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Stan Lee revolutionized comics with a new style, a vibrant imagination, a wonderful humor and engaging pathos.
He interwove the characters together in a shared universe and placed them solidly in our world.
For every incredible story Stan "The Man" Lee leaves us, and they are many, there are millions of happy memories as those stories touched, influenced, thrilled and amazed reader after reader.
1922-2018
EXCELSIOR!!!
little tribute to Luigi Ghirri
Bologna.ITALY
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There is a pathos about off-season seaside resorts. During the final week of 2016 the sun manages to find a peep-hole in the mist and shines feebly down on the silent pleasure-grounds and empty car parks of Yarmouth's mile-long esplanade, leading down to the refuse incinerator plant. Taken on Rollei Retro 400S ...always a funny sort of film to develop. I find that it responds best to stand development, being otherwise far too contrasty. Here I used Promicrol, which seems to be still available, but is found less and less among the online purveyors. I hope it doesn't go the same way as another early favourite of mine, Paterson's Aculux 3.
"Make a picture that is funny and sad at the same time. A photograph that simultaneously evokes pathos, irony and humour." - Jeff Mermelstein
Went deer hunting tonight (at a friend's house) with camera in hand. These are such amazing creatures. Their eyes are so deep and I feel like they see right through to your soul. I cannot imagine shooting them and hanging them on a wall.
Textures by Kerstin Frank. Best viewed on black and if you took the time to visit when there's so many amazing photographers on this site to check out, I thank you!
It's the moment the sun sets in the mountain where a lake is surrounded turning around.
The glitter is also showy and there is something to make them feel pathos.
The cloud on which I float colors the surface of the lake freely, changes its color in an instant and scuds.
The wonderful time and space when a heart of all phenomena nature brings is set at ease and aerial sense
And I couldn't help presenting a sense of dread to infinite mysteriousness nature has.
Der untere Text ist wirklich schaurig. Es ist wohl der Versuch, Schmerz und Trauer mit falschem Pathos zu überdecken und nutzlosem Sterben einen Sinn zu verleihen. Als Ausgleich dazu noch das hier:
Für Karl und Fritz
Großmutter wäre heute 124 Jahre alt geworden -
sie war noch im alten Jahrhundert geboren.
Früher lebte sie im Winter bei uns.
Beim abendlichen Fernsehen war sie sehr wählerisch
und verließ wortlos den Raum,
wenn Filme oder Nachrichten zu aufregend waren
In ihrem Zimmer hingen über’m Sofa
ein Dutzend gerahmter Bilder.
Es waren sehr alte Familienfotos,
auf denen ich nahe Verwandte erkennen konnte.
Ihre Gesichter waren mir fremd und gleichzeitig vertraut.
Zwei Bilder hingen in der Mitte. Sie zeigten zwei junge Männer
in altertümlicher Uniform mit Pickelhaube und Gewehr.
Beide ähnelten sich stark und zeigten seltsam ernste Gesichter zu ihrer merkwürdigen Verkleidung.
"Wer sind die beiden Männer mit den komischen Helmen?“
habe ich irgendwann mal meine Mutter gefragt.
Sie hatte ihre Stimme gedämpft, sich nach ihrer Mutter umgeschaut: "Das sind Karl und Fritz - die Brüder von der Großmutti. Sie sind deine Großonkel“.
"Ich wusste ja gar nicht, dass die Großmutti Brüder hat"
Unwillkürlich flüsterte auch ich.
Sie waren ja auf keinem Familientreffen gewesen
und man hatte auch nie von ihnen gesprochen.
Mit noch leiserer Stimme sagte meine Mutter:
"Sie sind gefallen - schon vor 70 Jahren"
"Gefallen?" fragte ich.
„Sie sind 1914 als Freiwillige begeistert in den Ersten Weltkrieg gezogen, mit neunzehn und einundzwanzig,
einer nach Belgien und einer nach Polen.
Nach zwei Wochen waren sie tot - alle beide".
Man hat nur Fritz gefunden,
er hatte noch von Karls Tod erfahren.
Von diesen Kriegsfreiwilligen des Sommers 1914 ist fast keiner zurückgekehrt.
Basilica abbaziale di Santa Giustina - Cappella della della Pietà,
La cappella è il capolavoro di Filippo Parodi che la compì entro il 1689. L'artista genovese si occupò del progetto architettonico, decorativo e scultoreo, definendo così uno spazio carico di pathos, che ruota attorno allo straordinario gruppo scultoreo della Pietà.
Tutta l'architettura della cappella è elegantemente ricoperta di marmi a contrasto con la volta, adornata da una turba angelica plasmata a stucco.
Al centro sta l'altare, la cui severa mensa in marmo bianco di Carrara e bronzo - ad evocare i sepolcreti d'età classica - è attorniata da una bassa ancona su cui è posta la Pietà e distaccate, ma dialoganti, due statue raffiguranti san Giovanni e la Maddalena.
(Wikipedia)
Abbey Basilica of Santa Giustina - Chapel of the Pietà
The chapel is Filippo Parodi's masterpiece, completed by 1689. The Genoese artist oversaw the architectural, decorative, and sculptural design, creating a space charged with pathos that centers around the extraordinary sculptural group of the Pietà.
The entire architecture of the chapel is elegantly covered in marble, contrasting with the vault, adorned with a stucco-sculpted angelic group.
At the center is the altar, whose austere white Carrara marble and bronze mensa—evoking classical burial grounds—is surrounded by a low altarpiece featuring the Pietà and two detached, yet interconnecting, statues depicting Saint John and Mary Magdalene.
(Wikipedia)
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811 Mil Mi-35P Hind-F/ Panther (023362) Cyprus Air Force -
Andreas Papandreou Airbase , Pathos International Airport Cyprus 08-11-2019
It's like being handed a 'late life' gift, when all the other natural life enhancers start to fade, including the ability to see and understand, and even the desire to find the words to communicate.
But here we are.
I love the overlay of neglect life threw at the image, the dirt, the scratches, the breaks, the suggestion of colour, yes this is a colour photograph, hugely enlarged, of a neglected black and white memory.
The neglect, that abuse itself, is beautiful, full of pathos and reverie, dark poetry even.
I love that we haphazardly survive what life throws at us, and somehow find the resilience to continue and even attempt to communicate hope.
A.I. couldn't do this. It wouldn't have the nonce to describe the creative flowering that can possibly coexist as a by-product of abuse. It attempts to idealise. I see it as partially our job to teach it to care.
We are all 'Mary Shelleys' now. How did Mary Shelley survive knowing that her after-birth killed her blindingly brilliant mother?
She showed us a re-animated monster, and asked us to love it.
It's the moment the sun sets in the mountain where a lake is surrounded turning around.
The glitter is also showy and there is something to make them feel pathos.
The cloud on which I float colors the surface of the lake freely, changes its color in an instant and scuds.
The wonderful time and space when a heart of all phenomena nature brings is set at ease and aerial sense
And I couldn't help presenting a sense of dread to infinite mysteriousness nature has.
I love the Forum. I feel somenthing inside, every single time I admire this view, but..
That night seeing the Forum under the snow mantle was.. indescrivible...
A big embrace! :)!
*Starlight*
p.s.: I think that photo need a bw for describe better the pathos, that special silence.. John one in bw! ;)!
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I was traveling through Guilin, China and came across this nice Cormorant Fisherman. We got to talking and he convinced me that he was, in fact, my long-lost uncle Pepe. At first I did not believe him because:
1) I keep a strict count of the number of uncles I have
2) He is a different race and we share no common ancestry
3) He is as old as my grandpa
However, he made some very compelling points so I had to concede to his superior logic. It also turned out that he needed a small loan of $100,000 to start a new clothing line. He assured me spandex was making a comeback and he would pay me back within six months, so I lent him the money. I can’t say no to family!
At Engine Room now!
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•Body: Maitreya Lara
•Blouse & Skirt: Toksik Pathos Blouse & Skirt @ ENGINE ROOM APR 2020
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•Belt: The Forge Daerwen Belt in Brown
Release Date: 4/20/2020
Version Date: 4/20/2020
From the notebooks of an unknown Naturalist: Happy international moth week.
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I was hanging out on a sandbar in the middle of the Li River, waiting for sunset when this fisherman happened to pass by. The sky was a crazy shade of yellow and the clouds surrounding the sun made it seem like some sort of solar explosion. Neither the fireflies, nor the fisherman and his two trusty cormorants seemed concerned that the sky was on fire. It was such a surreal landscape with the huge Guilin mountains in the background that I felt some sort of displacement of consciousness. Experiences such as these are a constant reminder to me that traveling is always worth all the minor inconveniences.