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The best way to overcome the feeling that your photographic work has become predictable and, in you own mind, second class, is to grab the rare opportunity to be there when all the right elements come together. I trust it is the case with this one. I may, after posting this, become, once again, introspective but I think not. (Sydney harbour.Viewed from Bradley's Head.)
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In the stillness of a fleeting moment, a gaze meets its reflection — not quite aligned, not quite whole. The blurred hand reaches out as if to bridge the distance between what is seen and what is felt, between presence and absence. In the soft grayscale of memory, the eyes remain sharp, piercing, and real — holding onto a truth that words cannot contain.
A single frame can hold an entire story. This fine art black and white portrait captures a raw moment of reflection — the child’s eyes searching, questioning, holding emotion in silence. The mirrored reflection deepens the storytelling, pulling the viewer between presence and memory, reality and dream. Shot in dramatic monochrome, this moody portrait blends fine art photography with emotional truth, inviting connection, interpretation, and dialogue.
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A Franz LISZT: CHRISTMAS-TREE SUITE.
Part 4 www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ek5Hz1Lb90
If, like me, you ears are tired of having all the pop Christmas music being rammed down your ears, but you still need beautiful sound caressing you, then, here you go!
Franz Liszt is a fine alternative.
Franz Liszt seems the last person who would write charming Christmas music.
Virtuoso fireworks, desperate passion and the smell of hell-fire was more his line.
But by 1881 he’d turned 70, and become a mild and introspective clergyman.
His music had become gentle, as this Christmas-tree Suite shows.
In the Autumn he went to stay in a modest hotel in Rome, where his grand-daughter Daniela kept him company.
On Christmas day he played the Suite for her and a few guests.
I have shoots where they give me things to photograph and never want it back, that means I can do my free photography when I have time, and after that, it goes to the charity shop.
Sprinkle a bit of festive angle-dust around you, you'll feel great!
I wish you all the very best, and thanx for all your kind words, time, comments and faves.
Very much appreciated. M, (*_*)
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This work is about Hong Kong and essentially an introspective examination of a phenomenon that I experienced during my stay in the vertical alpha city. By capturing urban and suburban places, I tried to explore the intriguing shifts in my spatial perception.
I will upload a small selection of photographs from the series here on Flickr.
As for the complete series, I was able to publish it as a limited edition photo book.
If you are interested, you can buy it here for 20,- €: www.buchhaltung-verlag.de/invisiblehorizons.html
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)
This was a series of placards I created sometime during my sophomore year in college. I find it interesting to note how fixated I was on death, violence, and suicidal issues.
Many Natural Born Killers references throughout. Very ominous, but mostly harmless, pseudo-introspective bullshit. Enjoy.
Being introspective isn't a bad thing. It's good to be thoughtful for a moment.
In other news. I now have over 10,000 fans on Facebook! Wow!
I sometimes wonder, if I had been born with XX chromosomes instead of XY, would I still have this desire to "dress?" You know what I mean--a bit over the top, more makeup and jewelry, more prone to dresses, etc.
I'm just glad I am what I am :)
The Gehry Partners-designed apartment and townhouse complex known as Prospect Place, immediately south of the power station.
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Introspective Perceptions Romantic Mysticisms.
Hilflose Ängste nachdenkliche stille Schwäche erstaunliche Täler nackte bescheidene Flügel glitzernde goldene Blüten balmy absteigende Knie,
totus pallidus somnum soluens decoris votis ardentibus querelis contagionis antiquae matutina nebula thymiamatis innocentes multos fontes,
Tempo d'avvolgimento d'aria tremolante arrossire salute dainty ore reputazione tesori esaltazioni fiduciari diavoli maledetti dannati leggi di contraffazione,
غليبينغ الثعابين ميسديدس تدمير الشياطين تهاجم الشفاه العنيد اللحم قلوب مخزية الصبر الأسرار المروعة الأبواب البشعة مغلقة,
Faux et larges fanatiques, les égoïsants flatteurs prennent des braves avec des lettres méchantes qui flétrissent des exemples ruinés,
危険なソネットは、最後の弱い欲望を罵倒病気を召喚します。痛ましい談話を欺く人間の種.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Una mirada al interior, oscura, desconcertante, me siento desaparecer y no puedo hacer nada, estoy perdida y atrapada.
You watch any group of primates (even humans) and you soon find exemplars of personality types. I watched this one for a little while and he seemed, sadly depressed, and alone. I felt like I wished I could give him a hug. At the very least he was deep in his thoughts and never looked up.
From the exhibition Introspective Retrospective by Tomoko Takahashi at the De La Warr Pavilion.
This part of the exhibition was called Clockwork but I like my title better!
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.
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)
I was born in the rich part of the world. It was pure luck, nothing more. Here, a human being is granted countless privileges simply by the place of birth, the color of skin, or the faith they follow. The politicians who now lead much of this wealthy world speak in loud slogans about raising walls, sealing borders, and pushing away the poor and the foreign, as if they were the source of all our problems. Yet the real fault lies in our fear of sharing what we have, not only our wealth but our comfort, our space, our voice, the illusion that we deserve more than others.
What we rarely admit is that much of the wealth we defend was built from centuries of exploitation, of land, of labor, of people who never had a choice. We have taken resources, dictated laws, and drawn borders that served us first. Today, when those who were excluded come knocking, we call them intruders instead of witnesses of our history.
What we truly need are doors, not higher walls. Doors that allow exchange instead of suspicion. Doors that remind us that safety and dignity lose meaning when they are not shared. Until we understand this, we will keep believing that privilege is proof of worth, mistaking the luck of our birth for something we have earned.
To open a door is not an act of generosity, but a small gesture of justice. It means recognising that the comfort we enjoy is tied to the discomfort of others. It means listening instead of lecturing, repairing instead of fearing.
Thank you, Collins, for our chat.
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Now and then I've suffered imperfections
I've studied marble flaws
And faces drawn pale and worn
By many tears
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A striking portrait of a woman in a white ribbed tank top, captured with a focus on her serious expression and the textured fabric. The blurred green window background adds depth and a sense of introspection.
I feel like I'm top of the world! Except I have acrophobia so with that feeling of top of the world comes feelings of nausea and dizziness haha.
Last few days have been totally mental. Started off with me finally getting the results from my Masters exams - PASS! That was a shock because I was really ill during the exams, got panic attacks every single day, heavily drugged up and couldn't complete the paper for two of my courses. When I saw my statement of results, I was so shocked but grateful, I burst out in tears :D
Then it was end of Ramadan (which was sad) and beginning of Eid (happy) - frantic family gatherings and eating coma-inducing food. Asian gatherings = food feasts so at some point I started feeling sick and because I'm a hypochondriac, I was convinced I had diabetes so I spent a few days refusing to eat food and generally freaking out haha. But after a few days of regular training & avoiding sugar/carbs, I felt back to normal just in time for my birthday cake :D
Back in London, this time coincided with my aunt coming over from Desh so we had another gathering / birthday celebration. I'm at that age precipice to the Asian date-of-expiry (Adoe) for girls so I didn't even realise that it was already August and slowly creeping up to my ageing-day. Anyway, I've decided I'm going to be at this age for the next 6 years so problem sorted.
We have three weddings coming up so this is also a time for the familial flocks to all gather from America, Canada, Australia, Switzerland and of course Bangladesh! HOUSE-FULL. This would normally be great except FrAsians (fresh Asians) have no concept of private space and I'm an only child, I NEED my Space … so not so great.
I also finally turned on my phone after a month of being dead and was attacked by a bunch of happy/concerned/angry texts over the course of time so I'm in kind of a tricky situation. On top of that, this dissertation creeped up on my arse and now I'm freaking out because I HAVE NO TIME LEFT! I mean, I thought I had time, but I didn't take into account the family and the weddings so I'm feeling a bit frantic.
Things at work are picking up, which is both a good and a bad thing. Its good because it means funding money yay. But its bad because it means that my usually dormant role has become more active right when I'm feeling scarce in terms of time. I also have to juggle in a trip to Taiwan and I'm worried I might not be able to make it (already cancelled Vietnam/Singapore)!
So, as you can see if you've read this, feeling top of the world pretty much goes hand in hand with feeling nauseous, dizzy and overwhelmed. I also feel really really tired, I have no idea why but its really exhausting, feeling so tired :( anyhow I suppose this is good-bye because I think I'm going to have to take a break from Flickr as well (I've already shut down the blog / FB / Twitter / etc.). I'll see you when I see you (you better miss me and notice my absence peeps) :D
Ciao for now! ox