Left you a couple of comments and faves. I like the pier shot at dusk. I also like the moody b&w toola-le-lu-li-lo said:
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The artist in thee
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Thought I'd add some more photography to 'the collective'!
And a couple of 20+ shot panoramas of my local area
Full size here (360 degree image!) http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3590101157_962efdac9c_o.jpg
Full size here http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3600912954_3cf5b7c013_o.jpg
And a couple of 20+ shot panoramas of my local area
Full size here (360 degree image!) http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3590101157_962efdac9c_o.jpg
Full size here http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3600912954_3cf5b7c013_o.jpg
Here's a bit of light reading...
I stand in the shower, letting the slightly scalding water wash over me. The beating of the water against my back plays a mellow melody inside my head.
I hear a rumbling, crumbling coming from all around me. I gently pull my hair up over my head so I can get a better view. Cracks are forming everywhere. The walls are turning into great cloads of dust and floating gently towards the ground. The roof is exploding upwards and outwards in futball size chunks, traveling farther than my mind's eye can see.
As the house settles onto the ground around me, I find myself standing naked in the middle of a forest. A steady rainfall is cooly washing over me. I hear the sounds of macaws and other such birdlings all around, but can't see any of them due to the thickness of the canapy and the foilage. A giant snake dangling from a tree reaches his head out towards me, his tongue playing with the air between us. I start to step towards her, but a shiver overcomes my spine as the thought of a giant tarantula coming out to greet me enters my mind. Fortunately, no such fear presents itself.
I hear a movement from the shadows above me. I glance up to see the outline of some kind of monkey glaring down upon me. Quickly he throws something in my direction and then he disappears deeper into the void away from me. I try and find what it was he threw, looked like a twig, but to no avail.
I open my eyes and ponder the coldness of the water washing over me. I gently raise up my foot and kick-push the faucet off. I stare at the glass door beside me for a second and then slide it open. A bathroom decorated for Christmas reaches into the shower to greet me. "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!" Ba Humbug.
I hear a rumbling, crumbling coming from all around me. I gently pull my hair up over my head so I can get a better view. Cracks are forming everywhere. The walls are turning into great cloads of dust and floating gently towards the ground. The roof is exploding upwards and outwards in futball size chunks, traveling farther than my mind's eye can see.
As the house settles onto the ground around me, I find myself standing naked in the middle of a forest. A steady rainfall is cooly washing over me. I hear the sounds of macaws and other such birdlings all around, but can't see any of them due to the thickness of the canapy and the foilage. A giant snake dangling from a tree reaches his head out towards me, his tongue playing with the air between us. I start to step towards her, but a shiver overcomes my spine as the thought of a giant tarantula coming out to greet me enters my mind. Fortunately, no such fear presents itself.
I hear a movement from the shadows above me. I glance up to see the outline of some kind of monkey glaring down upon me. Quickly he throws something in my direction and then he disappears deeper into the void away from me. I try and find what it was he threw, looked like a twig, but to no avail.
I open my eyes and ponder the coldness of the water washing over me. I gently raise up my foot and kick-push the faucet off. I stare at the glass door beside me for a second and then slide it open. A bathroom decorated for Christmas reaches into the shower to greet me. "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!" Ba Humbug.
She was close to me. So very close. None had ever gotten so close. I had never allowed it. Her body is next to mine, within mine, the hairs on hers tickling, tangling, meshing with mine. Her hand is massaging my chest, playing, twisting, combing the mesh, the patch of hair there. Feels wonderful. Feels so very relaxing. So very peaceful. I can think of no other place I'd rather be. There is no such a place. I am home. I love her.
A tinge of pain, a shock to the system. My vision of Eden crumbling. I glance down, a flash of red drawing my attention. Blood. Her fingernails are digging in. The pain so unreal. I try to scream out, but my voice is gone. If I ever even had it. I watch as her fingers disappear beneath, into my skin. The river flowing down my body is growing thicker, deeper, darker. I fight off the feigntness, not wanting to succumb to this death. I feel her hand squeeze between my rib cage, and gently, hah, gently I say, push my ribs aside, making her passage wider. The pain is all but gone, though I know it's still there. My mind can't comprehend what it's feeling, what my body is going through. And what my mind can't comprehend frightens me even more. I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise. My eyes desiring to roll to the back of my head. Yet I fight this feeling. I want to, I must see my demise.
I feel as if I'm watching a movie, or in the least, watching this all transpire to someone else. I notice her hand grip around something, I know what, but I don't wish to know. With a sharp jerk, her hand slowly starts to emerge from the crevice in my chest. Red, everything is red. All I see is red. Her hand, her fingers, her nails, the still beating organ grasped within. Red.
I stand dumbfounded as my heart is dropped to the ground. I hear a laugh, sinister, evil, a laugh of glee, of torture. She laughs as she turns around and slowly walks away, leaving me alone. So very alone. My body starts to crumble of it's own accord, numbness finally over-taking it. I feel cold, like the world around me is giving up, losing all hope, forgetting me. I want to pray, but nothing comes to mind, so I just lay there, drowning in a pool of my own. Just lying there, staring at the heart. My heart. At least once.
I feel a presence. Another person. She is upon me in an instance, holding me, brushing the long tangled, matted hairs from my face. She reaches down with a kiss, I feel alive. She sits there cradling me, as we listen to my heart continue to beat on. She points at it and smiles. I smile back. So much pain. So much comfort. Happiness. I feel as if my heart continues to beat, if only for her. I love her.
Her smile, her precious smile of hope, of peace, gone. As sudden as she had come, her smile vanishes, leaving just a frown. No use. No point. No love. She lays me back into my puddle of madness, making sure I'm facing the heart. The still beating heart. My heart, laying in it's own ever-expanding sea of blood. If it was still inside me, I know it would surely stop of it's own accord after all this. But it's not, so all I can do is lay there. Lay there and watch. Lay there and dream of peace. Or of death.
And as if saying to me, telling me not to give up, never give up hope, the heavens above me part and a light shines down upon me. I feel warmth from the ray, tranquility. Love. I watch as a shadow emerges from the clouds and plummets down upon me, gracefully, lovingly. I feel her arms wrap around me, her voice telling me truths, both comforting me, delivering me. She quickly, lovingly, without hesitation reaches for the bloody organ in front of me. She clasps it within her loving hands, holding it as if it was some great treasure. Her treasure. Pulling it near to me chest, she drops it back into the emptiness of my soul. Back to where it belongs. And with a kiss, my chest starts to close, starts to heal over, starts to find peace at last. She loves me. And I love her. My angel sent from above. I am hers just as my heart now belongs to her. Her servant, as she is my goddess. I am hers.
I love her.
A tinge of pain, a shock to the system. My vision of Eden crumbling. I glance down, a flash of red drawing my attention. Blood. Her fingernails are digging in. The pain so unreal. I try to scream out, but my voice is gone. If I ever even had it. I watch as her fingers disappear beneath, into my skin. The river flowing down my body is growing thicker, deeper, darker. I fight off the feigntness, not wanting to succumb to this death. I feel her hand squeeze between my rib cage, and gently, hah, gently I say, push my ribs aside, making her passage wider. The pain is all but gone, though I know it's still there. My mind can't comprehend what it's feeling, what my body is going through. And what my mind can't comprehend frightens me even more. I feel the hair on the back of my neck rise. My eyes desiring to roll to the back of my head. Yet I fight this feeling. I want to, I must see my demise.
I feel as if I'm watching a movie, or in the least, watching this all transpire to someone else. I notice her hand grip around something, I know what, but I don't wish to know. With a sharp jerk, her hand slowly starts to emerge from the crevice in my chest. Red, everything is red. All I see is red. Her hand, her fingers, her nails, the still beating organ grasped within. Red.
I stand dumbfounded as my heart is dropped to the ground. I hear a laugh, sinister, evil, a laugh of glee, of torture. She laughs as she turns around and slowly walks away, leaving me alone. So very alone. My body starts to crumble of it's own accord, numbness finally over-taking it. I feel cold, like the world around me is giving up, losing all hope, forgetting me. I want to pray, but nothing comes to mind, so I just lay there, drowning in a pool of my own. Just lying there, staring at the heart. My heart. At least once.
I feel a presence. Another person. She is upon me in an instance, holding me, brushing the long tangled, matted hairs from my face. She reaches down with a kiss, I feel alive. She sits there cradling me, as we listen to my heart continue to beat on. She points at it and smiles. I smile back. So much pain. So much comfort. Happiness. I feel as if my heart continues to beat, if only for her. I love her.
Her smile, her precious smile of hope, of peace, gone. As sudden as she had come, her smile vanishes, leaving just a frown. No use. No point. No love. She lays me back into my puddle of madness, making sure I'm facing the heart. The still beating heart. My heart, laying in it's own ever-expanding sea of blood. If it was still inside me, I know it would surely stop of it's own accord after all this. But it's not, so all I can do is lay there. Lay there and watch. Lay there and dream of peace. Or of death.
And as if saying to me, telling me not to give up, never give up hope, the heavens above me part and a light shines down upon me. I feel warmth from the ray, tranquility. Love. I watch as a shadow emerges from the clouds and plummets down upon me, gracefully, lovingly. I feel her arms wrap around me, her voice telling me truths, both comforting me, delivering me. She quickly, lovingly, without hesitation reaches for the bloody organ in front of me. She clasps it within her loving hands, holding it as if it was some great treasure. Her treasure. Pulling it near to me chest, she drops it back into the emptiness of my soul. Back to where it belongs. And with a kiss, my chest starts to close, starts to heal over, starts to find peace at last. She loves me. And I love her. My angel sent from above. I am hers just as my heart now belongs to her. Her servant, as she is my goddess. I am hers.
I love her.
I'm in my truck, driving on towards the rest of my life. The woods around me are dark, but the highway is clear and bright. Such an easy drive on such a beautiful day.
As I'm traveling down the road, I see movement off to the side. My first instinct is to ignore it and go on, but curiousity got the better of me so I slowed to see what had caught my eye. It was some sort of apparition, slowly floating, bobbling around, arms stretched out towards me as if beckoning me to come to her. But I'm on my road to life, and not really wanting to be deterred so I continue on past.
Not even a mile down the highway I catch a glimpse of some motion in my rear view. I don't make it out, but I soon find what it is. The ghost is beside me, moving to block my path. Not wanting to possibly hurt her anymore than she might already be hurt, I slow to the side of the road and stop. She is upon me in a heartbeat. She's a lot more beautiful than I first thought, with hair shimmering down below her nape. But what seems the most beautiful is how open she seems to me, as if there was no need to fear, no need to distrust, no need not to love her. She's motioning for me to follow her, and despite the warnings in my head, I can't help but follow.
We're gliding through the dark, damp forest, all types of mischief all around us, but it seems as long as I'm with this God-sent spirit, nothing could ever harm me. I'm not even paying attention to our surroundings, just following awestruck to the angel in front of me. We travel for God knows how long... hours... days... months... seems like years, when finally we seem to reach her destination. It's a small clearing, moon bright above our heads. Small rounded rocks scatter the ground, clouds pass through the sky, stars twinkling brightly through them. A small tree offers comfort in the center, hiding a soft patch of dark green grass below it. So comforting. The woods with all thier evil couldn't possibly reach us. Us, this lovely being and myself. This is perfection, the dreams that have always eluded me until now. I can't help but smile.
But then, in the blink of an eye, the apparition disappears. The stars aren't so bright. The clouds seem to thicken blocking the moon. The woods reach inward towards me. The rocks become jagged litttle thorns. Rain begins to pour. Thunder deafens the ears. A single lightning bolt reaches down from the heavens and sets the tree of comfort to flames. Sparks and burning ash explode all around me sending shocks of pain through my body. And then it is gone, the tree I had found so warming before was nothing but a withered, scalded root in the ground. The woods are upon me.
Tired, hungry, alone. Brought to what seemed like paradise, but then left for dead. I now find myself roaming through the woods, lost and confused. Looking for the path back to my highway, but absolutely missing my Eden.
As I'm traveling down the road, I see movement off to the side. My first instinct is to ignore it and go on, but curiousity got the better of me so I slowed to see what had caught my eye. It was some sort of apparition, slowly floating, bobbling around, arms stretched out towards me as if beckoning me to come to her. But I'm on my road to life, and not really wanting to be deterred so I continue on past.
Not even a mile down the highway I catch a glimpse of some motion in my rear view. I don't make it out, but I soon find what it is. The ghost is beside me, moving to block my path. Not wanting to possibly hurt her anymore than she might already be hurt, I slow to the side of the road and stop. She is upon me in a heartbeat. She's a lot more beautiful than I first thought, with hair shimmering down below her nape. But what seems the most beautiful is how open she seems to me, as if there was no need to fear, no need to distrust, no need not to love her. She's motioning for me to follow her, and despite the warnings in my head, I can't help but follow.
We're gliding through the dark, damp forest, all types of mischief all around us, but it seems as long as I'm with this God-sent spirit, nothing could ever harm me. I'm not even paying attention to our surroundings, just following awestruck to the angel in front of me. We travel for God knows how long... hours... days... months... seems like years, when finally we seem to reach her destination. It's a small clearing, moon bright above our heads. Small rounded rocks scatter the ground, clouds pass through the sky, stars twinkling brightly through them. A small tree offers comfort in the center, hiding a soft patch of dark green grass below it. So comforting. The woods with all thier evil couldn't possibly reach us. Us, this lovely being and myself. This is perfection, the dreams that have always eluded me until now. I can't help but smile.
But then, in the blink of an eye, the apparition disappears. The stars aren't so bright. The clouds seem to thicken blocking the moon. The woods reach inward towards me. The rocks become jagged litttle thorns. Rain begins to pour. Thunder deafens the ears. A single lightning bolt reaches down from the heavens and sets the tree of comfort to flames. Sparks and burning ash explode all around me sending shocks of pain through my body. And then it is gone, the tree I had found so warming before was nothing but a withered, scalded root in the ground. The woods are upon me.
Tired, hungry, alone. Brought to what seemed like paradise, but then left for dead. I now find myself roaming through the woods, lost and confused. Looking for the path back to my highway, but absolutely missing my Eden.
I got really bored last night and my friends have been considering buying a puppy...
mix those together you get...
And yes, I draw that green box for all of my signatures, I even have a green pen for it...
mix those together you get...
And yes, I draw that green box for all of my signatures, I even have a green pen for it...
Your heart, or mine?
When a heart is locked away,
hidden in the coldest of chambers,
it does not just wither and die.
It continues to grow, grow cold.
Becomes entombed in an icy shell.
And when the beauty of the owner,
a beauty that cannot be hidden,
pushed aside like the chilled heart,
beauty seen and loved by all.
To stand before it is to awe.
To know it, one cannot help but fall.
So the observers begin to chip,
chip away at the icy prison,
trying desperately to claim,
to grab ahold of thier desire,
to free the heart, thier reward.
But the work is all in vain,
for the heart has grown so cold
that it immediately freezes,
freezes back to thier undoing.
No amount of hard work
will touch this bleeding heart.
But something else has arrived,
something full of true love,
pure love, in an endless supply.
And it embraces the heart,
hugs it with all it's ecstasy.
Cool water floods the world,
steam burns all it meets,
a light blinds everything,
A sound has filled the air.
A beating, thumping, racing,
a heart free to know love again.
When a heart is locked away,
hidden in the coldest of chambers,
it does not just wither and die.
It continues to grow, grow cold.
Becomes entombed in an icy shell.
And when the beauty of the owner,
a beauty that cannot be hidden,
pushed aside like the chilled heart,
beauty seen and loved by all.
To stand before it is to awe.
To know it, one cannot help but fall.
So the observers begin to chip,
chip away at the icy prison,
trying desperately to claim,
to grab ahold of thier desire,
to free the heart, thier reward.
But the work is all in vain,
for the heart has grown so cold
that it immediately freezes,
freezes back to thier undoing.
No amount of hard work
will touch this bleeding heart.
But something else has arrived,
something full of true love,
pure love, in an endless supply.
And it embraces the heart,
hugs it with all it's ecstasy.
Cool water floods the world,
steam burns all it meets,
a light blinds everything,
A sound has filled the air.
A beating, thumping, racing,
a heart free to know love again.
I'm working on getting some music I've written up here, but unfortunately the composing software I'm using doesn't do normal file formats so it may take a while to sort something out...
Thankee thankee! I commented back.Private Custard said:Left you a couple of comments and faves. I like the pier shot at dusk. I also like the moody b&w too
My god, these are wonderful.Private Custard said:
I love what you do with lights. ^^
Also, the panoramas are most impressive!
Looks neat. Did you take some inspiration from the Cyborg Ninja from MGS?Rynamo AV said:Yo! Guess I should kick it off by posting some of my dA stuff. Here.
You altered those lights, didn't you? They look cool, albeit fakey. That lake panorama is awesome, did you use Photoshop to stitch it?Private Custard said:Thought I'd add some more photography to 'the collective'!
And a couple of 20+ shot panoramas of my local area
Full size here (360 degree image!) http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3642/3590101157_962efdac9c_o.jpg
Full size here http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3599/3600912954_3cf5b7c013_o.jpg
I'm pleased to hear it.scotth266 said:This thread is unique in that it doesn't stay on the front page a lot, but still recieves plenty of attention from the community.Firia said:
So no, it isn't dead, everyone's just busy making more stuff to post in it
I posted yesterday, and today noted that no one has posted more art. I have a history of thread killings, so I thought maybe I had struck again. 
No faking there. I used a Cokin Star 8 filter, mounted to a 67mm adapter ring. It takes the light and spreads it out across etched lines on the glass.DAMG said:
You can get a similar effect by closing your aperture right down, then you get as many points on your stars as there are blades on your lenses aperture.
EDIT: Yep, all panoramas are stitched in photoshop. I shoot panos with a 30mm prime as it reduces barrel distortion and makes joining the images easier.
Hmm, guess I was wrong, no insult meant. It's just that the shine on all those rays look identical to one another, even the split; the etching explains that. Just curious, what are using for a camera?Private Custard said:No faking there. I used a Cokin Star 8 filter, mounted to a 67mm adapter ring. It takes the light and spreads it out across etched lines on the glass.DAMG said:
You can get a similar effect by closing your aperture right down, then you get as many points on your stars as there are blades on your lenses aperture.
EDIT: Yep, all panoramas are stitched in photoshop. I shoot panos with a 30mm prime as it reduces barrel distortion and makes joining the images easier.