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© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from December 2019. Don't forget that my shots represent a split-second moment and are most often nothing more than a briefly passing expression of emotion. Most of my subjects exchange a smile or acknowledgement after I take a shot. Unease, however, is a fairly accurate word for the state of balance across Europe just now. Peace to all.
a priest sits alone in the penumbra of basilica di san crisogono, his gaze caught between silence and something unseen above. light slips across his robe like a passing thought, revealing the wear of years and the weight of belief. within these centuries-old walls, shadows speak gently, and faith feels carved into stone.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of a shot from December 2019. Enjoy.
captured through the café window in berlin mitte, this image reveals a young man immersed in his own thoughts, separated from the bustling world outside. the warm reflections and soft colors of the café atmosphere evoke a sense of calm and introspection, as if he’s momentarily detached from his surroundings. the glass creates a quiet barrier between observer and observed, between outside and inside, while the light gently highlights the contours of his face and hand. this moment of silent reflection tells a small, personal story amidst the big city, as if the world around him has paused for just a second.
captured through the café window in berlin mitte, this image reveals a young man immersed in his own thoughts, separated from the bustling world outside. the warm reflections and soft colors of the café atmosphere evoke a sense of calm and introspection, as if he’s momentarily detached from his surroundings. the glass creates a quiet barrier between observer and observed, between outside and inside, while the light gently highlights the contours of his face and hand. this moment of silent reflection tells a small, personal story amidst the big city, as if the world around him has paused for just a second.
Excerpt from www.brainproject.ca:
Brain #: 346 (LEFT)
In describing his inspiration for the Brain Project, artist David Drebin noted that the title of this brain says it all: Inner Thoughts. What was once personal and safely nestled inside one’s mind is now on display for all to see. Take a look and see if you discover some inner thoughts of your own.
Brain #: 336 (RIGHT)
When Bobbie Burgers wakes up or falls asleep, various dream-like images often float across her mind’s eye. This is what makes up most of her work; a collage of day dreams, death, rebirth, nature, beauty, age, perfumes and sounds. All her senses intertwined. She has recently been intrigued by how most of her creative work takes place in this dreamlike, subconscious state. Lucid dreaming and dream incubation are a fascinating combination of creative control and controlling one’s own creativity on how we view the world, what we wish to experience and the endless unknown of the human brain.
i love to photo the sky come rain or shine sunset or sunrise day or night . this night i was out photographing the sky . this is the best photo of the moon i ever was able to take .
i love this song it has a great attachment for me
www.youtube.com/watch?v=twVlodqgNUQ
i taught my girls a a little poem / song when they were small
one my father used to say to me when i was going to bed at night time
i see the moon and the moon sees me
god bless the moon and
god bless me
i try to turn every negitive into a positive with a smile and a laugh ,
as one door closes another one always opens up
if you look he used to say to me
be strong be brave and be independent
play the hand you are dealt as best you can
Explored # 435 oct 21st 2010
A self-portrait that delves into the depths of the self, as the face is captured within the eye, symbolizing introspection and the examination of one's innermost thoughts and emotions.
vous le connaissez, c'est lui qui vous dit gentiment : n'essaie même pas , tu seras tellement triste quand tu auras tout raté...
Model: Zoey Nash
Taken at: Worcester Photo Studios
Strobist: SB700 thru 30" softbox CL + SB600 snooted CR triggered via PocketWizard
Software: Why not GIMP? It's free.
48/366.
I've been thinking about this idea for a little while - the presence of your inner self, that nagging critic that fills you with doubt, fear, etc. Shot with Jenn in my *finally* updated garage studio - the end result might be serious, but we spent a lot of time laughing between takes.
And yes, it's been a while - I guess I needed a break. And Flickr faded the colors a little - blarg - view on black. [Replaced.]
Model: Jenn Rachel
This photo, that I took, is just for me. For me to look at, for me to observe, but for you to understand my feelings upon this. I'm depressed. I said it. It's common and upsetting, yes. But, it is here. It's coming back. I was happy for a while. I remember the feeling. But right now, as I sit on my bed, I can't get up. I've been sitting here for several hours with no feeling of happiness. I'm stuck inside this place with no sense of creativity but this, if it can count for something, let it stand for that. Emotions come as they are. We can't help for what we feel at times and who we fall for. But right now, as I sit on my bed, I still can't up.
I've fallen. I'll find myself back up eventually. Your prayers are needed. As I want to pray for you as well.
in a quiet moment before the mirror, where lines and stories merge on his skin, the tattoo artist seems to be in conversation with his own reflection. the black-and-white light heightens the contrasts, making the tattoos appear like a wordless diary, telling of experiences, passions, and inner struggles. the gilded frame around the reflection adds a timeless quality, as if this moment hovers between reality and a deeper, hidden self. this portrait captures not only an image of the artist but also a quiet question posed to himself and to us: who are we behind the images we show to others?
I came to a conclusion today: It has to get worse, before it can get better.
Which is entirely true. As I spent my day with tears and mixed emotions, I realized this will be okay. There is worse in this place. There is so much more that needs to be done. I can't wait for the day where we step away from our comfort zone, and step into another. Where there is more than one place or there is more than one person that we can open up to. I can't wait for the future and what there may be in place for me. I'm so thankful for ALL of you. ALL of your are a gift from Him and you each have a special place in my heart. In all honesty, I'm kind of light headed and completely tired from the long day. I love you all, and hope you feel the same.
Paste up!
inspired by
www.youtube.com/watch?v=qTIq2HyLThA
Every truncheon hit
misguided
the peoples army divided
united stance
amped Out war dance
what a ride
inner thought of non violent rebellion
outside
Dare to die stand and fight
show faith return all the weapons
Government says use them right
fixed action set in motion doubting amnesia Potion what to hide red carpet ride
guessing right
HAHAHAHAHHAHAH
the jokes on you
Dark corner the square
hahahahhahahah
you bath once a week distorted the viewpoint
Seldom seen
wayback in 68 ohio kent state was nothing so great
have of Have not
forcing the point shot in the back
take it back down trod soldier Away
flower power
within
kill me
kill this way of life
and be Known one by one
they'll be coming down
altogether sister machine gun
Automatic high
what a ride
what a trip
tripped over the candlestick
tanks Arrive
fire wall
got to keep the camera alive
tell the world
tell the world
What's going on here
warning shots are fired
at the stomach chest wound
Coed falls
amped out
amped out
changing guns for brooms the guards change
To clean up crews
HAHHAHAHHAHAHAH
way back in 68 every thing was so great
no way
wrong Date
keep up the trade balanced charade close circuit truth used to Remove
keep the camera alive
Stretching her legs against the not-quite white wall, she lay quietly on the sofa, and contemplated how her day had gone. It had begun gorgeously - she had awakened to the fresh winter sun shining through her curtains. Then, somehow, as the days do, everything changed and fell apart and twisted into something dark, something hated. It had ended in self-loathing and a silent inner argument with herself. She told herself, "stop being so stupid."
The mental and physical exhaustion she felt suddenly overpowered her. In that moment, she lost herself - rapidly falling through reality - the present, the now - and hitting the bottom of her unconscious mind. She stared blankly at the row of beer cans on the wall. No thoughts, no feelings, no humanism flowed.
She blinked, and then the emptiness was over.
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more experimentation with cinematic style photography, and a short narrative to go with it.
it's a bit rough, i have written creatively in a looooooong time, and i literally just made this up on the spot.
part of research for my current university project on "representing time" - my idea is to take the concept of what people do in their free time/spare time and represent it in a cinematic/film style narrative.
crit encouraged!!
Here is an image from getting ready session from Rishi & Diksha's wedding, held in Moksha, Chandigarh.
Man sitting alone in a cafe; seem to be looking through the window but all he sees are thoughts that's running in his head.
Expressionist Seated Figure Painting.
Acrylic on canvas
SOLD
Prints:
helena-wierzbicki.pixels.com/featured/innerthoughts-helen...
Once upon a time, many, many years ago, I had an idea in my head what it would be like to be old.
I would have all the answers, I wouldn't care what people thought about me (if they thought about me), in fact, I would become invisible and be able to do whatever I wanted without repercussions because of my seniority and wisdom.
When you're in your twenties, the thought of being in your fifties is not something you really want to think about. Once you are in your fifties, you still feel like you're in your twenties* and it doesn't seem fair that you're obviously not. As for being invisible, well yes, that part can and does sometimes happen.
[*This is just how I feel - I have no idea how everyone else feels, and chances are a lot of you reading this won't find out how it feels for many more years].
I'm watching sport all afternoon so filling my time with some portraits.
Bear with me, there may be more to come, this is what I do when I have the place to myself and am feeling introspective.
Oh, and COME ON ENGLAND!
I was 7 the last time we won - isn't it about time we had another?
Edit: We have to wait another 4 years for the above. Typical :(
Stadse contrasten. Iedereen verpoost op zijn of haar eigen manier.
Is het met het huidige weer nog wel redelijk te doen, de koudere en natte dagen zijn ook weer in zicht, om nog maar te zwijgen van de winter. Laten we nog maar niet teveel vooruitdenken.
Urban contrasts. Everyone is enjoying the weather on his own way.
With the current weather conditions it is still reasonable to do so, the colder and wet days are in sight, not to mention the winter. Well, let's not think to much about that for a moment.
Amsterdam, Admiraal de Ruyterweg - 27 mei 2012 - May 27, 2012
© 2012 Amsterdam RAIL - All Rights Reserved
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Fr Gerard in the short kurta shirt was a good man he was the parish priest of St Peter Church Bandra , but he left after adding his youthful vigor and zest , I spent great times with him , and I miss him immensely he understood me as I understood his love of life Jesus Christ..
But a thought is troubling me since a last few days I am pained I met a Roman Catholic priest I was taken up by his love for his community and his mission of life but sadly he does not like Muslims specially Muslims like me as a Sufi man who reads mind through the silence of the human soul , this thought hit me hard , and I know what is his problem he does not know my agenda , why and why for....
And maybe he does not know me as Fr Jaun in the bush shirt who is my spiritual mentor a humble man who recently gave shelter food to two Croatians visiting our city for almost three days ..
Or my other dear friend Fr Lawrie or Fr Gerard, and perhaps he is not net savvy or he would know about me my love of humanity , perhaps he has blinkers on his godly soul and I dont blame him , but I could not let this thought eat my spiritual entrails..
I recently dropped in to see him , but he had no time to come out and say a simple Hello to me.. and it does not matter it was the poetry of my life that felt the pain of his discomfiture of seeing me..
And as I write this as he goes about with his Mass on Good Friday I hope for a second he thinks of a Muslim beggar poet who will walk with his community to share the pain the pathos of Jesus Christ..the beggar poet will walk bafefeet to understand the meaning of pain suffering and life and perhaps resurrection too..
And how can he forget the women of Vakola who washed his burning feet last year at the market place...I cried from within and understood the trials tribulations of Jesus Christ so I shoot him write poems and I have passed on the heritage of my photography to a three and a half year old girl Marziya Shakir my grand daughter who shoots Jesus Christ more evocatively than I do.
This is for all those times when the thing coming out of your mouth is not the thing that you've meant.
Or for when you don't want to listen to someone else telling you about their day.
Or for those people who treat your side of the conversation as nothing more than time to figure out what to say next.
Or when you're listening to someone being two-faced again.
Or when you're bored in a lecture that's going nowhere.
Or when you just want a damned good moan.
Or when suddenly, the little things just don't matter, and you just want to be quiet with someone you love.
Concept shamelessly stolen from Tory Jane.
"Y ESE PELO TAN MALO!?" (WHAT'S UP WITH THIS KINKY HAIR!?) thought bubble/mirror is currently on display @ the NoMAA Gallery, NYC.
This is a done for my project called the Systematic Self. We had to do a "self portrait" that did not include your actual self and has a rule. After much deliberation as to what I could do and after a lot of discussion I was able to create a rule. I have a problem where I do keep a lot to myself especially how I feel or what I am thinking. So every time I did not express my thoughts I wrote them down and put it into this jar. These are twelve photos showing the progression over about a week of time.
"QUE NARIZON!" (SUCH A THICK NOSE!) thought bubble/mirror is currently on display @ the NoMAA Gallery, NYC.
* Note: I'm not trying to make a religious point, so don't be afraid to comment on my photograph, you won't burst into flames... or will you?!
Just before I laid my head on my pillow I had the urge to add to my "nightstand series,". I photographed all sorts of stuff but was unsatisfied. Having seen a few interesting photos of Bible's open on a nightstand I though I'd give that a try. I dusted off my Bible, opened it about midway, and put my eye to the viewfinder. The first thing that came into focus as I turned the focus ring was "Do Not Worry." I found that interesting because I have been worrying a lot about the current financial crisis and how it has been eroding the job market. I have a stable job as a postdoc, but I am looking to get out academia and into the industrial job market. I guess I'll be patient and thankful for what I have.
Details: Nikon D40 with 50mm f/1.8D Nikkor @ f/1.8, 1/125sec exposure, pillow tripod, 60W light bulb from above.
"ES NEGRO PERO FINO!" (HE MAY BE BLACK BUT HE LOOKS MIXED!) thought bubble is currently on display @ the NoMAA Gallery, NYC.
What changed ?
I used to despise this place
but maybe its being surrounded
by knowledge, shelf upon shelf
eager to be learned
help create a support inside my mind?
Lost in my old life, but if found the light
no-more hiding behind gimmicks and shame
The true me slowly emerges, no more lost inside
this place.
The knowledge i found guides me forward
through the darkness of my mid
Through the streets that intertwine, that map i bought may be the key?
The guiding light in finding me.
Through the darkness i found the light.
happiness beckons.
But is it right?
I've been here once before only to discover that the star is dead
a burning remembrance of its life.
searching for a Style.. which goes typically with my RL artist side.. I figure she can continue to sleep a little longer, and dream a little more in SL...
AlterEgoTrip, one face of me- my one and only SL personae, because with a name like this, one needs NO ALTS!