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Let misty autumn be our part!

The twilight of the year is sweet:

Where shadow and the darkness meet

Our love, a twilight of the heart

Eludes a little time's deceit.

― Ernest Dowson

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It takes courage to lean a life. Any life - Erica Jong

In conditions to die for 46443 works away from the Victoria bridge.

I feel like I am a ghost

Drifting about in my own memories

Why is it that easy

To wander about in the past

Why is it that each recollection

Has become as painful

As an embedded shard of glass

It now seems routine

That I revisit old haunts

I used to know

Closer than my own heart

I have become a paradox of scars

That l live with each day

It is not only blood

That runs in my veins

But a river of loss

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This image is from a series of photographs that I took at Alfriston Church in Sussex, UK, on a cold, windy day in October. I have mentioned before that I felt an unease at this place, and I think the images are a reflection of that. I wondered if anything or anybody could truly be at rest here, as this feeling came from some disturbance older than the church, embedded in the landscape, it seemed to me.

The weather added to my unsettled feeling, the wind swirling around the church, which is positioned on older sacred ground. The landscape seemed to attract as well as repel.

I have chosen to pair this image with Mozart: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626 - I. Introitus. Requiem aeternam. Please click on the link below for an immersive experience.

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I'm going back here soon;

with people I care about;

to sit around talking

and watching the sunset.

I can hold my breath

I can bite my tongue

I can stay awake for days

If that's what you want

Be your number one

I can fake a smile

I can force a laugh

I can dance and play the part

If that's what you ask

Give you all I am

I can do it

I can do it

I can do it

But I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human

I can turn it on

Be a good machine

I can hold the weight of worlds

If that's what you need

Be your everything

I can do it

I can do it

I'll get through it

But I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human

I'm only human

I'm only human

Just a little human

I can take so much

'Til I've had enough

'Cause I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human

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I didn’t expect this.

Not the way a conversation could stretch into hours,

not the way someone could arrive and quietly rearrange my days.

Now there’s that feeling.

The one you get before a message comes through.

The one that sits low in your chest when I see him after work.

Butterflies, steady and unafraid, like they know they belong here.

Trent is affection without performance, intelligence that listens,

a presence that feels chosen, not accidental.

He’s folded into my world so naturally

my friends, my family, my ordinary moments

that loving him feels less like falling

and more like remembering.

This is what it looks like when something real begins.

Soft. Certain. Alive.

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I wanted to hear you

one last time

before I left this shore

*****

The call of the Seagull can be both melancholy or welcoming, depending whether you are leaving or arriving…

Seaford Head, East Sussex, UK.

For this Haiku Poem, I have paired it with Ólafur Arnalds beautiful music, “Only The Winds”.

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I think this concludes my posting frenzy. ;) Sorry about that! I had several images that I wanted to post before November rolls around on Monday. Thank you so much for coming along on the ride with me. x

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After spending an hour in the cozy coffee shop, catching up with friends, you find yourself standing at a crosswalk as everyone leaves. The temperature has dropped significantly to 36°F since you left home and you realize that perhaps you should have dressed more warmly. Based on your body language and expression, you understand the mistake. #streetphotography

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I have rested for a while, my pilgrimage nearly at its end

I constantly seek a connection, my spirit searching for meaning

But often I feel as though I have just missed you

In reaching for you it's as if I am trying too much

You come to me at the point of stillness,

Often when I turn around to say goodbye

And then I see your glory and inspiration

And marvel that I did not see you before

But I was not looking in the right places

Because you were always there beside me

It is as though we have to stop to start

And the pilgrimage just opens our heart

This beautiful detail of a Stained Glass Window in Glynde Church, Sussex, UK of St.Peter’s resting feet made me think of those who undertake a difficult pilgrimage, some going barefoot all the way, and the dedication it takes to do this. Not only that, it was the fact that these feet looked so vulnerable. And this is the meaning of pilgrimage, to make ourselves open and receptive to what thoughts or guidance that might come. It is the journey, rather than the destination that is often important.

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A Flickr friend commented that Olivia has amazingly graceful hands. As an accomplished dancer her hands act to convey emotion. When interviewing her for the modeling position, we discussed how dancers and photographic models both attempt to do the same thing.

Seeing this large increase the impact. Thank you.

Model: Olivia

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I initially had a problem with the making of this shot because It’s a direct compositional copy of an earlier image and to use another photograph as influence (even if it’s my own work) feels like steering a course to a creative plateau, (as I’ve explored in my previous text and don’t wish to replete myself here). However I approached this groyne for a second time, because I was slightly dissatisfied with the conditions in the previous shot and wanted to a secure a more emotive image.

The conditions were as close to perfect as I could have wished for. There was an exceptionally heavy storm filled sky and you could even see the heavy patches of rainfall moving across the horizon. The wind was bitter and strong, wiping up a substantial swell that pounded the beach creating this very long foam trail. There was also a remarkable sunset and unusually I was facing to the north east, not west, so the sun was hitting the clouds from behind me, producing a different feel to one that I’m use to. The colour was indeed phenomenal and I wonder if the sunlight was being defused by the conditions producing such an extensive range of colour in this shot.

Anyway to me this shot feels very different to the last one and it’s a timely reminder that things change. I wonder if I like this shot so much because there is only one static thing in this entire vista and ironically the solitary groyne is humanities way of atempting to stop change.

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Not sure how or why i arrived at this point in processing this image but like the shore-line interaction going on ... it"s always subjective so there is no right or wrong ..