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Something a little different in style and presentation. This was shot open as wide as my 55-200mm VR lens would go and then faded out in Photoshop.
Hope you enjoy this little quiet part of the garden..
Looking like a grey faded ghost with daft luminous sectors 37688 "Great Rocks" is seen struggling with a blown traction motor been pushed by KFC 37418 at Moorgates during the North Yorkshire Moors Excellent Thrashy Claggy Diesel Gala 14/06/2025
As I end this fraction of my Black Gold project/series which reflects on self loathing. I'm extremely grateful for having this model participate in my method/madness, not only did he understand and relate to the concept but he willingly went beyond the call to allow it to be fluid and together we were able to create exactly what I envisioned, exactly what I wrote a couple months ago. "12 years thinking my shade too dark" - understanding yourself is always challenging but the beauty you find in making peace with who you are and how you look isn't only liberating, it's monumental! It's a pivotal part to achieving that eternal pursuit of happiness, the ever changing and elusive. Growing up in a house where I was the only dark one I often wondered how would it be if I was lighter. Would I be pretty? Would I now be attractive? Would I be free of one more stigma? Would the general public love me more? And without me even noticing this transcended into deeper and subconscious personality traits. I started to only see beauty in what was fair and the media only cemented this vision by displaying and monopolizing what shades were deemed alluring, coincidentally the lack of love and appreciation for melanin is exactly what made me love it even more, what made me love me even more. So in this series I've exaggerated complexions to fully explore the contrast in the narrative. In some cases making it exactly as it is, BLACK AND WHITE.
So this series begins with Pride meanders through perspective, decisions and ends with a hopeful fade.
Pride, he stood looking out with all his darkened splendor thinking he could take on the world, thinking he's ready for any challenge but as the look lingers on he begins to experience doubt, a doubt that plays with his mind. Which leads to a myriad of conflicting emotions.
Here's the piece I wrote that started it all.
I look at my skin and I think that it isn’t enough somewhere my hue falls short my shade just isn’t right and therefore my life isn’t worth as much. I look at my skin and I wonder why I hate this shade, was I somehow subconsciously indoctrinated, somewhere I was taught that my shade would never be enough, that it would always be poorly represented, corporately BLACKlisted, aggressively persecuted. I look at this skin and think that there isn’t any beauty in it, I loathe this skin, this skin that acts a certain way, this stereotypical skin, this melanin. I look away from this skin to find acceptable beauty, they must be lighter than me, brighter than me, fairer than me, redder than me, whiter than me. RIGHTER THAN ME. More commercially represented than me. They just mustn’t be me! And even though mama tried to teach me that nothing was wrong with it, I just somehow fail to see, how this could ever be true so with pride in everything other than myself I walk to the sea, to be washed clean, to become a new, fairer, lighter, beautiful me. - Complexion.
I can't wait to be back home and shoot again...
Canon EOS 40D
Canon EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5 USM
Comments welcome...
Faded black paint on weathered metal surface.
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A shot taken looking along Burbage brook from Toad's Mouth, near longshaw Estate in Derbyshire just as the evening light starts to fade.
I had a bet with one of my buddies. He, being a die hard laker fan, and, me, being a die hard celtic fan. Winner of the series, gotta wear the respective winning team's jersey and post it on facebook. What a excruciating loss and but what a series. Until Oct comes around, no more basketball shots. Congratulations LA lakers, boy does it pain me to say that.
The setup shot for this was easy as again, it fit my mood for the night.
strobist:
sb-800 @ 1/4 power in a collapsed umbrella, subject left. triggered by pwiIs.
This festering heap belonged to the alpha male of the local Hells Angels / Harley owners club. He had a Johnny Depp Pirates of the Caribbean thing going on, as he wore a red and white spotted bandana under his crash helmet. When parked, he swapped the helmet for a pork pie hat, complete with studded band and feathers. Adds to the local colour.
A once proud home on the Eastern Plains of Colorado is slowly fading into history with each passing season. This home has the earmarks of the classic prairie home complete with the rocking chairs on the front porch. Colorado has a tendency to remember it's rich mining heritage at the expense of the wonderful history of the high plains.
This area has a rich history and was once the home of the Cheyenne Indian nation. They hunted the Buffalo on these plains and the grasslands provided everything they needed. Farmers now surround the fading town and a mill now dominates the landscape. Soon this town will be lost to Colorado and it's rich history will be forgotten and as Coloradans we will lose a little bit of our soul.
Texas Photo Festival 2010, Smithville, TX
Continuing with the theme of downtown Smithville, here is an image of a faded advertisement from long ago. I was drawn by the layers of painted signs. The light and shadows that forms a star pattern occurred naturally.
Another time it might have been so different
Oh if only we could do it all again
But now, it's just another fading memory
Out of focus, though the outline still remains
So far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives,
So remember...
Like the story that we wish was never ending
We know sometime we must reach that final page
And still we carry on just pretending
That there'll always be just one more day to go
So far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
So remember...
Another chance hello, another goodbye
And so many things we'll never see again
Oh, The days of life that seemed so unimportant
They seem to matter now, but to count much later on
So far away, away, fading distant lights
Leaving us all behind, lost in a changing world
And you know that these are the days of our lives
Remember
Fading Mask by Haveit Neox
On display at Berg by Nordan Art, Second Life-Jan 3 to Mar 31, 2016
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Nordan%20om%20Jorden/155/2...
Wearing its First Barbie 2 "fades" is First Somerset and Avon Carlyle bodied Dart 46002 H802GDV. This was new as North Devon (Red Bus) 802 that with sister 801 were purchased as Cawlett's first new full sized vehicles for a DCC tendered service.
It later moved to Southern National and gained apple green and cream and then ended up in fades when seen outside Taunton depot in 2004.
Wild apple blossoms .. past their prime but I love the colors of soft green and dark green .. fading to summer.
Dozens of locomotives of all kind sit dead in storage at BNSF’s Northtown Yard, some of these locomotives yet wearing the schemes of their predecessor railroads.
Above the deadline one faded warrior can be seen, B40-8W 558, still wearing its ATSF warbonnet paint and in active service, a rarity nowadays.
I think I love them just as much as they start to fade. Every year, their appearance just makes me so happy. Growing tulips in the desert isn't the easiest thing but most years, we manage to make it work. PA - routine. I am out every morning looking to see what is new in the garden. I couldn't believe my tulips started to bloom before I got home from our trip.
Bodie, California.
The Bodie cemetery with the ghost town and gold ore processing mill in the background. Bodie had such a bad reputation for its climate, working conditions and rowdy inhabitants that one girl wrote in her diary upon learning of her family's decision to move there: "Good-bye God, I'm going to Bodie." Bodie's population peaked at 10,000 in the year of 1880 and declined to 30 by 1921 as the veins of gold ore played out.
more info on its history here:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bodie,_California
textures by ghostbones/skeletalmess and playingwithbrushes
Five minutes later......and as the sun edges closer to the horizon the pinks give way to an orange glow.
Enjoy the end of the week. Back to work in the am....so catch up later. Cheers D&J.