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San Luis Potosí, Centro; México, 2016

see Birta´s gorgeous version of the same idea =)

 

and see more stuff that I really like; of me and from my friends =)

New Orleans, LA

Where hurt and struggle still be, may peace find thee. My deepest condolences. May we never forget this day.

16' cm collage

  

One for sorrow,

Two for joy,

Three for a girl,

Four for a boy,

Five for silver,

Six for gold,

Seven for a secret never to be told.

 

or

 

One for anger

Two for mirth

Three for a wedding

Four for a birth

Five for rich

Six for poor

Seven for a witch

I can tell you no more.

 

traditional magpie counting rhymes

Model: Zel Colton

Avatar: Aesthetic Enzo, Catwa Justin Head

Tattoo: AM Outlet Alpha (custom tattoo)

Eyes: IKON Odyssey Eyes Field

Hair: Rawhouse Flatliner Black

Jewellery & Accessories: Savage Ear Piercings, Savage Necklace. :HV: Against the stream Lip Piercing, Horseshoe Eyebrow Piercing, Clothing:**[RD] Haud Deus - Male (Fulloutfit)**

Windlight: [TOR] Dusk - Burnt hope

Tools & Props Used: Lumipro, *FN* Sorrow Pose + Column Base & Sword

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It tumbles down the Glen of Sorrow above Castle Campbell and Dollar Glen in the Ochil Hills. Walked along the course of the burn right up to its source in the Maddy Moss. And only 10 miles from home. More on my blog

 

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© 2011 Roman Gorielov (from my photobook "IMAGENARY LIFE")

2/365 - ON EXPLORE!!!!

 

View On Black

Today was a bit of a hard day obviously. I have been sick for the past couple of days and my man is away and I have just hit my 16th day of non smoking!! I think today it all just caught up to me...it's good to have a cry every now and then.

There was a power cut in Dunedin last midnight. I went out of my flat and tried to get some photos of the town, but then I saw the yellow light come from the engineer truck, so... here we go, I took these photos.

Little Art Fair

San Francisco, California, USA

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www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pjn2aHT-kZQ

 

Sorrow

 

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land

plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:

a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers

but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

 

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise

he's chained forever to a world that's departed

It's not enough, It's not enough

 

His blood has frozen & curled with fright

his knees have trembled & given way in the night

his hand has weakened at the moment of truth

his step has faltered

 

One world, one soul

Time pass, the river roll

 

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication

and silent replies that swirl invitation

flow dark and troubled to any oily sea

a grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night

and there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight

and silence that speaks so much louder than words

of promises broken

 

(Pink Floyd - Sorrow)

 

Tristezza

 

Il dolce profumo di un'immensa tristezza si distende sulla terra

pennacchi di fumo si alzano e confluiscono nel cielo plumbeo:

un uomo giace e sogna campi verdi e fiumi

ma si sveglia una mattina senza alcun motivo per svegliarsi

 

È perseguitato dal ricordo di un paradiso perduto

nella sua gioventù o da un sogno, non sa precisarlo

è per sempre incatenato a un mondo che è defunto

Non è abbastanza, non è abbastanza

 

Il suo sangue si è ghiacciato e si è arricciato con lo spavento

le sue ginocchia hanno tremato e hanno ceduto nella notte

la sua mano si è indebolita nel momento della verità

il suo passo ha vacillato

 

Un mondo, un'anima

Il tempo passa, il fiume scorre

 

E parla al fiume di amore perduto e dedizione

e silenziose risposte che mulinano inviti

scorrono scure e agitate verso qualunque mare oleoso

un triste accendo di cosa sta per accadere

C'è un vento incessante che soffia in questa notte

e c'è polvere nei miei occhi, che acceca la mia vista

e il silenzio che parla molto più rumorosamente delle parole

di promesse infrante

video still from scrapped footage

 

Brooklyn, NY

February 2009

Went out to photograph Kingfishers and saw these instead

Man of Sorrows, last quarter of 12th century, tempera on wood.

The double-sided icon, on the front side there is Virgin Hodegetria (“she who points the way”), obverse of the icon depicts Man of Sorrows.

An pencil/graphite wash illustration of a hidden, yet beautiful woman. Design marks surround her, as if planning her face, her emotions. The quote is from a John Keats poem and speaks to how beautiful sadness can sometimes be and how sad we can find beautiful objects. The art compliments this idea of mixing chaotic water colors and textures with clean, circular design elements.

 

for sale at www.kalebschad.etsy.com

  

Prints for sale at Etsy.com.

na, így sok kihagyás után most ilyen van...

textúrás erőlködés, PS-es dof és a teljes letargia jellemzi a képet :P

nem lett túl kifejező, mert épp a barátnőjéhez sietett nagyon és nem akarta magát túlságosan beleélni... majd legközelebb(?) ;)

PENTAX K-3

TAMRON SP AF 90mmF/2.8 Di MACRO1:1 MODEL 272E

Processing: Lightroom/Photoshop

 

2019 All images and use thereof are copyright of Daryl Hutchinson. Reproduction of them is forbidden without prior permission

© Ilyes Bouzid

tops or roots? preparing for wintering.

My friend Allan Parke wrote this.. I believe it. His flickr is: www.flickr.com/photos/skateboy075/

Jonathan was a boy…a typical boy; 6 years old…getting into trouble was typical for this typical 6 year old boy…not serious trouble but the typical trouble that defines a typical 6 year old boy…you know…

One of his saving graces was going to church on Sundays with his mom…but he didn’t sit in church with his mom but was dropped off in Sunday school with the rest of the children…his mom’s parting words “behave yourself”…

In Sunday school Jonathan learned about God and all those things that went along with learning about God…of course not everything taught was all about God…there were the lighter religious topics…the topics for children…Johnathan’s favorite was guardian angels…

He learned that each person had a guardian angel that looked after them in times of trouble…the angel would help them out, guide them, keep them safe…Jonathan was happy about this, ‘cause he was constantly getting into trouble…at least that’s what his mom called it…

Jonathan was curious about his angel and was constantly looking…searching…to catch a glimpse of his angel…look as he might there was no evidence anywhere of his angel…

But, his angel was there…all of the time…everywhere…

If Johnathan was running, tripped and fell, his angel was certain to soften his fall, maybe a skinned knee…nothing more serious…

Being 6, Jonathon napped a lot, leaving his angel with spare time to do other things, hobbies, wander around checking out other angels…

One day, while wandering, Jonathon’s angel was distracted, his attention drawn to something interesting, his mind taken away from his real task…he wandered and wandered not aware of the time…unaware of his surroundings…until…

Jonathon woke with a jolt…a shiver running down his spine…there was something wrong, he felt….his angel was gone…he started to cry…he felt he was in trouble…big trouble this time…

Jonathon was afraid…he slowly got out of bed and put on his shoes…can’t go anywhere without your shoes his mom always told him…

Walking slowly to the door he peered out into the hallway…looking left…looking right…no one…no body…

The air felt strange, but he stepped out anyway…slowly down the hallway to the kitchen…still no one…looking out the window he saw the day was overcast…sensing the day might be cool, he retrieved his jacket from the closet…then out the back door….down the steps…down the driveway to the street and without looking started to cross the street…seemingly out of nowhere a car…no it was a truck, a big truck…Jonathon did not see it…

A shiver ran down his spine and along his wings to the tips…Jonathon’s angel was devastated….

The Evil Within 2

Canon EOS 5D Mark III, Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 L Macro IS USM, processed in Lightroom.

 

Inv. Nr. 491, Grave relief of Mnesarete, Attic, ca. 380BCE. The dead Mnesarete sits in front of a sorrowing servant.

Inscription: ΜΝΗΣΑΡΕΤΗ ΣΩΚΡΑΤΟΣ

"Mnesarete, (daughter) of Socrates. She leaves behind husband, brothers and sisters . . ." - see the first two links below for details.

 

Glyptothek München - Room IV, Room of Mnesarete

 

www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/artifact?name=Munich+GL+491&...

www.bavarikon.de/object/bav:SAG-DDD-00000B3D00000036?lang=en

 

de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glyptothek_(München)

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glyptothek

 

www.antike-am-koenigsplatz.mwn.de/index.php/de/glyptothek

www.antike-am-koenigsplatz.mwn.de/index.php/en/glyptothek-en

Adelma (Cimitero acatolico di Roma)

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