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Hi I'm really good at consistently posting content on here (No I'm not.) Gimme your favorite dream! RL or actual sleepy dreams!
Character - Me
Foliage - Hayabusa
Music: Porter Robinson — Fullmoon Lullaby (Goodnight Lavender x Nila Cover)
"Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men."
Goethe
“We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things, not because they are easy, but because they are hard. . . . "
President John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Lewis is fascinated by space and is hooked on ultra violet lights and what can be achieved with a little paint and a fine flick brush. He's learning fast now and its getting harder to fulfil his inquisitive fantasies.
Is questions are professors his visions in thought are for Gods.
1. Pastel Bench, 2. Pastel Sky, 3. California Dreams, 4. Pier Bird
Blogged: Pastel Dreaming
Featuring Lana Dress by Désir (Vivien Emerald) for ' A Dream Within' Event
"By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven." - Edgar Allan Poe
This is an amazing showcase of some incredible couture by incredible designers on sale to benefit the charity Crohn's and Colitis UK (info: www.crohnsandcolitis.org.uk/)
50% of the income of each exclusive gown design will go to Crohn's and Colitis UK as will the donations raised during the event itself which is hosted at Azure Island - FINESMITH (Running for a week only 9th Nov from 1pm SLT.) maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Azure%20Island/128/100/8
Other notes :
Jewelry by FINESMITH (Geula Silver)
Ma Vie Plummage Hat ( Aida) From The Arcade Gacha Event.
thearcadeshoppingguide.com/post/58258321351/ma-vie-plumag...
Hair by Boon
Birdy Skin (Imogen Gacha Chapter Four)
With
CStar Cat Liner 009 (Hard Core Cat)
WEG. Couples Sofa
Sometimes Photoshop makes mistakes while constructing panoramas that end up more interesting than the "correct" version... The hillside communities of Pachuca, Hildago, Mexico.
Kevin Dooley's Pan-American Trek using Google Street View.
I think about the lamination of time and memory of the city while walking around the city at night by myself.
I had forgotten about this image I had taken last year, thought it would make a good mono conversion.
My website - www.northerngallery.co.uk
Look it's Teun!! My boy still makes a great model ;)
And well food is what it's all about, if you would ask him!
Bare with me on this one: First time using a new PhotoShop after 15 years.. and working with a camera that has only like 10 minuts of battery time -.- And the spare battery died on me as well.. doesn't do anything anymore...
Talk about frustrating..
So i dont know when a new picture will come... 10 minuts camera time doesn't leave much play room....
Still dreaming
Tears in the eyes
And I don't know
if they are tears
of happiness and joy
because the dream's alive
Or tears of sadness, tears of pain
Because the dreams
are far away
and road to them
is just another dream
Oh, what do you feel
when you dream?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ubTveCihjoQ&feature=related
Yanni "One Man's Dream"
Dreaming Lovers.
Appassionato lasciando in eredità rabbrividendo bocche erotici,
intimité éclaboussures souriant beautés tourneurs anklebones eau gonflé,
удивительные волшебные берега рек летние контуры волны непрекращающихся ласк последние,
πάλη φιλιά ακόρεστη σκιές νευρικό επιθυμίες έγλειψε,
vise solemne inefabile relaxat întinde brațele bombat surprinzător curbe deschise,
Urocze ukochane nogi ciepłe uściski odpinając wrócił po omacku,
aangename vlees betrekking hebben op het scharlaken lach gidsen voor de ogen,
utsökta lugnande tungor hissa bländande sol trädgårds balkar,
kynferðislega keyptur uppfyllt efflorescence almáttugur úthafskarfa tilfinningar þroskast,
personalități cathartic explozive dorințele sălbatice afectiuni licitație afirmat,
vermenging ochtend dijen paradijs hemelen vlijen zuchten,
svetting slikker flammene tomme deksler kjærtegnet våte lepper fiolett kjærlighet,
真夜中の枕リネンが開いているウィンドウの睡眠肩を優し点滅.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Our dreams are like blowballs,
so fragile
and sometimes
they drift so far away from us
that we lose sight of them.
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Self portrait
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Really spontaneous idea. I went out for few minutes to absorb some sunbeams and then I recognized a blowball, and this was inspiration enough.
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Post Processing:
cropping
softlight
levels, dodge and burn tool on the eye
balances, curves and gradient maps
softlight again, add contrast
blur on everything else than eye and seeds
unsharp mask on lashes
"She relaxes after she feeds. You can actually talk to her."
Where does the story go from here?
She comes, the room temperature drops, and I am paralyzed. I can only watch.
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It was not often that a person yet living was allowed to visit the realm of dreams, let alone the source itself. The Tree of Dreams had been created at the beginning to govern the ebb and flow of the dreaming. In its leaves it held all possibilities, all combinations of probable and improbable. The heights of delirium and the depths of despair were intertwined in its branches and scattered into the wind to reach their dreamers. Most importantly, the tree was tied to all sentient beings in all the realms of existence. That was the key to finding his mother. He just had to figure out which dream had been created for her and follow the leaf to find her.
The Three Sages who had helped bring him here had neglected to teach him how to commune with the tree, let alone sift through the billions of dreams without going mad in the process. He walked around the tree for hours looking for a way to unlock its secret but found nothing other than the gentle swaying of its colorless branches upon a ghost wind which never touched his skin. Time had no meaning in this place. Hours became days which turned into years. As the decades wore on, he lost himself in a sea of abstract vastness as he watched the ghost wind carry away the leaves into the aether. For the first time since he started this long journey he began to feel despair.
He had once lived under the light, trusting and believing that faith would guide him through life. That belief had been torn asunder with the violent abduction of his mother and he had since scorned the light and relied only on his strength and will to overcome any obstacle. That was all irrelevant now as he felt the last glimpse of hope leave him. He was void of all emotion as he looked up at what he thought was heaven and pleaded for help as he had often done in his childhood. All at once he felt a surge of warmth that lifted up his spirit and filled him with an acute certainty that he would find his mother, and live in peace once again. He turned to the Tree of Dreams and its leaves now burned red with life as he felt dreams come in and out of being. He recalled a fond memory of his mother and was thus drawn to the singular leaf that was connected to her. He reached out and became one with the leaf as it sailed past time and space to reunite them at long last.
TY Temari & Tim for your great textures!
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Dreams
a quick half an hour shoot at the end of the day with a friend can produce lovely results.
Available on print from my Photobox gallery