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"Dreams, dreams I'll never keep
My body rests but my eyes refuse to sleep
Sights and sounds my mind created
Far beyond the thoughts of which we speak"
/ Uriah Heep
Mamiya C220f
Sekor 80/2.8
Ilford HP5+
Sitting at the banks of a flooded hope,
I lust for feeling
As I watch it wash to a murky flow,
in its majestic ruin
I’ve aged in solitude,
Grieving the departure of my hopes,
severance of my dreams…
As I lust
lust for meaning,
as life turns to dusk
Sitting at the banks of a flooded hope.
My eyes glazed at the bare horizon
As stubborn as this infinite run,
This flooded river,
Still wishful…
That some day
at the mercy of hopefulness,
As I watch this crumbling majesty to dust…
the children of tomorrow
Would remember an old man
And his insignificant, lustful dreams…
At the banks of a flooded hope!
“C. H. Mafi Copyright 2009”
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this has not been my favorite day. woke up this morning to -10 C outside and no water. frozen pipes probably. and I was really looking forward to my shower this morning.
so I really need to be cheered up. what better way than to look at summer images?
hope you had a better day,
Happy Bokeh Wednesday to you all :-)
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Western Lowland Gorilla ++++ Female
The gorilla is the largest living primate. A gorilla must spend most of its day eating plants to maintain its large size. Despite its massive size and ferocious reputation, the gorilla is actually a peaceful and social animal. Gorillas and humans are close relatives, and share many things in common. They are very intelligent, have emotions and personalities, and live in family groups.
•A troop of up to 20 gorillas is led and defended by a dominant male called a silverback.
•A male gorilla has the strength of up to eight men.
•Chest-beating is one way a gorilla shows that it’s excited.
•Gorillas and humans have the same number of hairs on their bodies.The Zoo is teaming up with other zoos around the world to celebrate gorillas during 2009, which has been declared the Year of the Gorilla.
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Fact File
Height: 5 to 6 ft
Weight: Male - Up to 400 lbs,
Female - Up to 200 lbs
Lifespan: Up to 35 yrs in the wild
Habitat: Tropical forest
Diet: Fruits, leaves, and small invertebrates
Status: Species at Risk (IUCN—Endangered)
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¡¡¡Síííí!!!... Hace casi un año que conseguí mi a preciosa Dreams (Pulip Papin). Fue mi autorregalo de cumpleaños y estoy verdaderamente enamorada de ella.... ¿cómo pude resistirme tanto tiempo? ^___________~
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Yeeeesss!!!! Almost a year ago I got my lovely Dreams (Pulip Papin). She was my "self-birthdaygift" and I am truly in love with her .... how could I resist so long? ^___________~
DREAMING MACHINES ~ Acrylic on gessoed panel 11" x 14", (27.9 cm x 35.6 cm.),Completed May, 2008
The most recent painting in my series of paintings concerning the "reality" of dreams.
I spend a lot of time dreaming. Any time I can, I dream. As a child I was scolded for "dreaming". So, this made me want to dream even more! Most of the time, I prefer my dreams to the waking world. But not the nightmares!
I often think that dreams may be the gateway to another world. Perhaps a parallel world just as important as the waking world which we call "reality"?
When one dies does he go into a dream from which he never awakens? Perhaps dreams foreshadow death? Have we all not thought this? Not a very scientific theory however. The brain activity that goes on during dreaming, ceases all together at death.
On the other hand, if brain activity is electricity, perhaps this activity moves on after the body machine runs down? Is electricity energy? Is energy immortal? Is this electrical energy in us, the current that travels via synapse junctions in the brain from one neuron to the next, the undying energy of a "soul"? … But I digress … I am speaking now of dreams, not souls.
A dream is the only alternative reality that all people visit. From Junkies to Presidents, we all travel to this other world, twisted and strange as it is.
Human beings are indeed "DREAMING MACHINES", (and hence my title for this painting)
My painting shows representations of what it is to dream, and what it is to be in a dream. This is just "remembering" my dreams. Dream remembrance is not at all accurate. Somewhere on the way back from the dream, On the "bridge" from our dream back to reality, we lose most of the details. Like a man trying to carry a big armload of tiny twigs on a windy day, most of them blow away by the time we get back. Trying to recall and paint the remnants excites me. It brings me closer to my dreams. However, it's difficult because almost all my twigs are gone!
Dreaming is seeing, being and existing within, and without, worlds merging known and unknown.
Painting is very much like dreaming. I must seek to find my dreams because they are my models!
Dreaming is feeling and seeing things only possible in dreams. In dreams we experience things which are beyond our waking imaginations.
In dreams we mix fragments from our past with an assortment of possible futures.
In our dreams we stir a "psycho-stew" of things that are, can be, may be, and never will ever be.
In dreams we see our "real' worlds, warped and molded by abstract ideas and notions we never "dreamed" we had. ;)
In dreams there are structures, both logical and ludicrous. Cities that stretch further than the eye can see. Places I've been and never been. Rivers, Lakes and Oceans. Wide open spaces and small dank claustrophobic spaces that can be a prison or an endless maze.
In dreams there be Monsters!
We call all this "The stuff of dreams". Does it come from within us, or somewhere else?
Dreams are both metaphor and analogy ... and neither. Dreams make no sense, and yet can be important revelations!
In this painting, a woman's mind explodes with dreams. Dreams float away like bubbles that escape into a vast and endless expanse. Behind her, nightmares are entombed in an ancient wall of dark fears.
In my dreams I often can not speak, so my mouth is covered. My dream world is endless. It rocks like a cradle on a silky sea, filled with visions of fish. I see my dreams through many eyes, and many lenses, (Like the many lenses I use when I paint.)
We have dreams of sexuality so bizarre they are unspeakable. We all have our secret dreams. Dreams that we will never tell. We will take these dreams with us to that final dream … or that final nothing.
To think that all the people who have ever lived have had hundreds of dreams! Each dream is unique. How many dream worlds have been dreamt of? And how many more dreams shall we have?
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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.
Pulling together an image from an old shoot with Ali with a background from my recent business trip to India: the courtyard of Mysore Palace. The birds even come from some images I took in India as well. I'm quite happy with how the dreamy misty nature came together.
Comments and constructive critique is welcome publicly or privately.
Model: IG @ali_zagame
This picture was made in Montenegro, just near the view to the gorgeous Lake Scutari. And the whole viewpoint reminds me of my dreams, where I can create my own reality.
When people tend to escape from reality they are often called dreamers, but in a negative way. They imply that dreamy people have no connections to the present life and have their heads in the clouds. There is a term for that – escapism, which means a tendency of an individual to escape from the reality into the world of illusions and dreams.
To be honest, I do not consider it to be a getaway from the reality. For me it is more a sort of supplementation to the life of an individual. My dreaminess can be vividly observed in my photography. I do it deliberately. I am obsessed with pictures being cinematic and having deep meaning, a dreamy story to be told. These are my goals when I create an image.
It is my positivity and desire to combine the reality and dreams that help me to create a photographic cocktail of my viewpoint.
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Bring me all of your dreams,
You dreamers,
Bring me all of your
Heart melodies
That I may wrap them
In a blue-cloud cloth
Away from the too-rough fingers
Of the world.
~~Langston Hughes~~
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This image took me so long to do!
I had the idea of using my dream catcher for a while now, but when I started taking photos I realized that the focus and lighting had to be just right otherwise my face would be completely upstaged by the dream catcher. I hope it turned out well enough...can't decide whether I like it or not.
One more final to go...wish me luck~
Created for KreativePeople TT200
Starter image with thanks, from VeraJane Vickers
Vintage butterfly, from my private collection.
Texture - Spirit wings, mine.
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Dream, dream, dream ... Model: Natasha. I shoot this portrait with Nikon F5 and Hasselblad Carl Zeiss Planar T* 80mm f2.8 lens and Kodak TMAX100 black & white film. Processed in Kodak TMAX RS developer and replenisher. Scanned with Canon Canoscan 8800F. Postprocessing. Studio light: two Norman ML400 and one Norman 2400 in large softcube.
"Dreams relating to a house often refers to various aspects of yourself. When trying to analyze the house in your dream, consider also how the house is kept and the condition of it. The rooms in the house relate to facets of your personality. To see an old, run-down house in your dream, represents your old beliefs, attitudes and how you used to think or feel. A situation in your current life may be bringing about those same old attitudes and feelings."
-Dream Dictionary
Back reads:
DREAM LODGE MOTEL
"Highest Quality-Lowest Prices"
U.S. 67 and Interstate 30
2 Miles East, Greenville, Texas
Phone G.L. 5-4045 P.O. Box 445
30 lovely rooms with wall-to-wall carpeting, tile baths
with tub and shower combination. Servel air-conditioning
and heating. You'll enjoy our courtesy coffee, television
room phones, extral large pool and fine foods.
Mr and Mrs D.H. Perkins, Owners and Managers
(The above line struck out with ballpoint pen)
I'm guessing the one and only man in the photo of 25 women (did they invite the entire female population for the photo shoot??) was the owner, Mr Perkins.
The Dream Lodge Motel was demolished in 2016 after being abandoned and subsequently purchased by the city. The motel had been a site of criminal activity (as is the fate of many old motels when no one cares anymore) and was seized by law enforcement in 2010 before being acquired by the city for demolition.
“Memories are to remember the past and dreams are to predict the future. If you dont have dreams you don't have anything.”
Created for Treat This Challenge 67 in Kreative People
With thanks to xandram for the glass ball source image
All other elements and textures are my own