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"The Unlocked Door to the Other World" Lightless Moor
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Directed and produced by Fabio Ortu
Shot at the Amphitheatre of the Municipality of Mogoro (Oristano)
Dancer: Daniela Macciò
Lights: Roberto Uda
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I was going to post a different photo set, but after seeing this top in itsbowietoyou's photo stream, I instantly fell in love with it and had to get it. This is also the debut of my Reborn body, which was masterfully crafted by squidpaladin.
Outfit details:
Top:
- OSMIA - Ariella Sheer Bra
- ELEVEN - Maya Sweater
Bottom: TETRA - Chill Shorts
Shoes: friday - Effy Sandals
Accessories:
- POISON ROUGE - Black Dhalia barrette
- e.marie - Jenna Earrings
- Kibitz - Lightless necklace
- Jaded nailpolish
Makeup details:
Warpaint - Sage Eyebrows @Anthem
Warpaint - Mercurial Eyeshadow
Warpaint - Moonbeam Eyeshadow
Tutti Belli - VIP Exclusive Lipgloss
Body details:
WINGS - ER0530 Hair
Glam Affair - Danny skin
itGirls & VELOUR - Picasso Babe body skin
Lelutka EvoX - Raven head
eBODY - Reborn body
Pose details:
OMY - Cammie (plus a candid using OMY's fidget that I forgot I had attached lol)
Current Vibe: Ava Max - Sweet but Psycho
This photograph was taken with Black Dragon viewer using customized Reshade shaders.
For the Anniversary of My Death
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star
Then I will no longer
Find myself in life as in a strange garment
Surprised at the earth
And the love of one woman
And the shamelessness of men
As today writing after three days of rain
Hearing the wren sing and the falling cease
And bowing not knowing to what
— W. S. Merwin
On the Last Day of the World
On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree
~W. S. Merwin
On the last day of the world, I would want
to feed you. Raspberries. Thin slices of apple.
Peaches so ripe they drip down our chins,
down our necks. I would want to sit with you
beneath a tree, no we’ll climb a tree, no
we’ll plant a tree, yes all of these. On the last
day of the world, I want to give myself permission
to feel exactly what I feel, to be exactly who I am,
to shed every layer of should and meet you
that way. Knowing we have only hours left,
could we put down our arguments with ourselves
and each other and find no energy to pick them up again?
On that day, I want us to write the last poem
together and let the writing undo us, let it teach us
how to get out of the way, how to obey what emerges.
Let’s run outside, no matter the weather, and praise
the light till the light is gone, and then praise the dark.
— Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
Black on Black
My grandmother loved me with a thick accent
spoke to me Yemeni words
I never understood,
and as a child
I remember
how scared I was to stay alone with her
out of fear that I wouldn’t understand the tongue in her mouth
which she kept singing to me with a smile.
I didn’t understand
a single word she said
the sounds far, far away
even when she spoke closely.
Once
I remember,
she bought me a pineapple yogurt
and after I punched a hole with my thumb
in the thin aluminum lid
and drank it all,
I wanted to say thank you
but didn’t know
which language to use,
so I went to the big garden
plucked a flower
and handed it to her,
sheepishly.
I remember
how much awkwardness stood between us
of one blood
and two muted tongues.
She washed the yogurt cup
silently
filled it with water
and placed the flower in it.
I never understood
a word she said,
my grandmother,
but I understood her hands
I understood her flesh
even though she never
really understood
the words I said
and simply loved my little body
the daughter of her daughter.
And sometimes the heart asks
strange things for itself
like to learn Yemeni
and return to her grave
lay lips to the earth
and cry into it
all that that little girl had to say
and mainly to warn her
that the flower I’d given her
was full of ants.
— Adi Keisser
Translated from Hebrew by Ayelet Tsabari
sometimes eggs are the beginning of life and a nign if the future. sometimes they are just a calcium shell holding nothing but the lingering oder of sulphur
~ Love is timeless, love is purity.
It is the lightless light, the rays of the sunrise dancing on the surface of the sea.
Love is you, and love is me.
It is the deepest knowing,
The serenity of being, the laughter of the earth,
The limitless breath of the wind, the wonder of potential,
The power of thought, the gift of life, the highest vibration,
The most profound awareness... the knower.
Life. Love. Infinite. within you. Now. Always. ~
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Shot on a sunny October day. What struck me was the stark
contrast between the vivid happy colours and the idea of lots of those gone who found their last shelter there. There was
somethind wrong and eerie about this scene...
Along my street, these steady steps resound
Year after year my friends are slowly leaving.
The all-absorbing lightlessness around
Find ease seeing me alone and grieving.
Bella Akhmadulina
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Surprise! This amazing sun broke through after a day of complete grayness, and I'm still not sure how it happened. If you look at the photo below this, which was taken maybe 15 minutes before, you can see the blanket of clouds. It didn't look like it could possibly break up the way it did. I was shooting the lightless landscape when Joe pointed out that the trees behind us were suddenly ablaze. I had to sprint from where I was up to this spot to capture the fleeting moment.
I came up with a little trick while shooting this: Lacking a reverse GND, I thought I'd try and fake it by holding my 2-stop GND upside down. Of course that would leave a visible edge if I didn't line it up perfectly, so I just jiggled the filter slightly during the exposure, blurring the hard line of the filter's edge. It worked pretty well.
The city's surroundings were filled with early spring colours ... The atmosphere was dark and your lungs could actually inhale the moisture that existed in the air ... The windless atmosphere kept the sea calm, but its dark, lightless appearance was indicating that this was only a temporary status ... The storm was about to burst and the city was preparing to welcome it ....
EXIF: PENTAX Optio T20, ISO 160, f 2,7, focal length 6.19 mm, Shutter Speed 1/200 s, HDR made by only one original shot conveying with accuracy the scene's exact lighting conditions, manual exposure, metering method center weighted, flash went off to catch frontline detail ...
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Mouse Woman - Tusked away in the stern the boat, still ruled by the same obsession to stay concealed in the night shadows and lightless caves… No human, beast or monster has yet seen her in the flesh, so she may or may not look like this.
If only the King had walked a few yards further north he would have had this view down over the village of Long Compton and the witch's curse wouldn't have turned him and his followers to stone...or so the tale goes.
Taken from the top of the low mound of an early Bronze Age burial chamber that blocks the view north from the King Stone. I think I'm stood on the capping stone which I disaprove of myself for doing, but it does give the best view of this gently rolling landscape. The village of Long Compton is hidden in the trees and cloud shadow just right of centre.
Where I'm stood is also one of the main watersheds of southern England (perhaps of significance to the builders of the Rollrights?)
Every drop of water falling where my toes are drains westwards to the River Severn and out into the Atlantic. The rain falling behind me drains eastward to the Thames and the North Sea.
I've been coming here for years and always been frustrated by gloomy flat cloud and lightless conditions so to finally find the view in near perfect conditions was a bit of a happy little jig moment...discreetly.
Just press L or click on the shot to see it on black background !!!
Photography is deffinitely an art that easily touches one's soul ... An art that can turn a rather regular scene into a carrier of thoughts and sentiments, a transporter of sometimes "precise yet indeterminate" and sometimes "vague yet concrete" messages ...
When I saw that scene in front of me I knew I had to capture, transform, process and present it in a rather unique manner ... A sense of corruptibility and abandonement submersed my soul and the atmosphere around this dead but still stubborn enough to remain physically connected to its "Mother" tree actually intensified this feeling ...
The Orton Effect that was applied to the scene after its HDR processing, in a way formed a lightless, bleary, rather lurid environment and actually turned it into a synthesis capable to convey substantial metaphysical messages and notions to the viewer ...
Put it on black background, sit back and let it speak to you ...
EXIF: NIKON D90 with Nikon Nikkor 18 - 55 lens, manual mode, f 9 (needed a pin sharp foreground detail and a clear DOF), ISO 200, focal length 32 mm, auto exposure mode, cloudy weather adjusted white balance, center weighted average light metering mode, use of ND HOYA X2 filter, HDR made by only one original RAW shot with shutter speed 1/60 s ascribing to the scene a rather dark atmosphere and managing to accurately convey actual lighting conditions to the viewer, Orton effect created this dreamy 3D look to the thorn tree, flash didn't go off, no tripod ....
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Flowers: The Secret Store - Wildflowers - Bouquet Daisies
Pose: Marukin - [fig] Woven Basket @C88
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You may see what others cannot see,
But life's dense fog is blinding to me.
Unable to detect what is close or near,
It is impossible to see and even hear;
Only dim amber lights make it through..
Blearing the signs on my path to find you.
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The Fog Series: 1of 7
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Under the trees made of supple wood,
When it is neither day nor night,
I will wait for you at the misty meadow
The misty meadow drained of light.
As I wait, I sit and observe,
Pretending that you are there..
Saturated in the golden hue
Breathing the misty meadow air.
The Fog Series: 2 of 7
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The day you died I went into the dirt,
Into the lightless hibernaculum
Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep out the blizzard
Like hieratic stones, and the ground is hard.
It was good for twenty years, that wintering -
As if you never existed, as if I came God-fathered into the world from my mother's belly:
Her wide bed wore the stain of divinity.
I had nothing to do with guilt or anything
When I wormed back under my mother's heart.
-Sylvia Plath
And safe in the darkness drop to my knees
At a lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match
From a not too distant shoot with Rose. Rose is great; smart, kind of caustic/sarcastic, and just fun to be around. She's not like most people and I love that about her.
Lyrics: The City Sleeps by MC 900 Ft. Jesus
I am wearing a long bow-tied green apron on loose-fitting saffron pajamas. A perfect blend of Owaisi & Yogi Adityanath! 😃 I lie down on a stretcher for the first time in my lifetime & ushered into a cold Operation Theatre. I am told by the Anesthetist that this will prick a bit as he injects the general anesthesia into the central line on my neck. I am out to dark silence before I can do a countdown to ten.
The dreams of delirium begin.
I order a Cheese Pizza with a plate of Maggi Noodles. The Pizza Cutter, a mechanized small saw, whirrs into action & cuts my ego & Sternum equally, with a buzz that I somehow feel. Blood flows out of the Pizza, like tomato puree onto the shaven chest. I quiz about the pending Noodles order. They are conjured off magically from within the chest by the Magician & the blocked arteries are plumbed new.
I go under the water as the sea engulfs me. I sink deep in the red blood sea without a sound. I feel like an Octopus with eight different pipes flailing from various orifices, as I sink to the bottom of the sea. No sound. No pain now.
I wake up to a dark tunnel, the real innards of the sea. I groggily open my eyes & slowly stagger to my feet. I start walking on a railroad in the dark lightless tunnel in the direction there is faint sunlight dawning. I walk faster as the light intensity increases. Suddenly there is a train hurtling towards me. Screaming, whistling, steaming with rage towards me. I am hypnotized & can’t go off the tracks & keep on walking towards it. Out of nowhere, the real Pushpa Raj, i.e. my late brother Raju, jumps ahead of the train & stops the train with a single hand & it hisses to a sudden stop. "Oo Bolega Ya Oo oo Bolega Saala" plays softly in the ICCU.
Out climbs Dr. Jagdish Mange & his team & asks me how am I feeling. I nod weakly as tears can’t stop from my eyes. Raju walks away with his greatest smile & his signature flip of the hair.
Dreams of Delirium could be driven by the pain-relieving Opioids or just memories stored somewhere deep within the crevices of a battered heart. They need to be relived with a fresh start.
I always walk through here in the mind to take photos but it's usually lightless and the slanting floor gives me a headache composition-wise. Today it was bright and full of steam :)
The next big crash is due next year when the commercial real estate market will go bust. Nothing says "depression" like big fancy office buildings with empty parking lots and lightless windows.
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Darkness falls, darkness calls.
Faceless fears, waterless tears.
I keep searching, dwelling
on a single, lightless, and far, star.
Love is the wolf cove, the moonlit sky,
something you thought it was vast
but is just a moist room burned out
too fast. And you wonder why...
"Every year without knowing it I have passed the day
When the last fires will wave to me
And the silence will set out
Tireless traveller
Like the beam of a lightless star..."
- W.S.Mervin
Explored - #284, November 4, 2011
Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather,-- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation--
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?
- Be Still, My Soul, Be Still, by Alfred Edward Housman
(Lincoln Park, The Richmond, San Francisco)
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"There is no climate,
no place, and scarcely an hour,
in which nature does not exhibit color
which no mortal effort can imitate or approach.
For all our artificial pigments are,
even when seen under the same circumstances,
dead and lightless beside her living color;
nature exhibits her hues under an intensity of sunlight
which trebles their brilliancy."
-John Ruskin
“Feeling at peace, however fragilely, made it easy to slip into the visionary end of the dark-sight. The rose shadows said that they loved the sun, but that they also loved the dark, where their roots grew through the lightless mystery of the earth. The roses said: You do not have to choose. ”
― Robin McKinley, Sunshine
Rather than traverse the Alps on winding, snowy roads, dozens of travellers park their vehicles on a train's special flatcar. Strung long with cars, the ferry-like train whizzes literally through the Alpine mountains. Passengers sit in their pitch-dark cars for most of the journey, as the train enters the mountain on the Italian side and, after 20 lightless minutes, emerges in Switzerland.