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For this week's theme in the group, Macro Mondays: "Oil and Water."
In my album, "Ectoplasm," I shoot macro (micro) photographs of food coloring dropped into water.
250x magnified, stacked image, bright field (negative image)
Fundort / Site: Barbados (sediment sample)
Alter / Age: fossile (Middle Eocene to Oligocene)
Präparation / Preparation: Andreas Drews, 2016
Radiolarians are unicellulars of diameter 0.1–0.2 mm that produce intricate mineral skeletons, typically with a central capsule dividing the cell into the inner and outer portions of endoplasm and ectoplasm.The elaborate mineral skeleton is usually made of silica. They are found as zooplankton throughout the ocean, and their skeletal remains make up a large part of the cover of the ocean floor as siliceous ooze. Due to their rapid turn-over of species, they represent an important diagnostic fossil found from the Cambrian onwards. (Source: Wikipedia)
...Il va vraiment falloir, tôt ou tard, que je passe à autre chose ! Mais que voulez-vous ? J'aime mes spectres !
Composition de photos HDR prises le 1er juillet 2019, place du Point du Jour, à Alençon, en Normandie.
Et voici ce qu'il advient du Pont Neuf quand, d'aventure, deux spectres se mettent à le hanter en pleine journée !
Tremblez, car les jumeaux non-morts sont de la partie !
Composition de photos HDR prises le 7 août 2019, face au Pont Neuf, à Alençon, en Normandie...
"I am a passenger
And I ride and I ride
I ride through the city's backsides
I see the stars come out of the sky
Yeah, they're bright in a hollow sky
You know it looks so good tonight
I am the passenger
I stay under glass
I look through my window so bright
I see the stars come out tonight
I see the bright and hollow sky
Over the city's ripping sky
And everything looks good tonight
[Chorus]
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Get into the car
We'll be the passenger
We'll ride through the city tonight
We'll see the city's ripped backsides
We'll see the bright and hollow sky
We'll see the stars that shine so bright
The sky was made for us tonight
Oh, the passenger
How, how he rides
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He looks through his window
What does he see?
He sees the sight of hollow sky
He sees the stars come out tonight
He sees the city's ripped backsides
He sees the winding ocean drive
And everything was made for you and me
All of it was made for you and me
'Cause it just belongs to you and me
So let's take a ride and see what's mine
[Chorus]
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Oh, the passenger
He rides and he rides
He sees things from under glass
He looks through his window's eye
He sees the things he knows are his
He sees the bright and hollow sky
He sees the city asleep at night
He sees the stars are out tonight
And all of it is yours and mine
And all of it is yours and mine
So let's ride and ride and ride and ride
[Chorus]
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la
Singin' la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la la la"
James Osterberg
This photo shows no indication of who the medium was, what the caused the ectoplasm to go wrong or what the ultimate outcome was. We can only hope the woman was not harmed.
Hybrid SDXL:Photoshop 25
...would he listen? No...so, copious amounts of ale, couple of large glasses of wine then a fat brandy rounding off the evening with a doner kebab, well what else would you expect?
Returning to reality, this is one of St Werburgh's gargoyles.
Magnification: 400x, bright field (negative image), stacked image
Fundort / Site: Barbados
Alter / Age: approx. 32-35 million years (late Eocene - early Oligocene)
Präparation / Preparation: Andreas Drews, 2017
Radiolarians are unicellulars of diameter 0.1–0.2 mm that produce intricate mineral skeletons, typically with a central capsule dividing the cell into the inner and outer portions of endoplasm and ectoplasm.The elaborate mineral skeleton is usually made of silica. They are found as zooplankton throughout the ocean, and their skeletal remains make up a large part of the cover of the ocean floor as siliceous ooze. Due to their rapid turn-over of species, they represent an important diagnostic fossil found from the Cambrian onwards. (Source: Wikipedia)
This is a stacked image, made by using a microscope and composed of dozens of single photos at different focus levels. For any information about stacking technique, please see: digital-photography-school.com/a-beginners-guide-to-focus...
Final Major Project - BA Fashion Photography.
working title -
How do I represent Immensity within the Photographic Frame?
My project led me on an immense journey - exploring such concepts as the inner and outer cosmos, Bachelard's concept of 'Intimate Immensity', the circle as a portal and a 'geometric architype of the psyche' (Dr. Jung), a baby's 'Mirror Stage' (Lacan), our place in the universe, photographic frame = eye, entering an image mentally and photography as alchemy, asking the camera to work counter intuitively, and to work as a tool to learn about the universe.
UN-PHOTOSHOPPED
PREMESSA
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Benvenuti a tutti...
Questo SET,
apparentemente uno scorrere di finestre fatiscenti,
in realtà,
narra una storia che credo sia d'attualità oggi giorno.
Lo faccio con un testo autobiografico...
Ma sono convinto che molti... purtroppo...
si sentiranno chiamati in causa ...
Proprio come fosse la loro storia.
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OCCHI
Immobile scruto nel nulla.
Mi è consentito di muovere solo gli occhi,
disperatamente provo con le dita… niente!
Dimenticato in un angolo buio,
pietrificato dal silenzio e dal ricordo... SOLO.
Qui ho vissuto quasi tutta la mia vita,
qui ho visto persone sudare, urlare, combattere,
tutto per un pezzo di pane, per un ideale,
per un sogno zeppo di aspettative.
Questa polvere, ormai da troppo tempo,
ha soffocato quelle grida.
Eppure… ricordo fugaci sguardi d’intesa,
e giù lavoro che sfiancava i muscoli.
Ma non importava poi così tanto, tutti insieme,
pur nella diversità dei singoli, per un unico disegno:
"costruire un futuro di speranza, di dignità."
Ed allora quei volti sudati, quelle mani sporche di grasso,
assumevano una valenza quasi eroica…
Scivolando talvolta nella poesia.
Poi… con velata soddisfazione, raccoglierne il risultato,
consapevoli di esserci riusciti, sì, tra mille difficoltà,
ma sempre col sorriso sulle labbra, determinati, coriacei.
Tutta quella passione... quella fibrillazione... è scomparsa…
Adesso...
Sento solo qua e là il gocciolare d’un tubo corroso dal tempo.
Mi dico, forse sono lacrime di questa gente meravigliosa,
che talvolta, in un’estasi che mi pervade,
intravedo ancora aggirarsi come ectoplasma impalpabile.
Ora il silenzio è padrone assoluto.
Questo vuoto mi congela il cuore.
L’unico modo per cercare di resistere è gettare lo sguardo fuori dalle fatiscenti finestre e, credetemi…
In qualche mattina dolce di maggio sento ancora il vociare delle persone,
e i profumi della città invadere questo luogo dimenticato da Dio.
Al di là c’è la vita, perché non posso saltar fuori?
Relegato da sempre in quest’angolo decrepito.
Amo le finestre sono come occhi sul mondo.
Spesso vorrei volare oltre... per divenire lacrima.
Il pianto come liberazione da tanto dolore…
Da tanta indifferenza.
Vi prego, datemi una possibilità.
Sono certo che ancora posso essere utile a qualcuno.
Perché non provare!
D’un tratto sento il battito cardiaco ATTARDARSI,
poi… svanire.
Percepisco uno strano fremito alle ossa...
Ancora un attimo e, finalmente... muovo il primo passo…
Poi è un incedere sicuro…
Ecco sono fuori…
SPARATO NEL BLU.
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From my set, "Cold Press:"
www.flickr.com/photos/motorpsiclist/sets/72157631942231008/
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...Il va vraiment falloir, tôt ou tard, que je passe à autre chose ! Mais que voulez-vous ? J'aime mes spectres !
Composition de photos HDR prises le 1er juillet 2019, rue des Réservoirs, à Alençon, en Normandie.
For the past 2 nights we have had cold dry weather and noticed these glowing green lights amongst the firs and madrone trees in our yard. At first I thought they must be from a neighbors Christmas light display, those projection lights are all the rage this year, but as far as I can tell, that isn't the case.
Bioluminescence fungi may be the reason. Foxfire. Or, could it be glowing green ectoplasm?
En contrebas des remparts d'Alençon, deux spectres éreintés par la canicule naissante semblent profiter d'un peu de fraîcheur à l'ombre des arbres !
Car oui, parfois j'y reviens, à mes fantômes !
Composition de photos HDR prises le 24 juillet 2019, place du Plénître, à Alençon, en Normandie...
There were very few things Alrune, Mage-Governor of Embervale, loved more than the quiet solitude of her study at dawn. The rest of the castle was, at this hour, caught up in the intricate choreography of the staff’s breakfast preparations - a swirling ballet of clattering pans and arguments about eggs.
In less than an hour, her uncle would interrupt her blissful silence, armed with the kind of unwavering politeness that would somehow make refusing breakfast feel like declaring war on her own kitchen staff. And shortly after, the village bell would ring, summoning her to listen to the endless stream of complaints, questions, and deeply inventive interpretations of Imperial Laws presented by the good people of Embervale.
But for now, it was just her, her cats, and the soothing dripping of a gelatinous cube becoming ectoplasmic distillate.
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This is my entry for Brickscalibur's "Capturing Character" category.
Bonus quiz: how many cats does Alrune have?
Real Estate Agent: I am afraid I am required by law to inform you that this house was once the site of the brutal murder of a family of 9 by what seemed to be a group of were-iguana cultists. In addition the apparent apparition of a 9 year old boy in Victorian dress is said to appear regularly in the yard, scream "The true lords of this world are returning, worms!" and then explode into treacle scented ectoplasm. Finally....police say that the neighborhood is the base of operations for a radical demonic sex cult that conduct regular masked blood orgies.
I imagine you would care to look at a more suitable house, far, far away?
The Gambler: The Deuce you say..not on your life! I'll take it! Where do I sign? *slits a vein*
Real Estate Agent: Sir...um...a ballpoint will do fine.
The Gambler: Oh..yes...silly of me.....awwwwkward.
Location: Location : Valmoor (maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Madori%20Bay/232/186/24)
N2250U as United 2796 to Los Angeles (LAX/KLAX) on taxiway ‘ALFA’ for a 34L departure at Sydney Airport... Loving the new livery now I’ve seen it a bit more, and note last pic with a bit of ectoplasm over the wings...
There were very few things Alrune, Mage-Governor of Embervale, loved more than the quiet solitude of her study at dawn. The rest of the castle was, at this hour, caught up in the intricate choreography of the staff’s breakfast preparations - a swirling ballet of clattering pans and arguments about eggs.
In less than an hour, her uncle would interrupt her blissful silence, armed with the kind of unwavering politeness that would somehow make refusing breakfast feel like declaring war on her own kitchen staff. And shortly after, the village bell would ring, summoning her to listen to the endless stream of complaints, questions, and deeply inventive interpretations of Imperial Laws presented by the good people of Embervale.
But for now, it was just her, her cats, and the soothing dripping of a gelatinous cube becoming ectoplasmic distillate.
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This is my entry for Brickscalibur's "Capturing Character" category.
Bonus quiz: how many cats does Alrune have?
‘SUNRISE OR DEPARTURE’ - EMIRATES SYDNEY AIRPORT
What’s your favourite, A6-EVJ doing the long slow taxi out to 34L at Sydney Airport (SYD/YSSY), or getting ectoplasm whilst airborne 34L Sydney Airport (SYD/YSSY) as EK415 to Dubai (DXB/OMDB)???
(Luckily, a clear road to get from ‘The Beach’ across to Sheps Mound, and traffic holding the A380 departure)
Playing around with the sb600, which has gotten more difficult since Jack has taken to giving it occasional kisses depending on where I place it.
Je suis un songe
un ectoplasme
juste un mensonge
un pléonasme
je reste de glace
face à vos spasmes
je ne trouve pas ma place
dans vos fantasmes
sous mon masque de fer
des larmes qui lacèrent
mes anciennes blessures
Bim bam
bim boum
mon coeur susurre
Tout mon être se fissure.....
Paroles : Mozart L' Opéra Rock "Bim bam boum" www.deezer.com/listen-3664987
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