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Information & Credits, and a closer view of the shoes are on the blog post.. rissasecondlife.blogspot.com/2018/07/sing.html
"Be as a bird perched on a frail branch
that she feels bending beneath her,
still she sings away all the same,
knowing she has wings."
-Victor Hugo
textures by SkeletalMess and Texture Time --thanks
EXPLORE Worthy, THE NUMBERS GAME #1 (Art from 2014)
happy sliders sunday!
have a fabulous summer , my flickrino friends!
"Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life - learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some"
Robert Fulghum
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~Vanilla Twilight by Owl City
Josh and I have made it 4 months as of today :)
So I've been trying to process something like this for a while. It's mostly inspired by Kristine May. :)
It's all a little cliche though with the piano and lyrics... I just feel so unoriginal lately!
I keep getting ideas and whipping out my camera, but then i feel like I can't get the right shot, or my battery dies, or I have to go.
I even had a dream tonight that I was driving and the sky was painted with just THE most extraordinary sunset ever so I reached for my camera, lost conrtrol of the wheel, and caused a truck to swerve to avoid me and fall over and explode.
Thank God that was just a dream. I hardly even realized I could have died hhahaha.
Explore! Highest: #11 - Thank you :)
From the Big Trip 3D slide archives - 2004.
This amazingly detailed statue is a tribute to Sabu Peter Sing, a legendary stockman in the Northern Territory. He was born of a Wardaman Aboriginal mother and a Chinese father. The statue is incredibly detailed, showing every stitch in the clothing and even shows wear on the heels of his boots. It is located in Katherine in the Northern Territory, Australia. The original of this image in 3D was quite effective with the main body of the horse and rider seeming to be just behind the frame, but the head of the horse coming right through the frame. The bronze looked great in the late afternoon sun against the vivid blue sky.
(Slide scanned using Canon RP with 24-240 and Nisi close up lens. Original taken using Fuji Sensia 100 slide film)
I realized I never posted this image.. this was from last summer. One of my favorite bluebird pictures :)
One of (Australian artist) Patricia Piccinini's fantastical creatures on display as part of the Fairytales exhibition at GoMA
Who doesn't love the sound of the Blackbird's song lifting us out of Winter? This one was busy being very vocal on his perch. Not that you'd know by this image!
Shot using Fuji X-T1 and XF100-400mmF4.5-5.6
"Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir connu
Les chiens noirs du Mexique
Qui dorment sans rêver
Les singes à cul nu
Dévoreurs de tropiques
Les araignées d'argent
Au nid truffé de bulles
Je voudrais pas crever
Sans savoir si la lune
Sous son faux air de thune
A un côté pointu
Si le soleil est froid
Si les quatre saisons
ne sont vraiment que quatre
Sans avoir essayé
De porter une robe
Sur les grands boulevards
Sans avoir regardé
Dans un regard d'égout
Sans avoir mis mon zobe
Dans des coinstots bizarres
Je voudrais pas finir
Sans connaître la lèpre
Ou les sept maladies
Qu'on attrape là-bas
Le bon ni le mauvais
Ne me feraient de peine
Si si si je savais
Que j'en aurai l'étrenne
Et il y a z aussi
Tout ce que je connais
Tout ce que j'apprécie
Que je sais qui me plaît
Le fond vert de la mer
Où valsent les brins d'algues
Sur le sable ondulé
L'herbe grillée de juin
La terre qui craquelle
L'odeur des conifères
Et les baisers de celle
Que ceci que cela
La belle que voilà
Mon ourson, l'Ursula
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir usé
Sa bouche avec ma bouche
Son corps avec mes mains
Le reste avec mes yeux
J'en dis pas plus faut bien
Rester révérencieux
Je voudrais pas mourir
Sans qu'on ai inventé
Les roses éternelles
La journée de deux heures
La mer à la montagne
La montagne à la mer
La fin de la douleur
Tous les enfants contents
Et tant de trucs encore
Qui dorment dans les crânes
Des géniaux ingénieurs
Des jardiniers joviaux
Des soucieux socialiste
Des urbains urbanistes
Et des pensifs penseurs
Tant de choses à voir
A voir et à z-entendre
Tant de temps à attendre
A chercher dans le noir
Et moi je vois la fin
Qui grouille et qui s'amène
Avec sa gueule moche
Et qui m'ouvre ses bras
De grenouille bancroche
Je voudrais pas crever
Non monsieur non madame
Avant d'avoir tâté
Le goût qui me tourmente
Le goût qu'est le plus fort
Je voudrais pas crever
Avant d'avoir goûté
La saveur de la mort..."
----__Je voudrais pas crever__----__Boris Vian__----
Centro Cultural Ouvidor 63, 13 andares ocupados por um coletivo de artistas, com moradias, estúdios e espaços de exibição. São Paulo, SP, Brasil.
At Ouvidor 63 Street, an artist collective with 13 floors of housing, artist studios and exhibition spaces. São Paulo, Brazil.
FotoJornada Ocupa Ouvidor 63, coordenada por André Douek.
A striking plumage in an over sized sparrow, what's not to like about the Eastern Towhee. This bold male was marking it's territory. Eastern Towhees tend to be pretty solitary, and they use a number of threat displays to tell other towhees they’re not welcome. You may see contentious males lift, spread, or droop one or both wings, fan their tails, or flick their tails to show off the white spots at the corners. Studies have shown that male towhees tend to defend territories many times larger than needed simply to provide food.