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Dark rider

Thu, 20 Nov 2008 02:02:39 PST

Now that's a ride! I was doing architecture shots when I saw this. Took me quite some time to find an angle I liked for the photo; it seemed like no picture could match the real thing. It's one of those things that can cause an obsession.

I edited lighting and colors to obtain the right atmosphere for this.

Hope you enjoy it as much as i did!

Meteor Shower

Sun, 12 Feb 2012 06:58:07 PST

Startin to think I over process my photos too much, maybe I need to take better shots so I don't have to edit them so much... :/

Recommended song - Meteor Shower [link] by Owl City cause I think I was listening to it when I took this shot a while back.

Enjoy

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© James McKenzie

In the heat of Emotion

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 07:17:45 PDT

I could fill hot air balloons
with the heat of this emotion.
Orange balloons, blue balloons,
rainbow striped balloons
soaring over green hills
and your small white house.
Look up, Im waving down at you.
Heres a rope ladder.
Climb up, sit next to me
in this wicker basket
and well chase the sun
even as it dips under the earth.

Even if it escapes us,
even if it grows dark,
well float along under
every rich star in the sky,
but if you want to reach them,
youll have to kiss me.
Burn a little hotter, hotter,
and promise the atmosphere
well come back down soon
(a promise we dont have to keep)
and fill our arms with as many
stars as we can hold.

Bite into one like a fruit:
juice like light on your tongue
but I taste that every time
my lips meet yours.

~ Gabriel Gadfly

Going Up ~ [link]

A sky so big

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 16:43:19 PDT

This plane was giving rides over the race track all day yestarday and today, It was hard to believe how big and loud it was. That's why I liked the photo, it makes it look so small.

(sorry not original comments) I wrote story on this labtop, so i have to copy and paste this portion with the regalr computer that is atttatced to the printer

Villainy wears many masks

Quincy begged her brother to get off her back. Ben was drunk again. He held her down- forcing her face into the carpet, almost smothering her with his weight. Quincy screamed at him, her arms were flailing trying to grab hold of anything that would stop him, but it was like calling into a dark, empty room.
Ben had poisoned her with his lectures about how she was just a mistake, and before her, his life had been a dream. She hadnt been able to escape this Hell she had been born into. Why did he have to go this far? Why now? Why had the boy she had loved as a child turned into the man she now feared?
Quincys voice was a void, barely audible above the sound of the stereo blasting Marilyn Masons Gothic tones. Her ribs dug into the concrete directly below the thin carpet and she stopped moving as Ben straddled her body and unsheathed the knife he carried with him at all times. Quincy dug her fingers into Bens legs to make him stop, she was preparing herself for what was to come, it happened every time he got this drunk.

Ben! Ben! Stop, Please! Her voice was shrill. The pleading didnt seem to phase him. He tore off the shirt that was used to camouflage her various scars, and he held the tip against her pale, soft skin. He laughed wickedly as he read the words aloud. Taros streaked her face as Quincy did everything in her power to break away.
Faggot, Loser, Retard, Slut, Outcast, Unloved, oh and I just love this last one: whore She pleaded with him as he began to carve something else into her unhealed back. She couldnt bare the pain anymore and her mind went blank as her fists pounded the floor for the last time.

Quincy awoke to her brothers fingers roaming through her long dark hair and turning her limp body over. Touching her stomach with the knife he wiped the bloody tool on her pale skin and laughed. She waited till she heard the stereo blast some more satanic lullabies and her brothers snoring to move.
Quincy bit her lip as she scrapped herself off the floor and stumbled to her room. She looked over her shoulder at her brother, beer in hand, asleep on the couch. Her shirt was a peppermint colored heap on the floor beside him. She closed her bedroom door and sobbed into her pillow.
Her face was red and her hair was a mess as Quincy walked into her bathroom and looked into her own brown eyes. Why was she letting him do this? She turned to look at what this word read, it was a name: It was his name: Benjamin Warner, right across the shoulder blades. Quincy reached into the basket on the bathroom counter and pulled out her specially designed tool to clean her cuts. Without, what seemed, a third arm she wouldnt be able to cover this one with a bandage.
Quincy held the tool and her eyes overlooked all the appliances in the oval shaped wicker basket. A pair of scissors used to custom cut bandages seemed to wink up at her. Immediately she turned to look at her wounds and then back at the basket. It just isnt worth it anymore she thought as she picked up the scissors and dragged it across her thin wrists. Quincy watched the crimson liquid spill onto the floor and make a deadly pattern on the white tile, it almost looked like a candy cane. For once the pain means something she thought as she dropped to her knees in the bloody embellishments and closed her eyes. Her thoughts mingled with the pulsing rhythm she felt on her wrist and she cried. A blinding light hit her and the sound of laughter kissed her fair well.

Beeping monitors and drip tubes hung around her, in shock Quincy looked around only to identify the place as a hospital room. Still medicated she tried to sit up, only to be heeded by a low voice telling her to stay put. Her mind raced, why was she here? Why was this handsome man standing at the foot of her bed? Where was Ben?
Uneasy her voice was slightly slurred as she questioned the man eyeing her every move.
Why am I here? Her voice sounded hollow in her stuffy ears.
The man sighed and placed the chart he had been reading on the bed and looked at her.

Some one brought you into the emergency about an hour ago, I just assume it was your brother Quincy found humor in the last words and inhaled quickly before she offered an explanation.
My brother doesnt give a shit about me, why would he care if I died? her words affected the man little and he contiued with disregard.
Is your brothers name Benjamin? he asked unaffected by the tears streaming down her high cheek bones.
Yes was all she could offer to the man shaking his head in disdain.
The handsome man walked over to Quincy and placed a hand on her thin shoulder gingerly.
I saw the scars on your back: Do you want help? Quincy was shocked by how sincere the man seemed. She actually felt her self want to say yes, but she couldnt: Ben was all she had.
She let her head rest on the pillow and she looked at the dank white ceiling and let the tears run into her ears.
How could you help me? she spat at him as she touched her bandaged wrist.

Once Quincy had been brave enough to stand up for herself, she was once like a soldier in the war against her brothers wrath. Now she laid in a hospital bed, broken and battered and unloved. Only hours ago she had almost shook hands with death. Ben had always told her that she wasnt worth the time she had been told this on numerous occasions. Quincy knew that when she was released from the hospital her brother would ridicule her about how stupid this was and next time, he would just let her die. The more she thought about it less she cared about him and all the Hell he put her through.

Theres homes and people that would take care of you in this condition, The man said as Quincy interjected.
A Home? A HOME? Would a home erase the memory of getting things carved into your skin? Would it actually solve my problems? I have to look at these scars covering my body every day of my life, a home isnt going to erase that, her voice quivered A home isnt going to make things better.
Im sorry, I just thought-
No you didnt. Quincys answer was bitter and short.
Just so you get off your high horse: I dont live a perfect life like Im assuming you think, I dont care about your problem. Im just doing my job The handsome man walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, Leaving a vacancy in the atmosphere that made Quincy feel guilty.
Her eyelids grew heavy and she drifted off into sleep.

The man that had been standing at the end of the bed walked by quincys room and glanced in, only to be caught gazing at the sleeping teeneager. He looked at her intentilly, at her fingers delicately curled beneath her chin, at the bandage around her wrist, crisp white and clean, and at her face smooth and flawless. She really is beautiful he thought as he walked down the hallway and concocted a way to reconcile for his arrogance.

A monitor began beeping loudly and it awoke Quincy from a sleep well deserved. She looked at the clock on the wall, and observed that she had been asleep for a few hours. Her eyes adjusting to the light slowly realized the man was standing at the foot of her bed yet again. This time he held a box in one hand and extended his other to her own resting at her side.
I feel that before, I wasnt being considerate to your . . . situation? Is that the right word? But I just wanted to say that Im sorry, his hand touched Quincys delicate fingers and she blushed.
Im sorry, can you forgive me? Quincy sank lower into the bed and smiled softly at the man apologizing.
No, because I am the one that should be apologizing, Ive just been through a lot lately, and as you can see, almost wasnt here at all Quincy said softly and looked in the mans provocative blue eyes.
Well, well make an agreement, how about that? the handsome man said.
Im your nurse, Lucas Starcher, you can call me Luke, oh and please I cant handle any more man nurse jokes, Luke laughed and watched Quincy, showing her beautiful white teeth for the first time. He felt his heart jump.
If you need anything, and I mean anything, just tap that buzzer right there, he pointed to the remote connected to a wire beside her head and Ill come a running he smiled and placed his other hand under the box he held and presented it to her. Quincys eyes grew wide as he placed it in front of her. What was this? She thought as she peeled back the paper and looked inside.
Its a book of poems about Beauty. I saw the scars on your back, and they say how ugly you are. Just know they dont reflect anything about you.
Im sorry, Luke, I dont even know you. Why did you?.... How did you?... Why?..... her voice grew weak as she read a note slipped into the first page.
Are you asking me out for a date? Is that it? , He intercepted her confused words.
No . . . I gave you my number because I know exactly what your going through. My parents died when I was about 11, I was left with my aunt. She hated me, she would beat me if I didnt clean my room good enough or something stupid like that. So I sat down one day, in the kitchen, and looked in her eyes and told her, flat out, that I didnt want to do all that anymore. So she looked at me for a minute and put a knife in my hand and saidthen dont. I couldnt fall into the pit she had already dug right behind my heals: So I went to my room, at that time I lived on the second floor, and I screamed at the top of my lungs that I hated her and then I jumped,
I dont understand, but youre here now?
Like you, I tried, I did every thing in my own power to end the Hell I was living, and then for some unknown reason God spared my life. I walked away with a broken arm, some bruises, and some stitches on my chest. After that I left.
How? Quincy finally looked into his eyes full on and realized how sincere, and understanding, this man was.
How doesnt matter, just know that once your out, your out... and no one can stop you from living your life. The number is if you ever need anyone to talk too. I didnt have anyone to help me, and I just feel that if I would have had help, things would have been different: I would have been a doctor instead of a nurse.
Why?
When I jumped from the window, I fractured a bone in my thumb, and because of that I cant hold certain objects. he sighed and it looked to Quincy that a bad memory entered his thoughts Well . . . Sleep tight
Wait she called to him when he made his way toward the door.
When can I get out?
Tomorrow morning, but you do understand that this wont just be the end of all of this?, They require therapy for all suicide attempt-es. He closed the door and waved at her through the window beside her bed. She felt like an animal at the zoo, everyone that walked past looked in on her: all of them in the same way: with disdain, all of them thinking Nothing could be that bad. Quincy rolled over on her side and starred at the book in her hands and thought Things were that bad.
She blew through the pages stopping on one that was by her favorite poet, Emily Dickinson, it was called Estranged from Beautynone can be A tear ran from her eye as she waited for morning, as well as her dismissal, to come.

Quincy walked down the street, as she did she began to feel like her old self again: sad and lonely. She dreaded going home, she was of age to leave but her brother held her down mentally, he made her feel ignorant, a retard that no one loved, as he called it. She didnt see her true beauty, a stranger identified it before herself, and it made her feel stupid . . . again. Walking down the street she rounded the corner onto a silent sidewalk and broke into a dead run. As a child running had always allowed her to free herself. It had never failed to make her better again, but she realized she was just quickening a visit with what seemed like the Lucifer himself.
Quincy stood looking up at her apartment window, the lights were off, Maybe he was gone she thought. Her hopes were dashed as she walked into the unlocked apartment. It was like he hadnt even moved: he was asleep on the couch, beer in hand. Even the bloody shirt still sat beside the couch. Only one thing was different, one of his cronies laid crossed legged on the floor, asleep. Quincy looked around the apartment. Why the Hell am I even here anymore? She thought as she walked to her room. Shocked she couldnt open the door, it was like it was locked from the inside out. A voice startled her and she whirled around.
After that stunt you pulled on me, your not staying here anymore. Your things are in the bins down stairs. Once you leave this apartment, dont plan on stepping a foot in it ever again Quincy felt anger rising. Throw me out? Her inner voice was screaming. So much tension arose in a few moments that her head was about to bust it was throbbing so much.
Throw me out!?! He forced her into a corner and held her against the wall. His face was a few inches away from her own when he spoke a second time.
I want you out now! his voice boomed and a piercing pain arose on her face as he drew back his hand. Everything pilled up when he really hit the sore spot, in her mind everything tumbled down.
Without a second blink she stood straighter and grabbed his hand.
Dont ever touch me again she said as she dug her heal into his foot and sprinted out of the apartment.
Get back in here Was all Quincy heard as she round the corner and ran down the stairwell.
No was all she whispered as she looked up at th apartment from the sidewalk.
Quincy was finally free!

Quincy laughed loudly into the phone exclaiming to Luke
It was great, you should have seen the look on his face Luke laughed heavily along with her and congratulated her, only to be followed shortly by a vacancy of words filling the other end of the line.
You still there? he cleared his throat and answered Quincys worried tone.
Yeah, I was just thinking about some things.
Would you like me to go? Quincy offered softly.
No, actually I want you here right now, with me. I guess I was just worried you werent going to use the number. Please what ever you do dont go Quincy smiled to herself and she held the phone close to her ear with both hands.
Um...I dont know how to ask this...but would you like to meet me sometime? Quincy blushed silently and answered.
Uh...yeah I think so
Soon? Quincy made eye contact with a waiter cleaning a table in the coffee shop that she stood.
I would like that, yes
Tonight? Quincy felt her heart jump into her throat and coughed hurriedly.
Um...yeah
Im sorry, I was to forward, dont say yes unless you really want to go with me
Quincy looked down at frothy design swirling in the coffee cup sitting on top of the phone book in front of her.
I really mean it.

Lucas cleared his throat as he adjusted his shirt collar: Quincy couldnt keep her eyes off of his every move. He was flawless, his black shaggy hair was perfect, his clothes were impeccable, and the smile he wore made her stomach tumble with butterflies. Quincy looked down at her plain jeans and blushed, she looked awful compared to the man directly to her left.
Lucas held the car door open for Quincy as she stepped out. He extended his hand to help her up onto the curb and kindly greeted her with another soft smile. As Quincy steadied herself, still grasping his hand, Lucas commanded her to close her eyes and keep them that way. Wearily doing what he had asked Quincy willing closed her eyes.
Soon the both of them were seated at a booth in a local restaurant called Abrahams Kitchen, by far one of the fanciest places that she had eaten at ever since her parents died.
So...I was wondering, since we both come from around the same origin, would you like to talk things over? I mean, if you dont want to, I completely understand, but sometimes talking things over, aloud, lets you hear what the real problem is. Lucas placed a hand on Quincys and looked deep into her eyes. So deep she almost felt them on the back of her neck.
Quincy crossed her legs and propped her elbows up on the table, fidgeting with a fork she politely replied.
Lucas, today I stood up to my brother who has been doing things to me since I was about 13 or 14 years old, because of you Im officially out. He cant place another hand on me ever again, she smiled at him and I would like to thank you for that She held his gaze and her cheeks turned the color of a pastel piece of pink charcoal.
Quincy, would you like to dance?Quincys blushing cheeks grew a dark rose color and she looked at him innocently.
I said, would you like to dance? Without even waiting for a reply Luke put his hand on top of hers and pulled her to her feet. Quincy dreamily let him take the lead and they waltzed straight into the center of the large, dark, dance floor.
The music wafted around them, Luke couldnt seem to keep his fingers from lacing in Quincys long dark hair and pressing her thin frame lightly against his own. Quincy felt as if she never wanted that moment to end, for the first time in a long time she felt pretty.

Quincy looked up into Lukes dark blue eyes and blushed. Without even noticing the sacred seconds had slipped away they had been swaying to no music at all. As Quincy listened with all ears to Lukes soft conversation she thought about how much emotion had filled the last few days. Ranging from the zeniths to the nadirs of the last two days she thought it over: A sickening episode of intoxicated torture from her brother Ben, to the very moment: dancing with a handsome man that thought she was beautiful.

Lukes low soothing voice roused her from her thoughts and she smiled.
Lucas Starcher, you saved my life she told him out of the blue.
Quincy Warner, will you marry me? The music seemed to stop, her heart stopped beating, her jaw dropped and just stood starring blankly into his blue eyes.
Wha, wha, what? she let go of him and took a step back.
I said will you marry me? He took a step closer and placed his hands on her shoulders.
Will you marry me?
You dont even know me, Luke, her eyes became starry and tears formed quickly.
I feel as if I known you my whole life
Luke, let me finish, please, I cant marry you, you dont really know me. Its not fair to the either of us Quincy broke away from his grip only to be captivated by an electrifying kiss.
The only thing thats wouldnt be fair is for me having to live the rest of my life knowing that you got away. He pulled her close to his body and placed his palms against the bandage on her back lightly.
Quincy Warner, I love you
Luke, in the name of God, Youve known me less then 24 hours, Its impossible for you to love me,
No, its not he held her close to his chest and tears trickled down her warm cheeks.
Luke, no Quincy, held against Lukes strong chest, felt his head drop.
Lucas, Im sorry its just that-
No, Im sorry, I wasnt logical, God why am I so stupid? He raised his hands in the air and put them behind his head, elbows sticking up toward the ceiling.
Ive got to go Quincy said as she walked away from the quiet dance floor toward the eccentric doorway of Abrahams kitchen.

Quincy laid on the park bench gazing up at the stars, she couldnt seem to get Lucas out of her head. He was handsome, witty, told great jokes, shared many of the same dreams as she did, loved the same kind of music, and was a great kisser! She placed her hands behind her neck and listened to the cars blowing by thoughtlessly. Tears filled her eyes and she lost all of her grips. Quincy began to regret insulting her brother, after all, he had given her a home and food, but quickly finding hate in him again, she sobbed. For the rest of her life she would be forced to look at the scars on her back, hideous, vulgar words plagued her skin. Thoughts of the future hit her hard; Mommy what do those words say? Mommy what does that mean? and most of all Mommy why are you crying? tears burned her raw eyes and she situated herself on the bench. Soon she found her self in a dream.

Quincys father sat behind the steering wheel of the purple mini-van, while her mother, right by his side in the passengers seat, was laughing wildly. Ben had just told a corny joke about some chicken crossing some road. Quincy being young, maybe 7 or 8, laughed along with her mother as her father held a map and a serious look. In an instant the tractor trailer was sitting on top of them: her mothers ears were bleeding and the map her father had just been reading was crumbled against his mangled chest. Quincy looked out the small hole, through the twisted metal and shattered glass, at the blue sky afternoon. The sound of some ones voice calling to her was weak and far away. The only thing it would say was Villainy wears many masks but the most dangerous is that of innocense and virtue.

The morning light hit her grotesquely; she looked awful. The eyeliner she had applied last night ran down her cheeks and her eyes were blood shot and puffy. The innocence of how last night had started washed over her in her still dreamy stance.
Quincy opened her eyes and glanced over the vastness that made up central park, and then looked blankly at the crumbled piece of paper in her hand.
Her vision grew clearer as she read the note to herself:
You need a place to stay. Im sorry about last night. It would be my honor to have you stay in my guest bedroom at my apartment. Please, I cant stand the thought of you staying out in a cold, New York City night, it would be the death of me to find that something happened to you. Please... just come...
Its on West Ninth between Fifth and Sixth Avenues. Apartment 3 upstairs, Ill buzz you in.
Just please come
~Luke

Quincy looked down the side walk and then up and the clear blue sky, it was another typical New York City day. She looked helplessly at the note and sighed as she thought about the dream she had experienced last night. Quincy stood and began to look for Sixth Avenue.

Quincy knocked cautiously on the thick, cream colored, door and backed away nervously. Holding the note she looked down the hall at the elevator, she knew he was here, he had buzzed her up. She soon realized this was no apartment, quiet the contrite, this was a townhouse, only three in the building, and his was on the third floor.
Footsteps neared the door as Luke looked out the peep hole at the thin, dark haired girl standing a few feet away from him. His heart leapt up as he looked at the smooth caresses of her neck and chin, he blushed when he thought about the dream he had experienced last night.
Luke straightened his collar and opened the door to her. Quincys mind had been wandering and was brought back when a voice greeted her.
I see you found my note, Quincy he looked at the crumbled note she held in her thin fingers.
Umm...Yeah, and I would like to say thank-you she looked up from the note she was re-reading and into his dark eyes.
Well, its the truth I would die if I found out something had happened to my new friend He ushered her in from the hall and into the large, Victorian style living room and motioned for her to sit on the sofa opposite of his green lazy boy.
Thats sweet, she smiled nervously Are you sure about this?, I mean I dont want to impose. Thats the last thing I would want to do Lucas reached across the glass coffee table and pulled her hands, from her lap, and placed them in between his large, strong ones. Her heart skipped a beat when their skin touched and he said.
Thats the last thing it would be. Im just glad you came. It just killed me, when I couldnt find you after you left. Then when I got just flat out frustrated I speed down past the park and saw a thin dark haired girl asleep on a cold park bench. Her eyes were closed and the makeup she had been wearing was blurred, even in her sleep she was beautiful. So I wrote a note, in hopes that she would come find me. And it looks like she did. Im thrilled youre here. He stood, still grasping her hand and lead her down a hall decorated with book shelves full of classics and open doors leading to beautifully decorated spaces.
This is you room he said as he pushed open the door to an impeccably embellished room: A four poster bed with a red canopy starred back at her and a white vanity dresser smiled modestly.
You look like you could use some real rest, why dont you lay down and sleep for a little while. Ive got to get to work- she interrupted his unfinished sentence.
Your leaving me here? Alone?
Yeah, is that a problem?
No, its just that-
I wouldnt of offered my home to you if I didnt want you to treat it like your own
He began to exit the room, but turned and looked at her full own, taking in her simple beauty. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red, but the way she held herself made it clear that she was a strong yet broken person, he couldnt help but let his mind wander past todays events.
Oh and if you want to change, I have a friend thats about your size: Theres some clothes in the night stand beside the bed. Ill come home for lunch to see how your doing
Um...Thank-you?
Yeah, thank-you he laughed at his own joke and left for work.
Leaving her in the room alone she looked out the window and down at the petite road that was bordered by fancy black and silver cars. Quincy couldnt believe her eyes when she rummaged through the various clothes in the deep drawers. Every single one of them seemed to be her favorite color: Teals, Turquoises and greens beckoned to her poorly dressed body. To her surprise the shirt she pulled out and selected, fit her perfectly.
After slipping on the turquoise tank top and wriggling out of her faded, dirty jeans, she crawled into the large soft bed. Quincy pulled the welcoming covers beneath her chin and smelled the crisp air that surrounded her. Luke had lied to her, this was a perfect life, she thought as she drifted off.

Quincy...Quincy? a smooth voice whispered into her ear trying to rouse her from a deep dreamy sleep.
Quincy? Spread across the bed, on her side, covers ever witch-a-way she lay in a shirt and a pair of pink panties. Her fingers drifted across her stomach, up her chest and to her eyes. She wiped them till they opened slowly. Gasping she pulled at the covers, realizing a man was standing beside the bed and looking at her over exposed body. Luke laughed to break the tension, as if he hadnt seen anything he continued.
Sorry about that, but when I knocked you didnt answer, Im home for the day-
Wait you mean its 7 already? she asked shocked, trying to straighten her tangled hair.
Um...yeah..youve been out like a light ever since I came home for lunch
Oh...well...Sorry.. go on Quincy said as she looked at him with large questioning eyes.
Well, I was wandering might you want to just stay here tonight and maybe watch a movie?
Um..I dont know? she peeked out over the covers she just had just pulled beneath her chin and slid back down under the thick blanket.
I do really like it here She smiled and looked up at Lucas: partially leaning against the bed post.
Well then thats what well do he smiled and crept to the side of the bed. Quincy looked up at him and her stomach knotted with all the emotions she was feeling at that moment. Luke looked down on the beautiful girl within a few feet of himself and asked her one question with his eyes. They awoke the next morning in each others arms.

-about one year has passed-

Quincy stood at the top of the stairs calling to Luke before he would leave for work.
Do you want some breakfast? Lucas peeked up the stares still straightening his tie.
No thanks hon Ill get something on the way to the Hospital Quincy sauntered down the steps to her boyfriend and slung her arms around his neck.
Is it really time for you to leave already? Her voice was a nasal whine as she felt his arms lace around the small of her back. Hanging onto one another he answered sadly
Im off for a few weeks tomorrow, Remember we have a date tonight?
Awww, but I wont get to see you till 8?
He kissed her lips with meaning.
Nope...6 he lifted his eyebrows up and kissed her lips again.
Im gettin off early
Mmm, well played there skip. Ill see you then Babe She kissed his cheek and patted his chest with her right hand.
Ill see you tonight then, love you The door closed and Quincy walked back up the stairs and continued hemming the skirt she would wear to tonights dinner.

The hours seemed to slip away quicker then Quincy had anticipated: Lucas was slinking into their townhouse right on the nose of 6. Quincy was caught off guard as she danced around the room sweeping and jamming to her ipod. Lucas smirked to himself as he crept up from behind and startled her. She let out a squeal.
Oh was all she could manage, her headphones and ipod dropped to the floor along with the broom as her hands covered her mouth after her high pitched yelp. Turning around with a grin she said
When will I learn to expect you on time? She placed a peck on his cheek and went to the closet. Holding up the skirt she had just hemmed she questioned Luke on his opinion.
So...Watcha think? she smiled as she placed it in front of his vision.
This look okay to you? Lukes face was covered with the largest smile as he picked up one of the various blouses spread out over the large, soft mattress.
Remember this? he held the shirt which Quincy had worn her first day there.
How could I forget? she winked at him and held up a turquoise blouse, it matched the black skirt she held perfectly. Quincy shooed Luke out of the room and slipped into her outfit, topping it off with an impeccable pair of black high heals and her very best silver earrings. She was the image of beauty tonight, and Luke told her just that when she stepped out into the hallway. Her beautiful dark hair seemed to hang around her face like an angle had kissed her cheeks personally: she was gorgeous.

Quincy Held tight to Lukes arm as he begged her to keep her eyes closed just a little longer.

The tinkling of a bell rang into the cold air as they stepped into a warm room.
Luke, Where are we? She inquired as he set her down in a padded chair.
Okay Quin open your eyes he smiled holding a picture of wings.

I dont understand wings? the corners of her perfect lips angled down.
Well, you see...These wings signify a beautiful thing, of heavenly origin, he sat in a chair opposite of her and placed the picture in her lap and continued Well, I remember the first time you and I ever went out, remember Abrahams kitchen? he smiled Well I remember you saying how bad you wanted wings, so you could fly away from it all: Your brother hurting you, the sadness of your parents deaths, just the pressure of life. And I thought why not get them....tonight he smiled and touched the picture in her lap and placed a hand on her back Theyll cover up the scars Quin A tear ran from Quincys eyes as she tried to understand what he was trying to say. She looked at the walls, covered with pictures of designs, the wings she held were the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.

Quincy clasped Lukes hand as the first prick of the needle entered the scared flesh of her back. Luke looked into her eyes and kissed her lips as the tattooing began.
The wings were beginning to take shape across the name carved on Quincys shoulder blades. A tear trailed down from her left eyes and she smiled up at Luke, who holding onto her like she was going to get up and run.

As Quincy looked at her back, red from the irritation, but covered by the eccentric black and turquoise wings, she felt Lukes eyes on her. The scars seemed to be gone. Amazingly the only visible sign of any was peeking through on the small of her back: loved from the word unloved shown through meekly.
Its beautiful was all Luke said as he held up a picture to the still gazing Quincy.
Its amazing, my angel, he showed her a picture of a heart tattoo.
It Was a broken heart, stabbed and bleeding, the knife still immersed in the wounded flesh, a rope bound the bloody mess all together.
Even though its been hurt and broken, its forced to stay together. And look its healing Quincy said as she touched the picture of the fist shaped tattoo her Boyfriend held in his strong hands. The tattoo was almost so real it was hard to look at, its like it would start beating against the tips of her fingers.

Lets start over and try to do it right this time around. My life with you means everything, You are the only one. Its like a part of me is growing into the grown and my heart is being pulled toward the sky where you and your heavenly presence belong. I love you with all my heart, Quincy. Will you marry me? Luke said as he knelt on one knee and extended a shinny ring onto Quincys thin finger. Her heart was in knots as tears ran down from her dark eyes.
Yes was all she could manage as he jumped up and threw his arms around her legs and hoisted her into the warm air of the tattoo shop. Quincy giggled as he spun her around rejoicing. From that angle she could see the tattoo on his right shoulder blade, still red like her own wings.
Luke let Quincy slip out of his tight grip enough to where they hung face to face in the center of the colorful room that they stood, and kissed her lips.
The darkness has turned to light, and my angel has vowed to marry me. My life is perfect Luke exclaimed into the kiss that the two shared.
Quincy smiled and said:
You came to me in my darkest hour and now, look, youve saved my life. I am eternally grateful to you, she giggled and cried at the same time My husband

D J 8 3 5 _

Thu, 31 Mar 2005 10:03:05 PST

^{D J 8 3 5 _

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YES i know that this is cliche!

but hey, im allowed to have my fun right?

anyway, thsi was one of many photos i took of the sky, i wanted the sky

to be perfect, and i experimented a lot of corse!

i wanted to capoture the sky more than the wing,

its just so amazing to drift off away into the darkness of the atmosphere

i guess thats what im try to share with you guys from this

this ones for fun}

Ghost Ship II

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 07:12:17 PDT

While shooting this one I had to be really quick because the vessel was approaching to the pier so it was moving and light wasn't enough to use camera on higher speeds. I had to both shoot it sharp and catch the sky, setting sun and artificial lights. I preferred not to lighten it on post-work. I wanted it to look exactly the same when I shoot it, with same mood and atmosphere... Dark scheme web sites getting rare on the internet everyday, so either look at if full view or save it to your hard drive and open it in a program with a black background.

This is too like my other shots is a High Dynamic Range photo with 3 different EV settings (-2/0/+2) however shooting conditions didn't let me shoot in brackets so I shoot 1 RAW frame and created different EV values with Photoshop. HDR software hardly able to handle after sunset/night photography - they usually ruin it. So I put those together on PS and made the HDR manually.

Comments are welcome. I hope you enjoy and thanks for looking...

Thanks in advance for the &

Limbo

Fri, 18 Jan 2008 14:55:06 PST

Basingstoke station, 30th December 2007.

Trainstations are strange.
I think it's the atmosphere in particular. It's lonely. No one truly belongs. Everyone's just moving from one place to another. No one wants to be there for any longer than they have to be.

Forty minutes was long enough for me. It was cold and dark, which was somehow made more apparent by the intensly bright but warmthless fluorescent lights.

CN 31st St. 2a, 6-9-10

Wed, 16 Jun 2010 21:40:48 PDT

6/9/10: As the sun sets, at 31st Street on the Indiana Harbor Belt in LaGrange Park, IL; a truly awesome mix of motive power! IC SD70 1026 leads 2 CN units, a GTW GP38, and an executive BN(SF) SD70 southbound. I like the atmosphere of this picture even though the engines are dark, I was shooting into the sun but I just got there in the nick of time!! (I have other versions that I enhanced but not too happy with them!)

Empty Train II

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 21:39:45 PDT

Empty Train II - German art of engineering at it's best.

Another ICE-T (405-series) picture made at the main station in Stuttgart. It was the last train for this day, which arrived in stuttgart for it's way up to frankfurt. It has been late at night, so it made a very dark and abandoned atmosphere.

I hope you like it, critics and fav's are always welcome!

Empty Train

Sun, 19 Oct 2008 21:18:30 PDT

'Empty Train' - One of my oldest, but definitively most beautiful shots of an 415-series ICE-T highspeed train. This one has been made on the main station in Stuttgart, it has been one of the last trains for this day.

I specially like it for it's dark atmosphere, reflecting a lonely and empty train, waiting for his departure in the middle of the night. Since we had around 1am as i took this picture, this may be a realistic scenario

I really had to photoshop that picture in a heavy way, since this one has been made with my Nokia N73 mobile phone, on which almost all pictures made in darkness are a waste of time. Hope i made a great job and you like it though

Critics & fav's are always welcome.

Confinement

Mon, 07 Dec 2009 06:36:36 PST

This was taken on a road trip to Scotland, i felt the atmosphere was relaxed, and peaceful, even though the rain was quite angry, even with the noise and the cold weather it felt warm and homely, yet in a sense i felt confined, and alone... this photograph represents just that.

Eighty-Four Thousand

Tue, 13 May 2008 11:06:00 PDT

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Two Black Ladies

Mon, 02 Mar 2009 13:22:15 PST

Al right, about a year after the 'Black Lady' picture, I revisited the steam-event in Friesland. And this year (2008) I relocated to a (slightly) more quiet place, and took this picture. It's a little dark because I required a short shutter-time, and was zoomed in quite a bit.

I say it takes out the atmosphere, but there's still stuff about this picture I like, so it's here anyway.

edit: Oh, and before I forget, download for full 1280*960 view!

Drive Home II

Tue, 18 Mar 2008 15:00:50 PDT

i took that pic on my way home
this evening. i really liked the atmosphere
with 'our last night' playing

Around the Bend

Fri, 11 Mar 2011 09:47:37 PST

the atmosphere was dense, dark and damp which makes this snap as one of my favorite traveling moments.

BMW 318IS 01

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:47:02 PST

from a recent impulsive nightshoot in Ghent; we just drove to Ghent in the middle of the night without anything planned but it was fun I tried to create a really dark atmosphere when I processed this shoot.

Cibie Turbo Light: Phase 2

Wed, 24 Jan 2007 04:42:31 PST

Related to: Cibie Turbo Light: Phase 1

Top: Installed! Had Lancer-chan in the shop after lunch today and finished off the wiring of the light. Now properly mounted.

Center, left: The Cibie contoller! Our custom fabricated GI sheet metal bracket for the toggle switches that control both Cibies. To be painted (black) on Friday. This is the cut out switch that *wraith11 insisted that I put.. "FOG LIGHTS ARE FOR FOG DICK HEAD" I hear you... but I'm still gonna drive witht them on all the time, but you can have the cut out.

Center, right: *self explanatory* I had to label it Also to be cleaned and painted.

Bottom: More Cibies! ... That aquarium like thing in the top right corner of the pic is our little office in the shop. The white thing beside the car is my doomsday device _{but you did not see that}

Whats not seen here is all the wiring work done today for the control switch for the light and thats really what took up most of the time. All thats left now is the fix up the bumper, and paint all the newly fabricated stuff... on Friday!!

Now, a little bit of info. There actually is some set of rules regarding auxiallary light installation. These vary from country to county (and really don't exist in the Philippines ) but it's more or less like this:

instructions per C.V.C. 24602 regarding legal rear fog light installation:

* Only to be used when atmospheric conditions allow visibility < 500 ft.,
* Installed as close to left side as possible, (right if your in an RHD country)
* Between 15"-60" height as measured f/ ground,
* Edge of rear fog light lens will be at least 4" away f/ any brake light,
* Wired and switch installed so that it can only be turned on when headlights are on, and
* Non-flashing amber pilot readily seen by driver when rear fog light is on.

I'm not gonna bother with a pilot light for it and for the most part I have them all on when its dark

Railway station - Photo

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 05:33:31 PST

Railway station electricities.

Lonely

Thu, 15 Nov 2007 16:06:33 PST

The whole atmosphere of the photo seems gloomy. The clouds, and the water seem so dark.

the City pt8

Mon, 13 Jun 2005 14:56:22 PDT

Came by this spot near our Main Train Station when I was on a bicycle tour earlier today. About 1km north of the Hauptbahnhof in Graz.

Picture:
source: 2048x1536px
camera: Minolta Dimage Z1
shutter speed: 1/640 seconds
focal length: 7 mm
ISO speed: 50
F number: F/5,6
flash: no
tripod: no
taken: 2005.06.13 1948 CET
location: Gösting / Graz / Austria

BMW 318IS 03

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:49:26 PST

Veiled in Darkness

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 15:34:56 PST

Unknown, unwanted, and untamed, this car stands out from the rest in its group. Labeled as a platform meant for the big winged crowd rather than the performance oriented, the Honda Civic has recently been met with a decline in popularity. Though you see many driving around, the taste in modifications is no longer there, performance being replaced with body kits, neon, and big wings.

This Civic goes against the grain and returns to its performance roots as one of the legends of the sport compact scene. Dubbed as "Renji" by its owner for the cars overwhelming yet controlled performance. With power coming from a turbocharged B20b motor and Integra LS transmission with LSD and 6 puck clutch and a lightweight flywheel, Renji is no slouch in the power and performance department. With exhaust gasses huffing through a t3/t4 Super 60 turbo running at 8psi, this Civic is a terror on the streets and on the track. The air is chilled by a custom front mount intercooler and excess air is released into the atmosphere by an HKS SSQV. DSM 450cc injectors supply ample fuel for the the right mixture, and the burnt mix exits via a custom 2.5in. downpipe and custom 2.5in. exhaust.

Coupling with this car's great performance, is its suprisingly clean looks. Nothing flash here. Understatment is the aim. The stock body is adorned with factory Granada Black Pearl paint, a factory EG civic front lip, and Integra LS wheels. The chassis is stiffened by Koni coilovers which use Eibach springs. These simple, yet classy modifications help this Civic fly below the radar to surprise the unsuspecting with brute power and superb handling.

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I really like this shot. I paid close attention to the lighting to capture the mood I wanted. This car casts a strange aura around it. Being a Civic, most people think that it is an ordinary "Rice mobile" owned by some kid who has watched Fast and the Furios too many times. That is why I'm glad this one fits so well into the mainstream, and doesn't attract a lot of attention. But the simple mods done to the exterior make it very appealing. The motor is also a great feature as well. This car is very photogenic. The paint makes night shots almost a must. I really like how the colors interact with each other in the picture. I think I'm getting the hang of this photography thing.

BMW 318IS 05

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:51:31 PST

BMW 318IS 02

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:48:22 PST

BMW 318IS 04

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:50:41 PST

BMW 318IS 06

Thu, 31 Jan 2008 05:52:31 PST

Aethernaut Flying Over Umbra

Tue, 08 Apr 2008 08:13:25 PDT

General Ker-Rang's Aethernaut is modified to operate in the insidious atmosphere of Saturn's dark moon Umbra, so powerful is it's effect it even prevents the light from the rocketship's engines from being seen. Note the Paralight Generator fitted to the underside of the ship's nose, denoting that this Rocketship is a MarkIIb.

Taken from episode 17 of Henry V: Champion of Saturn, entitled The Shining Sword of Ker-Rang

Sphere of lonely hearts

Sun, 28 Aug 2005 02:19:09 PDT

public transport at its finest. it dark and gloomy like the atmosphere in the morning on the bus

Fishermen's Friend

Thu, 02 Jul 2009 13:23:09 PDT

a photo i made in danmark... i think the atmosphere turned out pretty well, but i like dark pics XD

made in denmark

Railway - Photo

Sun, 13 Nov 2011 05:31:12 PST

Railway

Dune-buggy

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 15:33:15 PDT

shot in totally dark atmosphere, see to the shot info in the bottom of the image

Mikes Opel Astra

Sat, 27 Feb 2010 07:38:43 PST

As the title states.

No editing.

Flying over Earth

Fri, 10 Oct 2008 18:32:34 PDT

My first plane ride every since I was 4!! ><
I love this, it looks like we're flying over the Earth
and if you dont look closely at the sun glare, it kinda reminds me of the moon ^^

Please Comment and fav loves!

<3 Calico

Subway, refined

Thu, 07 Apr 2005 02:40:09 PDT

I added a glowing edges effect to create a really dark and dreary atmosphere in the train. Just let me know what you think; modern art or cheap cop-out???

destruction

Mon, 09 Oct 2006 09:30:52 PDT

i find this really evocative and powerful, and there was quite a daunting atmosphere when i took this photo especially when i thought about the fact that people were possibly killed in these cars, and it was freezing cold and getting dark which also possibly helped, but never the less makes you think though.