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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
A young lone male lion slumbers peacefully in a tree on the Serengeti. It looks like he had a few battle wounds, but seemed to be doing well. It's likely that he recently was expelled from his own pride, in order to move on to potentially another. While the females remain with the natal pride, the males do not, and this helps prevent inbreeding. On WORLD LION DAY, let's band together to increase protections for these magnificent animals.
Sometimes I wish I would just say No. I'm not sure if thats a No to over-indulgence and sleepless Friday nights, or No to backing up the next day still wounded, sleepless and feeling generally ratshit, to paint a piece. Painted with the homies Maim, Adlib and Roger.
Yesterday's post was indeed an elastic band which I found discarded on the desk. It had rolled itself into that very convenient shape. Do you know what this is? Perhaps the icon will tell you. The texture is by Weisimel and called wooden wounds.
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I hope your Sunday is a happy one. I will be buried in words again but I am getting there.
Leica M6TTL | Leica Summarit 35 mm | Ilford HP5+ 400 @ 250
Negative Lab Pro v2.2.0 | Color Model: B+W | Pre-Sat: 3 | Tone Profile: LAB - Standard | WB: None | LUT: None
I suppose that we each carry around with us one or two old wounds that just never seem to heal over completely...
Portland Head Light, is an historic lighthouse in Cape Elizabeth, Maine. The light station sits on a head of land at the entrance of the primary shipping channel into Portland Harbor, which is within Casco Bay in the Gulf of Maine. Completed in 1791, it is the oldest lighthouse in the state of Maine.
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Photographed about 7AM on a cold Sunday morning, lacking good winter gear. Clouds wound up working well, looking S/SE toward sunrise. I can see why so many want to photograph this place.
Twist of fate won't give me a break,
and myself I'm slow and tired.
I've got to rise with these bloodshot eyes,
but I keep falling when I'm higher.
Help me Jesus help me clean my wounds.
He said he cannot heal that kind.
Bleeding soul becomes a bitter mind.
He said it happens every time.
- Corrosion of Conformity
When we were checking into a guest house in Sanzhi, New Taipei City, I went for a quick snoop around the garden. As I neared a pond, I heard a frog bleating and realised there was probably a snake hunting in there somewhere. A checkered keelback had a Gunther's frog (Sylvirana guentheri) by the rear end and was trying to subdue it, although the frog looked much bigger than the snakes mouth. I ran off and grabbed my camera, but as soon as i pointed it at the snake, it released the frog and shot off across the pond, leaving the victim with a very sore backside.
I am over here with some amazing film photographers.
Took a walk with Mamiya and a roll of Reala. It really is my favorite film.
Mamaiya 645
Fuji Reala
21:365
I was bored in my house and so I took a whole roll of film using this old novel as a prop so you'll see those uploaded soon :)
On the bank of a river, a medic takes care of a wounded soldier who has suffered head trauma, and a shrapnel wound to the torso.