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Been watching this one hanging out at my feeders and water. Has a bad chest wound but seems to be doing ok.
I've always been fascinated by the complex winding on balls of string and twine. For the Looking Close... On Friday group, topic: White.
This glorious cab signal equipped SD40-2 leader was wounded but still slugging away as it made it's way east through Cove on the head end of loaded ethanol train 64E just seconds after the late November sun rose over the ridge tops.
The 4th unit, a CSX motor, would be put online at the Harrisburg Fuel Pad to help the train continue on, though the ex-Conrail work horse would keep it's leader status as it continued east out of the Capital City.
Although not obvious in this frosty winter shot, this extensively broken tree still manages to survive. The natural world can be cruel at times but it never fails to amaze and astound me.
On the seventh day, I am again alone and happy with my love. Surrounded by the noise and fury that makes no sense. I have turned off the television, pushed away the newspapers and put my books back in my hands, which authors have written very slowly, very carefully, in their solitude. The devil's screams have made me different, more attentive to the music of life, more desperate, more resilient and more loving. This is what the devil probably hates. He hates to be torn apart himself, he who separates us. And he left : my life is a drama, not a tragedy.
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Last picture from the exhibition 2/24 at The carbone Studio
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Milena Carbone's art studio
Novels - art photography - dance performance
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Macro Mondays theme: Musical Instrument
A picture of an acoustic guitar’s string post with the string neatly wound around it. The background features a soft bokeh effect, creating a gentle contrast that draws attention to the hardware. The image focuses on the functional detail of the instrument while capturing a quiet, atmospheric moment.
The picture is well within the 3” guideline.
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Hosea 6:1“Come, let us return to the LORD; even though he has torn us, he will heal us. Even though he has wounded us, he will bind our wounds.”
Blight Nightlight (32) the Alchemist plague doctor rushes to the aid of Onix Ebonlight (22) the war priest of the Sun Queen when he is wounded in battle by mechanically augmented beings.
Here's a 14 shot hand-held panoramic photo. I ended up cropping this image into the 16:8 format after creating the pano. I ended up overlapping each image more than I normally would just to be certain I didn't get any crazy distortion (which sometimes happens with these panoramic photos when I shoot them handheld). Take a look at the original size (42.5 MB). Check out that lava dome in the crater.
Mount St. Helens, WA
This ram has a wounded back leg. As he was on a small island in the Zambezi river, we guessed that he might have been attacked by a crocodile while passing over.
His survival chances seem to be good as long as he stays on the island as the predators most likely will not appear on this island.
Picture taken from boat
This one's for all the monotone lovers :-D
I had such a completely different idea for this....I shot it as a little red riding hood shot, believe it or not. I thought everything had gone so well. I thought it had worked out just as I had planned. And I guess it did...except that it wasn't as great as i thought it would be. Something was just missing. I did about 5 different edits and nothing felt right. I sat on this image for a while. I didn't want to look at it.
Then, after yesterdays picture, I had an idea to layer in clouds as smoke or fog. It was just what I needed to push past the editing block. I went in a direction I had never intended, and I was finally happy. This new year is about pushing myself and trying new things, even when I have no faith in the outcome.
I am going to do that today. I drew up 2 sketches of what I wanted to shoot today, 2 versions of the same thing. I've decided to shoot the one that I find more interesting and also more challenging. I might come home with nothing, but then again, even when a photo doesn't work out, I don't come home with "nothing"....I've learned a lesson, which is often better than any image that I could have come home with.
Model: Christopher John Hills V
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"Wounded Landscape | New Lakeland" is a joint project with my wife Gundula Walz , in which we discover and interpret the exciting landscape transformation in the Lusatian area in the south of Brandenburg, Germany. In this area disused open-cast mines are beeing flooded to make the largest artificial lakeland in Europe. Our first visit to Lusatia was now already six years ago. Now we visited the area again. Although the artificial lakes of Lusatia are the result of the redevelopment of a landscape deeply wounded by open-cast lignite mining, one cannot escape their minimalist aesthetics.
This image was taken at the completely flooded Lake Sedlitz. No people around, absolute silence in a wide and empty artificial landscape. There was no wind. The lake was like a mirror under very bright diffuse light. The mood was totally unreal.
Happy Halloween everybody
From just finished live stream
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Head : Catwa Hanako
Skin : Session Ling with Session Body Applier
Hair : Tram H608
Costume : AdN Bloody Nurse
Appliers : Izzie's Blood and Wounds
Scissors : Madpea Bloody Scissors
Location : Studio Work
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i remember laying there thinking, there are band-aids on my legs. like a child, like a little girl who scraped her knee, there are band-aids on my legs. but i didn't fall and scrape my knee, not this time. I was laying there, thinking of the juxtaposing pieces of the moment.
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Heridas que fracturan, que rompen, que tumban....en el camino de Ordesa. En escala de grises dejando color en hojas y tronco.
Wounds that fracture, that break, that knock down....on the road to Ordesa. In grayscale leaving color in leaves and trunk.
The Wounded Thorn
Y Draenllwyn
Hawthorn tree, lush and stately,
Gentle llatai, lorn, laudatory,
Wrapped in bark and greenly clad,
Armed with spears, my Covert Lad,
Ever-changing in your guise,
Loved of God, of manly size!
In May, a fleeting wonder grows:
Wearing precious summer snows,
Your branches bow, each serried
With an army thorned, then berried.
From your foe a warlike blow
Has wedged deep: a cleft of woe:
Not half of you – not a third –
Remains to shelter beast or bird.
Star-Cherry, my living charm,
He cleaved your legs, meaning harm
To heartwood, bole, branch and leaf.
Say, Foam-Flower, who brought you grief?
“I am weak. I creak and sigh.
He came to me – I don’t know why –
A wretched churl, axe-wielding fool,
Just yesterday. The blade cruel:
An axe with shaft of apple-wood.
He came to wound me where I stood
And spill my gems, shake my top,
In hopes my very crown to drop.”
Such coral beads I have seen:
Jewels to crown an English queen!
Stand still, Soldier. By my verse
I’ll win justice. Mortal curse:
The churl shall hang, a grave his bed;
By this song he’ll swing, dog-dead.
Source material: Attributed to Dafydd ap Gwilym, paraphrased by Giles Watson. Whilst it has been acknowledged that the poem is in a fourteenth century style, modern critics have suggested that it is not skilful enough to retain a definite place in the Dafydd ap Gwilym canon. The theme of the churlish love-rival (usually named Eiddig) who is also an over-enthusiastic hedge-cutter is, however, a favourite of Dafydd’s, and is further evidence of the eternal relevance of his concerns. The choice of a tree as a llatai is also intriguing, since for obvious reasons, most of Dafydd’s love messengers are highly mobile. Perhaps the tree was an appointed place for leaving hidden letters. A particularly charming feature of the poem is the gradual accumulation of the poet’s affectionate nicknames for the tree, emphasising the fact that he knew it as an individual. The Hawthorn tree has snow-white blossoms in May, which are succeeded in the autumn by coral-coloured berries. In the right light, these are indeed jewel-like in appearance, and Dafydd’s original makes an ironic comparison between the beauty of the berries and the jewels available – to those who could afford them – in an Englishman’s shop. There is a bitterness to this line which is lost on modern audiences (Dafydd is thinking of the fact that after the Edwardian settlement of 1284, English settlers had the monopoly on urban trade), so I have replaced it with the more obvious, and equally ironic reference to “an English queen”. Poets were more highly respected in mediaeval Celtic cultures than they are in our own, and it was believed that a poet’s satires literally had the power to kill. As a result, the final lines of the poem can be seen as rather more than a mere expression of impotent rage. By coincidence, on the day I paraphrased this poem, I walked to a favourite patch of woodland, thick with gigantic ash trees and poplars, only to discover that every tree had been chain-sawed to the ground. My own rage may indeed be impotent, but I must confess that I shared Dafydd’s feelings exactly.