-- "All the stars in the north are dead now, All the morals of wasted human debris, Torn to pieces-handcrafted delirium, One war remains - WAR of everything"
totul depinde de cum iti pica lumina.. la poza asta eu am editat doar contrastul culoarea si sharpul in rest asa mi`a iesit in aparat. am avut noroc ca soarele era de dupa-amiaza si era undeva ascuns printre nori si nu era foarte puternica, mai eram si eu pe acolo care facea umbra asa ca reflexile au fost putine.. daca te uit vezi ca genele se reflecta.. aa si mai purta si ea lentile.. cred ca m`a ajutat putin chestia asta
-- I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do – that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse. (Diane Arbus)
All that we see or seem .. is but a dream within a dream.
Great craft!
Like looking into the eye of the Universe.
With warm regard,
Terry
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Learning is not mandatory ... neither is survival.
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♀+♀=♥
♀+♂=♥
♂+♂=♥
Love is Love!
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"All the stars in the north are dead now,
All the morals of wasted human debris,
Torn to pieces-handcrafted delirium,
One war remains - WAR of everything"
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lillylew
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It feels like.. everything just disappears. No past, no future: just the moment.
Blog [link]
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"There's no such thing as perfect."
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¿ɥnɥ'ʎuunɟ¡¡ʇxǝʇ spɹɐʍʞɔɐq puɐ uʍop ǝpısdn uɐ sı sıɥʇ
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I always thought of photography as a naughty thing to do – that was one of my favorite things about it, and when I first did it, I felt very perverse. (Diane Arbus)
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¿ɥnɥ'ʎuunɟ¡¡ʇxǝʇ spɹɐʍʞɔɐq puɐ uʍop ǝpısdn uɐ sı sıɥʇ