Tag Archives: by poetic means

_IMG7669_dt   &  The storm has gone(?)

  // Technical notes // Integral edit in darktable 2.6.0rc1. No crop, no zone editing, or brushing. Edit was done around the brand new filmic module and sprinkled with a bit of everything shinny. Exported both a 32b tif and … Continue reading

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to the beginning(s)

  My hand refuses to write the water crust is too green and drinking light they’d never believe us, that and some orangeish magentas olive greens and tired blues, a hug till loose sight such a homogenous palette but where … Continue reading

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Sem deixar rasto // 70 Biulis (Un Brute Jour series)

  4 • Out • 2018   Sem deixar rasto compaixão — sem deixar rasto generosidade de aceitar o (meu) quarto-mar a realidade em frente de plástico e largar tudo o resto (que) sem deixar rasto polui as nossas mentes … Continue reading

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Un Brute Jour {diary} /// Sydney’s cousin is back

    25 – Jul -2018 Al regresar de la playa Tara y yo fuimos a arrancar las papitas de la tierra. Catorce fueron y las nena se las enseñó a todo el mundo. La continuidad desenfadada. Tara ha “aprendido” … Continue reading

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  A.) I am I am I am a firefighter without a plan without a fire without a hosse without a shiny truck I am constant on my way to you I am always on my way to you to … Continue reading

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Vítor Simões farewell ( 36 pics & 1 poem)

  Click any image to enter gallery, there are captions       •   •   •   Delicate to be strong there’s a wave with a slow \                                                                       \ strawberry on top Light’s golden darker sea everything’s … Continue reading

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A couple surrendering poopoozas

  Hoy me trae el viento algo no anda bién veo las cosas más claras pero no a la gente Abierto del alma a los piés se me sale todo, queda sólo esta cáscara triste hediendo a soledad; y es … Continue reading

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