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In the autumn, around my village, sometimes the fog is so thick that we cannot see more than two meters ahead. It is a privileged moment to go for a walk on the paths between the fields. After a few minutes of walking, I am at the edge of the world. The fog dissolves the lights, extinguishes the colors, stifles the sounds, undoes the bonds that unite me to others. I walk like a hermit, leaving behind the heat of my home, sinking into a gray night, perhaps finding, at the end of the road, a grotto in the mountain, or a ruined hovel in the forest which I could make my ultimate home, in order to slow down, give up, meditate, never wash again, get old before time like an old witch, lose all my teeth, eat roots, but finally live.
But it is not the destination that matters to me, and moreover I do not desire it, any more than I desire the comfort of the society of Men. I live in an in-between, in a world where no place suits me. It's not that I cannot find my place, it's because I'm afraid every place will only offer lethal boredom. In this tension, I can better see what is happening around me, for better and for worse. A good distance, neither too far away to forget people, nor too close to understand them, I see the war that they make every day to defend their place and their singularity, a fight lost in advance where each, danced in a deadly ballet, is identical to all the others. I can see the chaos towards which they are going, singing, strangely confident in the illusion of a past order.
In the fog, my thoughts are troubled; and it's better that I stop thinking. Each step is a question and the answer to that question in the moment. I have cast off, cast my bearings overboard, I no longer need it because I am untied from the past, from the future and the derisory projects to which we sacrifice our lives; I am bound to you whom I love, and to you too, whom I hate, but I love you; to the earth that bears me, to the worms in the earth, to the grasses and to the trees, to the air that I breathe, to the clouds above the fog and to the sky that gave me life.
From year to year, the fog approaches, crosses my threshold, invades my living room and my bedroom. I wake up almost every morning with a layer of fog at the foot of my bed. I learned to protect myself from the cold of my loneliness, to orient myself without seeing, to love my neighbor without trying to understand him, to accept our fatal destiny without renouncing my revolt. My in-between is my hermitage, a destination that is never final, a spirit that is never at peace, and sometimes falls from exhaustion on the road, leading me to wonderful dreams.
I could never say goodbye and yet I'm already gone.
I thought I uploaded the last of this shoot but I found this one and wanted to have a wide and narrow crop of the whole Pier. Thanks for viewing!
Camera - Nikon D700
Lens - Nikon 70-300mm
Focal length - 125mm
Aperture - f/11
Exposure 1/250 sec
Quality - raw processed in capture NX2
Filters - no
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Exploration of the present day human condition and behavior as reflected in the lifeless world of mannequins and store windows. As beautiful as it seems from a visual perspective, there is an ever-present reminder of the lack of emotions, and an almost surrealistic belief of happiness and pleasure derived from the material world. Trapped in a well-conceived, visually stimulating box, these mannequins exude spiritual bliss, presenting a paradoxical interpretation of reality.
Yashica Mat 124g I Portra 160
Im kind of a bad person sometimes...i already thought about selling the Yashica again but i have only pulled 3 rolls trough it....i really have to start appreciating some things more in life :/
Pulsa L para ver con fondo negro // Press L for viewing in black
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Camara /Camera: Nikon D5100
Objetivo / Lense: Tamron 18-200mm
Model / Modelo: Ioana
Place / Lugar: Barcelona
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Todos los derechos reservados // All rights reserved
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Portrait of an old man, dressed in a fedora and leather jacket, deep in thought as he waits for someone or something at the Shengcun market, Yunnan Province, China.
22/03/16 www.allenfotowild.com
From a shop window in the center of Genoa
Per giudicare un uomo bisogna conoscere il segreto del suo pensiero, delle sue sventure, delle sue emozioni
( Honore' de Balzac )
To judge a man non need to know the secret of his thought, of his misfortunes, of his emotions....
I thought the Town Hall was a very attractive building and it was nice to see it in the sun during our first dog walk of the weekend.
The Town Hall, Christchurch is a municipal building in Christchurch, Dorset, England. The building, which incorporates a room known as the mayor's parlour on the first floor, and is a Grade II listed building. It is currently the base of Christchurch Town Council.
The first town hall was a medieval timber structure built in Millhams Street. The current town hall, which was designed in the neoclassical style, was originally built in the Market Square in 1746 but, in order to improve traffic flow, it was dismantled and rebuilt in its current position in the former Blanchard's Yard in the High Street in 1859. The move to Blanchard's Yard was funded by public subscription and financially supported by the local member of parliament, Admiral John Edward Walcott.
The design involved a symmetrical main frontage with six bays facing onto the High Street; the central section of two bays, which slightly projected forward, featured arcading on the ground floor to allow markets to be held, and a stone balcony and Venetian window on the first floor flanked by full-height Doric order pilasters supporting an open pediment. There was a cupola with a weather vane at roof level. Internally, the principal room was the mayor's parlour on the first floor. There was a lock-up under the stairs to accommodate criminals. (From Wikipedia)
...our lives are full of them!
Av. Pres Vargas
Belém, Pará.
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When I think of you I want to cause you bodily harm, but I can't because you once brought me happiness.
Debuting a look I made up earlier that has the thiccness people seem to love these days.
Tattoo: Corazon- Kryton
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Skin: The Skinnery- Maria
Currently at C88
Body: Legacy
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Head: Lelutka Avalon
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Hair: Doux-Laura
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Top: Evie- Watch Me
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Collar: Krescendo- Kitty Collar
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Shorts: Bueno- Victory Shorts
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Zar Bar's Closet
Blog Name Unholy thoughts
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There seemed to be a lot of bulbs lit up at least. Slowly shaking myself out of a post-holiday coma and revisiting some shots from earlier in the month. December is feeling like a bit of a surreal blur - which is usually what makes me look forward to the fresh return of January.
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Candid street photography from Edinburgh, Scotland. Captured during the chaos of the Edinburgh Festival Fringe 2017, I am always fascinated by the faces and expressions of those watching street performances - more so than the performances themselves. Enjoy!