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THIS IS THE LONGEST DESCRIPTION OF LIFE. But there’s a reason it’s long. An important one.
You know, have you ever trusted someone and have them screw you over so badly that you just wanted to punch them in the face? Then when you muster everything inside of you to forgive them they screw up again. But for some reason you don’t give up on them. You can’t because you see something in them, something with promise. God does the same, does he not?
This may be gruesome but it’s time someone was honest.
Try to take yourself to this place. In the body of a man, an honest, innocent man being persecuted for something you didn’t do. Not only that but you sit in the garden praying to your father simply wondering how and why and wishing you didn’t have to take all this onto your own shoulders. But you know you have to. You feel the guilt of a murders, the sick amusement of a rapist, the simple dirtiness of a liar. You feel every single lie, cheat, mistake and breaking pain all through out your body. It’s like when you do something wrong and you feel sick, sore, disgusted, angry…every emotion. The same feeling but with the emotions of billions of people all set upon your own heart. So much pressuring on top of you that you are not only sweating but sweating blood.
Then you’re arrested.
Now put yourself in the place of a man chained, unable to break free. Imagine the sound of whips slicing through the air. The same air that is whispering a parody of the unjust pain you are about to feel. The whip embraces your skin but not softly, or romantically. It does not truly ‘embrace’ but gashes your flesh. Your back arks as your entire body wants to escape. Again, and again you are hit. The motion making your hands cramp with tension as they grasp for anything, anything. The heat of blood warms your skin yet quickly the pain pulsating so deeply in your core seems to tune out the warmth with a blindingly painful numbness.
Over. And over. You gasp, trying to inhale. You gasp, trying to exhale. You’re empty in your fullness of rejection that you felt from your very own father. You beg to feel him. Beg to see him. Beg to hear him. But he has turned his eyes away from you, ashamed and disgusted by the sin covering your wounded and bleeding body. He does not know you anymore and it feels nobody else does either by the mask of dirt and blood that covers you completely.
The beating stops only for a second. Then you hear the dreaded sound of the whip breaking through the air, you wait for the blow but this time you feel glass shards clutching onto the little fragment of skin that’s left and tearing. Pulling. Breaking. You cry out in agonizing pain. But not loudly. Never loudly. Over and over. Again and again. These disgusting creatures are slowly killing you yet all you can feel for them is love because the strings of hate and strings of detest that are tied to your heart are too busy being played by all the sinners dancing through your veins. Not dancing. Stomping. Kicking.
You want to leave don’t you? You want to escape out of this nightmare and this body yet you cannot. Instead you are pulled around like a doll with your skin screaming and your nerves on a constant climax of stinging pain. They laugh. They smirk. They spit in your face. They shove a crown of thorns onto your head and you feel the thorns pierce through your skin. Deeper and deeper still. Bloods pours over your eyes but it’s still not over. You are forced to carry a wooden cross with a body that’s already stolen of all strength. Yet you don’t give in or fall, you stand. You stand and you carry it with the weight making your spine feel like it’s not even intact. Like it’s not even there. The rough texture burning against your open wounds. A scream resting in the deepness of your throat. The heaviness of the world’s mistakes making a home in your lungs. You fall. They taunt. You stand, they spit. Even with a man helping you carry the cross your strength falters.
Now, now you lay against the wood. They hold a long nail in their hands. The point breaks the skin on your palm and you inhale sharply as the nail pierces through. The pain. It is unbearable. Then the other hand. The positioning of the force the nails creates causes your shoulder blades to shift into places where they should not be.
Once your feet have been nailed you are to hang there. In front of many. A supposed ‘criminal’. All of this for an innocent man who did nothing, who did not belong on that cross. Barely recognizable with the blood and dirt and spit masking you. The sin of the world masking you.
Then you say something, something unexplainable. You turn your head to your Father and say “Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they do.” Luke 23:34. You have been beaten, you have been judged, you have been humiliated, you have been tortured and you have been crucified yet you ask for the forgiveness of the people that have wronged you in all of those ways.
Now that you have had an observation as to the pain Jesus went through you need to understand that this was no where near explaining the truth or the pain. Yet tell me, after reading that…would you be willing to take the place of that man?
“When you spread out your hands, I will hide My eyes from you; even though you make many prayers I will not hear. Your hands are full of blood. Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes. Cease to do evil, learn to do good; seek justice, rebuke the oppressor, defend the fatherless, plead for the widow.” Isaiah 1:15-17
Because of the stripes Jesus took on his back, because of the pain and torture he suffered we can come with our backs clean. With our hearts cleaned. With our souls saved and forgiven.
Sometimes we sugar coat that. It’s time we tried to understand it for what it really is.
(I tagged Aleah because one) she is a brilliantly amazing and talented photographer. like words cannot express. and second, her descriptions are very encouraging in God and so beautiful. She is so so beautiful.)
Luces navideñas
Feliz Navidad a todos//Merry Christmas to everyone
Sevilla (España)
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This is the inside of a didgeridoo (aboriginal wind instrument from Australia). There was no post-processing done at all with this picture.
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borgo san lorenzo, rachele, 2012
" quando ritornò in sé da quello sbigottimento, non sapeva raccapezzarsi, nemmeno lui, in che mondo si fosse; intorno a sé c’era da ogni parte un gran buio: ma un buio cosí nero e profondo, che gli pareva di essere entrato col capo in un calamaio pieno d’inchiostro "
carlo collodi , le avventure di pinocchio
"La vida de todo hombre es un camino hacia sí mismo,
la tentativa de un camino, la huella de un sendero.
Ningún hombre ha sido nunca por completo él mismo;
pero todos aspiran a llegar a serlo, oscuramente unos, más claramente otros,
cada uno como puede. Todos llevan consigo, hasta el fin,
viscosidades y cáscaras de huevo de un mundo primordial.
Alguno no llega jamás a ser hombre,
y sigue siendo rana, ardilla u hormiga.
Otro es hombre de medio cuerpo arriba, y el resto, pez.
Pero cada uno es un impulso de la Naturaleza hacia el hombre.
Todos tenemos orígenes comunes: las madres;
todos nosotros venimos de la misma sima,
pero cada uno –tentativa e impulso desde lo hondo- tiende a su propio fin.
Podemos comprendernos unos a otros, pero sólo a sí mismo puede interpretarse cada uno."
HH
'Nuff said! Last one in this little collection of pix that could be called "Emotions." Thank you all so much for indulging me and my definitions of what each of these feelings entails. Your comments mean the world to me.
"I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.” ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta.
Florabella Retro Vintage action and Florabella Allure (warm) texture.
My husband had to work today and Ms. J didn't want to go outside. Double Boo! But it turned out that we had so much fun playing inside. We pretended that we opened a candy store and she had a lot of fun pretending to be the cashier. I created a tent using a big blanket and two dining chairs and we used the tea set she got as a birthday present for a pretend picnic.
This is probably my favorite indoor stereographic projection to date. It looks like a
person to me. I shot this inside of an old barn on some land I found out I was trespassing on because the regional park it is on is not due to open until July. Oh well.
Stereographic Projection of This equirectangular panorama.
Presenting my biggest build that was exhibited at #brickfair Virginia.
More detailed shots coming soon - stay tuned! :) Each building, including the tower, have interiors.
This photo was taken a week before BrickFair, and I then added / tweaked some details. The upcoming shots will show some new things.
chatting and being socialble as we ladies must is quite exhausting. I nipped inside while all were out on the patio for a quick rest.
I popped to the Black Country Living Museum today with a couple of friends. Really enjoyed a few hours there and lots of interesting things and people to photograph.
Fabes 3.0! She's my #40 custom from last year. I invited Fabes back for a redo. She's already been redone twice due to problems with MSC. I used the wrong kind of MSC before (I was using flat instead of UV cut) UV cut is much better for tanned girls btw, much better in general actually. now it's all I use! Her complexion is perfect now :)
I'm a member of a strobist group of french photographers: www.strobi.fr and the theme this month was 'Perdu', which means 'Lost'.
As soon as I knew the theme, it reminded me of the great movie 'Lost in translation'. And so this is an image inspired by the visual aspect of several scenes from this movie.
Thanks a lot to Elodie.
Check out the other members' ideas on this theme and follow us to be sure not to miss next month's pictures!
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Je fais partie d'un collectif de "strobeurs" français sur www.strobi.fr et le thème du mois était "Perdu".
Dès que j'ai su le thème, ça m'a fait penser à "lost in translation". Cette image est donc directement inspirée des visuels de certaines scènes du film où les personnages sont à l'intérieur, le regard perdu sur la ville au dehors.
Grand merci à Elodie.
Allez voir les idées des autres membres sur ce thème et suivez nous pour ne pas manquer les images du mois prochain !
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Cactus V5s
- Ambiant light from the city
- 1 LP160 @ 1/64th, 3CTO into a 'home made barebulb adapter' to make the light look like a small lamp.
Canon EOS 5DmkII with EF 50mm f/1.4 @ 0.8th sec; f/1.4; iso800.
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This is an awesome church in Paris. These places are great to photograph. I believe this one was taken inside Le Sacre Coeur up near the altar. At the PhotoWalk, I had a few questions about how to get a tripod into a church, of all things! I wrote up a 10-step guide for this sort of activity a while ago that you can view at your leisure!
I'm spending the weekend in Atlanta. It's about 10 degrees cooler than Austin here, which means it's still inhumanly hot! I did get a chance to do a little shooting this evening. I'll see if I can grab the sunset tomorrow night! I don't yet have a good Atlanta shot... I'll hope for some good clouds!
from the blog at www.stuckincustoms.com
Part of my intensive 6-fisheye-lunchtimes-2-weeks-trip in Genoa.
The first time I went to Palazzo Bianco, they said it was not allowed to take pictures inside. They lied! I came back another time and asked to the ticket office: they said it was allowed. Don't understand, but I don't care ;)
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LOCATION AND DATE - DATA e LUOGO DI SCATTO
Palazzo Bianco, Genova (Liguria, Italy), 19th March 2013
CAMERA
Nikon D5000
LENS - OBIETTIVO
Fisheye Samyang 8 mm
SHOT DATA - DATI DI SCATTO
ISO 200; f/8
HDR from 3 exposures (-2; 0; +2), handheld
Other EXIF on flickr / Altri EXIF su flickr
WORKFLOW - FLUSSO DI LAVORO
° Rename: XnView
° HDR Processing: Photomatix Pro
° Noise reduction / Riduzione rumore: Noiseware Professional
° Cropping: GIMP
° Curve correction / Correzione curve: GIMP
° Split toning: GIMP
° Resizing, watermark: Fastone viewer
Ranger's Hat. Unbelievable quiet moment allowed me to take this photo that kind of sums up my trip To Duchess County.
Top Cottage, also known as Hill-Top Cottage, in Hyde Park, New York, was a private retreat designed by and for Franklin D. Roosevelt. Built in 1938 to 1939, during Roosevelt's second term as President of the United States, it was designed to accommodate his need for wheelchair accessibility. It was one of the earliest such buildings in the country, and the first significant building designed by a disabled person.
Although it was meant as a retreat, FDR also received notable guests at the cottage, including Britain's King George VI and Queen Elizabeth, and, after half a century in private ownership, it was restored and given to the National Park Service, which today operates it as part of the nearby Home of Franklin D. Roosevelt National Historic Site. It was declared a National Historic Landmark in 1997. Guided tours of the cottage are available from the main site but private vehicles are not permitted.
Wat Pho Bangkok Thailand Reclining Buddha
The Reclining Buddha is brickwork mortar with plaster from the inside with gold gilded on top. The complex is called Wat Pho and it is a tad crowded with many structures crammed in.
It is difficult to shoot the full body length of the Reclining Buddha as there are pillars very close to the statue all along its length. You can shoot the full visage from the foot end provided the sections are not closed because of maintenance and you have a co-operative lens that opens really wide.
The Buddha measures 15 m high and 46 m long and renders all attempts to shoot fraught with challenges.
The soles (not visible here, of course) of the feet of the Buddha are about 3 m high and 4.5 m long.
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The interior of Halifax Townhouse #1. I put as much effort into the inside as I did the outside, and as you can see, I obviously stuck with a consistent color scheme throughout.
I realize that this image is rather high contrast and contains a crazy amount of detail, so you best look at it large size to prevent your eyes from going crooked. :D
This is the "smash" cake to go with an order for tomorrow. The customer wanted a giant cupcake cake. I thought it would be fun to make the smash cake look like a big cake, but small to go with the typically small cupcake that's big. Am I weird? Anyway, as soon as I cut the tiers I thought to myself, "Self? Are you crazy? You HATE minis!!" But it was actually pretty fun to do.
“Inside yourself or outside, you never have to change what you see, only the way you see it.”
Thaddeus Golas
I like black humor. Seriously, I love it. I don't think that makes me a bad person. I do not enjoy human tragedies, and I'm a terrible sentinent person.
But I don't want to cry and say "oh, the world is terrible, there's people starving in Africa, bombs, and stupid churches all arround the world, what will become of me?"
No. I laugh about it all. I even laugh about me when I'm stupid (pretty much all the time).
There's people that can't handle my sense of humour... normally they hate me until they know me for real.
On this photo, I tried to represent people like me, who apparently has an "armor", and they look ridiculously strong, but on the inside, they're sentinent, and they worth.
This is one of my most personal images.
Hope you like it!
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Me gusta el humor negro. En serio, adoro el humor negro. No creo que eso me haga mala persona. No disfruto con las tragedias humanas, y soy una persona terriblemente sensible.
Pero no quiero llorar y decir "oh, el mundo es terrible, hay gente pasando hambre en África, bombas, y estúpidas religiones comiéndoles el coco a la gente por todo el planeta, ¿qué será de mí?"
No. me río de todo eso. Incluso me río de mí mismo, cuando soy estúpido (Prácticamente todo el tiempo).
Hay gente que no puede soportar mi sentido del humor. Normalmente me odian, hasta que me conocen del todo.
En esta foto, he tratado de representar a la gente como yo, que aparentemente tienen una "coraza", y parecen ridículamente fuertes, pero en el interior, son sensibles, y valen la pena.
Esta es una de mis imágenes más personales.
¡Espero que os guste!
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Waiting for an afternoon's concert in Windhover Hall inside the Calatrava-designed wing of the Milwaukee Art Musem. Note that the "wings" are closed.
Through those windows straight ahead is Lake Michigan. On a sunny day it's a spectacular view. Even on a cloudy day, like that was, it is impressive.
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- and outside in. With these lattice walls you are outside in the garden even when you are inside the house... A garden inside a building - inside a park - inside an island - inside a city, country and continent. A piece of Asia hidden away in the heart of Manhattan, NYC.
(The Chinese courtyard garden at the Metropolitan Museum).
It's raining outside, so just let me listen to my fave and fantastic music inside!!!
我突然有點厭倦了那裡的過往總總與無知傾斜的一切，所以就盡情地跟著音樂 搖擺吧!
Maybe some of you can't see some things clear but I can.
I went to the adidas originals PR event last night, I really had fun with the party, wine, and house music even if it was raining and I was wearing high heels.
Fashion show & DJ always make me feel excited and surprised.
It's time to buy some new CDs 'coz I get great ideas!!! yay :P
♫ Listening to Uffie Robot Oeuf ♪ ♫
Just playing with my 50mm ! Too cold to go outside with the camera ............. :-((
SOOC
Nikkor 50mm f/1.4G
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Salzburg Cathedral is the 7th century Baroque cathedral of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Salzburg, dedicated to Saint Rupert and Saint Vergilius.
Founded by Saint Rupert in 774 on the remnants of a Roman town, the cathedral was rebuilt in 1181 after a fire. In the 17th century, the cathedral was completely rebuilt in the Baroque style under Prince-Bishop Wolf Dietrich Raitenau to its present appearance.