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Dream Theater performing on the main stage of the 3rd day of the 2009 Download Festival in Donnington
Dream On Dreamer on the Loveless Tour with A Skylit Drive at Amplifier Bar, Perth - 10th November 2013.
Our dreams are like bubbles, we have to be really very careful in dealing with them. Sometimes they make us really crave for them and bring the best out of us in order to achieve them. At other times, they just burst upon touching them, leaving us deeply distressed and demoralized. People who achieved greatness have at some point in their life dreamt about it..... Keep dreaming.....but not day dreaming...
Details;
Camera: Canon 5D
Lens : Canon 24-70 f/2.8L
Processed with: Apperture 2.1
Model: My daughter Aabia Ali
I'm not naming this for the image itself, but rather, the dream-like shock that occured when I stepped through a door from a decrepit, decayed, dirty room into a well lit hallway that looks like it is still in use. I felt like I was dreaming it was such an odd experience.
This is the only shot that I could get since we rushed through with worries of security.
Dream banner made with vintage text from storybooks and yummy laces, buttons, ribbons, glittered letters.....so much fun to create!
"in reality / in a dream / also for myself / what we dreamed about / such a beautiful dream / we were happy / I dreamed / red-orange sky / and then / I have recurring dreams / I am not afraid / I am afraid / I fly / often! / with huge wings / what will happen next? / a more introverted time? / a dream about the future / unreal / overcoming your own limitations / in her dreams she doesn't fly too far / I am afraid to turn around / I want to start running away / face your difficulties / about the need to reach the source of your strength"
The lilies are asiatic dream lilies, which are grown in my garden. The setup consists of; polysilk parasols purchased at a local flea market, a satin glass vase and vintage fabric. This was photographed in front of a window, on an overcast day, with two 2500K lights.
This piece is part of a series of work in progress based on the Dream series of ads by Maidenform Bra.
I love how the series Mad Men mentioned this ad campaign when they were pitching another bra company...
i shot this right after watching the video for this week... tears streaming down my face.... i went to the window to sit with how i was feeling, and closed my eyes with gratitude for this experience... for each and every one of you... when i came back to the computer i wrote this:
i didn't expect the flood of emotions i had while watching you take such great care with our wishes. wow. i sit here thinking of this group... the collective wishes and dreams of all of us... the community of this... the time coming to a close and the new year ahead with such promise such hope for us to live intentional lives. i am overwhelmed with gratitude....
Believe that by working
learning and achieving
you can reach your goals
and be successful
Believe in love
Love your friends
your family
yourself
and your life
Believe in your dreams
and your dreams can become
a reality
Camera: canon EOS 40D
Aperture: f/8
Sutter speed: 1/120sec
Focal Length: 22mm
Iso speed: 100
Flash: Flash did not fire
Quand j'ai pris cette photo, j'ai été surprise par la différence de luminosité entre les deux parties de la forêt. Pour moi, un rève, c'est la même chose. Il y a toujours deux parties. Celle où l'on dort et celle où l'on est réveillé.
Prise le 29/08/2013 dans une forêt près de Rouen.
Taken the 29/08/2013 in a forest near Rouen.
Dreams of the future come to me,
Into quiet places there they take me.
Is this real, can it be?
Or do my dreams forsake me?
Wonderful places full of grace.
Hushed and gentle the fields before me.
Far off vistas without threat.
Beckon transit and no regret.
High white clouds seen through the blue,
Of heavenly sky’s above me.
Eyes are on me, but from where?
They pacify and do not scare.
Beauty answers to my gaze,
Makes the view come clear through haze
Can this be real? It is so refined,
Everything here is intertwined.
Natural, is this feeling on my face,
In all directions and in every place.
These fields are my home now
And all is right beneath the bough.
Poem by Richard Walker
10 Feb 2005
Note: Some of our dreams are hopeful, they seem to suggest that peace is attainable after all, they give us grace that we seem unable to achieve in the real world or perhaps they point to the way we should actually be, something to reach for...
Image: This cloud pattern over my house in Dorset looked like some kind of ethereal bird and it seems to work well with my poem
The sun setting over the retreating rain in the mountains. Shot from Oreily's during my first evening out there. Makes me feel sleepy for some reason.. :) Shot with the 300F/4 which is definately not my usual landscape lens.
Our Daily Challenge - "Soft":
I wasn't too sure about this pose when I was shooting, but wound up loving the soft expression in her eyes. I also edited with a soft light layer...Think I might need to try that again...It is subtle, but i like what it added.
Nikon D5000, 50mm
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Soundtrack: It is rain in my face.
Words: Dave Sutton
She had seen the Chilean coast before, though only in paintings, then dreams. She’d seen his face as well, it seemed, in fleeting glimpses or in the tides of a reverie. Now closer, inside an actual moment, from a chair on a terrace near the water’s edge, neither the coast nor his features were entirely true to form—better, in fact, to her delight.
The tables had been cleared. And one by one the guests were swaying themselves into dusk. Spectres of spirit animals trailed behind.
Diagonally from across the courtyard, clouded in his own smoky exhales, the man had seen her too. He wondered what spell made her so radiant—the night’s glow, the way it softened her in pastels; the ocean’s slow breath, how it conversed with her own.
By now the waiters had traded their trays for guitars, their ponchos laced with bells, their tip jars rattling, their dance one of courtship, the Cueca as they knew it. And by night’s end, the man would swap his seat with a hawk, she with a dove, and together they would fly over the long, narrow, enchanted nation.