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Image composite, the foreground is a ship wreck I shot in Sharjah UAE a few years ago, and the background is a mix of cityscapes from Dubai, Hong Kong, Shanghai and Chongqing.
All visual effects and color grading done with BorisFX Optics.
Jr. is hanging out with that puppy lately that my mom bought him as one of his come home gifts. It makes nice music daddy always plays it for him and places the puller in his hand. This is my favorite outfit on him right now.
She appeared just after the tide had turned, when the sea whispered low and the sky wore its softest gold. I didn’t hear her arrive, but there she was—seated at the water’s edge, legs tucked beneath her like a folded note, writing in a book the color of aquamarine. It shimmered faintly, as if it had absorbed the light of a thousand twilights.
I watched from a distance, pretending not to. Her hair moved like sea grass in the breeze, and her presence felt... familiar. Not in the way a face might be, but like a melody half-remembered from long ago. I wondered what she was writing. A poem? A letter? A memory she couldn’t bear to lose?
Just then, she turned—slowly, deliberately—and looked in my direction.
I panicked. Looked away. Pretended to study the horizon. But I kept her in my peripheral vision, like one does with sunsets too beautiful to stare at directly. She didn’t smile. She didn’t wave. She simply turned back to her book and continued to write.
And now I couldn’t look away.
It was like trying not to watch the last light slip behind the sea. Something about her presence made the world feel more alive, more fragile. I wanted to speak, but the moment felt sacred, and I didn’t want to break it.
Then, without warning, she stood. Closed the book. Walked into the mist.
No footprints. No farewell. Just the hush of waves and the lingering scent of salt and lavender.
I waited. Maybe she’d return. But the mist thickened, and she was gone.
Drawn by something I couldn’t name, I walked to where she had been sitting. The sand was still warm. And there, nestled in a shallow impression, was her book.
**Ethereal**, it said in silver script.
I hesitated. It felt wrong to open it. Like trespassing in a dream. But curiosity is a tide of its own. I told myself: just the last page.
I opened it.
> *Here I am in a place I call home, where the sea and sky speak to me and allow my heart to breathe. Only today I have company. I wonder what he’s thinking…*
I froze.
And then, before my eyes, words began to appear—my words.
> *I was thinking, I wonder if she needs a friend.*
The ink shimmered as it formed, like dew on morning petals. I touched the page. It was warm.
Suddenly, the mist stirred. A breeze lifted the edge of the book, and I heard a whisper—not in my ears, but in my heart.
> *You found me.*
I looked up.
She was standing at the edge of the mist, barefoot, smiling—not with her lips, but with her whole being.
And just like that, I knew: she was never imaginary.
Lost
I don't know what this woman is attempting to do in this picture.
I do know that she was trying to do it at 13:36.
Brighton, England.
Imaginary Cityscape.
Image composite with buildings from Chongqing, Shenyang, Hong Kong, Dubai and Shanghai.
Cusco - Le linee immaginarie dei Seqes nella rappresentazione dell'artista Miguel Araòz Cartagena
Nella capitale Inca e nei suoi dintorni si trovavano numerosi santuari, templi e luoghi sacri: rocce, grotte fonti, ecc, venerate dalla popolazione di Cusco , e che in lingua quechua sono denominate “Wakas”. Le Wakas erano collegate tra loro da linee immaginarie che si irradiavano dal Korikancha chiamate “seqes”. “Seqe” in lingua quechua significa, appunto, “linea”
I quattro colori distinguono le quattro province dell’imperoTawantinsuyu: Il colore arancio indica Chinchaysuyu, il giallo Antisuyu, verde Kollasuyu e rosso Kuntisuyu.
Seqes System - Depiction of imaginary lines by Miguel Araòz Cartagena
The Inca capital city and its immediate surroundings contained numerous shrines, temples and other sacred places; rocks, caves, springs etc., venerated by the population of Cuzco. All these places were called wakas. The wakas were connected with each other by imaginary lines that radiated from Korikancha and were known as seqes. In Quechua seqe means "line".
The four background colours mark the four provinces of the Tawantinsuyu Empire: the orange colour corresponds to Chinchaysuyu, the yellow to Antisuyu, the green to Qollasuyu and the red to Kuntisuyu.
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Explore! #93
This was the picture that *really* got me into photography. I'd taken loads of pictures before, but all for fun. But this one made me want to be a real photographer.
I've already uploaded this, but I wanted to bring it back around, because it means loads to me.
Plus, I have the imagination like no other. I'm always day dreaming, sometimes I make myself believe I'm crazy. But it's oh-so worth it.
So... I present to you the picture that made me "aBeautifuLove"
Image composite featuring different elements from the cities of Shenyang, Shanghai and Hong Kong.
A few techniques used here: indeed the cut outs and assembly of the different elements, 'cyberpunk' color grading with Split Toning, adding glow on the neon lights, adding four giant screens with neon light effect around them, adding fog and smoke. I even added a cinematic flare on the car headlight.
"Three Imaginary Boys" is the debut studio album by English rock band the Cure, released on 8 May 1979 by Fiction Records. It was later released in the United States, Canada, and Australia with a different track listing as a compilation album titled "Boys Don't Cry".
Chris True of AllMusic retrospectively called the album "a very strong debut" and a "semi-detached bit of late-'70s English pop-punk". Nitsuh Abebe of Pitchfork likened the album to a "new wave Wire... [or] Joy Division" and called it "as original a record as anything else to spin off from the tail end of punk.
Critic Martin C. Strong said it "remains among The Cure's finest work," adding that "their strangely accessible post-punk snippets lent an air of suppressed melancholy." (From Wikipedia).
"...Slipping through the door
Hear my heart beats in the hallway
Echoes
Round and round
Inside my head
Drifting up the stairs
I see the steps behind me
Disappearing
Can you help me?"
the song: youtu.be/Cb5Rc40-4I0
For more places that don't exist visit my construct set
Prints available for most of the
imaginary walls at my etsy shop
For more places that don't exist visit my construct set
Prints now available for most
of the imaginary walls
at my etsy shop
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For more places that don't exist visit my construct set
Prints now available for most
of the imaginary walls
at my etsy shop