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" When everything lies in disguise
How could I ever forget?
Those eyes looking for my weal
How could I ever know more?
When everything is held by threat
How could I ever feel you?
Once again, without losing my mind
Oh empty note
Shadows of my past
Made it to the end
Oh empty note
Shadows of my past
Made it to the end
How could I ever know you?
When you are miles and miles away
How could I forgive myself?
How blind and scared I was
Oh empty note.. "
- Ghostly Kisses -
www.youtube.com/watch?v=AZCzfLMHUQs
Thank you so much in advance my dear friends for the faves, awards and comments. Forgive me if I cant respond sometimes. For sure and 100% I read all your comments and always so grateful for it. Take care my sweet friends. Hugs to all 💞
Switzerland, May 2021
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My latest ANIMAL VIDEO (warning, it's a bit shocking): www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T2-Xszz7FI
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ABOUT THE PHOTO:
So this photo is a bit of a novelty for me - at least here on Flickr, but it's also a journey back in time in a sense. I've always loved b/w and sepia photography; already as a very young teenager I would go out into the woods with an old Pentax Spotmatic (which I had nicked from my father) whenever it was a foggy day to shoot b/w compositions of sunbeams cutting through the ghostlike trees.
I used films with a sensitivity of at least 1600 (for those of you who remember what that means 😉 ), and the resulting photos had an incredibly fine grain which I loved; I blew them up to the size of posters and hung them on the walls of my teenage man-cave next to Hendrix, Jim Morrison and Slash.
But then I abandoned photography altogether for 20 years, and when I finally picked up a camera again, it was one of the digital kind. Now neither film nor grain played any role in my photographic endeavours - let alone b/w compositions: because the reason I fell in love with shooting pictures once more was the rare and incredibly colorful lizard species that had chosen my garden as its habitat.
It's this species - the Lacerta bilineata aka the western green lizard - that my photo website www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ and also my Flickr gallery are dedicated to, but I've since expanded that theme a bit so that it now comprises the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat, which is to say my garden and its immediate surroundings and all the flora and fauna I find in it.
I like that my gallery and the website have this clear theme, because in order to rise to the challenge of portraying all aspects of a very specific little eco system (which also happens to be my home of sorts), it forces me to constantly explore it from fresh angles, and I keep discovering fascinating new motives as my photographic journey continues.
Which brings me to the horse pasture you see in this photo. This playground for happy horsies lies just outside my garden, and it normally only interests me insofar as my green reptile friends claim parts of it as their territory, and I very much prefer it to be horseless (which it thankfully often is).
Not that the horses bother the reptiles - the lizards don't mind them one bit, and I've even seen them jump from the safety of the fly honeysuckle shrub which the pasture borders on right between the deadly looking hooves of the horses to forage for snails, without any sign of fear or even respect.
No, the reason I have a very conflicted relationship with those horses is that they are mighty cute and that there's usually also foals. The sight of those beautiful, happy animals jumping around and frolicking (it's a huge pasture and you can tell the horses really love it) is irresistible: and that inevitably attracts what in the entire universe is known as the most destructive anti-matter and ultimate undoing of any nature photographer: other humans.
Unlike with the horses, the lizards ARE indeed very much bothered by specimens of loud, unpredictable Homo sapiens sapiens - which makes those (and by extension also the horses) the cryptonite of this here reptile photographer. It's not the horses' fault, I know that, but that doesn't change a thing. I'm just telling you how it is (and some of you might have read about the traumatic events I had to endure to get a particular photo - if not, read at your own risk here: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51405389883/in/datepo... - which clearly demonstrated that even when it's entirely horseless, that pasture is still a threat for artistic endeavours).
But back to the photo. So one morning during my vacation back in May I got up quite early. It had rained all night, and now the fog was creeping up from the valley below to our village just as the sky cleared up and the morning sun started to shine through the trees.
And just as I did when I was a teenager I grabbed my camera and ran out to photograph this beautiful mood of ghostlike trees and sunbeams cutting through the mist. There had already been such a day a week earlier (which is when I took this photo: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/51543603732/in/datepo... ), but this time, the horses were also there.
Because of our slightly strained relationship I only took this one photo of them (I now wish I had taken more: talk about missed opportunities), and otherwise concentrated on the landscape. It was only later when I went through all the photos on my computer that I realized that I actually really liked those horses, even despite the whole composition being such a cliché. And I realized another thing: when I drained the photo of all the color, I liked it even better - because there was almost a bit of grain in it, like in the photos from my youth.
Since then I have experimented quite a bit with b/w and sepia compositions (some of which I will upload here eventually I guess), but this photo here is the first one that helped me rediscover my old passion. I hope you like it even though it builds quite a stark contrast with the rest of my tiny - and very colorful - gallery. But in the spirit of showing you the whole Lacerta bilineata habitat (and also in the spirit of expanding my gallery a bit beyond lizards and insects), I think it's not such a bad fit.
As always, many greetings to all of you, have a wonderful day and don't hesitate to let me know what you think 😊
Acer Campestre Tree.v2{Animated}*4Seasons by Little Branch
RUINS by :FANATIK:
LAND SHAPES by :FANATIK:
DEBRIS Stone by :FANATIK:
Pura Besakih lies at the foot of Mt. Agung, an active volcano on the island of Bali. As the center of Bali's Hindi religion, this holy of holies has remained here for centuries despite numerous volcanic eruptions, all of which have spared the huge temple complex that honors Hindu gods.
Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Just Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Don't go
Fucking with my fantasy
Keep Lying to me
Baby I've known lonely
So let me down now slowly
You know me
Tell me I'm your only
Even if it hurts
Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Just Keep Lying
Keep Lying to me
Don't go
Fucking with my fantasy
Keep Lying to me
Tell me a story
Let's make believe
If you're lying I'll listen
Say it through your teeth
Make me a prison
And throw away the key
'Cause I know what I'm missing
It's better than nothing
☠ TuNe "The Game" - Disturbed
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsIXGVOvah8
☠ Hair: =DeLa*=
☠ Dress: ED.
☠ Ink: .::Nanika::.
☠ Pose: {Lyrium}
Taken @ Pendle Hill
Selon Rosa, l'aliénation contemporaine est directement liée à la pression temporelle que nous subissons.
Cette intuition centrale tient en quelques lignes : "Les sociétés modernes sont à mon sens régulées, coordonnées et dominées par un régime temporel rigoureux et strict qui n'est pas articulé en termes éthiques. Les sujets modernes peuvent donc être décrits comme n'étant restreints qu'a minima par des règles et des sanctions éthiques, et par conséquent comme étant "libres", alors qu'ils sont régentés, dominés et réprimés par un régime-temps en grande partie invisible, dépolitisé, indiscuté, sous-théorisé et inarticulé. Ce régime-temps peut en fait être analysé grâce à un concept unificateur : la logique de l'accélération sociale.
Remède à l'accélération - Hartmut Rosa
Located on the Nete river, Lier was settled in the 8th century and developed around the chapel of St. Peter. Lier became an important textile centre in the 14th century. It was besieged and taken by the Spanish in 1582, by the Dutch in 1595, and by the English in 1706 during the War of the Spanish Succession.
Lier is a French commune that was granted city rites in 1212. It is located in the Flanders region of Northern Belgium. Located on the Nete river, Lier was settled in the 8th century and developed around the chapel of St. Peter. Lier became an important textile centre in the 14th century. It was besieged and taken by the Spanish in 1582, by the Dutch in 1595, and by the English in 1706 during the War of the Spanish Succession. Belgian nationalists resisted a Dutch attack in 1830. Belgium has seen its fair share of war and occupation.
Destruction of Lier occurred as a result of bombing in Antwerp in 1914; however, many of the medieval structures survived including, the Gothic belfry, St. Gommarus’ Church and the béguinage.
- Catwa
- Stray Dog
- Flow
- Represent
- Volkstone
- Bleich
- Nutmeg
More details... mortemm.wordpress.com/2018/10/24/love-lies/
Fall N Fog......
This morning there was a heavy misty, white fog that settled all over the quiet streets of Brampton. I headed out as soon as the sun came up.ready for an adventure! the nearby fields were thick with the white mist and the low lying areas were completely socked in. As i made my way through the neighbourhood I began taking pictures of what i saw. this shot of the train tracks on the parkway set the mood for most of what i shot today. i will post more later.
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Février s'étire.
Les ombres se couchent aux pieds des bancs vides.
February is stretching.
The shadows lie down at the foot of the empty benches.
My dear Flickr friends, Happy New Year to you and your families !!
I wish you all the best, peace & love, & great images for the New-Year - 2016 !!!
Greetings from Tel-Aviv :)
Lior
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Taken on Calshot Beach, Hampshire, England, this pebble beach lies on the Solent, west of Southampton Water's Estuary Mouth. It also falls within the New Forest National Park.
Calshot is famous for Calshot Castle, the destination of the first RAF flying boats that flew in England in the 1930s. It was also in the 1930s that it was used as the base for the RAF High Speed Flight, a unit of the RAF that was set up to support the challenge for the Schnieder Trophy.
A cloudy and damp morning put a stop to any spectacular sunrise but a break in the clouds just off to the east gave the beach huts a wonderful glow while the clouds still shadowed the beach itself.
Taken with a tripod and a relatively slow shutter, very little has been tweaked from the original shot.
See more photos on my website Composing Colour
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www.oliverstainer.com/highlights
My travel photographs:
Yep, you guessed it. That's the mighty mosquito hiding out under a leaf, just waiting for the next blood meal. If anything I was surprised it didn't pop out and suck my blood. Maybe I should name this female Bloody Mary ;)
Taken 17 June 2023 near Wasilla, Alaska.
It does not know how to lie. It does not know how to say the truth. But it can help me with both.
Four LED lights and the Mitakon Speedmaster manual lens wide-open.
Where to go, I don't even know
Only big white lies to get by 'cause
I don't wanna make you cry, stay here by my side
Only big white lies to get by 'cause
Don't know where to go, oh, I don't even know, oh
I've been telling you white lies so you would stay
I don't wanna make you cry, stay here by my side
Only big white lies to get by 'cause