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PJ Harvey - Dear Darkness | Live at Sydney Festival
See Eta mae`s outstanding verson here: www.flickr.com/photos/157802675@N08/50227420422/in/datepo...
“Prophecies aren't meant to be supernatural or some sort of other worldly power. It's a mathematical calculations. The near and dear one's can always tell accurately what's going to happen. But the problem is, we never pay attention to their words.
Much madness is divinest sense -
To a discerning eye -
Much sense - the starkest madness -
'Tis the majority
In this, as All, prevail -
Assent and you are sane -
Demur - you're straightway dangerous -
And handled with a chain -
Emily Dickinson
It's not dark yet, but the dogs are barking down the street.....
"Her leaders within are like wolves tearing the prey, to shed blood, to destroy souls, to get dishonest gain."
Ezekiel 22-27
"I know that after I leave, some people will come like wild
wolves and try to destroy the flock. Also some from your own group will rise up and distort the truth and will lead away
followers after them."
Acts 20/29-30
Last night I had a visit from a large moth,
which I caught in a jar,
photographed and then released into the night.
I remembered the mysterious movie 'The Mothman Prophecies'
and wondered what the butterfly was trying to tell me ...
1. you will never wed the prince, you'll wed the king.
2. You'll be queen, for a time. Then comes another, younger, more beautiful, to cast you down and take all you hold dear.
3. The king will have 20 children and you will have three. Gold will be their crowns . . . gold their shrouds.
One of the Madeira Highlights was this Area, where I had some intensive Shooting in a mystic foggy Situation. Luckily I was at the right Place at the appropriate Time!
The Artists Of Ion by Daniel Arrhakis (2016)
With the music : Lars Leonhard - Stella Nova [Full EP]
Their compositions draw the lines and forms of the future but also the colors and the light of dreams ... materializing thoughts, characters and landscapes, will create new realities that intersect in time and overlap the lines of fate - The Artists Of Ion.
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
From Ode to the West Wind by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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~ Heidr Ragnarok ~
"It is the way of prophecy. Only to be understood when it has happened, and it is too late to change it." - Ragnar Lothbrok
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'Macbeth shall never vanquished be until
Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill
Shall come against him.'
(Shakespeare, Macbeth - Act 4 Scene 1)
This is from last summer - it's a moth of some sort sitting on an upturned stainless steel fire pit in my garden. I saw it there and went in to get the camera and my trusty Tamron 90mm macro. It sat very still so I was able to get eye to eye and it just looked so creepy and alien when I checked out the shots!
Yeats made a prophecy in this poem over 100 years ago after World War I
....sadly our world is headed in this direction.
"Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?"
WB Yeats
Stanley, Tasmania, AUSTRALIA
I like to call the northwest coast of Tasmania, the forgotten coast. I have never seen another photographer in these parts. Any photos tend to be postcards of Stanley, quite a lovely town. Published serious landscape photographs are scant; I haven't seen any myself.
Not a bad light show at dawn today but the high contrast was pretty difficult to tame. Ended up stacking a 4 stop reverse ND and 2 stop soft ND grads. f22, 0.5, ISO 100. Canon 5D, 16-35mm 2.8L, Gitzo tripod.