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You had one job

Meditating on the depth of meaning within this image

Home. Coincidence. Dream. Night. Cold. Life. Beautiful. Spontaneous. Hurt. Burning. Retailer. Love.

With all the technology today it fells that we are connected 24/7. Sometimes I wish I could just unplug and relax.

 

Macro Monday project – 02/14/11

"Metaphors”

Created for MacroMondays - Theme - Metaphors

 

I could put multiple metaphors for this one.

 

Here's one, "Life is a bed of roses."

 

And then a transformation of Forrest Gump's simile to "Life is a box of chocolate."

 

A reference to Juliet's speech about Romeo's name, "A rose by any other name should smell so sweet."

 

Thank you for your time to view and all of your comments. Have a Happy MacroMonday and Happy Valentine's Day!

 

Bloom wherever you are planted

The horses spin but never race,

each thought a bridle, stitched in lace.

His memories ride in quiet dread,

a carnival of things unsaid.

San Francisco, California / Brownie Hawkeye Flash (flipped lens), Ilford Delta 100

My entry for this week's theme competition. The theme is to design an album cover with a band name starting with, AM.

It’s about light. Light touches parts of a scene and makes them stand out to our eye. Other things fade into the background. There’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere.

 

#RedRock #Desert #Utah #HansonAirPhoto #Outdoors #Dronestagram #AerialPhotography #DronePhotography #DroneShot #DroneLandscape #ShotOnDJI #Mavic3

Image of Aging.

 

Contax645 + Distagon 45mmF2.8

Rollieretro400S / D76 1:1

 

Have a nice weekend, my friends.

I will catch up you tomorrow as it`s difficult to keep my mind awake tonight.

 

明日訪問させていただきます。冬眠中のクマのように眠くて今日はもうだめです。

Looks like Queen’s Gambit, castling long, but so many questions … Have golden royals infiltrated opposition lines? Why are institutions and moral leaders falling? Why does the gold Queen seem distracted and dirty? Why does the gold King hide his face?

 

Explore no.424, 11 March 2025

© Cynthia E. Wood

 

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[I see this as a metaphor -- for the failure to meet, to connect...but also the persistent possibility, however tenuous, that they will one day succeed...in closing the gap...in bridging the divide...be it swirling or angular. But maybe I read too much into things. Or maybe I'm a bad reader.]

Sisters

 

Emily and Sarah Schultz

 

Last upload for a while, but I'll be off and on looking at your work.

Girl - attemptestock.deviantart.com/art/Turquoise-Dress-12-28042367

Apps - iColorama, laminar, stackables, leonardo

Wings, textures - my collection

Lettering course stock

 

Created on my iPad Pro

Trying to take a photo of the flight of the dragonfly . A glimpse of one magic kingdom.

Half-a-bubble Off Plumb

A variation on the Synapsis theme as a 'middle 8' or largo between the Allegro and the Andante Allegro of the first and third pieces.

 

Music Link: Astralasia - "Bhagwash" from their album "Axis Mundi".

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=MIynXeTp1rE

 

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Have you ever wondered...

This bird bath looking mausoleum flourish sports a cherub, claw feet, and a core that resembles a Titan Arum a.k.a "corpse flower".

Yet another example of mental dysfunction masquerading as artistic creativity. I keep trying to ignore the tattered remains of funeral flower arrangements. But so far I've just been unable to manage it. The attraction seems to be inversely proportional to the degree of withering they sustain in the days following the internment. Their purpose was served on day one, yet they remain as forlorn sentinels sometimes for weeks and months afterward. I get it. Loved ones just can't quite bring themselves to remove the arrangements from the gravesite. To do so is like an unbearable final farewell. So they remain, steeped in sadness. The utter dichotomy is what guides me to these lonely markers...flowers once full of life, color and imbued with a sense of vitality and joy now wilted, dull and drab. It's the ultimate metaphor for mortality itself, that of a life well-lived but now spent as the next generation ascends another rung on the ladder of life.

52 Weeks: The 2024 Edition

Metaphor - "The moon is magic for the soul"

I traded ink for pixels’ glow, Sat crowned beneath reception’s throne. The books that built me lie below, Unread, while I scroll alone.

18x24 in.

 

Oil on paper

 

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© Alan Taylor Jeffries 2014

 

a metaphor

the rage, anger and feelings of powerlessness

will run rampant until

people treat other people humanely

 

RIP GEORGE FLOYD

 

WASHINGTON SQ PARK

MANHATTAN

  

Photography’s new conscience

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Salento, Colombia

may you have a new year full of possibilities

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