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Ray kneels gracefully in the shallow creek, her wet white dress clinging softly to her form, blending serenity with strength. As sunlight dances across the rippling water, she pulls her hair back in a quiet, introspective gesture. The image captures the warmth of the day and the cool embrace of nature—both tranquil and powerful in its simplicity.
Mural inspired on the masterpiece of Vautier Ben... " L' art est inutile rentrez chez vous."
Questioning the validity of art....This mural was made in a very poor neighborhood in Brazil. In front of drug dealers spot. I wrote the sentence in english so people got very curious what does it mean. As most of people has a smartphone these days no matter how poor they are. People started to searched on internet what does it mean the sentence.
Interesting fact the Drug dealers liked the mural and bought me painting material.
Art is always useful to someone. It can take the form of instrumental spin or commodity-object. Art can provide a platform for narcissistic expression or fuel the introspective turn of passive nihilism. Through the postures of mannerist radicalism in the gallery, art can act as a pressure valve to reinforce a conservative orthodoxy.
The artist often occupies a position of weakness but by performing this weakness, art can reveal inconsistencies in the narrative.
What is the social function of art?
Diana Rudychenko, captured in a striking portrait by Stephan Mosse. The image showcases a moment of introspection and quiet strength.
A captivating portrait showcasing the interplay of light and shadow, capturing a moment of quiet introspection.
He's my favorite model soo far, eventhough he doesn't like to be photographed so much.
It's my 1th try of a black and white picture, hope u like it!
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I love this bird. I'm not usually into wildlife photography, but I had to make an exception for this guy. He sat on his rock and stared out at the sea, seemingly unconcerned with the world. He did keep an eye on me to make sure I wasn't going to pull anything on him, but he was much more interested in the distant horizon (or distant fish). My kind of pelican.
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Anastasiia, captured in a hauntingly beautiful portrait by Stephan Mosse. The interplay of light and shadow creates a sense of mystery and introspection.
Amanda relaxing near the back of the Ohio Theater on the main floor after spending a few hours photographing it with the Columbus Flickr Meet photogrpahy group.
Set Desc: Photographs of The Ohio Theater in Columbus Ohio, which was the subject of the a recent Columbus Flickr Meet, with over 40 Flickr folks from the Central Ohio area converging to hang out, and photograph this beautiful theater.
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The machine swooped down to a halt, right in front of me, it's voice spoke inside my mind, saying;
"The power that governs the destiny of all living beings is called the Eagle, not because it is an eagle or has anything to do with an eagle, but because it appears to the seer as an immeasurable jet-black eagle, standing erect as an eagle stands, its height reaching to infinity.
As the seer gazes on the blackness that the Eagle is, four blazes of light reveal what the Eagle is like. The first blaze, which is like a bolt of lightning, helps the seer make out the contours of the Eagle's body. There are patches of whiteness that look like an eagle's feathers and talons.
A second blaze of lightning reveals the flapping, wind-creating blackness that looks like an eagle's wings. With the third blaze of lightning the seer beholds a piercing, inhuman eye. And the fourth and last blaze discloses what the Eagle is doing.
The Eagle is devouring the awareness of all the creatures that, alive on earth a moment before and now dead, have floated to the Eagle's beak, like a ceaseless swarm of fireflies, to meet their owner, their reason for having had life. The Eagle disentangles these tiny flames, lays them flat, as a tanner stretches out a hide, and then consumes them; for awareness is the Eagle's food.
The Eagle, that power that governs the destinies of all living things, reflects equally and at once all those living things. There is no way, therefore, for man to pray to the Eagle, to ask favors, to hope for grace, The human part of the Eagle is too insignificant to move the whole.
It is only from the Eagle's actions that a seer can tell what it wants. The Eagle, although it is not moved by the circumstances of any living thing, has granted a gift to each of those beings. In its own way and right, any one of them, if it so desires, has the power to keep the flame of awareness, the power to disobey the summons to die and be consumed.
Every living thing has been granted the power, if it so desires, to seek an opening to freedom and to go through it. It is evident to the seer who sees the opening, and to the creatures that go through it, that the Eagle has granted that gift in order to perpetuate awareness.
For the purpose of guiding living things to that opening, the Eagle created the Nagual. The Nagual is a double being to whom the rule has been revealed. Whether it be in the form of a human being, an animal, a plant, or anything else that lives, the Nagual by virtue of its doubleness is drawn to seek that hidden passageway.
The Nagual comes in pairs, male and female. A double man and a double woman become the Nagual only after the rule has been told to each of them, and each of them has understood it and accepted it in full.
To the eye of the seer, a Nagual man or Nagual woman appears as a luminous egg with four compartments. Unlike the average human being, who has two sides only, a left and a right, the Nagual has a left side divided into two long sections, and a right side equally divided in two.
The Eagle created the first Nagual man and Nagual woman as seers and immediately put them in the world to see. It provided them with four female warriors who were stalkers, three male warriors, and one male courier, whom they were to nourish, enhance, and lead to freedom.
The female warriors are called the four directions, the four corners of a square, the four moods, the four winds, the four different female personalities that exist in the human race.
The first is the east. She is called order. She is optimistic, light- hearted, smooth, persistent like a steady breeze.
The second is the north. She is called strength. She is resourceful, blunt, direct, tenacious like a hard wind.
The third is the west. She is called feeling. She is introspective, remorseful, cunning, sly, like a cold gust of wind.
The fourth is the south. She is called growth, She is nurturing, loud, shy, warm, like a hot wind.
The three male warriors and the courier are representative of the four types of male activity and temperament.
The first type is the knowledgeable man, the scholar; a noble, dependable, serene man, fully dedicated to accomplishing his task, whatever it may be.
The second type is the man of action, highly volatile, a great humorous fickle companion.
The third type is the organizer behind the scenes, the mysterious, unknowable man. Nothing can be said about him because he allows nothing about himself to slip out.
The courier is the fourth type, He is the assistant, a taciturn, somber man who does very well if properly directed but who cannot stand on his own.
In order to make things easier, the Eagle showed the Nagual man and Nagual woman that each of these types among men and women of the earth has specific features in its luminous body.
The scholar has a sort of shallow dent, a bright depression at his solar plexus. In some men it appears as a pool of intense luminosity, sometimes smooth and shiny like a mirror without a reflection.
The man of action has some fibers emanating from the area of the will. The number of fibers varies from one to five, their size ranging from a mere string to a thick, whiplike tentacle up to eight feet long. Some have as many as three of these fibers developed into tentacles.
The man behind the scenes is recognized not by a feature but by his ability to create, quite involuntarily, a burst of power that effectively blocks the attention of seers. When in the presence of this type of man, seers find themselves immersed in extraneous detail rather than seeing.
The assistant has no obvious configuration. To seers he appears as a clear glow in a flawless shell of luminosity.
In the female realm, the east is recognized by the almost imperceptible blotches in her luminosity, something like small areas of discoloration.
The north has an overall radiation; she exudes a reddish glow, almost like heat.
The west has a tenuous film enveloping her, a film which makes her appear darker than the others.
The south has an intermittent glow; she shines for a moment and then gets dull, only to shine again.
The Nagual man and the Nagual woman have two different movements in their luminous bodies. Their right sides wave, while their left sides whirl.
In terms of personality, the Nagual man is supportive, steady, unchangeable. The Nagual woman is a being at war and yet relaxed, ever aware but without strain. Both of them reflect the four types of their sex, as four ways of behaving.
The first command that the Eagle gave the Nagual man and Nagual woman was to find, on their own, another set of four female warriors, four directions, who were the exact replicas of the stalkers but who were dreamers.
Dreamers appear to a seer as having an apron of hairlike fibers at their midsections. Stalkers have a similar apronlike feature, but instead of fibers the apron consists of countless small, round protuberances.
The eight female warriors are divided into two bands, which are called the right and left planets. The right planet is made up of four stalkers, the left of four dreamers. The warriors of each planet were taught by the Eagle the rule of their specific task: stalkers were taught stalking; dreamers were taught dreaming.
The two female warriors of each direction live together. They are so alike that they mirror each other, and only through impeccability can they find solace and challenge in each other's reflection.
The only time when the four dreamers or four stalkers get together is when they have to accomplish a strenuous task; but only under special circumstances should the four of them join hands, for their touch fuses them into one being and should be used only in cases of dire need, or at the moment of leaving this world.
The two female warriors of each direction are attached to one of the males, in any combination that is necessary. Thus they make a set of four households, which are capable of incorporating as many warriors as needed.
The male warriors and the courier can also form an independent unit of four men, or each can function as a solitary being, as dictated by necessity.
Next the Nagual and his party were commanded to find three more couriers. These could be all males or all females or a mixed set, but the male couriers had to be of the fourth type of man, the assistant, and the females had to be from the south.
In order to make sure that the first Nagual man would lead his party to freedom and not deviate from that path or become corrupted, the Eagle took the Nagual woman to the other world to serve as a beacon, guiding the party to the opening.
The Nagual and his warriors were then commanded to forget.
They were plunged into darkness and were given new tasks: the task of remembering themselves, and the task of remembering the Eagle.
The command to forget was so great that everyone was separated. They did not remember who they were. The Eagle intended that if they were capable of remembering themselves again, they would find the totality of themselves. Only then would they have the strength and forebearance necessary to seek and face their definitive journey.
Their last task, after they had regained the totality of themselves, was to get a new pair of double beings and transform them into a new Nagual man and a new Nagual woman by virtue of revealing the rule to them. And just as the first Nagual man and Nagual woman had been provided with a minimal party, they had to supply the new pair of Naguals with four female warriors who were stalkers, three male warriors, and one male courier.
When the first Nagual and his party were ready to go through the passageway, the first Nagual woman was waiting to guide them. They were ordered then to take the new Nagual woman with them to the other world to serve as a beacon for her people, leaving the new Nagual man in the world to repeat the cycle.
While in the world, the minimal number under a Nagual's leadership is sixteen: eight female warriors, four male warriors, counting the Nagual, and four couriers. At the moment of leaving the world, when the new Nagual woman is with them, the Nagual's number is seventeen. If his personal power permits him to have more warriors, then more must be added in multiples of four."
Another mystery photo?
Yup, you got it.
I was trying to think up something clever or introspective to write up for this one- but I won’t.
And why should I?
You out there do so much better at interoperating my stuff.
Often I read what you write and have to refer back to my picture.
“Did I take that?”
“Yea! That’s EXACTLY what I meant!”
The eye explores,
with vivid and childlike curiosity,
the much-loved and less well known places in the French capital.
The photograph uses a long-exposure technique,
and refusing the use of a solid tripod,
he walks around, discovers and experiences Paris during the same shoot,
creating introspective, expressive and dreamy images,
that describe the vibration of his exploration of the urban space.
After what seemed like an eternity treading through the Sahara, with our only light being the moon, we finally settled at our camp. Inside the small camp grounds, now surrounded by resting camels, a few odd palm trees, and sand hills, the locals poured us Moroccan mint tea and treated us to a traditional show. Afterwards, I ventured outside of the camp grounds to explore what was quite possibly the most beautiful environent I have found myself in. Desolate and eerily quite, the camels rested on the cold desert floor, sneering whenever I approached. I took this long exposure of our guide and his camel from a safe enough distance where I didn't disturb either of them to capture to what I thought was the perfect shot.
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Truth, in its rawest form, is what art remembers most.
There are moments that speak louder in silence. In this portrait, a child sits between calm and chaos, a breath held in stillness, an emotion half-formed, half-felt. It is not sadness alone, nor peace, but something in between, the quiet weight of being human, captured before words arrive to explain it.
Shot as part of my ongoing fine art portrait series, this image seeks to uncover the language of emotion through light, shadow, and stillness.
Each imperfection and trace of honesty remains, because truth, in its rawest form, is what art remembers most.
Ok, this is the last photo from my old camera, and also the last one from my honeymoon trip in October. This one was taken in Utah, where they have these amazing rock formations. I usually tend to keep my photos in the cooler color area, but it's nice to shake things up now and then. I also used a slightly different aspect ratio than I usually do for this photo, to really emphasize the vertical lines. Geoff was very helpful in taking this :)
The title, and the whole concept, came from Tool's The Grudge, which is one of my favorite songs.
My online, self-discovery-through-photography class, Introspective, is going to be starting up again in January. It's going to be a really amazing experience, so please read about it and send me a message if you're interested in it!
Capturing gesture, volume and line, Morgan created a permanent and timeless image from an essentially ephemeral experience. In Graham’s performance, based on the life of Emily Dickenson, and in Morgan’s photograph, the poet is portrayed as both messenger to the world and recluse. The dancer extends into space as she holds her head downward, in an introspective, melancholic pose.
I'm either super introspective today or I’ve accidentally reversed my sense of self.
Image imagined in MidJourney AI and finished with Topaz Studio and Lightroom Classic.
I was tired of the typical "introspective, moody, dark self-portrait," so I decided to take a lighter approach. I really hate taking self-portraits, but this one was actually pretty fun to put together. Taken for an assignment in an art/photography history class.
By Tim Chambers
Been an interesting and introspective time away - life doesn't always turn out the way one plans or wishes.
Some concerns about my family have dampened my mood. Maybe there will be answers tomorrow?
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Happy New Year everyone! I hope you all had a nice evening last night on New Year's Eve and day today no matter what you decided to do! I wanted to take a moment to share all of the favorite books I read last year and, as always, I'd love to hear about your favorites too!
As I always preface these end of year book lists, many of these books came out in previous years and I didn’t read them when they came out. These just happen to be the best books I read this year. I consider myself an avid reader and one year I actually read a book every day. I haven’t been able to top that since 2019 but I read somewhere between 160-200 books each year. It’s actually hard for me to keep track of the combined total between books I read on my Kindle while traveling and working out on my elliptical and books I read in the bathtub that are the old fashioned type involving paper (remember those?). I successfully did not drop any books in the bathtub this year, which is a real feat seeing as how I am fond of creating bubble monsters that float around from the tub to the ceiling and eat words. You have to watch out for the bubble monsters!
All this being said, here are some of my favorites from this year:
1. Fruiting Bodies by Kathryn Harlan
Harlan could just be my favorite living short story author. Her ideas are not just creative but incredible. This is finely crafted weirdo stuff but exactly what I am looking for in a short story with just the right amount of length and balance between character development and plot. My favorite of the stories, “Fiddler, Fool Pair” was one I resisted at first because I am not as into a certain type of fiction that gets into magical creatures and such but it ended up being not only my favorite but one that I literally weeped at. I’m still getting a little teary now. These are not sad stories, however, but point to the ability of the human spirit to be creative. A couple more things I’ll tell you about this book so that you read it:
-I read it twice this year because I loved it so much.
-My mom read it and loved it so much that she bought a copy for her local library so others could also read it (They didn’t have a copy already).
-This was a Pen/Faulkner 2023 Longlisted book and I’m pretty sure it’s better than anything Faulkner ever wrote.
-If aliens were to come and ask me for one reason why they shouldn’t destroy Earth, I’d shrug and hand them Fruiting Bodies.
2. The Morning Star by Karl Ove Knausgaard
About a decade ago, I read Knausgaard’s My Struggle series and I hadn’t read anything by him since then. Sometimes, I actually veer away from male authors just because throughout history they have been over-represented. That’s not to say there aren’t some fantastic works out there, though and this is one of them. Knausgaard is a very purposeful sort of author and will take his time. This novel is over 600 pages and Wolves of Eternity, which I also read this year and enjoyed, is a whopping 800 pages!
I should also be clear that if I had read Wolves of Eternity first, I may as well have liked it better than The Morning Star. I think my issue with the two novels and reading them so close together was that there was a lot of philosophical overlap about death concepts especially. I enjoyed the characters in both books quite a lot, though, as well as the meandering sense of pondering. I wouldn’t necessarily say Knausgaard is too intellectual, either. He’ll definitely appeal to deep thinkers and the more introspective type of reader but, at the same time, you don’t have to have a philosophy degree to really comprehend the thought processes the characters go through. So, if you’re looking to start this year with a really long novel you can just delve right into, choose one of these. I should also say a main difference between The Morning Star and The Wolves of Eternity is that the Wolves of Eternity gives you some idea of what Russia might look like through a Norwegian perspective *and* gets a little more into human responsibility for choices in this modern world.
Again, I would highly recommend both books. Make time for reading and your life will change.
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3. The Wolf Hunt by Ayelet Gundar-Goshen
I would recommend all three novels I’ve read by this author (Waking Lions and the Liar are her other two) that I’ve read. She is an incredible weaver of stories and cognizant of the complex layers of humans and the inter-weaving of human lives and conflicts..the multiple weights we carry and work through. The Wolf Hunt is no exception and explores everything from racism to homophobia with a few plot twists I never saw coming. This is incredibly riveting book also gives insights into violence and the torn feelings American Jews may have when comparing their lives and choices to their relatives in Israel. Finally, this book is important to read in the sense that it explores how violence begets violence and how quickly paranoia gets out of control. In light of the horror of what is happening between Israel and Palestine in the past and present, I did look up Goshen’s views. I could only find something from a few years ago but she has protested against Israeli violence in Gaza and worked at one time for the Israeli Human Rights Association. She’s also a trained psychologist so perhaps that is also helpful in creating realistic and meaningful characters. Here’s a couple of links featuring a review and an interview.
www.theguardian.com/books/2023/aug/22/the-wolf-hunt-by-ay...
www.thejc.com/life-and-culture/books/interview-ayelet-gun...
4. Greek Lessons by Han Kang
In the past few years, I have noticed more experimental fiction coming out of South Korea and have been very impressed with what I have read. Greek Lessons was one of my favorites this year and I had started the book with a great deal of trepidation as I really hadn’t enjoyed The Vegetarian nearly as much. Greek Lessons is very much so about language and features a very striking sense of experiential inner monologue and sense of philosophizing. It is a real poetic wonder and, though I suppose it would meet some tenants of experimental fiction, it is also possibly to just read it in a certain way where the words intermix with you thoughts and provide a meaningful dialogue and interesting viewpoints.
www.theguardian.com/books/2023/apr/11/greek-lessons-by-ha...
5. The Aosawa Murders by Riku Onda
I tend to crave Japanese novels more than any other type and I read A LOT of novels coming out of Japan. Some of them are cute like the Before the Coffee Gets Cold series by Toshikazu Kawaguchi (Yes, I read the newest fourth book Before We Say Goodbye of the series and liked it) and some of them are much much darker like The Thief by Fuminori Nakamura which I also read this year. Of course, I have read everything by the famous authors Haruki Murakami and Banana Yoshimoto but I increasingly have gone back and re-read Mishima’s novels as well as Kenzaburō Ōe. All this is just to say that I have some admitted preferences for Japanese fiction in particular and so I may even be considered a little biased.
Some people get massages when they need to slip into a different head space. I usually just read Japanese fiction. That typically does the trick from the first page forward. In fact, I have gone through phases where I can literally only rad Japanese literature and reading anything else makes my stomach feel sick. The words just don’t work right on the page and travel differently into my mind. It’s an odd fit and I detest it. In contrast, from the first page on, every time I open up a Japanese novel, I hear the lyrics “I put a spell on you and now you’re mine!” in my head quite prominently.
The Aosawa Murders is no exception and it put me in quite a trance so that I devoured it like a chocolate cake with mousse filling. I could not stop reading this book I was so transfixed. What’s crazy is I can’t even really put into words or describe my addiction fully and what it is about the writing that had me hooked but the story line was incredible and the way that Onda ventures forth into the event of a mass poisoning by her examination of the characters present was really spectacular. I don’t tend to read a ton of thrillers or mystery novels but Onda’s novel here has some similar characteristics to other books in this genre and surely elevates it in a big way.
www.kirkusreviews.com/book-reviews/riku-onda/the-aosawa-m...
6. The Heaven & Earth Grocery Store by James McBride
I read both this book and Deacon King Kong in the same timespan (possibly even in the same week) and I liked them both but this one left an even greater impression, perhaps because of the way McBride gets into the treatment of a boy with a disability in the book. McBride has a way of writing characters with humor even when they are dealing with multiple conflicts and I enjoy that quite a bit. This book also shows a community and ties between African Americans and Jews in small town Pennsylvania in the 1930s, which I think many people might not know about. McBride is a fantastic author and I’ve read many of his novels and enjoyed them! You can tell there’s a side of him that is empathetic and kind to his characters and real people.
www.washingtonpost.com/books/2023/09/23/heaven-earth-groc...
7. Lonely Castle in the Mirror by Mizuki Tsujimura
I get the feeling that this book is rather popular in Japan and I just saw that it was made into an animated film. I really liked it for it’s vivid imagination and sense of problem solving for a group of isolated teenagers who don’t fit into their high schools at all and so have stopped going because of deep school anxieties. They manage to escape into this castle space and find each other and become friends and there’s an interesting sense of their personalities and how Tsujimura explores what has brought them to this point in their lives. I thought this book was really important for all educators to read to try to understand school anxieties as well as remember what it was like to be a teenager and have these strong feelings. I related quite a bit myself to not feeling like I fit in and wanting to just avoid school altogether. I didn’t end up staying home for any length of time but middle school and high school filled me with a deep dread socially. I didn’t want to enter my school building on most days because I just felt like a true misfit. I battled my first depressions in these years and struggled so much with understanding what I would even have to do to make friends or be popular. Of course, my parents had also moved out to a rural place from the city of Rochester after I finished 6th grade and so I found myself surrounded by farmer kids vs. city kids and I had literally nothing in common with them (On Friday and Saturday nights, they would tip cows for fun and I was a staunch vegetarian even at this age). These kids had all known each other for so many years and I was the new one and relentlessly picked on. The way children can be cruel to each other is something that is troubling to me and I still observe it today. In any case, if you felt like this too a little or if you work with children or have children, you might want to read this one!
www.tor.com/2022/10/20/book-reviews-mizuki-tsujimura-lone...
8. A Living Remedy by Nicole Chung
I’ve read a few memoirs this year but this one was especially impressive to me. Chung was adopted by white parents in Oregon but, unlike many children who have been adopted, her parents were poor and became even more impoverished when they experienced health issues and a failing US healthcare system or, I should probably call it a no care system because that’s basically what it is. Chung explores her life and the processes of handling illness and grief with a disarming honesty and adeptness. She is a fantastic author and her previous memoir, All You Can Ever Know is also recommended. These are heavy topics but I highly believe books like these are so necessary, especially if you happen to be going through these things yourself.
www.npr.org/2023/04/10/1168941141/living-remedy-review-ni...
9. The Aquarium by Yaara Shehori
I think it’s perhaps because I am an only child that I tend to love reading about books that explore the relationships between siblings, especially sisters. It’s fascinating to me, especially when it is done this well. This book is another really poetic marvel and it features a family who is deaf living in an isolated space in poverty and I loved how their thoughts were explored as well as their communications. It also gets into hearing aids and the psychological impact as well as the sensory experience of using them. I was really quite impressed by the way Shehori explored the lives of these sisters!
www.nyjournalofbooks.com/book-review/aquarium-novel
10. Cursed Bunny by Bora Chung
I tend to love speculative fiction and this collection of short stories is super imaginative and fun. I loved the unpredictability of each of them and the collection as a whole and felt like Chung’s voice was very creative and stood out strongly from many other short stories I’ve read. This is just another example of how South Korean authors, especially female authors, are creating great and sometimes preposterous stories and, thankfully, are also being translated into English. Many of these stories had me reeling and laughing in the same span of pages.
www.npr.org/2022/12/11/1142119424/bora-chung-on-her-colle...
More books that I loved reading this year (Honorable Mention)
Monstrilio: A Novel by Gerardo Sámano Córdova
Lydia Davis short story collection Our Strangers
The Memory of Animals a novel by Claire Fuller
The Memory Librarian: And Other Stories of Dirty Computer collection edited by Janelle Monáe
Seeking Fortune Elsewhere stories by Sindya Bhanoo
The Book Eaters by Sunyi Dean
Groundskeeping by Lee Cole
The Five Sorrowful Mysteries of Andy Africa by Stephen Buoro
The Overstory a novel by Richard Powers
Entangled Life nonfiction by Merlin Sheldrake
Leslie F*cking Jones a memoir
The Premonition by Banana Yoshimoto
Oh, William! by Elizabeth Strout
The Vulnerables by Sigrid Nunez
Evil Eye by Etaf Rum (Palestinian Author)
The New Naturals a novel by Gabriel Bump
The Future a novel by Naomi Alderman
Land of Milk and Honey novel by C. Pam Zhang
Chlorine by Jade Song
Zone One by Colson Whitehead (re-read of my favorite zombie book of all time)
Yellow Face a novel by R.F. Kuang
Disorientation a novel by Elaine Hsieh Chou
Minor Detail a novel by Adania Shibli (Palestinian Author)
The Centre a novel by Ayesha Manazir Siddiqi
A note about the above photo: This was taken in late summer when it was over 90 degrees Farenheit, which is too hot for me to be biking in tights and looking good as you can tell. My face looks extraordinarily large with this camera angle but that's how it goes and I am squinting into the sun so to me it looks very strange. Then again, bodies are always a little weird and very silly. My partner, Cinchel, took this photo of me covered in mushrooms lying down near a forest preserve 10 miles NW of where we live. He recently asked me what I would want for an anniversary present (It will be 25 years coming up!) and I replied, "Don't divorce me or die."
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• I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
• If I rest, if I think inward, I go mad.
• Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self-questioning.
• I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
• If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
• Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything it is because we are dangerously near wanting nothing.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am....
Santa Chiara is a religious complex in Naples, Italy, that includes the Church of Santa Chiara, a monastery, tombs and an archeological museum. The Basilica church of Santa Chiara faces Via Benedetto Croce, which is the easternmost leg of Via Spaccanapoli. The church facade of Santa Chiara is diagonally across from the church of Gesù Nuovo.
The double monastic complex was built in 1313–1340 by Queen Sancha of Majorca and her husband King Robert of Naples, who is also buried in the complex. The original church was in traditional Provençal-Gothic style, but was decorated in the 17th century in Baroque style by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro. After the edifice was partially destroyed by a fire after the Allied bombings during World War II, it was brought back to the alleged original state by a disputed restoration, which was completed in 1953.
Famous is the cloister of the Clarisses, transformed in 1742 by Domenico Antonio Vaccaro with the unique addition of majolica tiles in Rococò style. The brash color floral decoration makes this cloister, with octagonal columns in pergola-like structure, likely unique and would seem to clash with the introspective world of cloistered nuns. The cloister arcades are also decorated by frescoes, now much degraded. (Wikipedia)
Looking into the forest of the Sol Duc Valley
Olympic National Park
I think a little HDR work is called for when trying to bring out the depths of the shadowed forest. I like photographing forest interiors. If you look around you, you'll notice just how busy the scene is, with its many shades of green and brown and all those riotous ferns and other vegetation, placed between and on the tall trees. Forest interiors are moody, magical, and introspective. They make one stop and think while looking.
The Sol Duc Valley is about a mile wide, at its widest. It's a pretty narrow valley and I felt a vague sense of unease and being closed in as I drove down the road 12 miles to the Sol Duc Hot Springs Resort. While I appreciated the green, shadowed beauty around me, I realized I am apparently a bit more of a wide-open spaces kind of gal and felt much better after I finally departed a couple of days later to head on to Lake Crescent and regain a little breathing room.
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An introspective, rain-filled day in Milwaukee highlights the subtle, yet unmistakeable beauty of this mundane bridge truss.
Seeking interesting and introspective shapes with Collibrina.
Constructive critique is welcome, publicly or privately.
Model: Collibrina (IG: @collibrina, MM #3213540)
Studio: @hudsonartstudio
Parque Nacional Los Glaciares - Argentina.
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here i am, in norwalk, connecticut, where i now work... the last few weeks have been very introspective... i've had a lot of time to think, riding a train with some really sad people... i've thought a lot about past mistakes and what they've cost me... letting go of all that... it's time... so yeah, this is my first self-portrait with the diana+ camera... not bad... still not sure what i think of it though... it's no holga, that's for sure... :)
After our 3rd nor'easter in something like 10 days, I thought it might be worth having a look at the patterns the snow makes when it sticks to the trees in the land preserve behind our yard. It's not meant to be a flashy image, but rather a calming image to study. Thanks for looking!
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Detail from a monument to Edith Louisa Cavell (British nurse and patriot °Swardeston UK 4 December 1865 – ✝ Schaerbeek Belgium 12 October 1915) by Belgian sculptor/medalist Paul Du Bois (°Aywaille 1859 – ✝Uccle 1938).
Edith Cavell is celebrated for saving the lives of soldiers from both sides without distinction and in helping some 200 Allied soldiers escape from German-occupied Belgium during World War I, for which she was arrested. She was subsequently court-martialled, found guilty of treason and sentenced to death. Despite international pressure for mercy, she was shot by a German firing squad. Her execution received worldwide condemnation and extensive press coverage.
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