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This beautiful bud sadly already wounded by the elements.
Looks like painting to me yet NO manipulation!
"It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree.
The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar-tissue and the pain lessens.
But it is never gone."
quote by Rose Fitzgerald Kennedy
A week of ROSES from our garden… vibrant, a rich unusual red, and they smell heavenly, the rich fragrance of Summer fruits!
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A clay beastie made at school by my son about 30 years ago.
Taken with an E. Ludwig Meritar 50mm f2.9 with Raynox 150 macro attachment, wide open, uncropped.
Day 1 of Pentax Forum's Daily in December 2022 (Bokehcember) challenge.
Blogged: myfashionistaheart.blogspot.com/2017/04/sweetest-wounds.html
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In his wonderful and diminutive Douglas A-4C Skyhawk, Pilot Paul Wood makes a superb topside pass during the 2017 NAS Pensacola Airshow
Aka 'The Scooter' this Skyhawk was so small it didn't need any folding wings as in other carrier-borne aircraft and wears former US Navy marks of BuAerNo. 148609/NP685 from Attack Squadron VA-76 when aboard the USS Bon Homme Richard
She now flies with The Warbird Heritage Foundation on the US civilian FAA register as N49WH and is seen here at the start of Pensacola's Evening Airshow - cleaned up and wound up with the power on in the rapidly depleting light
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Explored November 3 - #136 when I saw it.
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Ah, the music of the spheres, the old Jew quipped,
plowing his walker down the pawnshop counter.
Whatever, I nod, and cradle
the beautifully scarred mandolin in my open palms -
rutted ebony fingerboard,
caramel-grained face of rusty spruce,
two strings missing, bridge cracked.
Torture, I thought, teaching myself
to play this thing,
then pondered all the other agonies
it must have endured -
the lovers wooed and lost, the bottles dodged
in barroom discourses,
loneliness of widowers on their porches at night,
their hard music rising in starlight.
- David Bottoms
(excerpt: O MANDOLIN, O MAGNUM MYSTERIUM)
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Texture by Angelique (Liek)
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Like old bones, my beloved mandolin has succumbed to fluctuating
temperatures and the rigors of time.
Its last owner had kept it stowed in a cupboard for decades, long
after her Italian lover's spirit had returned to Napoli. In due course
she was able to relinquish this physical remnant of her past, and
so it seemed destined to become an important part of mine.
Old instruments are redolent with memories and experience.
Perhaps that is why they sing so hauntingly.
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It's like I woke up from a nightmare
It's like I woke up from a nightmare
It's like I woke up from a nightmare
Because I finally got away from you
And I ain't ever going back there
If it's the last thing I ever do
But now it's R-I-P
Because it's over and you're dead to me
You're just a memory
That I can't break
But I can shake the ghost that you left behind
Riddle me this
When is it you decided to turn into a bitch
We used to be lower than down
Anybody that knew us would admit
Then you suddenly switched
(yeah you suddenly switched)
In all of my years, I never seen someone corrupted so quick
Lately I'm feelin like I'm being haunted by all of these
Demons that i got inside of me
Deep in my arteries
Don't even know the reason or pathology
Fuck it it I feel like I'm ready to blow up, I'm ready to blow up
And call it a wrap
(Call it a wrap)
You can have all my shit, if it means that I see you
I don't want it back
It's like I woke up from nightmare
Because I finally got away from you
And I ain't ever going back there
If it's the last thing I ever do
(like fuck that)
But now its R-I-P
Because it's over and you're dead to me
You're just a memory
That I can't break
No I can't shake, the ghost that you left behind
But now its R-I-P
Because its over and you're dead to me
You're just a memory
That I can't - break
No I can't shake, the ghost that you left behind
I'm in the deep end, I think I'm sinking
And Ive been suffocating, struggling just to breathe in
I feel like i been tryna get away forever now
I'm just tryna run away and go whever now
Fuck em, I dont hear you
You in my rear view
Catch the exhaust up out my vehicle (skrrr)
I feel like ive been waitin' for this day forever now
And that wherever you may be I hope you're never found
This is a recent image in my "Remnants of Past" series, which is pre-occupied with recreating childhood dreams and memories with my daughter as my muse.
I am desperately trying to finish this series because if I do, I will probably have a solo show at a local gallery. I just don't feel "done" yet (maybe I will never truly be done?) and I am not in a big hurry. Well, it just can't be rushed.
I purchased the dress for very cheap on eBay -- I think it is a flower girl dress. I had it in my closet for years since it was so big, but it finally fits! And I found the cool feathers at a craft shop in NYC.
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I hadn't noticed, quite a few years ago, when this shot was taken, that this Australian Fur Seal has a good reason to be a bit snappy. It appears to have a number of wounds on its neck and shoulder. My first thought was "shark", but the cuts seem to be equally spaced out, so I suppose a boat propeller could be to blame.
When you've relaxed so much your film doesn't wind tightly onto the spool...
Holga + Lomography Color 400.
The third part of my final major project triptych
Edit: I am no longer including this image in my final piece, I felt it gave too much away
Model: Ailsa Northwood
Hair: Heidi Smith