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I want to hold the hand inside you
I want to take a breath that's true
I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth
You live your life, you go in shadows
You'll come apart and you'll go blind
Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there
Fade into you
Strange you never knew
Fade into you
I think it's strange you never knew
A beautiful collection of trees I found in the snowy forests of Northern California. We don't often get to see scenes like these in our neck of the woods, but when we do, we cherish them. I crawled in thigh deep snow to get to these trees and broke my tripod trying to push it down into the snow, but I feel like the experience was still worth it.
The faded roses of my birthday flower bouquet my Mum gave me last week.Or rather the week before that, as it's already Sunday by now. I've uploaded this image a few days ago already but kept it private as I wasn't sure whether I really wanted to keep it or not. But I don't really have anything else at the moment, I'm trying to cut back on my computer/post processing time a bit to make time for some other things again :-).
They're looking a bit sorry by now (and even sorrier by now, another 3 days later) and I really should bin them (and I'm going to today) but somehow they look a bit like how I feel at the moment. Sort of pffffffffffffffffffffffffff. Looking forward to my birthdays less and less these days.
Souls to revive us
Or rot us away
Want for the weary
And death for the sane
Cursed yet we listen
For bells left to toll
To fight back the depths of
Humanity's soul
For the unkindled
We look to the sun
Cities in gold
All the victories won
Fear not the dark
Or the monsters, my friend
And brace for the feast
Of humanity's end
Born of graves and left below
Painted ashes, painted snow
When the dark awakens
Fires of our last hope are getting low
Souls of gods and souls of men
Meet in cinders to ascend
Fate has chosen
And our fading light is at its end
Taken @ Sunny's Photo Studio - {Backdrop 5}
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Credits -
{The White Crow} - Little Nightmares Book
{GUHIT} - Millennium Eye
{TOKSIK} - Bloodlust Set
{Contraption} - Highwayman Shadow's Set
{Arbalest} - Workshop Blunderbuss
Morning sun shining through tulips that are past their prime. I like the softer focus and hues and I was pleased with the composition so am submitting to 7 DOS, Members Gallery, Shiny Saturday and to Flickr Golf Club for your viewing pleasure :-) View On Black
Thank you Flickr friends for your kind thoughts and prayers for my family. My dad is home from the hospital and his pain was caused by a flare-up in an arthritic spine and not a heart attack. I have both parents set up at home with an aide and have returned to Phoenix with a less heavy heart. Your kind words, emails and calls have been wonderful to receive. Thank you!!
This photo is dedicated to all of you, especially those of you who are experiencing illness in your own families. The living eventually fade, but even in their fading, they are still beautiful. So it is with all of us. Remember to be kind---it is not an easy process to age.
with greater distance there comes less clarity to the observer - nothing however has faded it only seems so....
CAST
Marina Vita: TB
Tristan Vita: Erebus
Costume Design: Bailey
Hairstyle: Bailey
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THIRTEEN There is someone walking behind you
(Night has cloaked the forest in silence when Mari and Tristan finally return to the cabin, laughing at some shared joke as they go inside.)
Mari:
You should consider a career change. You had the whole karaoke crowd on their feet.
Tristan:
Okay, starting tomorrow, me and a karaoke machine are hitting the road.
Mari:
I'll be your backup singer/dancer.
Tristan:
You're already a dip-n-daub superstar. You don't wanna give that up.
Mari:
(mirth fading) Tris, I have to tell you about something that happened. And I want you to know, it's going to sound crazy.
Tristan:
Have you already formed a rival band?
Mari:
This is serious.
Tristan:
(seeing her expression) Yeah, it looks like it is. C'mon, let's sit. (guides her to the sofa, and they sit)
Mari:
It's like I don't know how to start.
Tristan:
Take your time.
Mari:
(takes a deep breath) Remember when I called you during that sabbatical I took, after -- (she trails off, unwilling to talk about the tragedy that sent her on sabbatical)
Tristan:
(takes one of her hands) Yeah, I remember. You said you were having trouble focusing, that it wasn't working out the way you'd hoped.
Mari:
That was an understatement. (sighs, looking at the hand he's holding) For a moment, it was like it was today, where I felt, you know, normal. I started a canvas, and it felt right, but then -- (sighs again) Okay, this is the crazy part.
Tristan:
(giving her hand a small squeeze) I'm not going anywhere.
Mari:
It felt like someone was staring at me. I was alone in my suite. I had the French doors open, so I could look across the ocean, and I still felt this ... pressure on the back of my neck. When I turned around, thinking a maid might have come around to change the linens, but was afraid to interrupt me, nobody was there. (she gives a little laugh) I made myself jump, though, because I caught my reflection in the mirror on the opposite wall.
Tristan:
Yeah, I've seen you when you're annoyed. I'd have jumped too. (they both chuckle a little)
Mari:
I thought it was all in my head, but I started to feel that way almost everywhere I went. Tris, I never caught anyone actually staring at me, and it even happened when I was alone, but I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. And then I started having dreams, and you were in them, but it wasn't really you. I'm hearing how crazy I sound as I'm saying this.
Tristan:
I've heard crazier.
Mari:
When I got home, the feeling went away. I couldn't paint, but I didn't feel watched -- until ... (her voice trails off as she looks toward the canvas) I've been having nightmares again.
Tristan:
I know --
Mari:
No, not like before, at the beginning. These nightmares are like the ones I had at the retreat, where it's you, or someone else, and things seem normal, then they spiral into horrible things. (shakes her head) And the paintings I did that Walter likes so much -- I just ... I don't know. I think they're part of it, somehow.
Tristan:
Part of being stalked?
Mari:
No, yes ... (sighs) When I was looking at the painting, I caught a glimpse of it in the mirror -- and that feeling just came over me, in a horrible rush, just like it did at the ocean. I haven't been able to shake it -- well, except when I was out in the meadow, and when we went into town. (she slowly looks around the room) Even now, it's as if there's someone here with us ... watching ... listening ...
(A strange whispering slithers around the cabin.)
Mari:
Did you -- hear something?
Tristan:
Like a -- snake, maybe?
(They slowly rise from the sofa, staying close as they look around the cabin. Just then, the cabin door bangs open, a rush of wind surging into the cozy room, and both Mari and Tristan jump, Mari even giving a little scream while Tristan makes a small sound like, "gah!" Then they both start laughing.)
Tristan:
Sorry, sorry. I didn't close it all the way.
(He leaves the sofa, going to the door, glancing outside before closing it with an extra shove, and locking it. He returns to Mai, who's getting up, and they grin at each other.)
Mari:
If I have a nightmare tonight, I'm blaming it on you. (teases Tristan)
Tristan:
(holding up his hands) And if I do, I'll blame me, too.
(And the couple make their way to the bedroom.)
By now we have had grey and overcast weather for nearly 3 weeks.
Here we have had around 2 hours sunshine in that time... so everything have faded.
Zürich, 15 seconds at Neumühlequai.
2024 is fading. Hope you had a good year. Have a good start into the new year!
The sad part of this picture: the Zurich municipal council decided to cut all of those pretty old 63 chestnut trees to have room for a temporary traffic lane during some reconstruction. People submitted a petition to keep the trees. Let's see.
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Taken with my Sony SLT a65V with my Tamron SP AF60mm f/2 DI II LD (IF) 1:1 macro lens
As we're leaving North Uist today and heading back to South Wales, Faded love by Willie Nelson and Ray Price is fine for a last Hosta sunset for a few months. We've booked two weeks again in June next year, can't wait.
Into the Golden Awakening: Transiting the Waikiki Channel at Dawn
The night air still carries the cool, rich scent of damp earth and mountain fern drifting down from the Koʻolau Range, but the eastern horizon is already undergoing a violent, magnificent transformation. Long before the golden rim of the sun crests the deep Pacific swell, the sky erupts in bruised indigos, fiery tangerines, and luminous amber that melt seamlessly into the dark silhouettes of Waikiki’s waking skyline.
Aboard the 39-foot cutter Aria, the atmosphere is quiet, focused, and charged with anticipation. Every halyard is secured, every winch checked twice. Today, the endless horizon calls us south.
Threading the Needle through the Reef
Before we can feel the unhindered heave of the open ocean, we must thread the narrow, submerged maze of the Waikiki channel. The coral heads loom like pale shadows beneath the surface, guarded by the restless surge of the Pacific swell wrapping around Diamond Head.
The channel demands absolute respect. In the dim light of dawn, the water shifts from deep navy over the trench to a vibrant, electric turquoise where the reef rises to meet the breaking waves.
With the auxiliary engine humming a steady rhythm beneath the sole, we line up our transit bearings. The iconic silhouette of Lēʻahi (Diamond Head) towers over our starboard quarter, its ancient volcanic ridge catching the very first horizontal rays of dawn. The air is alive with the low drone of morning offshore breezes and the distant, rhythmic boom of surf crashing against the outer reef barrier.
We steer carefully between the markers, watching the depth sounder tick downward—18 feet, 15 feet, 12 feet—before the bottom suddenly drops away into the welcoming, ink-dark abyss of the open blue. We are clear of the reef.
Setting Sail for the Christmas Islands
With open water ahead, we kill the engine. The sudden silence is profound, broken only by the gentle hiss of foam rushing along the hull and the crisp, cracking flutter of canvas as we hoist the mainsail. As the mainsheet is trimmed hard and the genoa unfurls to catch the steady, building trade winds, Aria heels over gracefully, finding her groove.
Our bow points south-southeast. Ahead lies a vast, unforgiving, and deeply beautiful wilderness: a 1,200-mile offshore passage across the equator toward Kiritimati (Christmas Island), the world's largest coral atoll.
Passage Details
Departure Point: Honolulu, Oahu (Waikiki Channel)
Destination: Kiritimati (Christmas Island), Line Islands
Estimated Distance: ~1,250 Nautical Miles
Current Conditions at sea: NE Trade winds 15–18 kts, Seas 3–5 ft, Dawn twilight
As the sun finally breaks free of the cloud deck, flooding the ocean with molten gold, the last twinkling lights of Honolulu fade into memory. Out here, time is measured not by hours, but by watch changes, stellar navigation, and the endless rhythm of wind and wave. Sheets are trimmed, the wind vane is engaged, and the great blue adventure begins.
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The dog roses - rosa canina are long gone, but their foliage prolonged their beauty well into autumn as they faded away in colourful and decorative ways.
"Per un vero fotografo una storia non è un indirizzo a cui
recarsi con delle macchine sofisticate e i filtri giusti.
Una storia vuol dire leggere, studiare, prepararsi.
Fotografare vuol dire cercare nelle cose quel che uno ha capito
con la testa. La grande foto è l'immagine di un'idea."
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