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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.
Life, it seems, will fade away
Drifting further, every day
Getting lost within myself
Nothing matters, no one else
I have lost the will to live
Simply nothing more to give
There is nothing more for me
Need the end to set me free
Things not what they used to be
Missing one inside of me
Deathly loss, this can't be real
Cannot stand this hell I feelEmptiness is filling me
To the point of agony
Growing darkness, taking dawn
I was me, but now he's gone
No one but me
Can save myself, but it's too late
Now I can't think
Think why I should even try
Yesterday seems
As though it never existed
Death greets me warm
Now I will just say goodbye
Goodbye... Metallica
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.
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
Feel the rain like an English summer
Hear the notes from a distant song
Stepping out from a backdrop poster
Wishing life wouldn't be so long
Devenir gris
We fade to grey (fade to grey)
We fade to grey (fade to grey)
We fade to grey (fade to grey)
Devenir gris
This rather tired Foden artillery tractor was seen at Wight Military & Heritage Museum, Cowes, Isle of Wight.
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.
Due to a busy family life I only get brief chances to take images. Was pruning this old Cosmos plant and saw this interesting flower head and new a retro look would suit it.
Shot with Canon 60D and Lensbaby Composer Pro.