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This image of what, at first sight, appears to be a leafy pathway through a hedge, was created by splicing together a picture of a fence in Linn Park in Glasgow with its mirror image.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
And the world would be better for this,
That one man scorned and covered with scars,
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.
I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Erin Van Vuren
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As I recover from shoulder surgery, I have assigned myself a big, major, huge project…and yes it concerns photography! My mission, should I decide to accept it (Mission Impossible reference) is to clean out and organize my 2TB external hard drive…that contains every digital photo that I have retained since 1985. The majority also have the RAW file associated with that photo attached. Files numbering in the tens of thousands that have been filed, misfiled, triple duplicated and thrown into folders as if I were dealing cards. My ADHD and sense of personal embarrassment will simply not allow this craziness to continue.
The blessing of this process is not just the discovery of photos long forgotten, but the memories contained. These files may well prove themselves to be priceless…not just for the memories depicted in the photos, but as a partner as I spent the next five weeks, the hours ahead fighting off my nemesis, boredom!
Here is one from a very good day…
You know that it was a very good day when you can remember everything about that day, the temperature, the warmth of the sun, the smell of a spring pasture and in this case anxiety of having to go to work when your best girl is about to give birth! It was the 13th of May, 2010 and our National Champion (Reserve Color Champion, 2006 AOBA Nationals) girl Rosalita was in labor. Joann and I both went to work to check in and start clearing the days schedule, both securing the day off with bosses and returning to the farm in record time.
A quick switch from work to farm cloths and a short trot to the front pasture found that Rosalita had already lost her mucus plug…her cria would be born anytime now. It was time to grab some lawn chairs, my camera and our birthing kit and just wait for things to progress. In the back of my mind, I prayed for a smooth, natural birth and that I would not have to put on the big gloves ever again and assist.
The next hour provided us with a memory of a lifetime as Giacomo would come into the world! A 19.2-pound male from Legend’s Challenger, at that time one of the top gray males in the country. The beauty of the moment, the cycle of life experience on such a beautiful May day is forever etched into my soul. Joann and I removed the remnants of the birth sack and dried our gift. The name Giacomo was chosen as it was in honor of my father who had passed some four years before. It was his childhood nickname and I know that it would have made him smile…like this photo does for me now as I utilize the editing program Lightroom to bring it to life.
This photo captures the bonding process/moment that alpaca mothers do just after birth. She gently takes her lips and nose and rub it against that of her cria, all the while making a clicking sound that bonds the two together for life. She will also use the same area to help her cria stay steady on its wabbly, minutes old legs.
What a blessing it is to witness not just the new physical body that God had created, but also the pure, palpable, natural love that was immediate between mother and son as well.
I didn’t know it then, but Giacomo would be the last cria born to us at Serene-n-Green Alpacas. In the early fall of 2010, a couple came to the farm and bought our last five alpacas, water buckets, farm name, logos, hay and trailer to start their own turn-key alpaca farm in Ohio.
Today, when anyone asks if I miss raising alpacas my response is immediate and direct. I miss birthing those babies!
Chase experiences, not things!
I can't remember what these things are, besides sharp. I think they look better "dead" than blooming though. Happy Sunday all.
This just in: The flower: Dipsacus fullonum, or Fuller's teasel, is a flowering plant in the family Dipsacaceae | Thanks LightSpectral!
"remember how it used to be
when the sun would fill up the sky
remember how we used to feel
those days would never end
those days would never end
remember how it used to be
when the stars would fill the sky
remember how we used to dream
those nights would never end
those nights would never end
it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things
but now the sun shines cold
and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
and all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away"
~ the cure
Downtown Fairbanks, Alaska. October 8, 2015.
Impossible Project Third Man Records Yellow Duochrome.
'Roid Week 2015-2.2.1
To be used large pls - and to patxi
The room was dark
And full of sharks
And I thought of you
I thought of you
Dreamer
Give peace a chance
Don't think just dance
Impossible
Impossible dreamer
Joni Mitchell
It's impossible to think of fog and music at the same time without coming up with this song. Although not on a mountain, this scene is on a high point overlooking a hiway that was once a stagecoach trail.
Mission Impossible.
A herd of Rooibok come to drink water. Then, in a split second, a calm and peaceful scene turned into absolute chaos. They climb up an almost impossibly steep river bank.
My goal was to capture the chaos during the event.
(Kruger National Park, RSA)
The nose is a little blown out.
Get it?
Nose?
Blown?
.....sorry....
Outtake from the "Outside the Lines" exhibit at the Impossible Project NYC studio. Impossible PX680ff film.
If I have the gift of prophecy and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith so that I can move mountains but do not have love, I am nothing
Letter to Corinthians
Unfortunately it wasn't a Polaroid Week as I had imagined, I was only able to upload three pictures...
On the one hand that makes me sad because I wasn't able to participate as much as I would have liked. On the other hand, I am so happy to see what wonderful artwork the community has put together again this week. So far I've only had time to look through the favourites folders for each day. But I will definitely take the time in the next few weeks to spend much more time in the pool - it won't be the same as during the week, but it's still an opportunity for me to take part afterwards.
I'm already really looking forward to the autumn week.
Many thanks to everyone who makes Polaroid Week the wonderful event that it is!!!
P.S. I wasn't really expecting that much when I put the impossible colour bruch film in my camera recently. But i was so excited when i saw the result, a true monet of instant happiness. those moments are what make polaroid magic for me...
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polaroidweek day six, Mint SLR670S, impossible color bruch film (09.2016) shot this spring, Bonn Germany
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you can find all the other polaroid art here:
Flickr Friday: Impossible
If you believe in your dreams strong enough, the impossible becomes possible. One year ago, I was wondering if I would be able to dance again. I am still working hard and have moments of doubts, but on Saturday I danced on stage again and it felt wonderful.
(This is not my group, obviously, since I cannot take pictures of my own group while dancing!)
Arnardrangur, Kirkjufjara black beach. Iceland.
"We are impossible but here here we are, being impossible together and leaving the possible for another day. And let me tell you, mademoiselle, that you with your sense of humor and your wonderful presence have captivated me from the first smile you gave me. I do not worry about future because I have learned that what has to be, will be, and there is nothing to do, but that doesn't stop me confessing that my heart has it there with you in the clouds."
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©Mara de la Hoz, All Rights Reserved.
"Somos imposibles pero aquí estamos, siendo imposibles juntos y dejando lo posible para otro día. Y déjame decirte, señorita, que tú con tu sentido del humor y tu maravillosa presencia me has cautivado desde la primera sonrisa que me regalaste. No me preocupa el futuro pues he aprendido que lo que tenga que ser, será, y no hay nada que hacerle, pero eso no me impide confesarte que mi corazón lo tienes allí contigo en las nubes."
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©Mara de la Hoz, Todos los derechos reservados.