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not a painting or graphics - just a over-processed prediction

Could the sun be swallowed?

Trial Harbour, west coast, Tasmania.

Reflections on ice.

 

SOOC image.

Legend has it that when Miriel of Númenórë ascended the throne after her father, he gave her the greatest secret of his land. The prophecy that would change everything... the destruction of Numenor would come from the hand of an elf as white as the moon, but with a heart as black as the abyss...

Hello everyone! This beautiful outfit brought back memories of "The Rings of Power" specifically, the chapters of Númenórë. I couldn't stop listening to the soundtrack while editing it! ♥v♥ fangirly moment.

 

Dress: UNA -> Yuri dress (maitreya, legacy, reborn)

Fur: UNA -> Vip group gift! Available at event!

Available in Midnight Order Event

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UNA LM

 

Crown: luluB -> Mabon (available in store!)

luluB! LM

  

Enjoy! ♥

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.....

Hebijima Jebadiah sees troubling times ahead.

The king of the north is trying to find allies to attack the king of the south. Daniel 11: 40

Thanks for your visits, faves, comments and kind words.

 

Cheers!

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.

Bandon, Oregon - 2015

Two-image stitch, mural in an alley in historic downtown Petaluma, CA.

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🔥at the Darkness🔥

 

➡️Taxi here⬅️

image created only with colored brushes on photoshop

 

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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!

'Dreamtime' by John Moriarty.

The Artists Of Ion by Daniel Arrhakis (2016)

 

With the music : Lars Leonhard - Stella Nova [Full EP]

 

youtu.be/U4ddAIJdZ9U

 

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.

Time is limited.

 

~ 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

 

♫♫ Winterspirits - Undreamed ♫♫

...sountrack : Violent Femmes - Country Death Song...

www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lwj5_SNWYc8

 

..thank you all sooo much for your kind words and wishes, my dearest friends !!!!!!...

 

...slowly catching up...

 

...wish you all a wonderful and healthy week..........................................♥

'Macbeth shall never vanquished be until

Great Birnam wood to high Dunsinane Hill

Shall come against him.'

 

(Shakespeare, Macbeth - Act 4 Scene 1)

 

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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!

BLE 910 leads L507 by Mill. Finally, we had this engine on that job.

Sticking to the crystal ball room in Teamlab, I'm determined to keep trying this until it works. The shapes in this image couldn't be more clear this time. Or at least it has been written, for I have gazed into the prophecy and I have foreseen the future, a future in which this photo is successful, but I guess it's fickle until proven so let's see what happens.

So I've explained in the past how this was the best room in this building, a perfect field to test the f-stop, for without precision, you won't be able to tell which ball is closer and which ones are in the background. I've had 2 relatively unsuccessful (or unrealized) attempts so far on this site but I'm confident I'll crack it eventually. With the blue color scheme (it kept changing, that's why I have so many different looking shots), it resembles the Department of mysteries from Harry Potter.

The edited version was originally much different. It was originally more saturated and the background was darker and more blurred, while attempting to leave the closer orb unchanged. The result wasn't really changing my mind and I felt like it wasn't going anywhere. Eventually I just started over and kept it closer to the original where each shape is more easily identifiable and no drastic changes are made. I swear to you, I will get to other rooms at teamlab at some point. I just wanna see this room win big just once.

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.

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