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This re-posting #3. Sorry that I couldn't show you new shots at the moment. Hope that I could leave hospital in 2 weeks and can make a few new photos for flickr. Thanks for all your comments and mails.

So this time I show you a photo I've made in Doel. Remembers me on a fantastic vacation.

 

My photos on FLUIDR

 

Lyrics

We´ll be ready when the curtain might fall

Feel my heart beating when the crowd calls

Gotta read between the lines

In the script of my life

We all got a part to play

I've done it but I've done it my way

Gotta read between the lines

In the script of my life

 

Photo

Another surreal shot from urbex tour at Doel.

Canon EOS 5D Mark II, Color Efex Pro

 

Music

Blue - Curtain Fall

www.youtube.com/watch?v=gdz3yalNkPM - Steve Roach

 

I must admit, had you asked me at 50, would I, at age 61, still have such passions and desires for this life as well as such doubts and questions, I would have said, “possible, but not probable.”

 

View On Black

 

“Would you, Bob, have a growing sense of the continuing newness of life? Would you have so many questions remaining, and be aware of what you’ve yet to learn, yet to know?”

 

Actually, based upon the adults around me as I grew up, I would have thought I’d have all the answers by this age.

 

I am so, so, so glad I don’t. Having questions that might never get answered - as frustrating as that can be - still feels to be more right than having all the answers to everything.

 

I am still able to get butterflies in my stomach, still able to be nervous and unsure, still capable of having doubts about my place in this world, to still get anxious and fumble-tongued in the presence of a woman I like, and I’ve continuing passions and desires galore. It feels good.

 

I thought that was the stuff of teenagers. Apparently it is not, or I must now count myself among the oldest and least mature of teenagers ever.

 

In January, 2010, a life long friend and mentor, committed suicide by shooting himself in the head, down by the River near where we fish. He was responsible for me bcoming, "Bob, The Fishin' Guy!". He left no note. He was 60, as was I. He was one of those “last people on earth you’d expect to…” kind of people. Yeah, it was distressing. I’ve not recovered my equilibrium.

 

I thought I knew what life, especially mine, was all about. I was wrong. I must admit that now, at this age, outside of my photo/art, and it seems my writing, I’ve lost a good deal of what I KNEW was my purpose in life. Imagine my surprise to find myself so adrift on a raft at sea, far from sight of any land, at 61. I thought that was the stuff of movies.

 

Well, movies have gotta’ be based on something, right?

 

I’m not suicidal. I’m not major depressed, either. I still don’t understand such thoughts as suicide.

 

But……..

 

I’ve more questions now, I’m more open to consider things, a bit more thinking of life’s changes and my changing with it, (to what…I dunno’), to think of the major and minor “who, what, where, when, why and how’s” of my next years, than I was at 50.

 

I was still feeling kinda’ invulnerable way back then; those short, eleven years ago.

 

This is all a bit scary for me (I’ve taken more tranquilizers and breathing classes in the last year than all previous years combined). And, yeah, it is also quite a bit exciting too. True, I don’t bounce back up when I fall down like I used to; but I still get up in a timely and lively fashion, dammit!

 

I didn’t really imagine, I’d have this much “life” left in me by now and a question: What am I to do with it?

 

Is this all about loves lost and about one’s dying? Does everything in us humans eventually come down to love and dying?

 

OK, so you few guys reading this are the only ones who know anything about this and me. Keep it under your hat for awhile; on the Q.T., the Downlow, OK? I’m still Capt. Kirk, Superman and Mr. Spock (the unflappable) to everyone around me. (Although I now need glasses and I know “traipsing about the Universe is a young man’s game,” my cape is a bit worn and color faded, and I tend to be a bit more flappable than I was in my youth – I try to keep these things undercover).

 

But, I still think that trying anything, everything, and whatever comes my way, is still a pretty good sounding way to approach life. I wonder if that is getting to be foolish?

 

If you have any thoughts, I’m all ears.

 

textures courtesy: Artbychrysti

Flypaper

and....

  

www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdpVT-spvkU&feature=youtu.be - Lonnie Liston Smith

 

(Looks kinda' good on black)

 

Yeah, it's Thanksgiving 2012. These holidays come up on us so quickly and then - it seems - last but a minute. And, at this age, I'm no longer concerned with buying and buying, shopping and shopping, acquiring and having - as I've pretty much everything I need to live comfortably. So, now it's the spirit of these seasonal days of observance I feel more than I did for all those years of measuring life by my "ooo-gotta'-have it..." collection of things acquired and possessed.

 

I am 62 - will be 63 come December 4. It is said, over and over again, as though repeating it will make it so, that age is just a number. No. No, I'm afraid that is not true. Age - days, weeks, years lived and accumulated - has its sweet and sour realities; not imagined, nor dismissed, but real.

 

63 is a number I could not have imagined nor understood at age 10, 20, 30 or even 49. It was....some distant solar system of existence, in a galaxy far, far and many light years away.

 

But, I am here. Wow! (Many are not.) I made it. Wow! (Many did not.) And as one of my heroes, James Brown exclaimed in that gravelly, primal, soulful yell of his that I can still imitate, "I FEEL GOOD!" (And I can still move my feet like James too.)

 

No, this "Pappa don't have a Brand New Bag," but I don't need one. The one I have is all broken in - it's comfy, and workin', and still lookin' pretty good. I ain't lookin' to trade it in, swap it out, or update it with cosmetically stitched-up coverings and bindings. It's the upholstery I came with, I'm thinking, and I guess I'll ride out with it too.

 

Bad days, bad moments, bad times? Like, duh, yeah, sure. But not that many all in all, and not that often. And, you've just gotta' accept that they come with the package called "being alive."

 

Yeah, I've managed to stay on my "Good Foot" - cross whatever you like, knock on whatever you like, say a prayer to whomever you worship. I've learned to graciously accept all blessings - in all of their guises - and refuse none.

 

I was asked: "Why do you not feature joyous thoughts with joyous (bright, colorful, high-key, lively) images? Why the darkness?"

 

I guess it is because I don't see the darker times of day, or night, as connected to emotional darkness. Those times of day are the other side of one coin (life) and any time of day can hold ghastly horror and/or incredible joy and succor. I see as much exquisite beauty in the coming of dark as I do in celebrating the coming of the dawn.

 

And, for that and all of the joys, wisdom, experiences, insights, understandings, knowledge, patience, appreciation, loves, friendships - and so much more - that comes with being alive and simply getting up in pretty-damned good health ("all-in-all," and "all-things-considered") in the morning....

 

I am so deeply, deeply, deeply thankful.

 

Period.

 

Can you dig that?

 

Yeah...I know some of you can. LOL

 

The beach and the tip of the nature area, South Shore Cultural Center, Chicago. No bird brushes here. They were there. :-)

 

Textures by Flypaper Textures - flypapertextures.com/ - Summer Painterly group,

"Balthamos Blue and Evening Veil"

It's late summer, and the sun is going down for the night. Sometimes, wind, clouds, humidity and dust, get mixed up in the atmosphere in just the right amounts, and we get treated to a long, languid, blood red and orange descent into the deep purple and midnight blue of night's darkness.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=eoYG-GENrc0 - Endless Summer, Chieli Minucci.

 

Most times I fish until it is too dark to see. But when I get teased with the possibility of a sunset such as this, I pack it in early on the fishing, go straight to the car, and start driving west. I can't catch up to a sunset - not without warp drive - but I can drive straight into it, trying to chase it down like a cheetah on a gazelle. Perhaps I can make one minute of fading light and changing color last for two minutes, maybe even three. What should take the sun and the curve of the earth 20 minutes to do, I hope to drag out to 40 by flat out hauling ass and driving straight into it.

 

Eventually though, sunset outruns me and a dark shroud cloaks the landscape. It is usually a good chase, but, as we've been told many times, "you gotta' know when to fold 'em." Take my foot off the gas, slow down, breathe. Looking at the odometer, I can see my westbound, sunset rundown put me an extra hour away from home. But time spent wanderin' on the road, camera and fishin' gear at hand, always beats gettin' home early. I'll get there when I get there. If not, well that's what credit cards and lonely, out-of-the-way, off-the-beaten-track motels are for. Such a gift it is, to have such feelings of freedom open to one. Not everyone does.

 

As you dig into the back-roads of Illinois, the land changes over from city to 'burbs to farm country. In summer, you can drive with the windows down, hot air blowin’ in, and mini-dust devils forming on the dash. Sometimes, I like to sing when I'm drivin' around like this. Loudly. It's cool as animals have neither hands to cover their ears nor thumbs to turn down on you. They can't roll their eyes at my fractured notes either, although a few have been known to hiss, growl and howl at my efforts.

 

There are big `ole bugs on these back roads - bigger than anything we have in the City. You catch them briefly in your headlights, just moments before they go “thunk - splat - and - spread” across the windshield. They'll do this on your forehead as well should you be silly enough stick it out the window while you're driving 60. Dogs and kids love to stick their heads out the windows of moving cars, mouths and noses open to inhale the wind. Secretly, so do many men (especially if we're driving alone or seriously soused). I've eaten more than a few bugs this way. I call them "throat-ticklers."

 

Come dusk the air gets thick with clouds of gnats, dragonflies and damselflies, mayflies and caddisflies, fireflies and ladybugs; apparently, houseflies have some company out here. Animals - big, untethered ones - wander about in darkening fields. It seems that our urban leash-laws haven't a place out here. (It's amazing that 400-pound beasts in the country are more amenable to human orders than city-bred 20-pound, yip-yapping, ankle-biting dogs back in town who desperately run amok when lucky enough to get out the damn house.)

 

It smells different out here, on these two lane, blacktop roads. It smells like earth (quite different than our city dirt) It smells like animals too...and like water...like heaven. "Aaaah," you think, "it's the smells of the City that are actually odd...foreign...not these." As you drive past the occasional home or through small towns, if people are out and about, they’ll watch you drive by - their gazes a mix of curious and suspicious - but if you wave, they’ll usually wave back.

 

Sometimes I hear the drone of aircraft. Up in the sky, I might catch sight of one of those little single-engine, bi-wing, crop dusters. Whether fishing or driving I always hope they are still working the skies as the sun goes down. I am captivated by them. With their engines droning and groaning, they writhe about the sky, twisting, turning, swooping, diving and climbing with what looks to be reckless, joyous abandon, I think to myself, "now THAT is flying. Although I have a fear of heights and don't like big commercial airplanes, in those little machines, I feel like what I imagine birds might feel (or Angels on-the-wing being giddy after a few sips of wine too many).

 

I was only 52 miles south and west of home, cruising through a patchwork quilt of mature corn, soybean and sugar beet farmland, just south and west of the Kankakee River State Park. Felt like I was farther away than that.

 

Sometimes I pretend I'm lost and can't find my way back home (its fun to play mind games like that with myself - and I feel no need to justify why I do it). But being lost means I gotta' stay in some small town, get a meal at a local diner, buy a malt at the ice cream parlor, and then catch a late-evening softball game under night lights swarming with bugs at the town's baseball field.

 

I can pick up the trail to home again in the morning.

 

Yeah, sometimes, you just gotta’ get out of the city, and find something else to look at; something else to smell; something else to hear; something else to feel.

 

Sometimes, that feels....pretty damn good.

 

I haven't been photographing sunsets for ages, here's one from yesterday evening. This was shot in a place you know too well - our little lake (once again). Not a good place for proper compositions but a nice place for colors.

 

I sometimes feel so bad for Finland not having any shipwrecks etc. on the shorelines. They would make a nice subject for dusk/dawn photography. Maybe I should wreck our rowing boat for that purpose.. Hah, what a joke. Tide would also be nice, but I gotta live without that one too.

 

If everything goes well, I will be heading seaside to shoot sunset tonight with a good friend. I'm excited already. Keep your fingers crossed.

 

June 21st, 2010

Espoo, Finland.

Inspired by "Need a little suNshine" by AugustaNa.. <3<3<3<3

 

"Hold on, watch your step

You gotta take a breath

No it ain't easy to fly

Get back, lose yourself

Got you and no one else

There ain't no reason to cry

Cause in my life and times

She is paradise, I know you and I

Gotta little bit of faith in the hard times, oh oh oh

Gotta little bit of shade in the moonlight, oh oh oh

Gotta little bit of right at the wrong time, oh oh oh

Got you and I'm feeling alright

Babe I just need a little sunshine

Lay back, feel the beat

You got a hold on me

It's never easy to change

Try hard not to move

Let me get my hands on you

Don't want you feeling this way

No one's gonna break us

No one's gonna bring us down... "

Willa Cather

 

Day 341

spent the day trying to finish the holiday decorating. I didn't feel the need to capture that. but the leaf, he needed to be captured. lol

I spent a large portion of my weekend attempting to get out and create some new images. When you’ve been in a photo drought it can seem like forever from the last time you had a good day of shooting. It almost feels, at times, like you’ll never get another good day ever again.

 

I was feeling that way BIG time.

 

Six days travelling to and in and from the southwest with barely a cloud to be seen.

 

Then coming home to miss a few doozie sunsets, and trying to make up for it with a trip to Crater Lake which failed HARD, then an attempt the following week two trips through Lassen NP neither of which was productive.

 

I was on a serious o-fer.

 

This past weekend I went out Saturday morning with my friend Adam to try and capture something memorable at Lassen NP. I had to return a radio to them…so it made the choice of where to shoot quite easy.

 

We left early and arrived at the Kings Creek meadow area with time enough to spare, so we could assess the situation and then make a decision whether we wanted to shoot the peak and meadow, or make the hike down to the cascades and falls area.

It became apparent quite early that the light and color was going to show up. We had bright spots of pink near the horizon a full 45 minutes before the sun rose, and clouds were in all the right places.

 

I was giddy.

 

The clouds and conditions looked favorable in the meadow, so rather than make a hike in the dark, we opted to stay in the meadow and shoot the creek and peak.

 

“I think this is going to be one of the best sunrises I’ve ever seen in this area!” I shouted at Adam as we were setting up our various compositions in the field.

 

I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I know better than to comment on a sunrise or sunset until it is over.

 

Within in minutes the pinks and purples faded and we were left with nothing but cold feet and a drab mountain. A plane even flew through the scene and left a fat contrail as the middle finger exclamation point to the morning.

 

Even though we had a brief moment of light to the east with which to shoot the meadow…It was still a bit disappointing, and the morning was chalked up as another day in the o-fer category.

 

I got home and all day the clouds continued to look promising.

 

They taunted me.

 

I made a decision in the evening to load up the older child and make another go at getting something decent at Lassen NP.

 

By the time we’d loaded up and set off the sky was looking less like something spectacular would happen, and more like I would end up with being shut out twice in the same day. There was only a small window of free sky near the horizon, that would need to hold out if there was going to be any chance of a sunset happening.

 

I like my kids, and generally enjoy them….but when they’re both in the car with me it takes about 3 minutes before I seriously wonder why I had any to begin with. Then I’m fortunate enough to take them out individually and I remember why I like them. We have good conversations, talk about life, goals, and dreams…the ride is fun, and something I put away in the good memory folder. To be opened after the first 3 minutes of a car ride with both kids together.

 

When we got to Lassen it was looking really sweet. The mountain was lit up with soft evening light. Blue sky and white streaky clouds were in all the right places. Manzanita Lake was a perfect mirror. Which is rare….it’s hard to get both clouds and reflection here.

 

Brenden and I made the short hike out to the area I like to shoot from. I put on the waders and set off into the lake while Brenden sat on the shore, played with sticks, and had conversations with the birds.

 

By conversations I mean he screamed bird noises at the top of his lungs. Hey it made a cool echo…I’d have done it too.

 

I think he chased off every other hiker in the area. I saw at least 2 sets of people get up from their peaceful picnic spots and walk away. Hey, sometimes you just gotta talk with birds.

 

The whole time I was in the lake I was just praying that the little patch of clear space was still along the horizon, and that I’d have even two minutes of good mountain glow and light.

 

Finally, it happened. I got a bit of a break with some nice conditions….

 

While this is not anything groundbreaking or off the charts cool…it’s so much better than what I’d dealt with the previous three weeks. The composition is something a bit new too from the stuff you normally see from this lake.

 

Enjoy, and here’s to better skies in the weeks to come.

 

Conditions are looking prime for Yosemite the weekend…and Stephen won’t be there to jinx it either. Two spots left.

www.apertureacademy.com

 

It is Christmas break for me too. I am home, no money after Christmas (who has?), lazing about, seriously starting to think and work towards getting my images into brick-and-mortar and online galleries in 2013 (gotta' start making this shit pay some of its own way - and I wish a new D800 Nikon :-)))).

 

I've been on Flickr less than usual and that is kinda' ok too. I admit to being a bit sluggish and uninspired towards the act of creating and working on images this winter season. I have brain-drain or a "flat-lined creative mind" after a year of heat, work and personal challenges, I think.

 

www.flickr.com/groups/flypapertextures/ - Flypaper Textures

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=szy9br7EfJw - Sarah Vaughn, "Key Largo"

 

So with little inspiration from within, I must seek from without.

 

I ran across one of Paul Grand's tutorials. It is from at least five years ago I think. www.flickr.com/photos/paulgrand/7415209220/in/photostream/ - Paul too, has been a long time texture and creative inspiration to me.

 

I shot a series of beach scenes one "trying-to-be rainy" day in early December 2012 (it has been warm and dry here, and thus no snow). It was still a nippy 35 degrees out, and my uncovered ears and clean bean felt every degree of it. These clouds looked wet, but as they descended they turned out to be quite foggy and misty, but they held no rain.

 

As I shot the scene I had vague thoughts of doing something texturely with them, but I had no concrete idea as to what that might be.

 

This image seemed to be good to use for one of his texture suggestion lessons. I didn't have his image as a visual guide, so I just the followed his printed text recipe. He lists the name of the texture, the blending mode and opacity adjustments. I laid these out and then tweaked afterward, adding burning, dodging, and a gradient layer. But the basic order, and overall flavor of the work is his inspiration.

 

All textures are from Flypaper Texture

 

Apple Blush - Overlay 66%

Caramel Soft - Hard Light 22%

Base Layer copy - Soft Light 15%

Raw Linen - Color Burn 19%

Icarus Haze - Soft Light 35%

Black-to-Clear gradient layer - Hard Light 20% (for the sky)

Base Layer copy - Soft Light 35%

Base Layer

 

The beach just behind the building where I work: the South Shore Cultural Center. And as with many such gifts that stare us right in the face in our lives, the people who work here barely use it. In a city of 2.8 or 2.9 million, there was - as there often is here - only me.

 

There are two, ringed, stone, fire pits just before the trees end (under the last clump trees on the left). You are sheltered under a canopy of branches and leaves - some what of a cathedral of green effect - but you have a 270 degree view of the Lake. I shall celebrate the Vernal Equinox, March 20, 2013 with an evening fire ceremony.

"...and therein was set as a crown the Gorgon, grim of aspect, glaring terribly, and about her were Terror and Rout." - Homer, the Iliad

 

A purpose-built urban anti-armor platform, the Gorgon is the latest in NATO's next-gen mecha design.

 

Directly based on FlyingDebris design, 'Rotary cannons for some'

___

 

Gonna take more photos tomorrow since this batch turned out grainier than I'd expected. I really gotta build a light tent.

Brave, brave the water's all around you,

I'll stay, I'll keep you from sinking down,

Love is on your side,

It's stronger than you'll ever know,

So many years of quiet,

Building up like a fire inside,

You're feeling like you gotta let it out now,

Just let it out,

Your heart's tangled up in silence,

It's time to let go,

Feel the light

Explore #191

 

Anthemis tinctoria 'E.C Buxton.'

 

For best results, please View On Black

 

This little beauty is a new addition to our plot after Lynne, brought her home from Beth Chatto's stunning gardens near Colchester, Essex, England, at the weekend. Lynne was thrilled when she met the renowned garden designer and author. They chatted for ten minutes about their common love of horticulture.

 

This clump-forming, free-flowering perennial features branching stems bearing masses of 2.5cm (1 inch) lemon-yellow daisy blooms which smother the compact plants all summer - it's like having permanent sunshine in your borders. So be careful where you place your feet. After all, you don't want to be walking on sunshine which is today's Mupic (Music and Picture combination)...

 

Please right click on the following blue link and select "Open Link in New Tab."

 

♪ ♫ Walking On Sunshne ♪ ♫ ~~ by Katrina & The Waves.

  

Oh! Ohhhh yeeeh

I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure

And I just cant wait till the day when you knock on my door

Now everytime I go for the mailbox , gotta hold myself down

Cos I just wait till you write me your coming around

 

I'm walking on sunshine , wooah

I'm walking on sunshine, woooah

I'm walking on sunshine, woooah

and don't it feel good!!

 

Hey , alright now

and dont it feel good!!

hey yeh

 

I used to think maybe you loved me, now I know that its true

and I don't want to spend all my life , just in waiting for you

now I don't want u back for the weekend

not back for a day , no no no

I said baby I just want you back and I want you to stay

 

woah yeh!

I'm walking on sunshine , wooah

I'm walking on sunshine, woooah

I'm walking on sunshine, woooah

and don't it feel good!!

 

Hey , alright now

and don't it feel good!!

hey yeh ,oh yeh

and don't it feel good!!

 

walking on sunshine

walking on sunshine

 

I feel the love,I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real

I feel the love, I feel the love, I feel the love that's really real

 

I'm on sunshine baby oh

I'm on sunshine baby oh

 

I'm walking on sunshine wooah

I'm walking on sunshine wooah

I'm walking on sunshine wooah

 

and don't it feel good!!

I'll say it again now

and don't it feel good!!

I'm feeling the way that I'm feeling myself

Fuck everyone else

Gotta remember that nobody is better than anyone else, here

(Do you need some time to think it over?)

Look what they do to you

Look what they do to me

Must be joking if you think that either one is free, here

 

Get up off your knees, girl

Stand face to face with your God

And find out what you are

(Hello, my name is human)

Hello, my name is human

And I came down from the stars

(Hello, my name is human)

 

I'm ready for love and I'm ready for war

But I'm ready for more

I know that nobody's ever been this fucking ready before, hey

(Do you need some time to think it over?)

So figure it out or don't figure it out

I figured it out

The bigger the river (the bigger the river)

The bigger the drought (the bigger the drought)

_________________________________________

 

My profile picture was from like, 2010 so I needed a new one, and I had also never tried to do a frontal face shot since bento I think, so I also wanted to try out some new things, and i think it came out okay, this is the original: i.gyazo.com/364e1c6fd05d684b074ca179ec717255.png

 

I forgot what else I was going to say

 

oh yeah, i'll make a proper picture to this song... soon (tm)

My first attempt with a 10 Stop ND. I've been sitting on this picture for awhile as I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's not particularly beautiful but has kind of a different look in the gloomy light.

0824

 

You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching,

love like you'll never be hurt,

sing like there's nobody listening,

and live like it's heaven on earth!

--William W. Purkey

  

Skagit Valley Tulip Festival

The Roozengaarde Display

Mt Vernon, Washington

041615

 

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I was going through my shots from Montana a few years back. I gotta admit I was hung up on HDRs back then and hence I shot a lot of bracketed images. But pretty soon, I gave up on big post processing and instead started playing around with my filters and exposures. So even though I loved this shot to bits, I never uploaded on here because I felt it was a bit anachronistic to my work. I think I had done an exposure fusion on this one as it does not look like an HDR but I quite frankly do not remember.

 

But that does not take away the sheer beauty of the Glacier National Park. Given a chance, if there is one place I would want to visit again, it would be this. The St. Mary lake with the Wild Goose Island (right in the middle) is a sight to behold. The water here is pretty cold and I am told is a haven for trouts. During winter, the lake can freeze and make a sheet of ice to walk on.

 

I also have a few waterfall shots that I am going to post in the coming days hopefully. I still remember this evening where there were so many mosquitoes and there was a lovely couple who offered me the repellent as I was struggling to get my shots. I did a lot of traveling alone back then. Something I am struggling to do these days. I am not sure why!

 

Thanks for viewing and have a great day everyone!

  

But

I still haven't seen anything

That amazes me quite like you do...

  

* Too bad... I'm getting so addicted to Pet Society these days T.T I know a newbie shouldn't get addicted but I just have no choice lol =)) My boss caught me playing pet society last week, that was really embracing hiahia ( but who cares :P ) Anw, I have been racing like crazy in the stadium every day, and clean my every single friends pet, but still not earn enough money to buy stuffs for myself. It makes me wonder all the time how can many guy buy all things in the luxury shop like that +__+ Lol gotta stop now before I'm getting deeper and deeper into that game XD

 

Oops, have a great new week my friends ^_^

 

On Explore Feb 22, 2009 #104

While the shot I posted yesterday may have been highly saturated due to the light, the filters and the saturation on the camera... this shot was taken with Auto White Balance and just a polarizer. However, this was still taken with the saturation turned up as far as it will go and still the saturation of what was seen is understated.

 

The light on the foreground boulders, while evident, is definitely not as pronounced. At some point I will do some post-processing on this and hopefully bring that out again and post it instead of just this jpeg. The light at this point was not as dramatic as the shot yesterday but was still amazing... and ya always gotta love that "alpenglow"

 

Finding an original composition at this spot can be trying at times and perhaps even more difficult when one enjoys using wide-angle lenses. I think I did manage to find an original composition though so feel vindicated;)

 

Anyone else find themselves trying to look "around" those boulders?

 

Large is best in my humble opinion.

for the Pretty Pink Tuesday Theme - Pretty Pinktopia

 

i feel like i'm a bad contact in the past days, promise i will catchup, i'm just overwhelmed with a lot of things lately and so busy...

 

i will see you guys later...gotta practice coz i have an exam tomorrow. xo~

 

EXPLORE # 40

 

feeling a bit off so i stacked a few stones.

with no set color to shoot today i feel a bit lost in what to shoot. coming off the color week high i guess.

good things: split an order of nachos for lunch with my mom. they were gooood. casey had the choc chip "pampakes." gotta love pampakes. :-)

today it is -20 celcius with the windchill its supposed to feel like -29c

translated into Fahrenheit that is -2 f but it feels like -20

Now I know that it gets colder elsewhere but for us this is cold and this is too cold !!

 

Have a wonderful Saturday !!

:~)

Ready To Fly Video

 

Larger View On Black

 

I've been here grounded far too long

I'm ready to see the open wide

Ready to sing a different song

I've seen my troubles 'long the way

I want to sail towards the sun

I want to turn another page

I'm on my way

 

I'm ready to fly,

I'm ready to soar

I'm ready to leave this world behind.

I'm ready to open up the door

I'm ready to fly,

I'm ready to spread my wings across the sky

I think it's time

I'm ready to go

I'm ready to fly.

 

You've told me I could rise above

Like an eagle on the wind

I can glide upon Your love

But I feel the pull of gravity

And it's a weight upon my shoulders

i can't stay here any longer

I've gotta be free

 

And it's been so long

Since i've seen the bright morning sun

Through the early morning horizon

And it's been so long

Since i've felt the air under my wings

And seen all of these things from above

 

North Carolina Zoo

  

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Cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold

 

Are we taking time or a time out?

I can't take the in between

Asking me for space here in my house

You know how to fuck with me

Acting like we're not together

After everything that we've been through

Sleeping up under the covers

How am I so far away from you?

 

Distant when we're kissing

Feel so different

Baby tell me how did you get so

 

Cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah

 

Woah yeah

Woah yeah

I don't understand why you're so cold

 

What you holdin' on, holdin' on for?

If you wanna leave just leave

Why you wanna bite your tongue for?

The silence is killing me

Acting like we're not together

If you don't want this, then what's the use?

Sleeping up under the covers

How am I so far away from you?

 

Distant (oh) when we're kissing (yeah)

Feel so different (yeah)

Baby tell me how did you get so

 

Cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah

 

Woah yeah

Woah yeah

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah (so cold it's colder)

Woah yeah (so cold it's colder)

Woah yeah (so cold it's colder)

I don't understand why you're so cold

 

Never thought that you were like this

I took the tag off and made you priceless

I just spent half a mill' on a chandelier

Now you tryna cut me off like a light switch, yeah

Trying to stay, and I leave

Saying that you need some time to breath

Thinking that I'm sleeping on the four letter word

But the four letter word don't sleep

We goin' two separate ways

You ain't been acting the same

You gotta go, but the way your ass used to be you gold dig every day

I split the four door to the two door 'cause I can't let my driver hear what you say

Girl I tried to give you space

 

Baby tell me how did you get so cold enough to chill my bones

It feels like I don't know you anymore

I don't understand why you're so cold to me

With every breath you breathe

I see there's something going on

I don't understand why you're so cold

 

woah yeah

(So cold it's colder) woah yeah

So cold it's colder

I don't understand why you're so cold, yeah

(So cold it's colder) woah yeah

(So cold it's colder) woah yeah

So cold it's colder

I don't understand why you're so cold

 

"Cold" ~ Maroon 5

www.youtube.com/watch?v=XatXy6ZhKZw

 

Taken in Second Life at my private residence

  

Thank you all so much. I came home about 5:30 on Monday evening not feeling too spiffy. Had to go to the doctor again yesterday to have something done and still wasn't too spiffy, but, I gotta say, that pain medicine he gave did make it much, much better!! I am still not up to par so may be on and off flickr. Again, thank you all so much.

 

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It's the magic that’s in your touch; it makes everything mean so much...

The poetry in you eyes is enough in itself to take me to a high...

Whooo... (Take me to a high)

You Gotta Cheer Me Up... Oh you...

 

Explored!

Highest position: 11 on Saturday, August 2, 2008

I think its time for a few random images this week from the processed file, or in this case, over processed. I gotta say, if I ever saw a sky look like this, I think I would be running for shelter!

 

This is one of those images that you have to ask yourself.....is it photography, is it art, or is it just a piece of garbage. Either way, it was a great place to be that evening....and this is what I felt.

 

Have a great week!

 

View On Black

 

This challenge fell to Karen: www.flickr.com/photos/47537995@N03/

 

It was her call: “everyday object(s) – no restrictions on the processing, just gotta’ be recognizable.” So, hint, hint, this is either an apple or a postcard.

 

Karen's entry: www.flickr.com/photos/47537995@N03/6325968399/in/contacts/

ZedZap's entry (Nick): www.flickr.com/photos/zedzap/6326070295/

Nick's Image #2 - www.flickr.com/photos/zedzap/6326252525/

 

youtu.be/RrJFrBtRdKo - Thievery Corporation

 

The apple was at work on my desk. I don’t know why it was there, how it got there, how long it had been there, or who gave it to me. Probably my co-workers. They eat healthy at my office (I do to for my 50-years of "Micky-Ds" upbringng, but not quite by todays youthful standards). Lots of 30-something, Green-Earthers who think they are going to live forever if they eat natural, organic foods.

 

Actually, One; it will just feel like forever; or Two; imagine their surprise when they find out they are still gonna’ die, and that refined sugar and saturated beef fat (like Prime Rib) actually promote long and healthy lives.

 

Apples are good for photographing, putting in pies with lots of sugar, cinnamon and flakey crust, or for throwing at each other in little, green apple fights. (They make an amazing “thonk” sound when they careen off your friend’s high-and-tight, crew-cut head. It’s even better if the apple comes apart at the seams as it does.) And, yeah, you bet - we always went for head shots, especially when it was against the rules. :-)

 

THONK! Splat! Boiiiing! “Owwwww. Shit. No blood. I’m ok.”

 

Dad: "What happened to you?"

Me: "I got hit in the head with an apple."

Dad: "An apple? What the hell...(pause...slight smile) How's the apple?"

Me: (puzzled pause) It didn't make it."

 

He asked the same question when (at age 10) I ran, inexplicably and head first, into the garage door. The door survived, "it made it," but the little, forehead-shaped dent in the wood is still there.

 

At the end of these fruit fights, we usually smelled all “tomatoey, grape-ish, cherry-ish or appley,” (whatever we were throwing) like some really cheap, mail-order cologne from a fourth world country.

 

Mom: "I smell apples. Is somebody baking? I'm not baking anything. Why do I smell apples?" (pause...sharply) Bobby!

 

Me: Huh!? Wha...?!

 

Mom: "Don't you, `Huh, Wha' me!, Robert!"

 

(Oh, hush now! Nobody was ever mortally wounded when ten-year-olds engaged in apple fights. No hospitalizations; just a little apple-sized lump or two, or maybe a bit of a shiner, sometimes.)

 

And Postcards. Who sends postcards? Why are we – of a certain age – so enamored with postcards? My grandkids look at them the same way they look at my vinyl LPs; like “what's the point, Gram’pa?” and go back to texting and downloading MP3s & 4s at the speed of light.

 

The last time I got a postcard it was from the IRS telling me I was getting audited. They knew – by my date of birth (1949) - I’d read an effing postcard with eagerness, joy and no damn suspicion (effing bastards) thinking it was from…hell if I know; nobody sends postcards anymore.

 

Except for today.

 

Tech Notes: Simple does it

 

1. One Kitchen table.

2. One, 75-Watt desk lamp with a black paper snoot (stuck on with scotch tape),

3. One, small AA flashlight for back light. (both around 3200 degrees Kelvin light temperature, or "Incandescent Bulb," on the camera's WB settings)

4. One, 11x14 inch piece of crepe paper for the seamless background the apple sat on.

5. One spray bottle with water in it.

6. Water drops and apple courtesy the good, green earth. :-)

 

New Texture (for me at least) by Skeletalmess: shadowhousecreations.blogspot.com/

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=oh2LWWORoiM

 

I eat my dinner in my bathtub

Then I go to sex clubs

Watching freaky people gettin' it on

It doesn't make me nervous

If anything I'm restless

Yeah, I've been around and I've seen it all

 

I get home, I got the munchies

Binge on all my Twinkies

Throw up in the tub

Then I go to sleep

And I drank up all my money

Dazed and kinda lonely

 

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

 

Pick up daddies at the playground

How I spend my day time

Loosen up the frown,

Make them feel alive

Oh, make it fast and greasy

I'm numb and way too easy

 

You're gone and I gotta stay

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

High all the time

To keep you off my mind

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Spend my days locked in a haze

Trying to forget you babe

I fall back down

Gotta stay high all my life

To forget I'm missing you

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

 

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun ain't got no end

Ooh

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

Ooh

 

Staying in my play pretend

Where the fun ain't got no end

Ooh

Can't go home alone again

Need someone to numb the pain

 

“I am never bored. Being bored is an insult to oneself.” ~ attributed to many, but I don’t know to whom for sure. ~ View On Black

 

But I agree wholeheartedly with the sentiment. I make mine own fun. Always have. Made my parents a wee bit nervous to hear all of that laughter coming from behind my closed bedroom door – and they knew I was alone. 

 

Snoop Dogg – “Vapors” ~ www.youtube.com/watch?v=7f3XuKiPzbM

Yeah; Snoop - a guilty pleasure if ever I had one. Sure glad I ain’t young, ‘cause I’d sho’ ‘nuff be susceptible (and this is what I listened to this "strange choice" as I processed this image).

 

But, it’s a belief that has helped me to never feel bored. Or lonely. Or to ever feel as if there is nothing to photograph. There is ALWAYS something to photograph. It ain’t gotta’ be great, or earth-shaking – but, damn, how can one open one’s eyes in the morning, noon or night and not find something to see?

 

Walked out the house one morning. Sun was laying on these quite-dead, last year’s plants. Saw it; stopped; pulled out the camera; took about 10-12 shots. I anticipated it was going to give me a reason to play some more with Distressed Jewell’s textures (1st set). Even though I shot it, i was anticipating it was going to need help, and though it isn’t a world class image, it actually turned out better than I expected when I first saw it.

 

(Aahh, yes, the old lack of Faith. I must be very careful of such thoughts: self-fulfilling prophecy. Low expectations usually bring forth half-hearted effort with mediocre results. If it is worth shooting it is worth your best efforts. Or, at least one should always think that unless you've examined your feelings carefully and know why you think so poorly of your subject. And if you've a poor opinion of the subject, either CHANGE your op, or DON'T shoot it! I got lucky here...in spite of myself, I exceeded my "less-than-lofty" expectations).

 

Yes, there is always something to see, always something shoot, always something to appreciate, always a moment to give oneself over to; always a reason to play and find some joy.

 

Many of us really don't have to strain to find some joy; just open up the door, and let it in. Don’t act like you don’t see it too, ‘cause I sure as heck see it in your works. 

 

Textures by the incomparable Distressed Jewell: www.wix.com/DistressedJewell/Distressed-Textures

Prepare to be inundated with posts about The Skin Fair because there is so much to pack into such a short space of time! I can’t even begin to tell you the excitement when I saw the new Catwa head. I gotta admit I love my friends looks with the previous releases but I could never get them to feel like I could be comfortable with them and then came Lona! It’s a new release Catwa Bento mesh head at The Skin Fair which opens on the 10th March and I am completely feeling at home with it.

 

Read more and get all the info on the look, location and pose at The Glamour Sauce

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BIGGER VIEW

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To... YOU ♡

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Untouchable like a distant diamond sky

I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why

I'm caught up in you, I'm caught up in you

 

Untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

And when you're close, I feel like coming undone

 

In the middle of the night when I'm in this dream

It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together

iCome on, come on, little taste of heaven

 

It's half full and I won't wait here all day

I know you're saying that you'd be here anyway

But you're untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

Now that you're close, I feel like coming undone

 

In the middle of the night when I'm in this dream

It's like a million little stars spelling out your name

You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together

Come on, come on, oh

 

In the middle of the night waking from this dream

I wanna feel you by my side, standing next to me

You gotta come on, come on, say that we'll be together ♡ ♪♫♪

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Ô ησм ∂є ℓα яσѕє ~♡

such a huge forces in our lives, and so many ways to think and feel about it ...

my relationship to it always seem to be changing.

 

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Our Daily Challenge: dwarfed

 

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the geek behind the curtain: all shots and layers in this photo art assemblage were taken and developed by myself.

"Flowers, more fleeting, more ethereal, and more delicate than the plants out of which they emerged, would become like messengers from another realm, like a bridge between the world of physical forms and the formless."

 

Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth.

 

(this book has been brought to my attention twice in the past week so i am going to read it.)

 

and forgive me, i succumbed to the "naturey crap" movement. i know my first effort sucks somewhat, but gotta start somewhere!!

 

View On Black Larger

 

"....Bring me all your love!!

'Cause you can save my world...

your light is what it feeds the Sun,

and warms the dawn...

You ́re always on my mind

 

I feel the rain on me

the whispers on the wind...

I only need to think that I'm your kind.

I gotta break the wall,

to reach the skies above,

and fall into your arms to live and die..."

 

TUNE: www.youtube.com/watch?v=bNDv7kjF8VY

 

Blogpost: To keep me safe and need you by my side

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Feel so close and yet so far,

Feel so deep and yet shallow...

Feels like right in front of me, and yet

Couldn't see anything

 

This soul is dancing on the fire of emptiness,

when there is a sound "gotta go",

trying to have a word but no chance,

the clock seems stop clicking for a moment,

and heart stops pumping...

would love to cry but no tears,

would love to scream but no voice,

just a weakening breath,

hours had gone, passed the mountains, hills and oceans

and the only thing left just "a weakening breath"

 

Larose

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Oh, I've been so many places

I've seen some things

I know, love is the answer

Keeps holding this world together

Ain't nothing better

Ain't nothing better

And all the answers to our prayers

Hell , it's the same everywheres, baby

Nothing ever breaks up the heart

Only tears give you away...

   

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have fun with that title, pervies.... :P

 

this picture made me crazy. I tried to edit out the shadows on the background....what a pain in the tookus. I'll probably see it tomorrow and delete it.

 

Today, I tripped and fell super hard while carrying the peanut. My hand was behind his back, but his head hit the floor....and it scared the bejeebus out of me. I called my mom in tears; she told me to call his doctor. They had me come in where they gave little peanut the all-clear. I, on the other hand, chipped a bone in my elbow and messed my back all up. I'm feeling like I'm about 350 years old tonight....bleh. I'm just glad he's ok, though. I don't mind taking a beating for him.

 

Tomorrow will be better. It's just gotta' be.

 

Nom nom BAM--week 18/52

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Hair- Truth-Tori ( July Group gift)

Dress- [Canimal] Le-Fay Red

  

"Baby baby

When we first met I never felt something so strong

You were like my lover and my best friend

All wrapped in one with a ribbon on it

 

And all of a sudden you went and left

I didn't know how to follow

It's like a shock that spun me around

And now my heart's dead

 

I feel so empty and hollow

And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you

You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you?

It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back

 

And you're the one to blame

And now I feel like... oh!

You're the reason why I'm thinking

I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more

 

I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking

Should've never let you enter my door

Next time you wanna go on and leave

 

I should just let you go on and do it

'Cause now I'm using like I bleed

It's like I checked into rehab

And baby, you're my disease

 

It's like I checked into rehab

And baby, you're my disease

I gotta check into rehab

'Cause baby you're my disease

 

I gotta check into rehab

'Cause baby you're my disease

Damn, ain't it crazy when you're loveswept

You'd do anything for the one you love

 

'Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there

It's like you were my favorite drug

The only problem is that you was using me

In a different way than I was using you

 

But now that I know it's not meant to be

I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you

And I'll never give myself to another the way I gave it to you

You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me, do you?

 

It's gonna take a miracle to bring me back

And you're the one to blame

'Cause now I feel like... oh!

You're the reason why I'm thinking

 

I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more

I guess that's what I get for wishful thinking

Should've never let you enter my door

 

Next time you wanna go on and leave

I should just let you go on and do it

'Cause now I'm using like I bleed

It's like I checked into rehab

 

And baby, you're my disease

It's like I checked into rehab

And baby, you're my disease

I gotta check into rehab"

 

So I got a little overly inspired today and that also means terribly side-tracked but sometimes when the feeling hits ya, you gotta run with it. This is the beginning of a little story I'll be sharing in the next few days.... Really minor editing on this, just played around with some artsy filters in PS wanting to give this a bit of a children's storybook illustration feel. Hope you enjoy! <3

Sometimes

It feels like

Everything

Is passin' me by

Every now and then

It feels like

My ship has gone and sailed away

But I

I gonna be strong

Gotta hold on

It won't be too long

 

*By Frank Ocean*

I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure

And I just cant wait till the day when you knock on my door

Now everytime I go for the mailbox , gotta hold myself down

Cos I just wait till you write me your coming around

 

I'm walking on sunshine

I'm walking on sunshine,

and don't it feel good!!

 

Hey , alright now

and dont it feel good!!

 

If you want candy on your arm

If you wanna pretty lucky charm

If you wanna trophy on your shelf

You better find somebody else

 

If you want a girl that don't speak her mind

All smiles, all yes, all of the time

I ain't made for these four walls

Let 'em fall

 

I don't want no fences around me

Nobody boxing me in

Can't saddle me up

'Cause I'm the kind of

Girl that needs the wind

Ridin' with the fire in my eyes

Flyin' straight through the open wide

 

'Cause baby I'm a wild horse, wild horse

Don't try to tame me, baby

I'm a wild horse, wild horse

Ain't gonna break me

 

If you wanna love me, understand

You gotta be down with the way I am

All my flaws and all my quirks

All my glitter, all my dirt

 

I gotta think about feeling free

This restless heart it just won't breathe

And these four walls, they're too small

So let 'em fall

 

Baby, I'm a wild horse

You can't tame a wild horse

You can't change a wild horse

Nothing like a wild horse

-RaeLynn

 

Aug 6, 2009 #255Added

 

be,tots sabeu l'estil musical que m'agrada (jeje),i em segueix agradan el punk-rock-ska faltaria mes !!!! tot i que de tant en tant surt algun tema musical que m'enganxa i en aquest cas es the black eyed peas - i gotta feeling ,un gran tema d'un grup que m'encanta (si susanna la cantant tambe m'agrada !!!! jejejeje)i que despren alegria i ganes de posar-se a ballar !!!! =-)

I know just what your mama said

Always misunderstood

Gotta tell you something

I saw it in your eyes

I think I left your back seat

And now its always good

I fell asleep from day

And all the promises

Theres a lot of people

That let their will to say

Ive got a lot of friends

And theyve got beautiful eyes

That make my heart feel surprised

And you notice it

And thats the truth

Thats the truth

Have me to you

I shine along underneath your view

Ill be the one

To let you know when youve come undone

I like the stars in the sky

And watch the moonlight go by

Ive got a lot of friends

 

Chemical Brothers+Mazzy Star

Rough as shit in some points but I haven't built anything in 4 months.

 

Commissioned in the blahblahblah firearms contest in the mid 1920s, the Patriot was designed to fulfill the US military's vision for a semi-automatic infantry rifle. Blahblah...

 

long story short, this here rifle didn't win because the pussy generals said it was too complicated and expensive, although it exceeded the Springfield M1 in almost all categories. Key to the weapon's design was its recoil counterbalance system, which would serve as the precursor to the Kalashnikov recoil balance found in the AK 107 (idk blahblah someone correct me. Snipes this is your time to shine). Really though, the designers at Sweetwater threw everything they had into this weapon and bankrupted the fuck out of themselves, and when they found out it didn't win they turned to whiskey. The Sweetwater name was forever lost, although did become popular for both boats and hand soaps. It wasn't until sometime in the early 21st century that the company revived itself as a Flickr PMG fictional weapon's company. True story.

  

Credit to Shark for that sweet font

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2009.10.08 - mindless on black

 

~ Mark Twains quote

 

sorry for this sentiments:

I'm missing a lot in life coz work is taking much of my time and I'm not really happy about it. I've been pondering if i still want to continue this type of job. I use to feel fulfilled every time I finish a project, but now I'm just doing stuff coz I have too. At my age, I know it's not advisable to shift careers but I think I need to try..... so could I just be a photographer then?!!! haha.... i have so much in mind that i want to do...

 

~ about me ~

Doing SP is the least thing I will do in photography. I enjoy more sharing photos of what I see than seeing myself in the frame.... but i have to admit, doing SP is really challenging...=P

 

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