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Happy Window Wednesday (HWW)
Stack of two images, one focused on the flower, and the other focused on the reflection within the droplet.
Weeping Window is a cascade comprising several thousand handmade ceramic poppies seen pouring from a high window to the ground below . This breathtaking sculpture by artist Paul Cummins and designer Tom Piper was initially conceived as one of the key dramatic sculptural elements in the installation ' Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red ' at the Tower of London in the autumn of 2014. Over the course of their time at the Tower, this sculpture and its companion , entitled ' Wave ' were gradually surrounded by a vast field of ceramic poppies, each one planted by a volunteer in memory of the life of a British and Colonial soldier lost during the First World War. In their original setting they captured the public imagination and were visited by over five million people.
"To see a window in your dream signifies bright hopes, vast possibilities and insight. To dream that you are looking out the window signifies your outlook on life, your consciousness and your point of view. If you are looking in the window, then it indicates that you are doing some soul searching and looking within yourself"
-from the dream dictionary
These windows are part of an empty historic home preserved in Millbrook Village, New Jersey.
I was flipping through some photos from a trip to Bordeaux last year and this distorted window reflection seemed to be looking at me!!
The window in my bedroom. I hardly ever open my blinds - I'm kind of a vampire. I should do it more often though, sunlight does wonders for your mood.
Bodie, CA. June 2015
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I had some good and scary times in this little town named Bodie.
Pleasant walks in its desert streets made of dust.
Quiet moment feeling the warm air from the meadows around.
I really love this place. I mean really. But also, I have some mixed feelings about this place.
I shivered too in the streets of this nowhere town, thinking about the death blow that haunts this place... Or I'd rather say, The madness who crawls like a disease through the building of this old city.
From one day to another they came and they left for one thing gold...
Fools gold..
So many different names for it today...
But a same effect.
The one that turns masses into blind sheeps, the one that beats down the need for the celebration of the vain want.
They didn't know what they want but they knew how to get it.
Windows like mirrors...
But you don't see who you are.
Windows like screen..
BUt you won't see the truth.
Just ghosts on the both side of the same world...
Poor Bodie, Even your Curse sounds too material...
When you don't believe in Gold.
Anyway I love you Bodie...
Holga Lens - 60mm - f/8