Shot with a Canon t2i using a 50mm, f1.4 lensUnfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than […]
Read MoreUnfocused sun trapped in protective grids, flares notwithstanding; disregarding. Fears blast through convex stumbling, dropped words and failings inevitable. Illuminated in the order of things is a pinch of imperfection, the delight of entropy and an embrace held too long. Passionate clutches carry bodies higher than these trapped heavens, but blood inevitably slows, heat leaving […]
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Read MoreRed petals extend into night, air illuminated by industry. Steady hands failing to inherit the beauty of such nature honestly, though so tiny in comparison to the solid reach into cloud mist, angled precision slight with human success. Appreciated beauty at the answer of each inquiry, petals spread, flora inviting. Sinking reflection awards little, robbing […]
Read MoreRelease inhibitionsand flowwith inebriated thoughtthrough tough passages. Freed from the spiral of locks and closed doorseach blank page thrust ahead,any suggested ingredient traps inkbetween two fingers,opening doorsjoining disparate worldsand allowing voices an echo into resonanceline after line,composition from entropy. It’s the order of failing chaos framing each success,regardless of the place, time or catalyst,its dream […]
Read Morequads-for-the-gods: bellecs: winningthebattleloosingthewar: On the morning of September 4, 1957, fifteen-year-old Dorothy Counts set out on a harrowing path toward Harding High, where-as the first African American to attend the all-white school – she was greeted by a jeering swarm of boys who spat, threw trash, and yelled epithets at her as she entered the […]
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