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Posts tagged “monochromatic

Xanadu

Today: Downtown Jeffersonville; Meyer-Optik Gorlitz Orester 135/2.8 film

Meyer-Optik Gorlitz Primolpan 58/1.9 film


Day by Day

I move away from the madness

Storm the fort

Day by day

Taking red

Then yellow

Green and Blue

Until the great black sea

Has been swallowed up

By the rainbow

Deam Lake: 3.17.22. iPhone SE. Vintage.


Picnic

Deam Lake. 3.17.22. Idyllic paradise…


Eggs

iPhone SE. 3.12.22.


Tintype: Self

iPhone SE. 3.10.22.


Vintage: Boots

My beloved combats. Shot this morning. (PP = TT/Formula: Salvage) 3.7.22.


Vintage: Self

Don’t give away your secrets…


Feline

Shoopy Doop in natural window lighting: iPhone SE- TT vintage. 3.4.22.

Dirty Job

… but somebody’s gotta do it…

iPhone SE; Vintage. 3.3.22.


Time Capsule: Tintype

Taken yesterday, by Silver Creek with one of my favourite people in the world- my son, Brian, (who’s even more private than I am). The apple doesn’t fall far they say…


Dirty Water

Dishwater. I’m probably obsessed. iPhone SE. Fluorescent kitchen light reflected in bubbles. 2.23.22.


Galaxies

IPhone SE ; Bubbles. Gas station street art. 2.15.22. Photowalk with Josh.


Black and White

Still a monochromejunkie…

Shoopy Doop: Black and White (ish). iPhone SE. 2.21.22.


Little Worlds

Raindrops on glass reflecting AC grate. Taken yesterday… (SOOTC + exp. crctn.) iPhoneSE. PP in LR (mobile). 2.17.22.

Birth

Gas station street art: oil and water. Iphone SE. 2.10.22.

The Birth

Eyes squeezed
Liquid
Pours into the mouth
No matter how tight it may be

Murky depths and water
Flood the slitted eyes
Death in its black and hollow cave
Extends a hand, quickly
Slapped back by the light
Which is growing yellow
Fat and bright

Wraps itself around the scene
Like a cobra
Shedding its last skin

The breath which was muted
Comes fast and loud and rough
Eyes burst open
Liquid spills and rolls down little hills

A final sigh as breath is held
Smiles are passed around like Cuban cigars
In the other room

More liquid
Filling and spilling from eyes
The baby cries

-B. Lindsey (original)
9/7/13


Film Grain Photowalk

Rockin’ the IPHONE SE for now still. No filters; processed in LR. 2.6.22.


Other Worlds

2.6.22. IPHONESE.

Dirty street near the gas station. Taken today. More to come. x


Black History MONTH?

How about just…Black History? Like, all year round like White people get. Yeah, that’d be cool.


Somebody Heard my Prayers

And sent the rain. 😁


Queen of X’s

Iphone SE – 2.1.22.

So I just learned from a professional that if there are X’s in one’s palm print (AKA: Timeline), it’s indicative of success, wealth and greatness. Um, I have about 50 of them. Keep in mind I don’t associate money with wealth in any way, whatsoever. The same can be said for success and “greatness” (and I use that term very loosely). I prefer happiness to greatness. But for me, money pays my rent and bills; that’s about it. It’s definitely not my drive, direction, focus or happiness. We create our own happiness (or sorrow) by the choices we make in life- every day. My happiness comes free and easily.

One can have all of the material possessions he so desires- lacking nothing! But still be sorrowful in his soul. The flip side is true too: one can have not a home or a pair of shoes on her feet, and the world is hers for the taking. (Gender plays no role; I simply wanted to be fair in the whole she/he thing.)

I’m not hating my palm print. 😁

It’s definitely decorative, and I don’t quite understand all of its implications, but I dig it.