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Every shot is a small poem without words. Here, I capture fleeting moments that speak louder than any language.
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📷: Nikon Z6ii, Olympus OM-D E-M1 II, Ricoh GRiiiX
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She settles into the moment as if it has been waiting for her all along.
The bed holds her with an ease that mirrors her own, while light drapes across her form in unspoken agreement. An arm supports her thought, a shoulder opens naturally, and her gaze meets the room with calm certainty. Nothing reaches beyond itself here; everything rests exactly where it should.
This is not invitation.
It is arrival.
Radiance becomes something stable in this frame—unfussed, unperformed, simply present. What glows is confidence softened by comfort, a warmth that does not seek attention because it already owns the space it occupies.
Some suns do not wander.
They settle, knowing they are home.
Inside the castle
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নীল দিগন্তে ওই ফুলের আগুন লাগল,
বসন্তে সৌরভের শিখা জাগল ।।
আকাশের লাগে ধাঁধা
রবির আলো ওই কি বাঁধা ।
বুঝি ধরার কাছে আপনাকে সে মাগল,
শর্ষেক্ষেতে ফুল হয়ে তাই জাগল ।।
Week One Project One
Susan Tuttle's Visual Poetry Class
Vintage/Retro Technique 1
Clucker captured in Anderson Valley, CA.
Rather than tone down the greens, I enhanced them a bit, and also enhanced the red a little to make the paint and rust stand out more.
Also used Retro Technique 3 - Rounded Corners
There is a story behind every page.
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as by "Wharton Hood".
[Victoria], Fingerprinting Inkoperated, [31] july 1991. 55 copies issued as Finger Mail 7.
5-3/4 x 3-15/16, light blue manila card postcard printed blue rubberstamp & fingerprint verso only with white xerographic bond laminate recto printed 4-colour process photocopy.
She meets the moment with a quiet, knowing curve of her lips.
The bed becomes a soft horizon beneath her, sheets gathering light as if eager to keep it close. Her body rests easily, unhurried, while her eyes hold a spark that suggests she is entirely aware of herself—and amused by the attention without being shaped by it. Nothing here is claimed; everything is chosen.
This is not invitation.
It is confidence at ease.
Warmth settles where laughter almost lives, tracing comfort rather than urgency. What radiates is familiarity—the kind that comes from being fully at home in one’s own presence, where beauty no longer needs ceremony.
Some suns do not dazzle.
They smile and stay.
See USA poet/artist Dan Waber screen his still & animated visual poetry images.
Dan Waber is a Kingston, Pennsylvania visual poet, publisher, and multimedia artist whose work appears on college-level hypermedia syllabi around the world. He has pieces in the Electronic Literature Collection, Vol. 1, the textbook The Art of English, and is a featured guest at vispo.com. He is also the publisher of the "this is visual poetry" series of full-color chapbooks, and a series of visual poetry posters. He writes a regular column on visual poetry for the e-issues of Rattle magazine, and will be talking about poetry off the page at the AWP conference in Chicago in February, and at the University of Arizona in May. He is passionate about what he does and loves to share his enthusiasm with others. The hub of the online portion of his activities is logolalia.com.
Seating begins at 7:30pm
Presentation at 8:00pm
Admission for this special event is free.
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Thomas Lowe Taylor, B.B.Grimm, John M Bennett, C Mehrl Bennett - The centerpiece is digital image of a construction I made back in the late 80's.
📷: Nikon Z6ii, Olympus OM-D E-M1 II, Ricoh GRiiiX
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by jwcurry.
one-off test stencilprint made for an exhibition of extralinear poetry curated by bill bissett & Hart Broudy for the Secret Handshake Gallery in Toronto this fall
She opens herself to the air as if it has something to say.
Color sharpens here—cool surroundings answering the heat in her skin, a quiet contrast that makes her glow feel intentional. Her head tilts back, hair caught mid-motion, and the moment stretches between breath taken and breath released. Nothing about her posture asks for permission; it simply follows the path of feeling.
This is not display.
It is response.
The light climbs her body and gathers at her throat and jaw, where awareness turns skyward. She does not chase the warmth; she lets it come to her, knowing it always does. What radiates here is vitality—alive, alert, uncontained.
A sun does not always rest.
Sometimes it rises through her.
A digital painting. My own technique, no commercial program.
View large for best realization of pushed and tweaked painterly texture effect. Subject is a two-nearly-three-year old who loves interacting with Ma Nature... experiencing incredible lightness of being.
She lies turned toward herself, unhurried and complete.
The sheets cradle her with a softness that feels earned, while light drifts across her back and shoulder like a familiar hand. Her gaze is calm, neither inviting nor distant—simply aware. Inked color blooms quietly against skin, a memory held close, while lace marks the place where choice lives.
Nothing presses forward here.
Nothing slips away.
Radiance becomes something quieter in this posture—an afterglow that lingers once the sun has decided it can trust the moment. She remains, composed and present, letting warmth do what it does best: stay.
Some light does not chase the day.
It waits with her.
Les couleurs précèdent le jour,
comme si le ciel écrivait un poème
avant de laisser parler la lumière.
#Girona 15-09-2025
Una calle que asciende como un suspiro. Piedras que guardan historias, balcones que miran en silencio, y una luz que se filtra entre las hojas como si quisiera acariciar el momento. Esta imagen no busca capturar el tiempo, sino invitar a detenerse en él.
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She looks directly into the warmth without flinching.
There is no softness borrowed here, no gesture meant to soften the impact. Her gaze is steady, unmistakably awake, carrying the calm authority of someone who has already made peace with being seen. Brick and depth fall away behind her; what remains is a face that does not ask for interpretation.
This is not invitation.
It is recognition.
The light does not shape her expression — it confirms it. Color gathers at her lips and eyes like punctuation, precise and intentional, marking the quiet power of restraint. What radiates here is certainty, the kind that needs no motion to be felt.
Some suns do not rise or rest.
They meet you exactly where you stand.
*today it's Women's Day here, so happy women's day for all wonderful flickr girls :) anyway wonderful day for all of you
She rests with her cheek against her own becoming.
The world narrows here—brick dissolving into texture, the bed into quiet support—until only skin, breath, and thought remain. Her gaze drifts sideways, unhurried, carrying the calm of someone who no longer needs to face the light directly to feel it. Color lingers in small, deliberate places: lips, ink, memory.
This is not sleep.
It is peace.
Warmth settles gently along her shoulder and arm, content to stay where it is allowed. What radiates is not desire reaching outward, but a softness turned inward—a private glow that exists whether or not it is noticed.
Some light does not shine.
It rests beside her and breathes.