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A mating pair of thread-waisted wasps, Eremnophila aureonotata, multitasking in a garden in Leavenworth, Kansas. August 4, 2019.
photo by violeta minnick, szasza szoom
To those amazing true loving couples, who grow together every day, becoming stronger individuals and rock solid lovers.
Yeaaaah, ooooook, sometimes to achieve this, one needs to tie a short little thread around some hanging part of the masculin body... but still... isnt' love beautiful? ;D
alternative title: in a world much too full, I only want to stick with you
56 : 365
I couldn't resist this vintage thread holder and made no promises to sew more if I bought it.
Macro Mondays: Needle and Thread
Needle and thread, with a tiny wooden thread spool and button.
100mm + 25mm extension tube
This is Nazli Gelin Garden, a size 10 mercerized cotton. I got it at Herrschners.
It comes in some rad colors. Check out that brown in the back.
A large water droplet suspended on a fine thread captures the surrounding imagery and forges a gem.
Note how the surface tension adjusts to follow the thread...the physics of water at this tiny scale always amazes me.
Labourers are working for drying threads after colouring for making saree in a village in West Bengal, India
An Ancient Chinese proverb says, “An invisible red thread connects those destined to meet, despite the time, the place, and despite the circumstances. The thread can be tightened or tangle, but will never be broken.”
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This is my freestyle, actually for the past week, but could not upload due to finals!
Once I finish my exhibition I'm planning just too many new shoots, totally different styles (even wedding!) and in all that I hope I find some time to make some short films -mainly for practice!
And I love the idea of Project 104. I'm thinking, creating and at the same time allowing myself to work on other stuff too. Which is great.
Also, I have no idea what will I do for Uni. Will I continue, will I stop?
One thing for certain, I will be applying for scholarships. Anything related to art.
This is my next picture for my weekly theme 'Happiness'.
Just a quick shot from the owner of a drinks cash-and-carry in my neighbourhood, as you can see, she's a jolly fellow.
Captured with a Nikon Df and a Nikkor AF-S 70-200mm ƒ1:2.8, post processed in Lightroom using VSCO Film.
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A Chinese/Japanese proverb that says people who are meant to be together are linked by an invisible red thread that bends & stretches but never breaks. A beautiful thought.
CC: week 28 Hands
Looking close... on Friday! theme: Spools of Thread
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Civic Space Park, Phoenix, Arizona | $2.5 million sculpture designed by Massachusetts artist Janet Echelman.
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5 different colored threads on 1 wooden spool.
Macro Mondays: 5 Theme
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Happy New Year, my dear friends!
In New Zealand's Hopkins Valley, beneath a sky so vast it feels alive, the world unfolds in a way that words can barely contain. The river, a silver thread unraveling through the earth’s rugged folds, doesn’t just flow—it etches its story into the bones of the land. The mountains, crowned in snow and cloud, stand like old souls, unshaken by time yet touched by every fleeting moment.
And here, in the foreground, a solitary speargrass rises defiantly from the barren stones. It’s not an ordinary Christmas tree—it’s a quiet rebellion, a steadfast spark of life dressed in green and gold. It is our holiday sentinel, a wild and untamed tree that doesn’t need decoration to declare its spirit. Its jagged leaves reach outward, its spines catch the light, and in its presence, you feel both its struggle and its triumph.
This place isn’t just a landscape; it’s a reminder. A reminder that beauty can emerge from the harshest terrain, that every winding path tells a unique story, and that even in solitude, there is connection. As we step into the uncharted chapters of a new year, may we, too, carry this fierce resilience and quiet hope. May we carve our paths boldly, stand tall against the winds, and shine without seeking permission.
Here’s to a year not of clichés but of surprises. To moments that stop us in our tracks, to connections that strike like lightning, to growth we don’t yet understand. Happy New Year, my dear companions—let us journey into the unknown with wonder crackling in our hearts.