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(not often) we just sit around being normal. Except, of course, that M is fapping in this picture. *sigh* Oh well, I tried.
Sometimes I sit and wonder why
The sea is blue and so's the sky....
Two lines that slipped into my head as I was processing this one.... I think they're mine.... does that make me a poet?
Probably not.
Rustington, West Sussex, by the way.
sometimes it's good to acknowledge when a break is needed, even if it's not exactly what you want.
we're taking a break for august on exquisite corpse collective. see you again in september.
50mm f/2 for a bit more sharpness; No photoshop, since my trial ran out and I have to cajole work to get CS2.
There has been debate in FlickrForums about when it's OK to post pictures of strangers and when it's OK to post pictures of kids. For me, the issues are only different when they interesect -- I'm very careful about taking pictures of kids at school functions, much less posting them.
The best solution, these days, is to have the kids you're going to photograph sign release forms (yes, I actually follow the rules in cases like this).
Barring that, though, it's usually OK to run pictures that do not show the kids' faces. Kids faces are great, though, cute and filled with emotion, so it makes it much tougher to get a compelling shot. This one isn't nearly as compelling as it would be if I focused on the reactions of children reading their own work in a comic book, but at least it tells the story.
I was actually asked, with some anger, why I was taking pictures, until I showed that I was supposed to be here and wasn't taking any faces. It's sad that these times are so paranoid; sadder still that sometimes it's deserved.
Sometimes creators of the Perm animal style called the Keepers of the lost civilizations. In this series of dolls I'd like to afford to implement some fantasies about mysteriously vanished civilization. Keepers - a community of people who having faith in spirits and communicate with them. Therefore, in a series of characters will appear as Spirits (Deity) and Keepers.
Meet the first of them))))
Lady Kami-Ule - Veshchunya (Herald), she belongs to one of the highest ranks of the Keepers - to those who have the ability to hear the voices of the spirits and send their words to the people of their clan. She is the daughter of the head of the North-West House, as it is considered to be the daughter of Kami-Eva and her earthly reflection. Drawings on her body partially mimic those that is Kami-Eva, but not painted orange areas, with a change of some motifs and other colors. Her festive headdress decorated with masks of singing spirits. As priestess and talented actress she is an ornament to any holiday and takes part in all the ceremonies serve spirits northwest House. Not least because of her charm clan Keepers of Kami-Eva - one of the most prosperous)))
Resin, 18 cm tall, limted edition mold Tsampo - 02\30, OOAK.
Body art and headdress are one-of-a-kind.
Headdress - paper-mashe, beads, embroidery floss.
Bodyart are permanent fixed with epoxy coating and matt with resin coating.
Sometimes when I'm alone I Cry, Cause I am on my own. The tears I cry are bitter and warm. They flow with life but take no form I Cry because my heart is torn. I find it difficult to carry on. If I had an ear to confiding, I would cry among my treasured friend, but who do you know that stops that long, to help another carry on. The world moves fast and it would rather pass by. Then to stop and see what makes one cry, so painful and sad. And sometimes... I Cry and no one cares about why.
i don't mind to speed...
Es curioso... mucho... cuando voy (iba) en coche escuchando canciones de Offspring siempre llegaba antes a los sitios donde fuera... y habÃa una canción en especial que me hacÃa pisar el acelerador a fondo, sin importarme las consecuencias (para mÃ, que nunca he puesto en peligro cualquier otra vida que no fuera la mÃa...).
La canción era (y es) "The long way home"... durante un par de años la he escuchado como 1.000.000 de veces... la verdad, no entendÃa la letra y poco me importaba, escucharla y sentirme estrañamente bien era todo uno... pues bueno... ahora que me ha dado por buscar letras de canciones en inglés he descubierto lo que canta esa canción... y.. joooder... Esa canción se hizo para mÃ... jajajaja
lo dicho... es curioso, mucho... aquà os dejo la canción... :)
Busy doin my stabilo and white titanium portrait - and then decided to put a layer of gloss over top to protect it. HA! Um. I forgot the stabilo! It ran and ran and then my hand smeared it and stuck - and I LOVED it! Then I splashed alcohol inks and really got into it. Cathartic!
Sometimes focus groups ask you to make a collage. I try to make mine memorable.
The instructions were to create a collage on what food means to you. I decided to go 3d with this one. The real knife is what impressed people the most with this one.
See it here: On White
/ This photo was taken in the Bruce Peninsula National Park of Canada. One of the greatest hiking trails in the world and one of the most beautiful places on earth. Read up on it here:
www.pc.gc.ca/pn-np/on/bruce/index_e.asp
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Thanks for looking and please feel free to comment and criticize if you wish, i'm no professional and could always use some help. Thanks!
Clouds, cold, gloom, and damp. I could be depressed, but instead I decided to take some photos and work on them in Photoshop.
Living life Joyously!
...did this person somehow tick God off, big-time?
Also: Glad I don't have a house in this part of Dublin. ;)
but not really. i always look tired, no matter how much i sleep. im not a very expressive person which may be why. also i dyed my hair blue out of impulse. no regrets.
please remember not to repost my pictures on tumblr and shit, even if you credit them : |
I'm not a stamp collector.
But, I love doing weddings. Working with the couple in sessions leading up to the ceremony, celebrating with their family, receiving the honor of being invited into a very personal event. I get passionate about weddings.
Sometimes, stamps fit who I am!
Close my eyes
Feel me now
I don't know how you could not love me now
You will know, with her feet down to the ground
Over there, and I want true love to grow
You can't hide, oh no, from the way I feel
Turn my head
Into sound
I don't know when I lay down on the ground
You will find the hurts to love
Never cared, and the world turned hearts to love
We will see, oh now, in a day or two
You will wait
See me go
I don't care, when you're head turned
You will wait, when I turn my eyes around
Overhead when I hold you next to me
Overhead, to know the way I see
Close my eyes
Feel me now
I don't know, maybe you could not hurt me now
Here alone, when I feel down too
Over there, when I await true love for you
You can hide, oh now, the way I do
You can see, oh now, oh the way I do
Scruffy old self portrait.
Strobist: background was a grey bedsheet lit with gelled skyported sigma ef500 dg super, lit from front with bounce umbrella with skyported nikon sb26, and side lit with optical slaved bare pentax af360 camera left. A little bit of PS touching up.
Never did quite get it. Still itchy.
I took this shot at Chithhulia under Kayempur of Shahjadpur Upazila, Sirajganj. I visited the village 3 times and experienced surreal beauty and the honesty of the persons of that locality. But I get shocked when I got the news that this village is a major victim of anthrax, I don't know any people of this picture has been affected or not. I can do nothing for them but just to share my feelings to all of my flickr friends and please pray for them and we should concern everybody as anthrax can not spread vastly.