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I remember the days we spent here,
every afternoon, splashing, swimming, letting the tide of the sea drag us along the shore, surfing, or trying to at least. we'd stay until the sun disappeared behind the horizon.
but I don't miss them, I just miss me, the healthy me.
Rediscovering Inner Peace and Strength.
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Hey there, fellow nature lovers. I'm excited to share how I find peace and self-reflection behind a small waterfall. In this serene spot, I contemplate my existence in this vast world. The breathtaking scenery and the calming sound of flowing water always help quiet my mind, bringing me comfort and tranquillity. This waterfall has become my sanctuary, offering me an escape from the busyness of everyday life and a chance to connect with myself truly. Here, surrounded by peaceful nature, I rediscover my inner strength. Come join me in appreciating the world's beauty and setting aside a moment for self-reflection.
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Solitude, Reflection, Nature sanctuary, Waterfall meditation, Inner peace, Tranquility, Self-discovery, Nature's beauty, Mindfulness, Peaceful surroundings
Memories consume
Like opening the wound
I'm picking me apart again
You all assume
I'm safe here in my room
Unless I try to start again
I don't want to be the one
The battles always choose
'Cause inside I realize
That I'm the one confused
I don't know what's worth fighting for
Or why I have to scream.
I don't know why I instigate
And say what I don't mean.
I don't know how I got this way
I know it's not alright.
So I'm breaking the habit,
I'm breaking the habit
Tonight
Back in Ohio again. I had a fantastic time in NYC and I really did not want to leave. I'll be slowly putting up photos over the next couple of days, I suppose. It'll take awhile, haha.
This was one from the MOMA (I went yesterday). I like watching people interact with the art as much as I like the artwork itself.
“Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.” Barbara De Angelis
♥♥♥.
Today I put out a few of my military items. I am missing my days as an Airman, and am feeling as if those memories are fading too fast. I have no regrets on my decision to retire, and feel so fortunate to be able to spend these days with our daughters, at home. But, I do miss the camaraderie, the discipline, the way of life I lived for so many years; my daily lunches with my sweet hubby. So, today I am reflecting on my past, knowing it will only enhance my future.
p.s. This is the jacket and boots I wore on my last day of active duty. My hat still sits in my vehicle window, as it did for the last 23 years.
Why are you always upside down? Just when you think everything is facing straight ahead you end up tilted. The story of my life.
This photo is SOOC too.
I'm just going to copy my whole explanation of who Robin is and what's happening to Tony from tumblr :P
So what’s happening to Tony? …for anyone who cares :P
Ya so Tony’s going away, but I’m not selling him. Basically I’ve had Tony my Dollmore Alex boy since Feb last year and in that time I’ve done basically nothing with him. He got a mediocre faceup a couple shirts, 1 pair of pants, and pretty much zero attention.
I adore Tony the character, he’s not changing at all, but I just don’t care about Tony the doll.
It’s not the sculpt because I also freaking love the Dollmore Alex, I love its size and its chubbiness and its a good poser but the combo of character and doll just isn’t working.
So Tony the character is still living with Knox and he’s not changing at all, but I’m not going to keep him doll form unless I decide to reshell him down the road.
In the meantime… Rp wise…
Kat’s been going through so self reflection lately. She had a fight with Eddie and risked their friendship right as he did something nice for her, which lead her to drink. She got hit by a car trying to get to work drunk which gave Liz a scare and because of a run in with her sister she’s become responsible for her younger brother.
All of this has been enough for her to go dry (for now), she’s also been looking for a way to give back. Her chosen method is a sort of big sister program to help out troubled kids. She figures now that’s she got her own life (mostly) in order she can help out some kid.
Enter Robin!
and I will tell you more about her (me and my girls 9_9 ) once I get her put together… which hopefully won’t take too long, she doesn't need too much in the way of new stuff. I’ve been looking for sculpts for her for a little while now but as soon as I let myself consider the Dollmore Alex for her it all clicked into place ^-^
for 365 and FGR invades self reflection.
Ghosts were never something I put a whole lot of stock in. Then my dad passed away and the weirdest things started happening at my mom's house. It took me a while to actually step across the line and confess to anyone that I believe he was there for a bit after he died. It makes me sound like a crazy lunatic. Maybe it is just wishful thinking? Maybe it was just coincidence? Maybe it was just a way to make myself feel better about missing him so much?
Or maybe he really was there.
"Self-reflection,prayer,rituals, meditation and other spiritual practices have the power to release the "life force" in the deepest levels of the human psyche, levels that secular interventions cannot reach. In Native American culture this is seen through their respect and love for the world around them."
This was an exert from one of my many psych essays, how does this correlate to the photo above?
Easy, see photography is my sort of self reflection, a time for prayer, and meditation all at once. Through it, I reach that sense of self and fight through the ego to the most sacred part of the human mind. Just like the Natives love their earth, its beauty and its gifts; I wonder each day how this world never ceases to be any more perfect while surrounded by humanly imperfection and destruction. In these moments is when love can be felt in its truest nature, you feel one with the world. You reach nirvana.
On another note, I need new lenses and a good camera cleaning.
Editorial: Self-Reflection
Magazine: Vogue US
Issue: September 2008
Models: Jessica Stam, Caroline Trentini, Catherine McNeil, Esther Cruz
Photographer: Steven Klein
Self reflection shot on a laptop screen...one of my self-portraits made the 5th place in a 'Wired' photo contest, yay :))
Looking in on a moment of self-reflection.
It's amazing. Sometimes she just doesn't even see the camera...
January 19 019/366
I like how there are three sets of reflections going on here. And how my face is mostly obscured, because that's pretty much what I try for when taking pictures of myself. Yes, I like to defeat the purpose.
Actually taken from the balcony of the entrance lobby of a friend in the building adjacent to the Ansonia on 73rd Street.
Harness for Self-Reflection
Combining sculpture, image and text, "Harness for Self-Reflection" (2021) considers the tenuous relationship between chronic illness, agency and activism. Object and image compose a self-referential installation and looping phenomena that choreographs movement within the surrounding space. Documenting a private performance ritual of self-examination, eight silken image-texts hang in a pinwheel formation around a central copper cylinder. A wearable viewing apparatus or harness, hangs limp with nonuse at the structure’s center.
Cotton cord becomes the common thread between illness and culture, sexuality and healing, social bondage and autonomous political agency. Interweaving the ‘domestic’ craft of macramé with erotic shibari techniques, the harness binds the body to a large mirror suspended between the artist’s legs during performance–self-bondage diagnoses, reclamation of agency, auto-interview introspection. Performance images are overlaid with portions of a poetic text written in the artist’s hand. Here, temporal linearity collapses as terrains of embodied knowledge are traversed through metaphor, idiom, diary remembrance and real-time narration of a medical examination. Latent illness, elusive agency, fugitive knowledge; raw edged silken prints are volatile and highly sensitive to voyeuristic presences where even slight movements cause the material to flow and obfuscate.
Punctured momentarily when performer and viewer catch each other’s gaze through the viewing apparatus, the installation forms a feedback loop of looking that simultaneously threatens disaster and promises relief. A cyclical structure, cotton loops, and cursive script; "Harness for Self-Reflection" ensnares, a lens through which to consider the trap of visibility.
I really like this accidental shot.
We've been painting our house for the past 6 weeks (yikes) and I've had few opportunities to fondle my camera the way I'd like to. This afternoon I grabbed an armful of stuff — Vanity Fair — under my arm, was getting ready to rush our the door, and as I checked to see my battery levels this shot snapped from our front hall.
I love that there's multiple layers of reflection here; I'm shooting into a mirror that's reflecting of a picture that's re-reflecting off another picture. Whew! And of course, my grandfather's old, well, grandfather's clock which is a classic beauty though it hasn't ticked in 30 years. The darkened picture on the right is an original watercolor of the house.