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Le pouvoir des Hommes.
LACPIXEL - 2021
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Sunlight filled the scenery after a warm summer rain. The smell of summertime fullfilled the air at this day. Memories of my childhood flashed through my mind. A wonderful moment to reminisce about days gone by.
The power, ingenuity, and sheer beauty found in nature has always fascinated mankind. When we look at powerful ocean waves rolling in, we cannot help but feel small and powerless in comparison. Mighty trees in a vast forest inspire feelings of insignificance and awe. Animal mothers taking care of their young make us question the cruelty with which we sometimes treat one another. The truth is, nature can teach us many valuable lessons. It can also lead us to wonder, did this beautiful earth with all of its natural treasures come about by chance or was it created?
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For the modern vs. vintage, I chose to shot a candle with flame for vintage along with the desk lamp connect to electric. For those few days that Broken Arrow and Tulsa was powerless the old candles and battery radio was nice to have.
During times of hardship and darkness, when all seems out of control and of our hands, there is a place within all of us we can go back to, the center of our inner peace , where faith ,hope and hopefully love, reside.
In that place, we can hold space for our Light , return to ourselves and use discernment about what is true, permanent and essential . We do need to find again a new way to relate to the world and others, to all life around us.
It is time.
I return to myself
I return to my shadow
I return to the core of my being.
I return to what I've lost and forgotten,
abandoned and rejected.
I return to my grief, to my fear
and to places where I feel powerless
until it all transforms into wisdom.
I return to my body and breath.
I return to my humanity.
I return to my heart.
I return to compassion.
I return to Earth.
I return to call all parts of me home.
I return to my soul.
I return to oneness.
I return to my life whole.
~Tanya Markul
....of suffering, when you go through darkness that is lonely, intense, and terrible.
Words become powerless to express your pain;
what others hear from your words is so distant and different
from what you are actually suffering.
John O'Donohue
Topaz Studio
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A short while after taking this photo I witnessed something I had never seen before and hope never to witness again. There were 2 male Redstarts trying to claim this territory. There was a lot of chasing going on and all of a sudden one flew into the glass of the hide 2 of us were sitting in. The chaser just missed the glass. The one that hit the glass went to ground a little stunned and the chaser jumped straight on him and started trying to finish him by pecking violently at him. It was incredibly vicious pecking of the head and back and went on for some time. Slowly the victum stopped moving and the perpetrator flew off. The 2 of us watching from the hide were powerless to do anything becasue we couldn't reach the victim. There was no movement for several minutes although we could tell it was breathing. To our amazement it then tried to get to its feet but couldn't but it was moving its head to look around. After about a half hour it did manage to get to its feet and to our amazement eventually flew away. I really hope it survived its ordeal.
Pic By Pammy
running with the devil, racing thru the
years, staring in the face of death, had
way too many fears
tried to move the mountain, only moved
the air, only finding rocks and there are
windows everywhere
thunder in the evening, fire in the sky,
witches all around me, and I'm
powerless and high
later in the morning, sky is coming
clear, all regrets are gone, and Jesus
cries another tear
I found the answer in your burning eyes
floating with a shadow, tumbling thru
the wind, swimming in the light as if I
never really sinned
tried to find the rhythm, crying in the
rain, tried to fight the answer, but I
fought' em all in vain
I found the answer in your burning eyes
a day may come and shower you with
joy and happiness, the next day all you'll
see is pain and fear, you find your own
nirvana and it's not for me to guess,
but then you'll see it clear
It's how we are living
It's part of the process!!!
I hope you don't mind if I laugh. It's just that I remember you telling me that I was weak. In fact, I can't forget it.
You stood over me and told me I was powerless and now look at you. You've become what you hated the most and all I can do is laugh.
Thanks very much for your interest, fav or time to comment ! - I wish you and yours a harmonious and inspired new year !!!
Most of the viewers of the three pictures in this series so far will have an idea of the motivation behind their creation. - Of course ... it is a feeling of powerlessness - in the face of the excessive handling of humanity with its only home: the earth. - I think, especially among photographers it is not necessary to go into detail. But if I am wrong, just looking at the environmental catastrophes owing to rising damage reports in the insurance industry is enough.
The pictures should not bring insects or spiders into disrepute. The motives are only symbolic of the many self-inflicted catastrophes, of which the species extinction is only one of many. - The idea for its creation is already months ago. But it was the expected amount of time that kept getting in the way of a start. - It is expected that there will be more in this series, but not in the short term.
Amongst some things that I have barely had any focus on in recent months is the production of my own musical ideas. Since this will change immediately, the number of less time-consuming image publications will probably thin out for some time.
Die meisten Betrachter der bisher drei Bilder dieser Serie werden eine Vermutung haben, welcher Motivation ihre Enstehung zu verdanken ist. - Natürlich... es ist ein Gefühl der Ohnmacht - angesichts des maßlosen Umgangs der Menschheit mit ihrer einzigen Heimat: der Erde. - Ich denke, gerade unter Fotografen erübrigt es sich hierzu weiter ins Detail zu gehen. Sollte ich mich aber täuschen, genügt allein schon ein Blick auf die Umweltkatastropen geschuldeteten steigenden Schadensbilanzen der Versicherungswirtschaft.
Die Bilder sollen Insekten und Spinnen keinesfalls in Misskredit bringen. Die Motive stehen lediglich sinnbildlich für die vielen selbstverschuldeten Katastrophen, wovon das Artensterben nur eine von vielen ist. - Die Idee zu ihrer Schaffung liegt bereits Monate zurück. Aber es war der zu erwartende Zeitaufwand, der einem Anfang immer wieder im Wege stand. - Voraussichtlich wird Weiteres in dieser Reihe entstehen, wenn auch nicht kurzfristig.
Unter Einigem, was ich in den vergangenen Monaten kaum noch im Fokus hatte, gehört die Produktion eigener musikalischer Ideen. Da sich das ab sofort ändert, wird das wohl auch die Zahl an weniger zeitintensiven Bildveröffentlichungen für einige Zeit deutlich ausdünnen.
Little angel go away
Come again some other day
The devil has my ear today
I'll never hear a word you say
He promised I would find a little solace
And some piece of mind
Whatever just as long as I don't feel so
Desperate and ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless
Desperate and ravenous
I'm so weak and powerless
Over you
Thank you so much for all your assistance in being food for my somewhat grumpy new pets Livvy! Love you tons for all the help! And thank you to my wonderful sponsors. Love the opportunity to work with you guys!
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The pose - ~Be My Mannequin?~ ...I'll Kill You...
My Adorable Pets - Clover - BloodStalker
~Some of the rest~
On me
DOUX - Kiara
Mug - Punk Rocker - #1 Band Tee RARE
Blueberry - Ride or Die - Flannel
Blueberry - Ride or Die - Shorts
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Stocking
Blueberry - Can't Relate - Boots
On Livvy(My wonderful corpse)
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Tableau Vivant // Falling hair Gacha - Downfall - Colors
[POUT!] Brawl Blood - Face & Body Blood
My backdrop is another one I cobbled together.
The barn - Killer's Production - "Killer's" Old Barn Dark
The foliage is a mixture of Studio Skye, Moonlight Shadow, 3D Trees and Little Branch.
Taken at the grogeous Tramore Bay
“The isolation spins its mysterious cocoon, focusing the mind on one place, one time, one rhythm - the turning of the light. The island knows no other human voices, no other footprints. On the Offshore Lights you can live any story you want to tell yourself, and no one will say you're wrong: not the seagulls, not the prisms, not the wind.”
THE SEEKER
I am in a house, I know it well, but I have never been there before. There is no light, just me. The halls are empty, it is without life, without the things to bring it to life, no pictures, no tables, no chairs. It is a bleak house, dark, shadows, and even the light that seeps through the cracks, is dark. In the middle of the room there is foreboding, it is under the floor. I feel my hair stand on end.
I look to the door, the door, into which one must never go.
I stand and know that I can't run, I can't hide, because the dark of the house, is outside too. And I know it's time to leave, but I find myself walking, walking toward the door, the door that I must never open, as it leads to the room, the room into which one must never go.
I am sweating, I want to call out, I am trying to scream, it's primal, but there is no sound, there is no voice. I am unable to call for help. I try to move my arms, but they are frozen.
I am though the door, the room that vibrates with fear, darkness - something is moving in the secret passage, the secret passage that lies beyond the room. It is a narrow corridor, and I am bending to walk into the passage, and it leads to a room above the house, in the attic, I feel the cold, it is icy, and I fear for my very soul - I feel the negative energy that seeping into my skin. I am trying to shout, trying to leave, trying to turn away, wanting to run. A shape emerges out of the wall, it comes to me, draining all the goodness from me, and I feel terrible fear and dread, I want to fight it, but I am helpless, I am powerless, I can't move, but I know now, I must face it, I must fight for my life, and every fibre in me is screaming - and I remember .
I have been here before, and it is always the same, when the presence comes I wake up screaming and sweating, my pulse is racing. I have been through this many times before, and I am shaking and quaking, but I realize - despite these confrontations - I do not wake up dead, just terrified, and I begin to feel that perhaps, perhaps, these is no danger here. I have spent nights telling myself before I fall asleep that if this dream comes to me again, meet fear with love.
Now I know I was dreaming. I am out of the icy house. I am awake, lying in my bed. I am calmer now, I try to move, but nothing happens. I can't move anything, but I can see my room, and I feel a rising panic, and I feel the icy cold. There is someone standing at the end of my bed, staring at me. I am trying to scream and move my arms, to wake up, nothing happens. I see him standing clearly in my room, he has followed me here .
Now I will need to fight, but I can’t move, and he can, what are the rules in this situation, I am powerless. It is terrifying. Move !, Move !, Run ! Nothing. Then I remember “Do not get angry, that gives it power”. I stop struggling, start to calm down. He isn’t moving or doing anything, he never has, he just stands there.
"Hi", I think to myself.
"Can you hear me" it says in a sweet peaceful voice.
Oh that's great, he isn't even hostile, he’s doing his best not to terrify me and here I am like a wild animal, scared of the unknown, that's just great. He has been coming to talk to me, to give me wisdom -but his presence has seemed so terrifying , that he can’t even talk to me. I guess he has been coming and waiting patiently for me to meet him with love, not anger and fear. Well this is embarrassing.
I didn't expect a dialog, and I am now wanting to wake up. It's not fear this time, this guy had a very calm and gentle voice, but James Bond just climbed through my window and I sensed things were only going to go downhill from here.
Note to self, you got to do something about the quality of your dreams - oh, and thanks for the lesson in love and fear.
PS - The next day, many, many years ago - we went swimming with friends in mountain pools. The river water in Africa is dark and you can’t even see your feet in the water. We swam across a large, deep pool. I jumped into a big pothole at the end of the pool. There was a waterfall crashing into one side of it and the sandy bottom felt soothing on my feet. No one else wanted to jump in, and I realized, I had forgotten to be scared. The dream sequence has never returned.
PPS – Lucid dreaming is common, and trying to wake up during a nightmare is too – the immobility comes from your body preventing you from sleepwalking in response to dream situations – so it can feel disturbing while dreaming, but it is a good self preservation mechanism that is there to protect you from real harm. So the fear is gone and I am happy to dream on. And I work with dreams and treat them as an active state. If something is bugging you, think about it before you sleep, it can help resolve while you are off to never, never land
© G P F for All images and text, please do not use without my express permission. From THE Book That Dreams.
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by John Cordeaux Delpiaz | "Feel all the things. Feel the hard things. The inexplicable things, the things that make you disavow humanity’s capacity for redemption. Feel all the maddening paradoxes. Feel overwhelmed, crazy. Feel uncertain. Feel angry. Feel afraid. Feel powerless. Feel frozen. And then... FOCUS. Pick up your pen. Pick up your paintbrush. Pick up your damn chin. Put your two calloused hands on the turntables, in the clay, on the strings. Get behind the camera. Look for that pinprick of light. Look for the truth (yes, it is a thing—it still exists.) Focus on that light. Enlarge it. Reveal the fierce urgency of now. Reveal how shattered we are, how capable of being repaired. But don’t lament the break. Nothing new would be built if things were never broken. A wise man once said: there’s a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in. Get after that light. This is your assignment."
They gave me an emotion that I could not analyse. They said something that words were powerless to utter :-)
W. Somerset Maugham
HPPT!!
star magnolia, j c raulston arboretum, ncsu, Raleigh, north carolina
Recrudescence, Nadir, Veritate et Virtute
Part 3
"On the 21st day, I danced to the 12-step
Examined, admitted I'm powerless too
Sang the one about the spring the cat ran away
On the 21st day of my court-ordered stay here"
Inspiration:
17th Street Treatment Centre - John K. Samson
Virtute the Cat:
Zooby Calico Cat Avatar
Location: Holodeck at Starbase 74
Part 3 of 4
1. "Why Don't You Ever Want To Play?"
2. "I Can't Remember the Sound You Found For Me"
3. "The 21st Day"
Here, we are asking the pensioner who was threatening his umbrella. What did you think you were doing? Of course, the umbrella did not open up by sheer willpower - it never does. The pensioner's reply was that, if even the umbrella was unwilling to obey him, who in this world would?
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Friends, this picture belongs into our Island Story - but no story today. Kangsom is undergoing an operation later today or tomorrow. No small thing. Unexpected. She is naturally scared. I am worried. What kind of health care will she get? Feeling powerless. This young Lady has gone through enough the last three years. How many curved balls can life throw?
Pictured above: my friend Kangsom
Update 27 Nov. - we're in luck
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It touched my soul deeply: A closet filled with old and used slippers. The shoes are telling stories of people which were sick and aren't alive any more._
I wish to take these shoes and throwing them to the leading heads of the war in Syria. So many nations are having interests of the Syrian oil and so many people have to die who only wanted to life in peace with their families. Since we are having internet our world is becoming closer, but is it better? Feel myself as a powerless observer
I have to admit that after a mere two and a half weeks at work I‘ve started making plans for future holidays again - what can I say, I recently received a delivery from my preferred map dealer, and I‘m powerless against the magic of maps. I can spend hours looking at them planning hiking tours and holidays. With the weekend predicted to be cold and rainy there‘ll be lots of time for it.
Have a great weekend everyone :-)
Mourning Dove, Zenaida macroura.
You’ve seen this dove from Both Sides Now.
NYTimes this morning reports that Texans are powerless and irate, due to the state-wide ice storm. Some have been irate for quite a while. This peaceful dove should not be categorized that way. The photographer, however, is both crabby about a 2nd day without electricity, and grateful for a working gas fireplace and stove, and for the hospitality of friends. Windmills in the North Sea work fine under worse conditions, but ERCOT did not plan for what now turns out to be the worst case.
Could happen again.
17 Feb 2021; 08:40 CST
I was powerless to stop this stunning Osteospermum or "Cape Daisy" plant jumping into my trolley at the garden centre recently. Who could resist such colours? A perennial so it will spread & come back year after year HSS!
67/100x my 100 photos will all be taken using the Hipstamatic App.
"...just how powerless you are!"
I can only imagine the hordes of enemies dashing against these powerful gates. It definitely stopped the two of us. We're certainly no army- actually, I'd describe us as total buffoons (Michael would disagree I think).
You may have noticed that this photograph is suddenly set in the subject of the previous shot. Huh... how did that happen?!
All I'll say is that it involved death-defying drops (after a lot of anxiety), roadie running (ala Gears of War) and playing absolute-silent statues at the tiniest noise.
So, here's a photograph that no one else has taken at night... I imagine. I'm probably a bad person though, to make up for it.
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Pic By Pammy
Black And White
running with the devil, racing thru the
years, staring in the face of death, had
way too many fears
tried to move the mountain, only moved
the air, only finding rocks and there are
windows everywhere
thunder in the evening, fire in the sky,
witches all around me, and I'm
powerless and high
later in the morning, sky is coming
clear, all regrets are gone, and Jesus
cries another tear
I found the answer in your burning eyes
floating with a shadow, tumbling thru
the wind, swimming in the light as if I
never really sinned
tried to find the rhythm, crying in the
rain, tried to fight the answer, but I
fought' em all in vain
I found the answer in your burning eyes
a day may come and shower you with
joy and happiness, the next day all you'll
see is pain and fear, you find your own
nirvana and it's not for me to guess,
but then you'll see it clear
The Violin Song - Monoir & Osaka
My soul redeems tonight, celestial fight
Goddess of beauty, Venus versus Mars
It tears the word apart, no one can find
A safer place where we can love all night
We go, we go, we goin' right
We go, we go, go all night
We go, we go, we goin' right
We go, we go, go all night
My soul redeems tonight, celestial fight
Goddess of beauty, Venus versus Mars
It tears the word apart, no one can find
A safer place where we can love all night
If you want to recharge your batteries, you feel helpless and powerless, you rejoice in life, find your tree and embrace it.
As I cough out fire
You're lighting up
And you burn me with every maybe
And I cut the chords and I break the locks
But I'm powerless in your slavery
And I curse this hell
And I hate your guts
And I swear I will pay for this craving never again
Never again
But we'll be making love like savages
I'll lick the poison from right off your kiss
Fall on rosy thorns for a taste of lethal bliss
Oh we'll be making love like savages
Savages
Savages
HAPPY BELTANE EVERYONE!
Seriously need to thank my friends Chad and Kenzie for putting up with me in discord while I cobbled this one together.
Bjorn, thank you for the direction in shopping because lord knows if left to my own devices I would wander out into traffic.