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Cruel Hand @ Echo 1/18/15

Hiking

Mamiya 7

80mm f4

Chinese tourists at Echo Point, the Three Sisters scenic panorama...

Opening party of Echo, New venue in Shibuya, Tokyo

Echo Canyon - Observation Point Trail - Zion National Park

Vera Röhm: Textfragmente aus den Metamorphosen von Ovid "Echo und Narcissus", 2009. More details

 

In sculpture park on Kaiser-Friedrich Promenade

Echo llegó el viernes junto al Hash de NeyS (sí, siempre que pide ella, pido yo! Es irremediable xDDDD).

 

asdf Es tan mona! :3 La verdad es que como viene es un poco feilla, la pobre, pero si le quitas la parafernalia mejora bastante~ :D Así que con las pintas que me venía, me jarté y está medio en pelotas con su peluca definitiva! >:D Peeeero, no pondré más fotos de ella hasta tener los chips, el obitsu y ropa... xDDDD

Echo Park Rising 2013 on a balmy afternoon.

Dimanche 23 juin 2013, parc départemental de loisir d'Olhain

Opening party of Echo, New venue in Shibuya, Tokyo

Echo is a figure and narrative study using multiple exposures of ink in water. Part of Alan Condrey’s Skin & Inks project.

"Echo" Mestre Valemtim - cópia em bronze do original pertencente ao Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro - Fundição Zani 1997

 

Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo

www.pinacoteca.org.br

Second of my Greek mythology series.

 

Echo was a nymph doomed to only repeat the words of others. Narcissus was an extremely handsome man, and one day, as he was hunting, Echo saw him and fell in love. She followed him around all day, trying desperately to talk to him... but of course, she couldn't. She even caught up with him at one point, and tried to embrace him, but he pushed her away. Echo was left heartbroken. Another deity, Nemesis, heard her cries and decided to punish Narcissus for his cruelty towards Echo. Narcissus then happened to glance upon his own reflection in a pool of water. He fell in love with the beauty of his reflection, and never left the pool. He died, and the nymphs, feeling bad for him, wanted to bury his body. However, they couldn't find it - the narcissus flower had grown in the place where he sat for so long.

 

On Black

 

No stock photos used in this one, just my own. :)

"Echo" Mestre Valemtim - cópia em bronze do original pertencente ao Jardim Botânico do Rio de Janeiro - Fundição Zani 1997

 

Pinacoteca do Estado de São Paulo

www.pinacoteca.org.br

Woke up to the clock

What knob makes it stop

Time to be aware

Time to just be there

You go, go , go, go,

I go, go , go, go,

Conversations rare

Trail off in the air

Echo, echo, home , home

 

All that rolls our way

Wheels that time will play

Happiness grows back

Heartache leaves a scratch

You go, go, go,go,

I go, go, go , go

Everyplace i go

Never told you so

Echo... echo... home... home

 

All of my days, all of my life

Standing by you

All of my days, all of my life

I will find you

All of my days, all of my life

Standing by you

All of my days all of my life

Landing next to you

 

When you're on the top

Notice what you've got

I will be your frail

When your on the trail

You go, go, go, go,

I go, go, go, go

Everything you know

Everywhere you go

Echo... echo... home... home...

 

Lyrics by Cyndi Lauper.

Echo Cafe in Echo UT is no longer open, but window signage boasts of various wares for purchase, including cigarettes and disposable cameras.

 

The former cafe's large roof sign is also of interest.

 

www.flickr.com/photos/194923731@N02/54941832211/

Don't know who this is, hopefully one day that dude will see this pic and hit me up to tell me.

The art above is by my father who was probably 14 when he did it; just before he lied about his age and joined the Navy for WWII. It doesn't exactly fit the mood of the lyric, but, hey, it's by my dad.

 

Echoes

Music by Will Maples; lyrics by Michael Vance

Written in 1968 when I was 17 years old

 

We’ve lived a lie, hearts buried in caves of stone

Tears never cried, sorrows hidden and so alone

These are nothing but memory of years

These are nothing but shadows of tears

These are nothing but echoes of love gone its way

 

Her love has died, empty eyes that never meet

Within we hide, sharing secrets beneath satin sheets

Neither knowing the reasons we lied

Neither living a life of gray that’s died

Years of nothing but echoes of love lost someway

 

Her laughter’s an empty grave

Within and without, it’s all the same

 

Wearing masks of steel, always fearing the break of day

There’s nothing lift to feel

Without moving, she turns away

Without moving, she turns away

 

Echo & the Bunnymen at belladrum festival, beauly 2006

Echo echoes through my heart.

The Asmussen-trainee is a half sibling to J Boys Echo and Unbridled Outlaw, among others.

Cross-bedding in sandstone around Echo Canyon, Zion N.P.

The Echo, Pg. 56, 1901, Archives & Special Collections, Hunter College Libraries, Hunter College of the City University of New York, New York City.

 

For more information:

library.hunter.cuny.edu/about/archives

 

Echo & The Bunnymen

 

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7/20/08 - WOOT! Collin in mid-air

Whale watching trip 40 miles outside Boston MA

Roland RE-201 Space Echo

Suma Studios

Atlanta, GA

2008

Nikon D40

 

RAW conversion with UFRaw

post-processed in GIMP

christmas eve 2010

Echo Beach, Canggu, Bali

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