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Lovecraftian Cyanotypes
Excerpt from Azathoth by HP Lovecraft.
Cryochamber has a wonderful collaboration...
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“The hugest changes were the ones that could not be seen – that’s where the real apocalypse lay: in people’s hearts, their souls, their beings.”
― Dianna Hardy, The Last Dragon
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This capture has its on language. The sun is setting, we are awating to see a lot of meteor of the perseids this night the shot was taking. Don't hurry, keep eyes open! Look out and let your sence guiding you to shots like this... Colors, water, reflections, patience. All this I found out ther on my way to the perseids...
My lockdown hobby continues to grow as my second alter ego (alter alter ego?) Vlad the Generator on YouTube. This is a video screenshot.
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A dark cinematic New York candid snapped at the Grand Central railway station's terminal at Christmas 2015.
Music by Auraember:
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Artworks by Patched Jester:
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In the Dark Continent, where the ground split with old magic & the sky never truly slept, she knelt beside him—daughter of iron will, Ruler of the Tyrant Dynasty. Her silver hair bore the dust of conquered realms, her grip steady around the relics of faith & fury. The sword between them drank the silence, etched with the names that bound their fate.
He laughed into the storm—Head of BrutÉl, her father, her war-forged beginning. Steel was his prayer, terror his language. He had raised her not with mercy, but with truth: power survives only when sharpened.
Together they ruled the night—she, cold & calculating, bending empires with precision; he, a living siege, breaking what refused to bow. In the Dark Continent, blood did not divide them—it crowned them. As the earth cracked beneath their armor, the world remembered a single law:
Dynasties fall. Tyrants endure.
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A gloomy Krakow Old Town cityscape. In the edit, I've tried to emulate the ochre color palette the magnificent Polish dystopian surrealist painter Zdzisław Beksiński often used in his opus. I had the joy to visit his museum in Nowa Huta, will upload some of those photos as well.
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The Freedom Bridge (Most Slobode) in Novi Sad, Vojvodina, Serbia over the Danube, wrapped in the thickest fog I've witnessed so far. No effect were used in the editing, I've solely switched the snap into BW.