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Music is forever; music should grow and mature with you, following you right on up until you die. ~ Paul Simon
Went down into my son's studio again.. His Dean was staring me right in the face, so I had to photograph it. I used the David Hill Process on it to bring out the strings...
This pose? Yeah. It randomly came to me while I was standing there. My friend was laying on the ground and she was looking at the sky so I took the opportunity to stand in front of this fence and pose. Very unsure about this but decided to upload anyway. My camera was put up on my camera bag 'cause I didn't bring my tripod.
I like the whole idea behind this though - invisible strings. We often have things holding us back that don't always show and eventually we just want to fall.
Later the person who owned this house sent their dog out in their backyard...I guess they didn't enjoy two teenage girls posing awkwardly like this and taking photos.
Not shooting this Saturday which I'm bummed about. Instead I'm shooting on Sunday or Monday in the woods since I need to get these ideas out.
Nothing like late night Flickr posts.
Broken Strings - James Morrison feat. Nelly Furtado
let me hold you
for the last time
it’s the last chance to feel again
but you broke me
now i can’t feel anything
when i love you
it’s so untrue
i can’t even convince myself
when i’m speaking
it’s the voice of someone else
oh it tears me up
i tried to hold on but it hurts too much
i tried to forgive but it’s not enough
to make it all okay
you can’t play on broken strings
you can’t feel anything
that your heart don’t want to feel
i can’t tell you something that ain’t real
oh the truth hurts
a lie is worse
i can’t like it anymore
and i love you a little less than before
oh what are we doing
we are turning into dust
playing house in the ruins of us
running back through the fire
when there’s nothing left to save
it’s like chasing the very last train
when it’s too late
oh it tears me up
i tried to hold on but it hurts too much
i tried to forgive but it’s not enough
to make it all okay
you can’t play on broken strings
you can’t feel anything
that your heart don’t want to feel
i can’t tell you something that ain’t real
oh the truth hurts
a lie’s worse
i can’t like it anymore
when i love you a little less than before
but we’re running through the fire
when there’s nothing left to say
it’s like chasing the very last train
when we both know it’s too late
you can’t play on broken strings
you can’t feel anything
that your heart don’t want to feel
i can’t tell you something that ain’t real
oh the truth hurts
a lie’s worse
i can’t like it anymore
when i love you a little less than before
oh and i love you a little less than before
let me hold you for the last time
it’s the last chance to feel again
Individual tiles from my classroom 8x5 index card box we use for our lunchtime Zentangle club.
alexfoster.me.uk/2015/03/15/the-next-wodge-of-8x5-cards-f...
Think this is the last of the "bits of a guitar " shots. Gonna have to scrounge some instruments from somewhere. I love taking these types of shots.