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Like Lightning
My camera hung heavy around my neck. I followed C around the landscape of her family's farmland nestled in a remote French village, 30 minutes by electric bike from the city of Lille. It was March, tipping into April. The spring air was crisp and what little dusting of snow there had been was already melted. Up until then, C and I spent every weekend at grungy basement parties or black tie events. Sometimes there would be a dinner of her parents to attend to, or a family function, or a family friend's family function. Sometimes there were dancing and etiquette classes on the weekends in order to attend all those black tie events and functions. The social life of the French elite was always moving.
By sleepy drafts12 months ago in Photography
Con Man
GalaxyCon Raleigh 2022 I will never forget the day I took this picture. It was truly a return to form. So imagine this: in the year 2020 Covid strikes and the world is now living under the mandates of a pandemic. We all remember how that went right? Social distancing and very limited contact in public places to lower the risk of exposure to the coronavirus.
By Joe Patterson12 months ago in Photography
Did You Know the Universe Dispenses Extra-Special Yummies?
A predictable state of being is a coat that constricts over time, often remaining camouflaged beneath conscious awareness until it becomes suffocating. Then, you do eccentric things and people think you mad when you’re just an allegorical kitten with a bad case of the ‘zoomies.’ – The Dani Writer made up this quote 'heck-minutes' ago.
By The Dani Writer12 months ago in Photography
Anima. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
I want to witness the anima. No, that isn't right. I want to dip my hands into the ether running through the neurons of every creature's sparking thoughts and swim through their consciousness until I understand the vices of their being. I want to rip it free and chew on it until I've tasted every last molecule. It's an obsession. The yearning is so deep it terrifies me. It still isn't right. I want to hold hands with her soul.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Photography
Why Dubai is the Powerhouse for Top Production Companies
Dubai is a place where dreams come to life, and that’s exactly what the best production companies in Dubai are all about! Whether you’re in need of high-quality videos, stunning commercials, or a full-blown film production, Dubai has become the hub for creativity, talent, and cutting-edge technology.
By Jonathan Swift12 months ago in Photography
My Winter Wonderland. Top Story - January 2025.
I love snow. I've come to learn that it's not a popular opinion among adults in my part of the world. And I do understand why. It causes a lot of problems: slick roads, downed power lines, roof damages. It also slows everything down. But I think I rather appreciate that part. I also think it's beautiful. I'm of the mindset that if it's going to be freezing outside it might as well look pretty.
By D.K. Shepard12 months ago in Photography
Birds of a Feather
The picture is simple. It's the black silhouette of a small grey and white cockatiel in front of a sunset, his crest halfway up because he's finally realized that I've been standing behind him, intruding on his private viewing of the sunset.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Photography
Jackie. Runner-Up in Through the Lens Challenge.
The cottage we rented stood proud and pale atop thick wooden pilings just past the dunes of the beachhead which were feathered in salt grass and stirred by the winds of the Atlantic Ocean just beyond. Fenwick Island, New Jersey. The waves in their quiet thunder sounded in a rhythmic pulse like a time keeper of the world as our dog Anya bounded exuberant into the foaming surf yet having no concept of such a thing for she had never seen an ocean. This vast nameless thing of power, delight and beauty. And in much the same way I encountered my own unseen ocean. Something I had never beheld as well - I found myself in love with an older woman – She was 14 and I was 10. Her name was Jackie. It was 1977.
By Kevin Rolly12 months ago in Photography
A Shadow
Young enough to cause trouble and old enough to be trusted unsupervised, I broke off from the pack of students I was supposed to be with, feigning having to use the bathroom. A quick hop and a skip, and I was off. I didn't like that we had to digest art according to rules on a paper and I didn't like that I was here to fill out twenty questions about dates and locations, not the art itself.
By Silver Daux12 months ago in Photography
Soul Companion; Shaman Ayes
Congratulations, Einstein, yes, I am a cat! Beyond the obvious observation, can you hold my gaze while I tell you about myself? No, I cannot talk, per se, however, my mum of a different breed channels my innermost thoughts. Marilyn is not my owner; I am not a pet. A cat shall never be owned. Instead, she is my soul companion, my human counterpart, my protege, dare I say, who holds all my knowledge.
By Marilyn Glover12 months ago in Photography
