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Happy Valentine´s Day

Cover photo in the group The Galaxy & Stars 1 (P1/C5 - No Spiders, No Snakes) and the group Covert Painters & Photoshop Artists

This is obviously not a Standard Camera Lens, or it's not even a lens. It's a glass bowl having many circles.[I know you can guess 😊]

I just imagine how an apple would look like if it were on the lens of a camera 😊, probably on a bigger lens.

Speaking of threshold and border with my friend @rossoindia

 

The limit is the organizing element of the world but also the tool that man has given himself to tame his fear: the infinite.

 

LEE Big Stopper

LEE 1.2 ND Grad Hard

LEE 0.6 ND Grad Hard

Model: Mihailsk

 

Moving forwards, using all my breath

Making love to you was never second best

I saw the world thrashing all around your face

Never really knowing it was always mesh and lace

 

I'll stop the world and melt with you

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time

There's nothing you and I won't do

I'll stop the world and melt with you

 

(You should know better)

Dream of better lives the kind which never hate

(You should see why)

Trapped in the state of imaginary grace

(You should know better)

I made a pilgrimage to save this humans race

(You should see why)

Never comprehending the race had long gone by

 

I'll stop the world and melt with you

(Let's stop the world)

You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time

(Let's stop the world)

There's nothing you and I won't do

(Let's stop the world)

I'll stop the world and melt with you

 

The future's open wide

 

(Let's stop the world)

I'll stop the world and melt with you

(Let's stop the world)

I've seen some changes but it's getting better all the time

(Let's stop the world)

 

My Jam

Because looks can be deceiving

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.

 

Late Fragment | Raymond Carver's epitaph

The moon was at its fullest on Holy Thursday but on Good Friday, it still looked round to the naked eye. Photographed while eating a fishy pizza at the Bay Area, Mall of Asia, April 10.

 

Full Moon and Empty Arms - Frank Sinatra

 

Full moon and empty arms,

The moon is there for us to share,

But where are you?

A night like this could weave a memory,

And every kiss could start a dream for two.

 

Full moon and empty arms,

Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon,

And next full moon,

If my one wish comes true,

My empty arms will be filled with you.

 

Full moon and empty arms,

Tonight I'll use the magic moon to wish upon,

And next full moon,

If my one wish comes true,

My empty arms will be filled with you.

"The imaginary world has always been the most fun place for me to be."

Quote ― Claire Forlani

 

Magic surrounds us…….and believe me, this photo is just straight out of my camera ;-))

Disposable for print in every size

GIMP and DDG enhanced artwork

 

Abstract Version

Enhanced with Deep Dream Generator

  

Everybody has got

an imaginary universe

The imaginary universe

can't exist because

it is only

in the fantasy

The imaginary universe

teaches to preserve

and to use

gently the fantasy

because the fantasy

is a refined

thing

Not everyone can

live in the

imaginary universe

The imaginary universe

is something new

In the imaginary

universe there are

a lot of

good sensations

To be in

the imaginary universe

We must have

the purity of

the conscience

In the imaginary

universe the freedom

is a priority

The heroes don't

exist in the

imaginary universe because

we are all

a bit heroes

In the imaginary

universe there are

many ancient and

fabulous stories

 

by Laura arwen Monday, December 5, 2016

Leica M8, Voigtlaender 35/1.4 (image has been cropped). Henry Moore's bronze sculpture Double Oval (1966) seen through the gap of his bronze Two Piece Reclining Figure: Points (1969). It is perhaps helpful to clarify that I am not saying that, here, the topography is "imaginary" and outside it is not. Whatever we humans do and wherever we go, we always subject what is out there to our imagination. The point about Henry Moore's art is not that it is imaginary, but that it is an imagination that is different.

An imaginary stroll through the garden.

On Explore - Highest position: 68 on Sunday, July 26, 2009

 

... para os amigos do Flickr.

 

Have a nice Sunday!

The Guitar Hotel

The Guitar Hotel brings 638 luxury guestrooms and suites to the resort. Designed to resemble back-to-back guitars, complete with guitar faces and brightly lit strings, this engineering masterpiece reaches 450 feet into the sky, outfitted with floor-to-ceiling glass panes. Boasting the sun-filled and sunset-laden South Florida skies, The Guitar Hotel is truly an architectural marvel that redefines the South Florida skyline.

 

The show is a daily spectacular featuring a series of orchestrated outdoor music and light shows showcasing the LED lights built into all sides of the brand new and immaculate The Guitar Hotel. The lights are programmed to change color and intensity and are choreographed to different songs. Six high-powered beams of light accentuate the production by projecting at least 20,000 feet into the sky. The six lights mimic the strings of an imaginary guitar neck.

Sleep to dream tonight

Fill the empty spaces that shadows left behind

You and I, will create a new world deep within our minds

 

Though reality sometimes may seem, imaginary

Happiness is here within our reach, and though it can't be

Seen the world created in my dreams, imaginary

I still feel all the same release, imaginary

 

Play: www.youtube.com/watch?v=h9I-9Sj4sKs

Sleep to dream tonight

Fill the empty spaces that shadows left behind

You and I, will create a new world deep within our minds

 

Though reality sometimes may seem, imaginary

Happiness is here within our reach, and though it can't be

Seen the world created in my dreams, imaginary

I still feel all the same release, imaginary...

 

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)

 

I linger in the doorway

Of alarm clock screaming

Monsters calling my name

Let me stay

Where the wind will whisper to me

Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story

 

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)

 

Don’t say I’m out of touch

With this rampant chaos - your reality

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

The nightmare I built my own world to escape

 

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)

 

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The goddess of imaginary light

 

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby (flowers)

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me (flowers)

 

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, paper flowers)

 

~Evanescence

Song: Imaginary

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=0xVHXJ9SUuM

I'm only putting this one up as it makes me laugh. On their imaginary rollercoaster! It's the one in the middle (my little one) that makes me laugh so much!!

A face in the flower

Not a large slide by any means.... but enough slide to make it different. We have had quite a few foggy mornings lately and they always provide a nice mood.

Happy Slider Sunday

play >

 

I linger in the doorway

Of alarm clock screaming

Monsters calling my name

Let me stay

Where the wind will whisper to me

Where the raindrops, as they’re falling, tell a story

 

In my field of paper flowers

And candy clouds of lullaby ....flowers

I lie inside myself for hours

And watch my purple sky fly over me .....flowers

 

Don’t say I’m out of touch

With this rampant chaos - your reality

I know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge

The nightmare I built my own world to escape

 

Swallowed up in the sound of my screaming

Cannot cease for the fear of silent nights

Oh, how I long for the deep sleep dreaming

The goddess of imaginary light

(evanesence / imaginary)

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