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not a great day...
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January 2010
Hopewell Township, New Jersey, USA
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Nicole Jimenez
Hualpén- Region del Biobio
CHILE
Caminaremos por la ruinas de la ciudad.
Por troncos desnudos aún amarrados a la tierra infértil.
Ríos secos sin vida.
Mares estancados en aceite.
Sin aire. Esperando la bomba final.
¿Llegará el tiempo donde será todo devastado por el hombre?
Quizas en un tiempo no muy lejano; seremos pocos los habitantes de la Tierra.
marcelo moltedo
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Sunrise at Spurn Point. The sunrise itself was subtle to say the least, but at least the low light allowed for slightly longer exposures to capture more movement in the back wash.
Eventually, the sun burned enough cloud away to cast some light onto the wet sand.
Would really like to capture this spot when the tide is a little higher.
32/52 This looks like a poster for childline but let's roll with it.
i can't even believe myself right now, i feel like i'm in a nightmare and no matter how many times i want to wake up i know i can't. Never have i wanted more to punch my past self so hard for not thinking. I am the most selfish person ever and everything i receive i deserve.
I knew I was right to be afraid of October.
No focal point, no lead lines, no extensive vista...just the desolate expanse of Saddleworth Moor in the pre-dawn.
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Taken at Desolation Nowhere Halloween Sim: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Deadlands/135/159/23
Taken by Drew Drakul-Blackheart, Co-Owner of Drakul-Blackheart Imagery Studios.
this is a continuation of the original "Wash Away" Project. it's a project organized and created by Molly Baker about resilience, inner strength and the ability to overcome personal shadows or any personal fight that has made people feel small, uncontrolled or powerless. The people in these photos write the word (or words) that represented their own personal adversity or hardship they have faced in their lives. Their word is written on their face or any part of the body they choose. They are then splashed with water to "wash away" the word that once held them back. The water represents the resilience to not let personal struggle dominate who you are and what you are limited to. Notice that the ink left over from the water is still there, representing how our adversities are always remembered but they do not have to become who you are. Molly's main focus with this project is resilience and self acceptance with struggles that are a part of life and having the ability to move forward from them. She has spoken in front of large audiences in schools to stand against bullying and to advocate for self love.
+Desolation or Project Desolation is a monthly second life event that features different kind of designers contrasting with each other.
desolation
/dɛsəˈleɪʃ(ə)n/
a state of complete emptiness or destruction.
Dream is the name of Desolation;
...and Ocean is the museum of forgotten tears!
-Dream & Desolation!/D.A.
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To convey in the print the feeling you experienced when you exposed your film - to walk out of the darkroom and say: "This is it, the equivalent of what I saw and felt!". That's what it's all about. - John Sexton
Hiked up to Horsetail Falls in California's Desolation Wilderness the
day before last
-- or almost. The trailhead is just before
Twin Bridges off HWY 50 headed out of the
South Shore of Lake Tahoe, and the first part
follows the effluence of the falls, where it
scatters broad and bright across granite
stairsteps and churns up full of light and air.
The hike itself is mostly a hard rock scramble
across broad granite slabs, interspersed with a
few brief dirt trails. Wayfinding changes all
together when you're climbing right on rock --
there are no footprints from the folks who went
before to reassure you that you've found the
right way, no worn tracks to indicate direction.
On this trail there was a periodic marker on the
occasional tree, but mostly the way was marked
by cairnes: those stumpy little piles of rock that
signal human intent and seem so generous and kind
when there's nothing else to show you the way.
At the top of the loop, about an hour in to our
hike, the good folks from the Park Service have
posted a second box, like the one at the first
trailhead. But this one asks you to fill out a
wilderness permit, and sign to indicate that you
realize you're about to enter an area where the
trails are not maintained, where the risks are
higher and where extra caution is required.
Having planned for only a day hike we were
entirely unprepared to forge into the wilderness,
and being reckless and (relatively) young we
thought "sure: why not" and filled out the form
and headed up the trail.
Okay, here's why not: because it's frickin'
wilderness.
In a terrain where what few markers you had
have fallen away and you're left with only rock
and rivers and the rare dirt path you need a
topographical map to get you through something
like that. And a better compass than the one
we had.
We had the Falls in our sights and used that
where we could to stay in line with our
destination, but it did us no good when suddenly
the rock would fall away where it had been
cleaved centuries before by some strong freeze
cycle or glacial action. We'd double back, and
double back again when we encountered the next
big drop off. By this time others were hunting
and pecking their way up the same trail, using
pretty close to the same methods we were.
At one point we spotted a party who were being
led by a fairly confident looking fellow, so we
started up after them -- only to have them circle
back on us when they hit the next steep drop-off.
If we'd had 1) all day 2) a topographical map and
3) provisions enough to get lost on, we might
have stayed at it a little while longer. But we had
a wedding to get to before too long, and our
whole lives ahead of us, so after 30 minutes or
so of scrambling through the wilderness andprogressing only a few feet
we called it a
day and headed out again, picking our way
through the cairnes.
The moral of this story: It's good to get lost
in the wilderness sometimes, but it's better if
you give yourself plenty of time and pack
some snacks.
Posting by cameraphone from the South Shore
of Lake Tahoe.