View allAll Photos Tagged separation
My eyes fooled me very briefly about what I was seeing distantly in the canyon. It was due to the nature of the lighting...
Perhaps it's just me anthropomorphising, but there seemed something emotional about the way these bicycles related to each other, a tenderness in the air between them, perhaps a longing... love unrequited, desire unfulfilled, or the delicious tension before a first kiss?
WISH ALL OF YOU - A Fantastic Weekend Friend!!!
Thank You All so much for your kind comments, awards, faves and invites - much appreciated!!!
***********Click , & Push F11 - Full - screen***********
***********If you like it press F***********
Please don't use this image on websites, blogs or other media without my explicit permission... © 2012 Sandeep Santra All rights reserved...
Smoke Photo Art.
Explored 04/27/11. Two in three days.....Thanks for all the comments and Faves! - That's one way to suck me back in this. : )
On the way to creating this, several other smoke creations were made. This comes from the same smoke photo that produced Mother Nature, Heat Miser, and Snow Miser (among several others not posted). I'm not sure why some smoke photos yield so many options...is it the photo or just my state of mind at the time? You can see a bit of the original smoke photo in the exhaust of the top section of the "spaceship." Background courtesy of a NASA photo which I believe is fair use. Please inform me if that is incorrect.
If you like this, check out our smoke photography group, Smoke & Mirrors: www.flickr.com/groups/smoke_and_mirrors/
____________________________
We are passengers in time
Lost in motion, locked together
Day and night, by trick of light
But I must take another journey
"Secret Separation" by The Fixx
© DBoz Photography
As the ice melted off this river, the cracks in the ice were incredibly fascinating.
Very low tide in the main gulch at Binalog Bay, Bay of Fires, Tasmania.
Binalong is my happy place. Excellent conditions with some great cloud, mist and sea fog. Nobody at the picnic table and only a handful of punters on the beach.
Magic.
Leica Q2 Monochrom, Summilux 28/1.7, 1/16000th sec at f/1.7, ISO 200
Nice conditions to shoot wide open but didn't quite manage the separation I was after.
Pieces of a B-52 sitting in the desert. Blown apart to make the USSR happy after it was discovered on satellite photos that it had not been destroyed as it should have been per a Cold War-era agreement for disarmament.
180 second exposure, protomachines set to green.
Click on the image because its best BIG ON BLACK!!!
SAHMRI building - the coffee cart has social distancing rules too. Silver Efex Pro 2: Kodak Tri-X 400TX Pro with 40% Yellow filter
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Khalil Gibran
The weather in Yosemite this weekend, at least while I was there, was pretty miserable. I spend a lot of time standing in the pouring rain, and all of the grand views that I had hoped to shoot were socked in fog and log clouds. Not wanting to go home empty handed thought, I through on the long lens and shot across the valley as the this scene caught my eye. I was taken by the idea of separation. Over the course of the next few thousand years, this cliff edge will be wedged apart by rain and snow and heat and freezing. The lone tree atop it will be separated from the other trees, and it may as well be the last tree to ever grow in that spot. For just a few seconds, maybe 40, the fog rolled in extremely thick and separated the tree from the dark rock in the background, allowing it this moment to stand out. Yosemite. Always something new. Always epic. Just have to be in the right spot at the right time. Glad I was. Cheers. -jared r.
I have depression and went through a divorce after a suicide attempt. This seemed fitting for me.
Yes, I still think about my failed attempt at dying. It's disheartening to know that, not only do you suck at life, you also obviously suck at death. I can't do anything right - including kill myself.
I also think about the things I would do differently the next time around. I won't share my ideas because I'm not an advocate of killing yourself. I'm just understanding as to why people do it or want to do it. I feel your (their?) pain.
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
Standin' on the edge of something much too deep
It's funny how we feel so much but we cannot say a word
We are screaming inside, but we can't be heard
(("I Will Remember You" by Sarah McLachlan))