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Fragmented Time is a composite of images licensed from Shutterstock. It shows time as seen by those who suffer from Post Traumatic Stress- a life lived in two worlds at the same time.
2017,Osaka Japan.
Please check my series,”OSAKA STREET FRAGMENTS” www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72157719832072690
"In explore" www.flickr.com/photos/153962322@N05/albums/72
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This is a sculpture piece by Carlos Rolón, who has done some recent Black Lives Matter art that is also really interesting:
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Are you ready? I was told that we should have some snow here in Chicago on Wednesday. I know some of you might not like it but I’m looking forward to it. I like to see some snow on the ground during holiday season. In anticipation I will leave you with this lightly snowy frame of Chicago. What do you think?
After I sorted the elements. // Even then / did the whole assembly / breath the air of separate parts.
(Assemblage - collage: wood, board, cement, paint, 34x28x4 cm)
Na het sorteren / worden de fragmenten samen genomen. // Dan nog ademt / het gehele relief / de lucht van / de afzonderlijke stukken.
Assemblage-collage, hout op board, cement, verf, 34x28x4cm)
in private collection
Since noon, I was camped with my gear to shoot the low flying pelicans and the cormorants. It was almost sunset and the evening hues were upon us. The serene Salton Sea was giving a very beautiful backdrop to my photographs.
But then one of them visitors, her, climbed over with ledge and started walking toward the edge. At one moment I was captured by the light reflecting off her and the evening hues making up for the colors missing off her dress. It was a magical moment for a photographer. I asked her if I can take a few shots, She obliged!
I am usually call myself a landscape and nature photographer and not in photographing people but sometimes landscape, nature and people come together and form a coherent frame you just can't refuse!
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Late Fragment
by Raymond Carver
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Это древнее горное село Камунта, Республика Северная Осетия-Алания. На его территории присутствуют памятки культуры III-V веков. В нем продолжают свою жизнь люди.
На собачью скалу мы приехали за несколько часов до заката. Солнце было еще довольно высоко и единственным спасением от жары были тучи, которые проносились мимо и щедро делились прохладой. Виды с этой скалы открывались потрясающие, но фотографировать я не спешил, а просто стоял и слушал ветер, который перемещал тучи и показывал разные кусочки пейзажа, как мозаику. Окончательно замерзнув, мы решили, что пришло время кофе. Газовая горелка отказывалась разгораться на таком ветру, так что пришлось варить кофе в багажнике машины. До сих пор не могу для себя решить, чему я удивился больше – красивым видам или кофе, сваренному в багажнике машины. В какой-то момент компанию нам составили пара осликов. Неужели пришли на запах кофе? Кормить нам их было нечем, так что мы просто пытались их игнорировать и уворачивались от их внимания. На эту нашу возню с осликами обратила внимание группа девушек, которая уже успела сделать приемлемое количество селфи и не знала, чем себя еще бы занять, ведь уезжать из такого красивого места не хотелось. Они попросили разрешения сделать несколько снимков с осликами, а также спросили, как их зовут. Я был в полном недоумении, с чего они решили, что ослики наши? Да и кто вообще дает имя ослу? Мне на помощь пришел наш проводник. Он заявил, что будет очень рад, если девушки сделают снимки на память с этими прекрасными созданиями и что самого красивого ослика зовут Джанго. Довольные девушки увели от нас осликов, и я наконец-то смог сделать свой кадр.
Подобные приключения нужны хотя-бы раз в год, чтобы осознать что-то новое, по-другому посмотреть на привычные вещи. Это именно те путешествия и впечатления, которые запоминаются на долгое время, а ослик Джанго точно останется в памяти на всю жизнь.
Спасибо, что прочитали.
This is the ancient mountain village of Kamunta, Republic of North Ossetia-Alania. On its territory there are cultural monuments of the 3rd-5th centuries. People continue lives there.
We arrived at Dog Rock a few hours before sunset. The sun was still quite high and the only salvation from the heat were the clouds that rushed past and generously shared the coolness. The views from this rock were stunning, but I was in no hurry to take photographs, but simply stood and listened to the wind, which moved the clouds and showed different pieces of the landscape, like a mosaic. Having completely frozen, we decided it was time for coffee. The gas burner refused to light up in such a wind, so we had to make coffee in the trunk of the car. I still can’t decide for myself what I was more surprised by – the beautiful views or the coffee brewed in the trunk of the car. At some point, a couple of donkeys kept us company. Did they really come by the smell of coffee? We had nothing to feed them, so we just tried to ignore them and dodged their attention. Our fuss with the donkeys was noticed by a group of girls who had already taken a reasonable number of selfies and didn’t know what else to do, because they didn’t want to leave such a beautiful place. They asked permission to take some pictures with the donkeys and also asked what their names were. I was completely bewildered, why did they decide that the donkeys were ours? And who gives a name to a donkey anyway? Our guide came to my aid. He said that he would be very happy if the girls took souvenir photos with these beautiful creatures and that the most beautiful donkey was called Django. Satisfied girls took the donkeys away from us, and I was finally able to take my shot.
Such adventures are needed at least once a year in order to realize something new, to look at familiar things differently. These are exactly the kind of travels and experiences that are remembered for a long time, and Django the donkey will definitely remain in my memory for a lifetime.
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