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Zibska Evo X Noir Pack Vol 03 06
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[TNK] PARADOX HAT GOLD
Available in 5 colors (gold, silver, red, brown and black)
[TNK] ARCANE ENFORCER MASK / GRUNGE GOLD
Available in 5 colors (gold clasic, gold experience, gunge gold, jinxed)
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::GB::Vintage Suit / Black
Sintiklia - Hair Shay - Blacks&whites
SUOH STEAMPUNK10 AND 11 @ GIFT in SL19B Exhibitor June 16th to July 5th
STEANPUNK POSE Nº 3
"The smartest men, they built a rocket
Aimed it at a target far, far, far away
But by the time they knew they lost it
It was a long way, was a long way, was a long way
We’re a long way, we’re a long way, we’re a long way off
The erudite composed a thesis
Everything we see is all, all, all there is
But as an apophatic mystic
We’re a long way, we’re a long way, we’re a long way
We’re a long way, we’re a long way, we’re a long way off
When the waves of time
Wash the shores stark clean
Of the memories, the last of me
With my castles gone to the constant sea
Will you stay with me
Stay with me"
-Gungor
Here's an impression of the rear of Newhall Mill, a still functioning water mill complete with mill pond, which used to be a favourite place for Marnie and I to walk past. So yesterday, we went there for the first time in well, I can't remember how many months as I couldn't walk that far.
We decided to walk down the steps just past here to a field leading us back to the main path to take us to the car park. Little did we realise how much mud there was ! In places, I found it hard to pull my boot out of the gunge. Marnie's legs were black ! It hadn't rained for a long time, we weren't expecting that !
~ Processed in Topaz Impression ~
Thanks for having a look everyone, I hope you like my 'artistic impression' (makes a change for me these days) ! 😄
Eileen dress courtesy of Aleutia
Kaylee skin courtesy of Ys&Ys
Eyes courtesy of Ys&Ys
*Lelutka* JuliaWater Small LowTail brows courtesy of Simple Bloom @ eBento
This month at Uber Dirty Princess has gone gunge with Dark Knight Princess. This set is going to make you ferel like you just walked out of the 90's grunge scene with the unraveling denim skirt and the worn black denim top. Lets not forget the finger gloves with the thick metal bracelets. This set is hot and filthy in all the right ways. Made for the maitreya, legacy, and v tech bodies the chunky industrial clasp and belts simply complete the look. So stop on down at ber and try out Dirty Princesses Dark Knight Princess for yourself.
For a full list of credits check out my blog:
Dave and Lee were both peering into dusty looking bags, brows furrowed, pulling out metallic black objects with bits of glass on them. These, I explained to them, were cameras. Their cameras in fact. “Do you remember cameras?” I asked. It was the pair of them that dragged me into this hobby. They looked a bit confused at this question and carried on talking about the football season that by now was all but finished for another year. “Would Ollie Watkins leave the Villa Lee? Apparently he’s a boyhood Arsenal fan and the Gunners desperately need to beef up their striking options.” Lee decided not to be too worried about the prospect of his team’s centre forward leaving for pastures new in the summer. “What’s this thing again?” “It’s a camera. You bought it on eBay, remember? What have you got now? Ooh a Pentax. You haven’t had a Pentax before have you?”
Getting these two to make themselves available at the same time and come out to play for an evening used to be so simple. Ten years ago, we’d be racing home from work, piling into Lee’s trusty old red Renault Kangoo (or Kenneth as he fondly called him), and pottering off to the coast for sunset, where Lee and I would usually end up pitching our tripods on the same square yard of rock in front of the lighthouse or whatever, and Dave, fine art degree at Liverpool Polytechnic and all, would ignore the obvious subject and wander off to do something interestingly creative with a thicket of brambles or a patch of nuclear green gunge in the shallows. If we were statistical samples, Dave would pretty much always be the outlier, and he’d usually produce what Lee and I would grudgingly concede was the shot of the night.
Nowadays, these gatherings have become almost as impossible as herding cats. Whenever I would attempt to wake up the Whatsapp group, one would be responsive and make appropriate noises while the other would remain electronically taciturn and a general sense of inertia would crawl across the entire enterprise once again. They’d take turns at being Mr Positive and Mr Ignoramus and I’d give up and go out on my own. Over the past three or four years these regular outings had almost all but died, replaced by flurries of shutter activity on the occasional residential field trip outside the county. The team at Morrison’s Cafe in Buxton are still counting the profits from our visit to the Peak District last May. Even now, we had one planned for Dartmoor in a couple of weeks, but Dave’s employers have decided to launch two new products at once, despite being short of key personnel, and he’s had to bail on the month entirely. So now we’re hoping to go at the start of September, when the colours should be a bit more interesting, and just before I head to Sweden for another photography jolly. It’s a busy old life you know.
But on Monday there was a pleasing sense of enthusiasm as the pair of them arrived and piled into my car - Kenneth is sadly long gone - for the short trip to Godrevy. Maybe we’d go down to Porth Nanven in a month or so when the white nights are here, we agreed. The field car park was open until nine, so we pulled up in front of the sea, where we sat, catching up with each other’s news. I wondered whether either of them would take the next step and actually get out of the car before it was time to go to the pub. Eventually we descended the steps down to the rocks to the right of the beach, where the tide was full. Late April is a good time to take a shot here when the sea is all over the foreground and the sun is creeping into the left hand side of the frame. But not so much when there are people everywhere. We moved on to where I really wanted to go this evening. The scramble down the cliff. “Remember that time we came down here when there was an amazing sunset?” “Yes, that was the first time we found this spot. Got some great shots that night but I deleted all my raw files afterwards.” That was ten years ago in fact. I don’t delete raw files anymore - not unless they’re complete duds.
An hour later, in time honoured fashion, Lee and I were standing on the same patch of rock taking more or less exactly the same shot, while Dave was a hundred yards to our left, facing in the opposite direction and shooting the sea moving in and out of a deep gully, although he’d forgotten his step up ring and couldn’t use his filters. “Do either of you by any chance have a 67-72?” We didn’t, but we each agreed that we might have one lying around somewhere at home, which wasn’t much use now. All was well in the world - well except for Dave not having brought all of his kit with him. He says he hasn’t got anything worth sharing, while Lee declared he was going to take another look. He at least must have an image to post here. He was standing in the same place as me, using the same filters. As for Dave, he’ll suddenly decide he’s got a masterpiece after all. We’re used to this reticence in demonstrating his genius in the editing suite. We await with bated breath. Will either of them post an image for the first time in forever?
It was time for the pub, three pints of Sea Fury and the customary appraisal of one another’s images from the evening. Dave left his camera in the car. He’s obviously still warming up. At least we were all out together again. That’s the best thing about it. A jolly boy’s outing to Godrevy on a beautiful spring evening with the entire summer ahead of us, and the prospect of more to follow soon.
Many, many years ago when I worked in an office all of the incoming mail had to be date stamped. The stamp was similar to this one but was always gunged up with ink. A messy job that always fell to the office junior.
This reflecting pool is in the central plaza behind the Utah State Capitol building. Most photographs I've seen of this pool capture the reflection of the capitol building itself. While these make fine photographs, a walk around the pool with an open mind and a photographer's eye reveals a rich store of potential images just waiting to be captured. This is one of them. I liked it. Your mileage may vary.
For any point of view, the lighting combinations here offer an inexhaustable supply of images. I am thankful this can be done with digital photography. If I was shooting film, I would go broke. Perhaps, one day, I will come here and shoot a picture on film just to prove it can still be done.
7 exposures, 7 stops, ISO 100, 20mm lens, HDR using Photomatix Pro 32 bit, adjustments in Adobe Photoshop Elements 8. The gray tones in this image were natural. The sky was very hazy and the interior of this plaza had not yet received sun other than through the small opening seen in the background. In short, there is very little color to work with and HDR simply brought up the detail out of the shadows.
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fearfully and wonderfully and beautifully made
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you.
For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made
-Psalm 139:11-14
Forty three.
If you look into the doorway of this abandoned Union Pacific caboose, you'll see a cot with blankets and a gallon of milk sitting on the floor. Nighttime temperatures in Ogden, Utah, (Dec 2012) have been running 17 deg F (-8 C) on many nights. Other cars in this area also seem to be used by the homeless as shelters. In paricular, see:
www.flickr.com/photos/cliff_77/3695404696/
This car is located at the south end of the Union Station in Ogden, Utah. Other cars are on display here. I am not so sure that this car is intended for display but it is there nonetheless.
A search for "Ogden homeless Utah" only shows 10 photographs in Flickr.
Nikon Coolpix P4, 3 exp, 1/3 stop, HDR by Photomatix Pro 32 bit, adjustments by Adobe Photoshop Elements 8.
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Stage crew 'Bought' the RAG chairperson Wendy at the RAG slave auction. She was told all we wanted to do was suspend her in the truss for a short while. Whilst in the air we wheeled in a tank of gunge, and had the pleasure of dropping her in it.....
The mid-afternoon winter sun casts long shadows on this Victorian-style farm house on Wheeler Farm.
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It's amazing how, when using a macro lens, you discover all the little bits of fluff and dust. This is the spring from out of a ball point pen.
I have invested in a couple of colour changing LED lights for illuminating shots like this one
TT123, TT126 and 9317 work loaded Pacific National coal train MR938 towards Sandy Hollow.
Tuesday 10th September 2024
Woke up this Sunday thinking about my friend Jesse who recently passed away. When we were in the college gospel choir he played us this song...
Fly by The Michael Gungor Band
Hair - Foxy Lucid Hair for the Kustom9 event
Lipstick - Purple Beauty Plena Lipstick V1 Collection (Lelutka Evolution) for the Belle event
Outfit - BLONDS Trixie Knit Set for the Dubai event
Books - Dust Bunny blossom books
Always faithful, always good
You still have me
You still have my heart
I'm growing now, reevaluating, learning to be patient and to fight for the most important things.
I'm weak, it's true. But I'll be strong one of these days, and until then I'm alive. Alive.
Yesterday, today, and God willing tomorrow. I'm breathing and living and that in itself is a beautiful thing.
I'm here, just not as often as I'd like.
School found a way to take over Flickr, which has all but killed the freedom I had in posting photos here. It's disappointing and a little frustrating to have that taken away. This stream of photos and thoughts no longer feels like mine. Less than three months though, and none of that will matter.
I'll be home.
Did a lot of sliding to gunge this one up.... a nice remote area in the CA desert on the drive back from Iron Mountain Divisional Camp. Happy Sliders Sunday!
Lay back and enjoy the feeling of your body absorbing the minerals, nutrients and cultures in this especially created mud bath
As the sun begins to dip behind the mountain range, XRN017, GWU010 and XRN028 work empty coal train UL247 away from Sandy Hollow heading for Ulan.
Tuesday 10th September 2024
"I am dust; Constellations made of us" (from "I Am Mountain", Gungor)
At a recent local photo event, I got to photograph models in black light. I really liked this makeup and pose. More to come. :)
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This is a Freemason's Past Master's Masonic apron. The Worshipful Master, at the end of his year, is presented with an apron like this. Unless again elected to the East, he will never again wield the gavel in charge of the craft.
Looks great on black - press "L" to better observe the Secrets of Freemasonry.
This is the first of a series of still life compositions in this theme that I hope to do.
7 exposure HDR Grunged in Photomatix Pro, black and white conversion in Adobe Photoshop Elements 8. I had the white balance set wrong for the lighting but, to make it really bad, I had the ISO set at 1600. The color version was really-really-really strange but the BW version came out quite interesting.
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Watermelon
Izmir, Turkey, July 2015
FUJI XT1 + 35MM F1.4
Fotógrafo/Photographer: Javier Castillo
www.javiercastillofotografo.com
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thanks to Tuna Güngör Arts & Travels, great information, wonderful places, an amazing experience with Tuna Güngör
Taken ages ago but re-uploaded for a little article I'm putting together.
It took a bit of adjusting to get the shadows right and there was a fair bit of Gunge on the glass that needed some careful cloning....
HSS!
Colliford Coven 🔥
Witches gather around nature’s cauldron at sunset or so it seemed!
The very low water level revealed an uncanny circle of mysterious dead trees resembling some sort of haunting ceremony around a fiery pool. (or am I overreacting with all the medication haha )
This is not my usual clean shot but I had to post it to tell the story.
Please read on if you have a minute...it may make you smile.
Liz and I sat in the car sipping tea from enamel mugs under dark skies with the occasional downpour watching and waiting for a cloud break. I could see the dead trees I wanted to photograph by the lakeside and was always hopeful for a dramatic sunset.
What did baffle me was the same camper-vans and cars driving and stopping in all the parking areas around the lake, almost as though they were following a rota. I noticed they were all older men on their own! Rumour has it that Colliford has a reputation for this. Blimey!
A smartly dressed well groomed chap parked his camper next to me and saw I was setting up my camera. He approached me with his swept back bleached blond hair and shiny face to explain he was looking for a rare bird. Yikes! I was a little uncertain of his friendliness and bird story so didn’t respond so he soon gingerly returned to his ‘ride’. The strange mans behaviour was a little odd as he unfolded a large map that stretched across the full windscreen so he could hide behind it. Minutes later, off he went to the next parking area further along the lake. I was suspicious now because a middle aged guy in a Spyder sports car was acting the same way flitting around the lake and it seemed he was following the camper.
Minutes later, “Oh, here comes another map reading camper driver” who proceeded to slowly do a lap and off he went. “Had I given a secret signal by mistake”. I didn’t get my map out!
Anyway, back to photography, there was a gap in the sky on the horizon. Kitted out for bad weather we headed down through a field in the rain towards the lake.
Looking back I noticed the two campers were back but together this time. Funny that!
The water level looked so low and the lake revealed some great looking dead trees surrounding a pond. I carefully made my way down through the mud with the tripod. “Oh dear!” I shouted (or something similar) as my foot disappeared under the mud and over the top of my wellie. Liz took my tripod then tried to pull me out by my hand but I was much too heavy. There was no way of pulling my wellie out because my other foot was sinking too. I asked her to quickly gather some wooden branches and lay them down over the quick-mud so I had leverage to pull my sunken leg out. No chance! It was stuck-fast as continued to sink further into ‘Swampsville’. Both of us slightly panicking and my heart pumping from the exertion I decided to haul my foot out of the wellie. With both hands and one foot planted in the black smelly gunge I pulled myself free. My sodden mud laden sock flopped about on my foot and my expensive gloves were full of black gritty slime. Utilising the collected branches as a platform and using both hands I pulled and wriggled the wellie in the dense wet mud which luckily came out with a ‘pop’ and a splatter. Panting for breath I crawled to hard ground and stripped off all the gear that was caked in the black stench. In threw my sock and gloves in a pile feeling slightly angry but relieved. It looked like I was wearing a black ankle sock for a few days where the mud had stained my skin. Thank goodness for my SAS training. “Yeah right, more like Mr Bean”.
Never one for giving up on a photo shoot, I noticed the sun had dropped and burst through the clouds. I hadn’t even taken a photo yet after the great escape haha! After a few shots I started to find the whole scenario rather funny. It’s a good job I wasn’t on my own though because I’m sure I would of needed the fire brigade to pull me out. “Slightly embarrassing“.
Anyway, the light was fantastic and quite dramatic as it lit up the lake and cast tree shadows across mud. It looked like the trees were burnt out from a roaring lake fire. Happy now, I put the pile of stinky clothes into a polythene bag and squelched back to the car.
Many more camper-vans had turned up as it went dark and someone of them probably witnessed my trouser change to Liz’s amusement. “Nice bum” she said laughing. Grrrrr!
A “Stuck in the Mud” moment to add to the many escapades.
As for Colliford lake, the rumours may be truei!
Can't wait to get messy again at some point this year. The photo shown is from September 2019 the last time I did a messy shoot and gunge myself in custard swamped myself in it clothes ruined so much fun so want to do it again. If one of you girls would to join me that would so much fun as well. Wanna try more sweet foods to get messy in or get some gunge and ruin an outfit.
I know this not to everyone taste but it one of my fetishes that like to do from time to time no hard feelings xx ♥️♥️
MKSG Doctor Strange - Black Magic: Issue #0
He wanders slowly through a dark, murky place, completely unrecognisable. Green veiny vines cover every surface and a sticky black liquid shines from them.
As he walks, something hits his foot. He lifts up the item, an old book, smothered in gunge. With his Cloak of Levitation, he wipes off the cover; The Darkhold. Scared and afraid; the man drops it.
*THUD*
He then sees a figure moving towards him through the thick, black smog. He violently back up against a wall, made of metal bars, as the figure approaches.
“So good to see you, Stephen” the voice says. It’s familiar but he doesn’t have time to focus on that. The vines surrounding him close in, snagging his Cloak of Levitation away from him. His legs fail him and he shouts in pain as the vines wrap around his throat. He can’t breathe! He’s suffocati…!
He awakens.
Stephen Strange sits violently upright in bed, frantically breathing and dripping with sweat from head to toe. Another nightmare. But this one was much different, and much worse. He doesn't remember most of it, but he's shaken. He pulls off the covers and attempts to stand, only to fail and fall to his knees, trembling. He lies down on the ground, moving his spasming arm towards his forehead. He takes his own temperature with his spasming fingers: freezing.
“God sakes” he mutters, pulling himself to his feet and waving his hands about until he grasps the Cloak of Levitation. Putting it on and gliding to the bathroom, it only occurs to him then that he can literally produce light from his hands at any moment, given how he is the Sorcerer Supreme of the Earth dimension. He’s still getting used to it.
Using his telekinetic skills to save his strength, Stephen runs the cold water tap to fill up his pristine bathroom sink in his not so pristine apartment. Even Kamar-Taj doesn’t pay minimum wage but that doesn't stop him from being a germaphobe.
'Why was this one so bad and so different? The meds from Wong had been helping' he ponders to himself until the sink fills.
Now standing up with his own strength and turning off the tap, Stephen dunks his head into the moderate amount of water. As he does so, his latest nightmare flashes before his eyes!
“Hello Stephen!” an all too familiar voice says, echoing through his head. Stunned, his stance slips and his knees give way again.
'It can’t be her, she’s gone' he reassures himself. 'It must be PTSD or… or something'
As Stephen was yet to find out, it was indeed something else entirely.