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Photomanipulated vintage Air Mail Stamp combined with a photo I took of vibrant sunset clouds, all isolated on a black background.
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I had other plans for this capture, but it turned out different than I expected (what a shocker). It didn't turn out the way I wanted, but I tried making something out of nothing and this is the result I ended up with. I figured it's better to upload than to throw away. I wanted to make this very thought-provoking and spooky.
People sometimes sneer at those who run every day, claiming they’ll go to any length to live longer. But I don’t think that’s the reason most people run. Most runners run not because they want to live longer, but because they want to live life to the fullest. If you’re going to while away the years, it’s far better to live them with clear goals and fully alive than in a fog, and I believe running helps you do that. Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that’s the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—and for me, for writing as well. I believe many runners would agree. - Haruki Murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running
Sometimes reality is too hard to face and we're hobbling , crawling , running towards an illusion , wasting the only currency we've got - our life
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“The deluge of arrows lasted for hours. Warriors from both sides flailed about wildly, struggling to comprehend what was happening and how to find safety from it. Legs, torsos, arms, and even faces were pieced through in splatters of gore and water. The shrubs of the Withering Plains were coated in blood, their leaves drooping downward from the newly gained weight.
The armies both routed, barely more than a handful surviving from each side. Those who were able to walk away found shelter under rare trees or in holes and trenches dug deep for fortification. When the terrifying patter of rain finally ended, the lucky souls remaining began dragging their wounded bodies towards their respective homes. The journey was perhaps the worse than the battle as thousands of maimed soldiers screamed and moaned, some pleading for help and others begging for death.
Neither house ever recovered from the massacre of their armies. House Eratu descended into civil war, splitting into countless small factions that never achieved relevance. House Dormian attempted to regroup, but the once insignificant barbarians struck while they were still too weak to fend them off. The news of the divine slaughter reached every corner of the land, and in each kingdom the Fortnight of Devotion was extended to a full month, as no man ever dared to evoke the wrath of the Gods again.”
From the self portrait series On Your Face
Model: me
Nikon D700
Nikkor 24 - 70
SB 900 with small softbox
SB 600 with OmniBounce
Thanks to Cristina for her help.
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So, are these beautiful Peonies happily huddling together, for warmth or love? Or just shy in front of the camera?
One of the reasons why I love photographic images: you can make up your own crazy stories? LOL
I seem to live my life with the flower seasons.
Not yet in the garden.
Thanks for your time and comments, M, (*_*)
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I tried to capture a portrait with the flowers from the last shoot and we came up with this. We first started without the flowers covering the eyes and it looked a little... soft. We tried to take petals over the eyes and it gave more of a conceptual twist over the result.
Pt 2/2
“It wasn't just the unusually high occurrence of downed planes in the area that drew attention. It was also the fact that none of the pilots or crew were ever found. Officials often stated that the remains were burned beyond recognition by jet, or that the pilot ejected and has become a missing person. In saying these things they were well aware that they were not the truth, but they also did not know what the truth was.
The women that are seen before every crash are the Sisters of the Sand. Call them ghosts, or spirits, or sirens, or whatever satisfies the ears, but make no mistake they are not of this realm. They are the women of an old native tribe, now long gone. Their sacred burial ground was desecrated to build an airstrip near the town of Hobbs. Ever since then, the inexplicable crashes began to occur.
The apparitions appear wearing nothing but flowing silk dresses, possessing the mind and hearts of the pilots, drawing them towards the earth. The souls of the crash victims are taken to the afterlife without sanctity or ritual, insuring that their spirits rest as uneasily in purgatory as those in the disturbed graves do now. This will continue until each native spirit has taken a body in retribution of their defilement.” -M.D. Walter
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After reading the group discussion concerning "Conceptual photography", I started to think, whether one could understand it as an additional dimension of the image, which involves thinking, understanding or some kind of mental processing. Just to give you an example, I saw a beautiful black and white photo of an empty room with only a piano and a chair. It was titled "After the last chords..." , which brought the watcher immediately inside this room and its silence - into the moment that had been. It was maybe closer to the traditional photography, but illustrates the process, which takes place, when we add an additional dimension into the image.
“The Goddess fertility and renewal lived high up above mankind in the Golden Court. She served as part of the cycle paramount to the mortal word's existence - after the God of death and decay brought ends to creatures, plants, and kingdoms, she would begin it all anew, injecting life and vitality into the realms. It was how it had always been, a cycle without morality, necessary for the universe to function.
She herself had hair that could grow miles in a single day. Golden brown and thick as rope, it flowed down her back and extended everywhere, coating the floor like a carpet and climbing walls like ivy. Her revitalizing power was infused in every strand and it was, indeed, how she sowed the seeds of life when she was needed.
With a gentle pull on her mane, she would remove a single hair and cast it down onto the world. Wherever death was, the hair would imbed itself deep in the soil or flesh and within seconds a bloom of rebirth would burst all around. It was said that after a particularly gruesome battle or a sinister plague, the diligent observer could see an entire sky full of her hair descending on the world like sand-color comets marking her ominous presence.” - M.D. Walter