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“Learning became her.
She loved the smell of the book from the shelves, the type on the pages, the sense that the world was an infinite but knowable place.
Every fact she learned seemed to open another question, and for every question there was another book.”
— Robert Goolrick
This a portrait of one of the locals..his face tells a lot of stories and the war he has seen.
A business trip to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam made me realized how much I missed shooting travel and streets.
Gearing away from my comfort zone of shooting landscapes, I try to wander the busy streets of Ho Chi Minh.
These are my capture of Ho Chi Minh with side trips at Cu Chi and Mekong Delta.
This infrared shot was taken in a rubber tree farm on the way to Cu Chi tunnel.
A business trip to Ho Chi Minh City in Vietnam made me realized how much I missed shooting travel and streets.
Gearing away from my comfort zone of shooting landscapes, I try to wander the busy streets of Ho Chi Minh.
These are my capture of Ho Chi Minh with side trips at Cu Chi and Mekong Delta.
Painting the city #Street_photography #ig_streetphotography #gf_streets #Fromstreetswithlove #everybodystreet #Lausanne #mylausanne #myvaud #igersvaud #switzerlandwonderland #switzerlandpictures #switzerland #constructionsite #living_europe #chasinglight #lightchaser #lrinstagram
Project 365
Thursday • June 10, 2010
We were so busy last Thursday, I didn't even take one photo! Rachel really wanted to see photos from Jackie's trip to Belize and we came across this one! I can't believe I haven't done anything with their trip photos! And there are so many good ones! Bad Mom! So today, I am working on them so I can create a photobook.
As you can see, Jackie is also creative with the camera! She has a great eye! This photo blows me away! She said that every single day, there was an awesome sunrise & sunset. So wish I could've been there with her!
Photo: By Jackie
Editing: By me: all I had to do was a bit of noise reduction and straighten the horizon line
Late day wild capture of a visiting snowy owl to the Jersey Shore.
Photographed at Edwin B. Forsythe National Wildlife Refuge - Holgate.
01.02.2016
Simple one this week as I've been super busy!
10/52
~Be around the light bringers, the magic makers, the world shifters, the game shakers. They challenge you, break you open, uplift and expand you. They don't let you play small with your life. These heartbeats are your people. These people are your tribe~ Unknown.
Gosh what a summer it has been...Actually, What a year it has been!!! These words pretty much sum it up for me and I've done exactly that..Those 4 sentences, I'm doing and really amazing things are happening. You may not be able to visually see it but I know. Back to school tomorrow and throwing myself back into my Project 52 which I need to get back on track, lots of wed-editing and a trip to the doctors to see about my painful hips..Lots of cuddles welcome. Keep you posted about that! Abi xx
The majority allowed the dogma. They idled and retreated into nothingness where they will stay.
Others wouldn't comply. These individuals grew in one way or another.
Disconnected from the irrelevant, they too remain faceless, but by choice.
"There is no telling how many miles you will have to run while chasing a dream."
~mrkodak,
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Used the hi-ball glass again. Put a glow stick in the glass and white EI wire around the base of the glass. Used the laser pen to add the swirl.
Added two texture layers, removed all the color except for the pink. Created some overlays.
“Nietzsche also proposed a second kind of tourism, whereby we may learn how our societies and identities have been formed by the past and so acquire a sense of continuity and belonging.
The person practising this kind of tourism ‘looks beyond his own individual transitory existence and feels himself to be the spirit of his house, his race, his city’.
He can gaze at old buildings and feel ‘the happiness of knowing that he is not wholly accidental and arbitrary but grown out of a past as its heir, flower, and fruit, and that his existence is thus excused and indeed justified'.”
—The Art of Travel by Alain de Botton
|| collab with the lovely @m_dunc, because I miss her and our adventures, and because she's in Switzerland #chasinglight without me. Brb going to Switzerland... ||
Downieville, CA - Afternoon walk with the dogs & a few family members on Thanksgiving Day. Several days of snow had fallen and things were just starting to let up. Quiet Magical Snow everywhere & on everything. Fresh test roll of #kodakektar100 through a newly acquired hand me down #minoltax570 - Minolta Cameras & Glass have a definitive look and are highly underrated in my book. Minolta X-570? = Keeper.
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)
How many stories does the lines on the face hold? And how many things have these eyes seen?
Never fault a man with a dream.
A story of Mr Yau. forty-forty.com
"Love is the most important thing in life, and it happens when you least expect it" ❤️ —Diane Kruger
⋅ (Article reading www.townandcountrymag.com/a6656)
“Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlour of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer; there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
— Walden (1854) by Henry David Thoreau
(Chapter 16: The Pond in Winter)
“In the morning I bathe my intellect in the stupendous and cosmogonal philosophy of the Bhagavad gita, since whose composition years of the gods have elapsed, and in comparison with which our modern world and its literature seem puny and trivial; and I doubt if that philosophy is not to be referred to a previous state of existence, so remote is its sublimity from our conceptions.
I lay down the book and go to my well for water, and lo! there I meet the servant of the Bramin, priest of Brahma and Vishnu and Indra, who still sits in his temple on the Ganges reading the Vedas, or dwells at the root of a tree with his crust and water jug. I meet his servant come to draw water for his master, and our buckets as it were grate together in the same well. The pure Walden water is mingled with the sacred water of the Ganges.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden: Or, Life in the Woods
☾ “I have noticed that when all the lights are on, people tend to talk about what they are doing – their outer lives.
Sitting round in candlelight or firelight, people start to talk about how they are feeling – their inner lives. They speak subjectively, they argue less, there are longer pauses.
To sit alone without any electric light is curiously creative. I have my best ideas at dawn or at nightfall, but not if I switch on the lights – then I start thinking about projects, deadlines, demands, and the shadows and shapes of the house become objects, not suggestions, things that need to done, not a background to thought.”
— Why I Adore the Night ☾ (Jeanette Winterson)
sakura (桜) cherry blossom air さくら 🌸🍃
Time after time
Alone in the city of whirling blossoms
Those petals fly in the whirling wind
The miracle of meeting you
In a city where the wind whispered through
The hanamidou tells of the end of spring
One petal from this misty flower.
Time After Time (花舞う街で) // In the Street of Dancing Flowers — Mai Kuraki
[theme song for Detective Conan: Crossroad in the Ancient Capital]