses 💋 💋 and a French bottle of Champagne 🍷 from the hostesses, poses with a grin for a quick photo 📷
Undoes the wire cage, shakes the bottle, pops the cork in the crowds direction, sprays the judges, hostesses, contestants, media, front row admirers and fans 😇 😇
Tilts my head back and drinks from the bottle as the bubbles massage my face, champagne dribbles down my neck and all over torso
Wide eyed, raises my hands in the air fist pumping and declares yelling 'ITS PARTY TIME' w00t fucking w00t 🎉
'Ive got a bottle of Tequila Ive been saving for you'
Downhill House was built in the late 18th century for Frederick, 4th Earl of Bristol and Lord Bishop of Derry (known as 'the Earl-Bishop'), at Downhill, County Londonderry. Much of the building was destroyed by fire in 1851 before being rebuilt in the 1870s. It fell into disrepair after the Second World War.
The phrase "It's all downhill from here" can have two very different meanings: "It's easy the rest of the way" or "It's all going to get worse." For the ruins of Downhill House, I think it's the latter.
My life was once headed downhill in the negative sense. I was a sinner, heading for a final judgement, in front of a holy and perfect God. Even if I had been able to reform myself and live a perfect life (which I couldn't), there was no way to undo past sins. I was totally without hope.
If I'd been tempted to think that I was no worse than anyone else, it would not have helped: "For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23).
But, one day I understood the good news: "God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life" (John 3:16).
So, even though this life can, and no doubt will, get harder in many ways, in a very real sense it's all downhill from here, in the best possible way: "Being justified freely by his grace through the redemption that is in Christ Jesus: Whom God hath set forth to be a propitiation through faith in his blood, to declare his righteousness for the remission of sins that are past, through the forbearance of God" (Romans 3:24-25).
Now, let's listen.
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Chair: Thor
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Well I had a description for all of these on my phone, but I didn't know shaking your phone could undo accidentally hitting backspace with the entire document highlighted sooo...
She got legs
She knows how to use them
She never begs
She knows how to choose them
She holding leg
Wonder how to feel them
Would you get behind them
If you could only find them?
She's my baby
She's my baby
Yeah, it's alright
Oh, yeah
She's got hair
Down to her fanny
She's kinda jet set
Try undo her panties
Every time she's dancing
She knows what to do
Everybody wants to see
If she can use it
She is so fine
She's all mine
Girl, you got it right
Ooh
She got legs
She knows how to use them
She never begs
She knows how to choose them
She got a dime
All of the time
Stays out at night
Moving through time
Oh, I want her
Shit I got to have her
The girl is alright
She's alright, oh
A couple of summers ago, I witnessed the most meaningful ceremony I've ever seen. My friend G married her longtime love. And before I go on... a word about their love.
It's something you can feel when you walk into their house. It emanates... not just from them, but from the house itself... the furniture... the animals... the garden... the bric a brac. Entering that house is like walking into some big yellow-warm sunshine embrace; it is nothing short of palpable. And seeing them together is even more powerful.
These are two people who just so clearly delight in each other's company. Like all of us, they have their share of less than stellar days, but they're strong for each other, they support one another, they complement each other... and, like I said, when you see them together, you can't help but share a little hiccup in your heart... a skip-step of giddiness. In short, if ever two people should be married, G and her love were those two people. And they're both from backgrounds that value marriage; that see it as the highest expression of togetherness.
But there was one more factor at play that made their wedding the specialest occasion. Until that year, they had not had the legal right to marry. Why? Because G and her One True Love are women. To which I say... So fucking what??
Marriage, as I understand it, is all about love and commitment. And no two people were ever more in love or more committed.
And to those who argue same-sex marriage somehow undermines the so-called sanctity of the so-called institution of marriage... I say heterosexual couples... with their soaring divorce rates, and rampant infidelity, and vicious child-custody disputes... are doing that themselves.
Besides. Why should anyone's choice of who to love... or who to marry... be anyone else's business? As long as no one's being victimized, what's the problem?
One of the arguments advanced here in Canada, where same-sex marriage is legal (for the time being, anyway)... is that, if THIS is okay, then what's next? Polygamy?
To which I say... what's the hairy issue with polygamy? If three people (or four or five or whatever) choose to form a legal bond and raise their family collectively... again, as long as no one's being victimized... what is the problem?
Oh, say the critics, but polygamy's tied to child abuse. Uh, right. That's the same thing they say about same-sex unions... based on their ludicrous assumption that all homosexuals are somehow pedophiles, or sex fiends. Ridiculous.
I've heard otherwise rational men say... I'd never go to a gay male doctor.
To which I say.... don't flatter yourself. Just because a man may be in a love with another man, that doesn't mean he's uncontrollably flinging himself at every damned man who walks through the door. I mean... I have a straight male doctor. That means... oooooohhhh.... gasp.... he has sex with women!!!! But that has absolutely nothing to do with him examining me in his professional capacity.
We have a polygamist sect here in British Columbia, and it's under near-constant scrutiny for child abuse. The allegation is that very young girls are married off to men, against their will.
To which I say... if that's the case, it's child abuse, for sure. But it's an entirely separate issue from the marital status of the parents involved.
Sorry if I'm ranting here, but this whole issue gets my knickers in a major twist. I think it's because... as one of those kids who was teased and taunted for simply being who I was... I sort of understand what it must be like to face such senseless discrimination.
We have today, in too many parts of North America, a culture that says... while most other forms of organized hate and discrimination are frowned upon... it's okay to ostracize and mistreat people... solely on the basis of who they love.
It's insane. I mean... I remember when I first encountered boys. There was an instant ZING! From that time on, I pretty much always had a crush on some boy or other and... lucky me... I was part of a majority, so having those feelings was a-okay.
The gay and lesbian people I've talked to had similar experiences somewhere in their lives.... where they felt that overwhelming sense of attraction and excitement and curiosity. But... unlucky them, they were part of a minority, and made to think that what they felt was somehow bad or wrong.
I'm on this topic today because our federal government (recently elected and right wing) is threatening to undo the same-sex marriage law. This is just the latest in a string of reversals that's included:
- killing the nearly-enacted bill that would've decriminalized marijuana
- killing an agreement with aboriginal people that would've finally begun addressing the deplorable conditions many of them live in
- reversing the country's commitment to do its part to address climate change, and
- killing a multi-year agreement with the provinces that would've made child care somewhat more affordable and accessible.
In the government's eyes, child care is bad. I mean, everyone knows mommies should stay home with their babies while daddies work. Climate change is just a bunch of made-up garbage; after all, those scientists are all a bunch of liberals. Aboriginal people... notwithstanding the fact that white people stole their land, stuck them on reserves, legislated away their rights and tore a whole generation of children away from their families and communities... Notwithstanding that, "those people" are just lazy; they just need to pull themselves up by their bootstraps. As for marijuana... well, we all know it's FAR more harmful than booze, which government not only endorses but shamelessly profits from. I mean... just look at all the domestic strife, and public brawls, and armed standoffs, and traffic carnage caused by those crazed, violent potheads. And those humsexuals... well. We can't deport them 'cause they're from here (darnit anyway). But we sure as hell owe it to the citizenry to make sure they're denied the most fundamental of human rights... the right to freely love.
I'm sorry if this is a downer but I'm sick at heart for my country today. I fear where we're going and I feel so helpless... watching our common sense progress slip away.
I guess I should just be glad that G and her One True Love are already married... and no one... not even right wing governments... can take what they have away from them.
A poem
*I dream a tiny poem
May it serve as a house and an umbrella for you, of bed to sleep with whoever you want, trampoline to jump or not, a poem proof of promises and traps.
*I wish a poem as paper chain
May your rains undo it and your vapors write it again, with other words that name me before being deleted.
*Please, an invisible poem, so that no one but you reads it and no one but me will forget it.
*A poem like a painting by Picasso, like a coliseum made with matches, like a chickpea banquet in August, like a luxury shower in a basin.
*A poem without sideburns. A trapezoid poem, to jump without the anticipated defeat of a network. A strawberry ice cream poem from childhood, postcard from your terrace to hang it on any wall in the world inventing windows.
*A circular poem to kiss the back of your neck by surprise, or make faces behind you at the mirrors. A poem without bars, nor doors, nor lock; that is, a poem that is the opposite of a cage. A poem with the exact treasure map, who is missing only that little piece. A rope poem for you to skip, a poem that tastes like beer and me (and it may cost you 100 drunks to tell the difference).
*A spiritual poem written with each part of your body. A poem with walls and no roof. A poem without plans and with wings.
*A poem that reminds you of good times, a poet that makes you smile, a
firecracker
that explodes softly between your hands and cause less damage than nostalgia.
*A poem. Little thing.
*You don't need more to unleash springs in all the deserts.
Carlos Salem.
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Rüfüs Du Sol x Hans Zimmer _ Always x Time Tuuuuune!! ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
The writing's on the wall
There's nothing I could change or undo
But I will be there
Beside you when it rains
Beside you when it storms
Keeping you safe
So don't you ever lose your
Faith, trust that I will stay
I'll always be there
Faith, know that I have changed
I'm never leaving . . .
Ariel making sure I undo the patio door to let her in...well, she did sing beautifully! :-)
See below...
With the Election over, and with an obvious winner, my thoughts have been turning back to a time before I was born!
As history remembers another great Democrat Franklin D. Rosevelt and his policies which pulled the Nation back from the Depression which had gripped the Nation. The WPA was brought to a close and there was New Hope Throughout the land.
Will this newly Elected President Barack Obama, be able to turn this current economic mess around, and return America to the Hallowed place we once occupied in all the worlds hearts and minds as the forefront for Equal Rights for all, and undo all the detrimental trends and policies left over from the current and both parties past Administrations?
This Flickrer thinks he will be able to do it! We think He's got the right mindset, but will both parties work with him, in true bipartisanship? I Am, Always the Optimist ;>) ~Chuckles~!
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I can't unfeel your pain
I can't undo what's done
I can't send back the rain
But if I could I would
My love, my arms are open
So when you feel like you can't take another round of being broken
My arms are open
And when you're losing faith and every door around you keeps on closing
My arms are open
On my own, I'm only
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered, I pray we never undo
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your shoe, five legs
almost rowing it along. Who
would be upset
if you brushed off your arm,
undo those tiny
steps: what do they want,
you ask - unaware
that they breathe
Do they sleep? Do they
dream anything?..
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There are things in your life you have no control over. One of those is the past. You cannot undo it, change it, or rewrite it. Look only forward. You're eyes were put squarely on the front of your head to keep in focus what is most important... what is before you. 1/365
When I saw the Jason Wu Poppys, I was drawn to the brunette version and was lucky enough to win her. I love her soft makeup, which is a departure from the stronger makeup of this year's mainline and IFDC dolls. I'm not in any rush to undo her braided ponytail. I like her hair off her face. :)
I do believe this is the most intense stare I have ever received from a Grizzly Bear. Thankfully, I was standing right next to my truck with the door open!
The backstory to this photo is one that makes my blood boil. I was heading to the Teklanika River to take a hike, my wife and I would hike the river each spring and fall, before the tourist season and after. We would hike in at mile 30 of the Park Road at the campground that is closed off to camping when we went. This photo was taken at mile 29. I could see a bunch of vehicles bunched together and figured there was an animal by the road. As I got closer, I could see that the mass of cars were moving and in front of them was this sow and cub. Instead of giving the two bears room to act and be normal, they were litterally chasing the two down the road! The bears were in a fast trot and as you can see, the sow was not too happy. When the two got closer, I sat in my truck and watched them go by, followed by 10 vehicles still chasing them. I used a hand signal to stop them but was ignored. Fortunately, after the parade of gawkers passed, about a minute later I saw a Park Ranger heading towards me. I flagged her down and let her know what was happening and off she sped, hopefully putting an end to the harrassment.
As most people know, a mother species of any animal will protect their young at all costs. Putting undo stress on wildlife is just plain wrong. Denali National Park and Wilderness Preserve was set up to give wildlife a place to exist without interference from humans. Over the years, the harrassment of wildlife is non-stop. Animal Jams are the norm when there is wildlife near the road. Not just private vehicles either, Park busses will stop and block the road as well. When I go to the Park before and after tourist season, there isn't as many people and cars, but it still happens. When I go during tourist season, I always take a hiking bus in and get out and hike off the road just to rid myself of people. Okay, my rant is over.
Dedicated to the memory of my wife, Eddie Rose King. 1955-2025.
پیش از این در لب سیب
دست من شعله ور می شد.
پیش از این یعنی
روزگاری که انسان از اقوام یک شاخه بود.
سهراب سپهری
Magnificent oak trees dot the landscape in this area of Northern California. The twined and twisted tall, long branches, when autumnal bare, stretching into and scratching the surface of the air, the face of the sky are reminiscent of human's struggle, his strife for gain, in perpetual pursuit, and the agony that follows. It all sounds dark but it is only what life is for most of us, an attempt to reach, find, clasp, attach meaning, make truth, stare it in the eye, discard, and continue.
Sohrab Sepehri with his signature simple profundity wonders when the time comes to just eventually sit and leisurely undo the laces.
7040 -
While love seasons will undo your soul
Time forgives us and it takes control
We separate our things to put us back together
We're light as a feather
Heavy as the weather
If it was rainstorms
Put our hands together to plough obey
It's like a show was over
But we're too scared to walk away
All for the better
Worst for the way
We're light as a feather
Got you and I together
Meanwhile…
~Songwriters: Ryan Adams / Norah Jones~
Amsterdam
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“We were keeping our eye on 1984. When the year came and the prophecy didn't, thoughtful Americans sang softly in praise of themselves. The roots of liberal democracy had held. Wherever else the terror had happened, we, at least, had not been visited by Orwellian nightmares.
But we had forgotten that alongside Orwell's dark vision, there was another - slightly older, slightly less well known, equally chilling: Aldous Huxley's Brave New World. Contrary to common belief even among the educated, Huxley and Orwell did not prophesy the same thing. Orwell warns that we will be overcome by an externally imposed oppression. But in Huxley's vision, no Big Brother is required to deprive people of their autonomy, maturity and history. As he saw it, people will come to love their oppression, to adore the technologies that undo their capacities to think.
What Orwell feared were those who would ban books. What Huxley feared was that there would be no reason to ban a book, for there would be no one who wanted to read one. Orwell feared those who would deprive us of information. Huxley feared those who would give us so much that we would be reduced to passivity and egoism. Orwell feared that the truth would be concealed from us. Huxley feared the truth would be drowned in a sea of irrelevance. Orwell feared we would become a captive culture. Huxley feared we would become a trivial culture, preoccupied with some equivalent of the feelies, the orgy porgy, and the centrifugal bumblepuppy. As Huxley remarked in Brave New World Revisited, the civil libertarians and rationalists who are ever on the alert to oppose tyranny "failed to take into account man's almost infinite appetite for distractions." In 1984, Orwell added, people are controlled by inflicting pain. In Brave New World, they are controlled by inflicting pleasure. In short, Orwell feared that what we fear will ruin us. Huxley feared that what we desire will ruin us.
This book is about the possibility that Huxley, not Orwell, was right.”
― Neil Postman, Amusing Ourselves to Death: Public Discourse in the Age of Show Business
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Stands on the podium June 27th 2023 tall and proud 🏆
Looks around smiling mischievously left, right and center with hands on hips
Accepts kisses 💋 💋 and a French bottle of Champagne 🍷 from the hostesses, poses with a grin for a quick photo 📷
Undoes the wire cage, shakes the bottle, pops the cork in the crowds direction, sprays the judges, hostesses, contestants, media, front row admirers and fans 😇 😇
Tilts my head back and drinks from the bottle as the bubbles massage my face, champagne dribbles down my neck and all over torso
Wide eyed, raises my hands in the air fist pumping and declares yelling 'ITS PARTY TIME' w00t fucking w00t 🎉
'Ive got a bottle of Tequila Ive been saving for you'
Suicide is another thing entirely... It's a private act.
What is currently called "Suicide-Bombing" is an act of indiscriminate and brutal multiple murder murder MURDER MURDER... !!
..and people are supposed to be conned by accepting it as part of their ummm .... "belief System"? .... and be reverent about it?
O My.
How much "education" will it take to undo this twisted belief?
Should’ve been a better person
Wondering if it was worth it
I can’t undo the things I’ve done
Probably should’ve gone to church
Instead of sinning as I burst in flames
Am I too burnt to save?
Someone please put the fire out
Light that you fly free
that you bite the leaves full of sap
the green leaves that turn brown
and creak
they tear and undo
Light that spreads the defects that the brushes of the wind blow in his outburst
Light that projects more and more until it's just a memory
a reflection
on water and stone
a stroke in the air a loose verse.
By Eva Rodriguez Minguez.
Luz que vuelas libre
que muerdes las hojas llenas de savia
las verdes hojas que se amarronan
y crujen
se desgarran
y deshacen
Luz que esparces los defectos
que soplan los pinceles del viento
en su arrebato
Luz que se proyecta más y más
hasta ser sólo un recuerdo
un reflejo
sobre el agua y la piedra
un trazo al aire
un verso suelto.
De Eva Rodríguez Minguez.
7.62x39mm SBR.
There is a possibility that I might be doing 0.6 a shit ton, because whenever I go to 0.7, it seems to put on some ctrl lock that I cannot undo without restarting my computer. Until I figure out how to fix that shit, I will be doing 0.6.
He stood at the edge of the dock, the boards beneath him damp with mist and memory. The sea stretched out like a forgotten canvas, gray and endless, swallowing the horizon. Somewhere beyond the fog, a sailboat drifted-silent, untethered, like the promises he’d made and failed to keep. The lighthouse blinked slowly, a pulse in the distance, steady and patient, as if it had been waiting for him to look up. He hadn’t come for the view. He’d come to face the silence.
He used to have a compass-not in his hand, but in his heart. A sense of who he was, what he stood for, how to love without faltering. But somewhere along the way, he’d lost it. Not in a single moment, but in a thousand small ones: missed chances, careless words, the slow erosion of integrity. He hadn’t just lost his way. He’d failed to live up to the man he swore he’d be. And in doing so, he’d failed her-the one person who saw him clearly, who believed in him even when he didn’t.
The wind tugged at his coat, as if urging him to turn back, but the dock was the last place he remembered feeling honest. He came here hoping the sea might forgive him, might carry his apology across the waves. And then, through the fog, the sailboat shifted-its sail catching a sliver of light. The lighthouse blinked again, brighter this time. Not a warning, but a welcome. A way forward. A whisper: You’re not beyond redemption.
And in that moment, something stirred. Not absolution, but the possibility of it. A warmth in the chest, a quiet resolve. Maybe he couldn’t undo the past, but he could choose the next step. He took a breath, deep and briny, and stepped forward-not away from the shadows, but into them. Because sometimes, the light finds you not when you deserve it, but when you’re finally ready to earn it.
What will undo any boundary is the awareness that it is our vision, and not what we are viewing, that is limited. -James P. Carse
My forever and my end
My forgiveness and my sin
I have sacrificed the most of my youth
Is it treason? Is it true?
That the worst I won't undo
Only enemy I have in love is you
Well, you're no angel
I never asked you to be
You're my danger 'cause that's just what I need
But it still hurts me
Well, sometimes I wonder what is the meaning of my life
I found the price of love and lost my mind
Oh, I will forgive them all of my wrongs and my rights
I'd do it all again and won't think twice, no
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Blood on face - Not Found - Seok Blood @ LEVEL
Phone and cigarette pack - rvn - on my way
You should know that there is something worse than hate and that is unlove.
Because hate is anger over something lost, hate is passion, hate is misguided, it's caring for the wrong things but it is still caring.
But unlove, unlove is to unkiss, to unremember, to unhold, to undream, to undo everything that ever was and leave smooth stone behind in its wake.
No fire.
No fury.
Just, nothing.
And that is worse than hate.
i wish if nothing else, it were the former and not the latter
We walk through the maze of life
Finding that what you don’t say condemns you
And what you do say can crucify you
As you found out when you rushed to a fatal finish
What was a divine duty
Other’s saw as fanaticism
Quick to point fingers
Raging like a sickness
There was no end to this
But you were always certain
Of that beacon in your mind
You clung onto it like a gold mine
Except this offered no earthly pleasures
Just grime and dirt
Dried blood and hurt
You could not let anybody close
It might become a fatal dose
That undoes you before the end
For god’s sake don’t let feelings in
Don't unravel
Don’t unbend
That would be the real sin
Save your twisting for the final show
Nailed to a different rack
Solid wood at your back
You are not yourself anymore
It is your heart that has become sore
Keep the end goal firmly in sight
Stick to the plan
You will be alright
There’s something else that’s waiting
Something that’s worth all this toil
Where shame doesn’t figure anymore
And love has no price
It goes in circles here on earth
Evil rises once more to give birth
But nothing lasts forever
Call it a learning curve
Earth was always the Devil’s playground
It’s up to you to see how much you are worth
Pearls before swine goes the old saying
Because treasure is always hidden
Real pearls are at the bottom of the seabed
You have to search them out
Here amongst you
You know it
Really know it
Do it before you are dead
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Sometimes we try to exert too much control over our creative lives and I have certainly been guilty of that in the past. But when that has formed part of your career path and it has been necessary to pay the bills it is difficult to let that go.
Or you have to follow trends to keep up with the Jones’s to present a front and not upset anybody, or when points mean prizes, involving an inflated ego and that boost of self-confidence.
Some recent events in my life placed me squarely back into a situation that I did not want to find myself in again. But another event involving some physical damage to my home, although distressing, acted as a sort of catalyst and it meant I had no control whatsoever.
In a weird way it was sort of liberating and I decided to apply that to my creative output. Which is why the poem above is miles long…
Normally I would have trimmed this down a bit and shortened it because I am aware it might not hold people’s attention for that long to finish reading it, especially on Flickr. No disrespect to anybody but I am sure only dedicated followers would manfully carry on.
The same goes for my images. I am going to load up what I like, and how I like.
None of this means that I don’t care about it, I do, deeply. But I just feel that I have been too nervous about it up until now and what people might think about it. But I realised this work I am doing is about me, just as much as it is about sharing it. It is about how I tick, what inspires me and about the things I experience.
So for the ‘Jack Kerouac’ experience, please carry on and read the poem!
This is how I write; this is how it comes out from my weird brain. It spills out in a torrent of words and I have to race to keep up, trying to write it down. I may have been thinking about something as I look at my image, or I am recalling what I felt when I was taking the shot. Either way, this is it in its raw state this time.
I read it through…and felt that actually, I didn’t want to trim it down.
The emotion just builds and I think you can feel it.
I hope you can get something from it or benefit from it in some way.
Enjoy.
The image was taken in Sussex, UK, near the village of Wilmington, when I visited my most favourite of places; standing there communing with The Christ Tree. You can find other works in this series in my Christ Tree Album.
And the music below is by Asha, who I listen to when I need to spend some time to think through a few things. This song is called “Sacramental Song”.
And if you would like to see more of my work, have a look at my website at:
It was a fabulous night to be embraced by the Dancers as they coloured the night sky in their fabulous flowing forms. No minute the same as the last as the light ripples and rounds reaching out and pulling back returning in new hue and a replenished splendour. Above the sight, within the brain lifting and the heart following the dance and below the frame of the canvas holding everything both seen and unseen all together in every moment brilliant bright and shadowed night thrilling the soul and joy available at each precise instance and every such sought and unsought experience. Please note this feeling of the awesome character of the Dancing Aurora Borealis is not universally found.
Q. Why did the Aurora Photographer cross the road?
A. To follow the dance through the Constellations of coarse.
It needs work...
These pictures taken with Minolta16mm f2.8 Fisheye lens, Lightroom and other recognition software believes that it is SAL16F28 a Sony 16mm f2.8 Fisheye lens. There are no lens profile adjustments made to the images. Just as I do not make adjustments to the images to be treated as taken by a Sony Lens I do not try to find out how to undo any incorrect attribution. The two lenses could be very similar even near identical, all I know is that this wonder is from Minolta. This description is way too long, is it oft stated if I had more time then I would send better in fewer words?
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I am strong in his hands
I am beyond me
On my own I'm human
And I do faults
I do confess
I feel you trickling
Down my shoulders
From above
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
I turn myself in
I give myself up
Volunteer
You own me : I'm yours
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
You have to trust it
I'm eternally yours
All that I gave them
I gave to you
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
So needy of comfort
But too raw to be embraced
Undo this privacy
And put me in my place
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
Generous palm stroke
The hugest of hugs
Undo this privacy
Embrace
Embrace me
Embrace me
Embrace me
Eeeeeemmmmm
Mmm mmm mmm mmm
I am strong in his hands
I am above
Way beyond me
I, con
She's strong in his hands
She is beyond her
On her own she is human
And she does faults
Rüfüs Du Sol x Hans Zimmer | Always x Time Tuuuuune!! ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬
The writing's on the wall
There's nothing I could change or undo
But I will be there
Beside you when it rains
Beside you when it storms
Keeping you safe . . .
"There is something so special in the early leaves drifting from the trees–as if we are all to be allowed a chance to peel, to refresh, to start again."
The beauty of life is, while we cannot undo what is done, we can see it, understand it, learn from it and change.
So that every new moment is spent not in regret, guilt, fear or anger, but in wisdom, understanding and love. (Jennifer Edwards)
"In drear-nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne'er remember
Their green felicity:
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them;
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime."
- John Keats
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By popular demand, here’s the same image as my Mono Monday entry, “Misty Mountains”, but without color editing, for “True Color Tuesday”.
Always seems odd to me that when I use autoexposure on an iPhone, and then automatic post-processing in Photos, a lot of sliders move significantly, and by similar amounts for all photos. If Apple knows what it wants iPhone photos to look like, why doesn’t it just apply these presets in the first place?
Here I’ve turned off Saturation and Vibrance changes, as well as Exposure and Black Point, which were negligible anyway. Highlights are damped, Shadows lifted, overall Brightness increased. Also “Brilliance”, which adds some pop by increasing brightness locally. I’ve turned off the automatic Contrast adjustment, which here seemed only to undo the Shadow enhancement.
Interesting to see the strong blue cast in the cloud shadow on the mountain.
Happy True Color Tuesday!
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Destiny made her way and found you in a room
They told me, they told me
To undo the rule of mind and body
Nature laughed away as their voices grew
They told me, they told me
"Clean out the room and bury the body"
But I know you with a heartbeat
So how does the night feel?
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
But now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
But now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
"I haven't walked for days though I wanted to"
You told me, you told me
"For with every move the feeling follows"
"In nature's empty face, I am of little use"
You told me, you told me
"I'm just another fool for the earth to swallow"
But the road through most will lead you back
And I will be with you
For the road of your mind will eat you up
On your island of doom
Where the voices all have gathered up
To a choir of fools
But I know my mind will reach you there
And I will be with you
Oh, I know you with a heartbeat
So how does the night feel?
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
And now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
And now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone
Ooh, why'd you wake me up today?
Ooh, why'd you wake me up today?
Ooh, when the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
Ooh, when the lights fade out
When the lights fade out
Ooh, when the lights fade out
Mm
One, two, three (Mm), four, five
Agnes Obel - Island Of Doom
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I've been a walkin' heartache
I've made a mess of me
The person that I've been lately
Ain't who I wanna be
But you stay here right beside me
And watch as the storm blows through
And I need you
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
Gave me you
There's more here than what we're seein'
A divine conspiracy
That you, an angel lovely
Could somehow fall for me
You'll always be love's great martyr
And I'll be the flattered fool
And I need you
Yeah!
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you
Half of what I could be
I can't do without you
We are stitched together
And what love has tethered
I pray we never undo
'Cause God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
God gave me you for the ups and downs
God gave me you for the days of doubt
And for when I think I lost my way
There are no words here left to say, it's true
God gave me you, gave me you
He gave me you