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"OMY BLOGGER CONTEST SUBMISSION"
OMY Addison Set (pose2) for Anthem (may round)
E.K Willow - Denim Skirt - in store
Versov DOXOV PLATFORM for TMD (may round)
A muggy morning in the summer of 2013 finds 23 cars worth of Q339 being pulled out of the east siding at South Deshler with CSXT 8098 providing all the necessary muscle. I offer this as a submission for "Forty Friday" for more than just the obvious reason. The 8098 was built in 1980, making 2020 its 40th birthday. However, I can't find any photos of it more recent than 2016, so I have to assume its rotting in a deadline somewhere, or worse...
Hi all !!
And voila, a new portrait. I wanted to change, to be more "submissive" in appearance. Maybe more dangerous in the picture .. Me and the paradoxes, I love it !! I admit having fought especially for the butterflies haha !! I hope you like.
Story : "I like being attached to you ... Promiss i kill you slowly *smile like an angel*..."
Thanks for watching and your support !! ♡
The music : 🎵.
You can zoom for more details...
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NEW @ Lips a little red : "[NoRush] Vampire Lips (BOM for Lelutka EvoX)" at [N O R U S H]. Mainstore and Marketplace.
NEW @ Necklace and piercing (I wear my belleza Jake. BUT the gianni item fit really good. You can use the unrigged too ! Enjoy :D) : "Wicca's Originals - Valia Necklace" at The Warehouse Sale - OPEN August 23rd and soon at Wicca's Originals.
NEW @ Hagoromo (bento or animesh) : "+ Heavenly Hagoromo + {AIi & Ego}" at Okinawa Summer Festival 2021 and soon at Aii & Ego.
@ Choker : "L'Emporio&PL::*O-Ring*::Choker+Necklace" at L'Emporio Mainstore.
@ Mole : "-LEPUNK- Freckles & Moles +LEL EvoX BOM" at LePunk Mainstore.
For 'MacroMondays' theme of 'Pink'
A very late reconsideration about this week's theme. Having passed this little flower on the usual morning walk it came to mind when looking at other submissions. It's a very unassuming little flower just less than 10mm across.
A bottle placed in the background provides some sort of balance to the picture.
Perhaps of interest to somebody, somewhere, is the use of the Carl Zeiss Jena Tessar f3.5 70mm projector lens. Made for a 16mm film projector its a very small light lens with no aperture blades so used at f3.5. Great fun attaching it to the camera!
- Underwear "SCOTTY" by 4BIDDEN
- Short Hoodie by COX
- Skin for Kario body Marsellus by SIBILLA ANTON & SKING
- Body "KARIO" by INITHIUM (LM to Mainstore)
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The blue stream sacrifices herself to majestic Tsarap river in Zanskar valley, Ladakh Himalayas, India
“The tones of grey, pale turquoise and pink will prevail.” – Christian Dior (French fashion designer).
The theme for "Looking Close on Friday" for the 10th of January is "objects in pastel colours". When it was my birthday last year ago, a very dear friend who enjoys photography as much as I do, and knows that I collect beautiful and vintage pieces, gave me a wonderful selection of antique ribbons, buttons, buckles, lace and other fine notions. She also gave me three follow up tins of similar delightful gifts for Christmas last year. That has sent me down the rabbit hole of adding to and expanding my collection of vintage notions quite substantially. Thus when the theme was announced, I had no difficulty in finding an interesting assortment of items to create a pale pink still life as a submission for the theme. I hope you like my choice for this week’s theme and that it makes you smile!
This still life consists of an interesting assortment of items which include:
A half-doll still in situ in her original pincushion. The "half-doll" is a dainty porcelain or bisque figurine, fashionable in the early Twentieth Century with an upper body, head, arms, but no legs. These dolls were produced in the thousands at the height of their popularity by German factories such as Dressel and Kister, Heubach, Goebel and Kestner. Later they were produced in France, America and later still, in Japan. They commonly served as handles and toppers for fabric covers made for powder boxes on ladies’ dressing tables and small brushes, however they were also made for jewellery boxes, pincushions, tea cosies and other covers. In this case, my German half-doll is still attached to her original pincushion. She has been hand painted.
A small 1920s Art Deco Roger and Gallet “Bouquet Nouveau” face powder, made in Paris and sold through the most exclusive and fashionable department store Melbourne ever saw: George’s of Collins Street.
A pastel pink 1930s Art Deco Bakelite buckle.
Two spools of Sylko Pale Pink Salmon cotton and one spool of Sylko Orchid cotton, all dating from between 1938 and 1954. Belle Vue Mill, commonly known as Dewhurst’s, was built by Thomas Dewhurst in 1828. It opened in 1829 as John Dewhurst & Sons and was one of Skipton’s largest spinning and weaving mills. The mill’s position next to the Leeds Liverpool Canal meant that raw cotton could be shipped in by boats from Liverpool. Finished goods would then be sent back the same way ready for distribution. Coal to power the machine’s steam engines was also delivered by barge. In 1897 Dewhurst’s was bought by the English Sewing Cotton Co. It continued to produce Sylko, one of the mill’s most famous products. It was produced in over 500 colours and sold throughout the world. Sylko cottons are still available at haberdashers today.
Two tiny three millimetre 1920s Art Deco shell glove buttons etched with stylised roses.
An Edwardian carved ivory handled button hook.
A 1940s fabric rose corsage.
This calf took a step backwards then arched its head, the bull then turned and walked away. Interesting end to a fascinating encounter. Jasper National Park
Submission for the Flickr ‘Shine a Light’ competition.
I decided to take my shot (socially safe) from where I read about it. On my sofa.
Lockdown has affected pretty much the whole planet and whilst we seem to be coming out the other side, there is still a little uncertainty about how we will work safety in the future and the general feeling of ‘is it really safe out there?’ I gave the shot intentional motion blur and a disconcerting angle in camera, just as some dark clouds started to occlude the street light outside. I took a series later when the street light came on, but stuck with this as it looks more ’cautiously optimistic’ than ‘dark and ominous’.
For us lockdown hasn’t been an altogether bad experience. We’re lucky to have a large garden and have been busy working from home throughout, but looking outside the four walls has been at times a little bittersweet.
I don’t usually write lengthy descriptions like this, but kind of feel need to explain my reasons!
Taken with a manual 50mm lens hence no aperture or focal length in the Exif.
A submission to Sliders Sunday, where over-processing is encouraged. An unwinding fern frond is converted into a hurricane.
"...το να σου έχει δοθεί εξουσία πάνω σ' έναν άλλο είναι σκληρό,το να επιβάλεις με τη βία την εξουσία σ' έναν άλλο είναι λάθος,το να παραχωρείς την εξουσία του εαυτού σου σ΄ έναν άλλο είναι συμφορά..."Τόνι Μόρισον:"Το έλεος"
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Nothing better than dressing up for the Freakshow amazing lineups!
Thank you Uri for making this amazing place, you are the Freakshow King indeed!
Here's another one from my rainy morning with the coyotes. As I reviewed the day's take, I really developed some compassion for the poor little bedraggled pup I posted a couple of days ago. It took on the looks of the runt of the litter or something like that. I did shoot quite a bit of him before the two others showed up. Here, the one in focus was heading for the runt while keeping its eyes on the big lens hanging out of the rolling blind. There was no physical roughness, and I did want to show that life has its challenges. The newcomer's coat is in better shape, taking on the look of winter. I think tomorrow one more look of others looking more dressed for the cold temps.
Happy Halloween, or what's left of it anyway!
Taken at Shattered for the Halloween Photo Contest 2023, Final Submission.
Edit tinkered by: Lyn
Featuring:
❖[TNK X TRV] JACK - O - LANTERN
❖/Vae Victis\ - "Chronos" - Relic Scythe
❖Deadboy - Corvo Cloak
❖Toksik - Serenade Set
TREVOR - Marketplace
marketplace.secondlife.com/stores/57608
TREVOR - Mainstore
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/TOKYO%20ZERO/173/128/3186
TANAKA - Mainstore
Some more shots from my archive to make my stream more various.
Thank you in advance to everyone that comments and/or faves my picture. They are all immensely appreciated.
Chapter 12
It was another late night pouring over images; deleting, cataloging, organizing, choosing submissions - 'the workflow'. I hate the workflow. It was 3 am and I'd been fighting to stay awake for a while now. I was about to call it quits for the night, when I heard a soft melody drifting, somewhere in the background. From the flat next-door? And a faint yet pugnent smell of... what was that?... incense? massage oil and sweat?? Perfume?
Then... over my shoulder, the sound of a whisper I couldn't make out. I turned. "Sally! What... how did... what happened to you? Where were you..."
"You know", she said. It was her voice, but with an eerie, far away tone I'd never heard before. "I've been here" she continued, "right here".
"What... what do you mean? I... I don't understand" I stammered.
"Silly, silly, boy" she giggled. "I'm not real" she said. "You know that, right?"
"But... but I... we... our photos... our sessions..." my head began to spin.
"Il-eona!" she replied.
"What? I... "
"Il-eona... iliwa. Weikeu... weiku. Dangis-i gaya" I heard her say, her voice changing to a slightly higher pitch, and taking on a hypnotic, melodic twang"
"I don't und..." I said, as the music grew louder and louder - drowning out my voice... my thoughts. The music. An oddly familiar tune. Where had I heard it before??
Chapter 13
My head still spinning, I closed my eyes tightly. The music... the sounds and smells... so familiar. But how?
And where was I? I was in my flat, looking through shots from earlier in the week... wasn’t I?? I felt a hand on my upper arm... a gentle shake and “Weikeueob! Wake up!” in that same musical, hypnotic, woman’s voice. And in a short, curt but sweet broken English “time to go now.”
I opened my eyes and tried to focus them in the smokey, dimly lit room. There - my clothes, lying crumpled in the corner. A snuffed out candle, burnt low. A tattered, heavy, velvety-red curtain covering a small window, hazy wisps of light peaking around the edges to bathe the dusty air. A table cluttered with incense, an empty absinthe bottle, oils, small drinking glasses one of them stained with lip stick, some scattered powders and substances I didn’t recognize, a thin red veil covering jars of some mysterious, exotic substances. A ledge with a small lamp, a crystal vase and some ornaments and knickknacks... a few Halloween decorations scattered throughout. I looked up, into the beautifully large, dark eyes or the oriental-looking girl standing over me. “S... Sally?” I said, in my confusion. “Yes, me Sally” she said, showing her smile. “We have fun, but you... too much. Too much fun - no good. Too much no good. You understand? Only little fun.” she said, gesturing with her thumb and forefinger. “Umm... I...” was all I managed, grasping to make sense of something that, at least to me, made none at all. Remember, I told myself. Remember. I closed my eyes again trying to remember and relive, to make sense of the past days.
When I opened my eyes again I was someplace different. A bed. Crisp white sheets. Everything is so white. There’s something...in my arm. An I.V. A hospital. I’m in a hospital bed. There’s a voice “Doctor - come quick. He’s conscious”. A tall, thin man rushed into the room, dressed all in white. “I... where am I?” I ask. “You’re at College Hospital” he said. “Can you tell us what happened to you? Some passer-byes found you, in the streets, delirious, wearing clothes obviously not yours. They brought you here. Do you remember anything? Anything at all??”
Remember. “Sally” I said softly. “Sally” I whispered, as I closed my eyes... for the last time.
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First - apologies. I started this as a 365. But when I added the story, it began to write itself... including the ending. Thanks to those who took the time to view the images and read the text.
The story is a tribute to 2 great creative artists: Tim Burton and Edgar Allan Poe.
In the spirit of Halloween, and if you have time, I hope you’ll watch a Tim Burton movie and get lost in his magical world of crazy but relate-able characters. Or that you’ll read a story from the genius imagination of Poe, or read about his mysterious death (of which the ending of this series is based).
Edgar Allen Poe died this month (October 7th) in 1849. He was found delirious in the streets of Baltimore, taken to hospital, and never regained coherency (or perhaps only briefly) before his death. How he spent his last five days, how he came to be in such a state, why he wasn’t wearing his own clothes, his cryptic calling out for “Reynolds” during the night, and even the cause of his death, remains a mystery and source of much speculation and theory, even to this day.
******* Happy Halloween everyone! *********
P.S. - sorry for running behind (it’s been a busy time, and a challenge just to get the daily image posted). I will catch up viewing everyone photos and comments soon!
Another version of the shot my husband took of me almost falling through the elevator doors. I'm really liking the Calista+ app!