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The picture was taken in the waters of the Strait of Gibraltar.
The subtle transition between sea and sky unveils the distant allure of the coastline, gracefully intertwined with the turbulent waters near the port of Tarifa, the southernmost tip of Europe. 2014
This is my first print available at Darkroom. You can still find some other images and products at Society6 shop.
instagram | flickr | society6 | darkroom
#2014#ocean#sea#Tarifa#naturecore#Strait of Gibraltar#photography#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#original photography on tumblr#travel#travel log#shop#art#personal#pioforsky#travelcore
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they should invent a position to lay down that's comfortable
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My bus was late by one hour so I thought that I would miss my transfer. Luckily the next one was an hour and a half late so I caught it. I can only conclude that the italian system works.
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travel log ✹ when in sorsogon (january, 2023)
via bleumingdays
#traveler's notebook#traveler's company#traveler's notebook passport#travel journal#art journal#md notebook#journal#journaling#travel log#TN passport#TN passport olive#TN watercolor insert#watercolor insert#traveler's notebook watercolor insert#midoritravelersnotebook#mdノート文庫サイズ
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Visited Venice(FL) to sift for fossil shark teeth and saw lots of good reptiles
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Wondering through the building in Somerset House 🏠
#original photography#photographers on tumblr#south australia#original artist#travel#travel photography#australian photography#original photographer#london#australian photographer#architecture#somerset#Courtauld gallery stairs#river thames#travel log
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My travels down to the swamp land 🐊🎄✨
#furry#cottagecore#art#critter art#animals#digital art#illustration#comics#comic art#mouse#mouse adventures#gator#Christmas#holiday#holiday travel#comic diary#travel log
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So, now i'm on gumroad!!! You can find a short zine compiling all the sketches i made during my travel to Bariloche
#artists on tumblr#sketchbook#sketches#gumroad#zine#travel sketch#travel log#bariloche#argentina#illustration#bnw#graphite
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Initializing...
Checking core systems...
Launching bootup...
Checking S.A.I.L. essential files...
BOOTUP COMPLETE.
Welcome, user @%#!.
It would appear the S.A.I.L. user interface program has been corrupted. Reconstructing...
You are required to input a new username.
Name: Asher Narsus
Welcome, Captain Narsus.
Engine status: critical. Immediate repairs required.
FTL drive status: inoperable. Complete replacement required.
Ship Teleporter: online.
We are currently in orbit of a hospitable planet. I have calculated a 96% chance of resources necessary for repairs existing on this planet.
>Access Personal network
ENTRY#1
Well... shit. Isn't this just fun. After sitting in this claustrophobic ship for about an hour and crying a locker-full of tears, i've decided to, for my own sanity, keep track of anything that has happened to me - should anyone ever find a wreckage of my ship or somehow access this network.
My name is Asher Narsus. This is my story.
I was born on an Apex Colony planet - much like any other apex outside of Terrane Protectorate authority. I lived my life under constant fear of scrutiny, assault, violation of my basic apehood, and much worse. Despite keeping to myself and not interacting with anyone outside of necessity, i was eventually arrested by the Miniknog for deviant and antisocial behavior. I was later told it was actually because i was a mutant and had to be euthanized. In a society full of apes, the monkey among gorillas is the one that needs to be put down... alright. Sure. Anyways, i was sitting in my cell, waiting to be executed, when i heard a series of explosions and gunshots. The resistance busted me out. Not to recruit me, not because i was important - because they just wanted to. Out of the goodness of their heart, they released me from my jail cell and were guiding me to an escape ship. I'm the only one on board of this ship. They all died protecting me.
To say I feel guilty would be an understatement. 5 apes gave their life for mine. They gave me a chance to finally present the way i want to, to live the life i am entitled to. But it doesn't change that important apes died to give me this. I'm no one. Nothing. I'm just a dysfunctional monkey who doesn't even [DATA EXPUNGED. ENTRY EDITED BY SYSTEM ADMIN 1 HOUR AGO.] Fuck it. Whatever. I'm gonna learn to live with all of this one way or another. There's only enough canned food in here for a month, and i need to fix this ship, or find someone who can, before i die hungry.
I'm going down to that planet below the ship. I've got a gun, enough energy rounds to last me a while, a sturdy enough staff and martial arts training to keep me alive. I'm configuring a communicator to link with S.A.I.L.'s personal network so i can continue to take notes without having to warp up and down. This is my only chance, and I'm taking it. If not for myself, for my brothers and sisters slain by those monsters to give me this chance. I don't know what I'm walking into - could be a populated planet, could be entirely devoid of sapient life. I'm willing to take that risk.
Well. Here goes nothing. Signing off for the day.
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The de-titting is complete
#travel log#sore and groggy#and had some pretty severe nausea upon waking#but it’s done!!!#I’m so hyped!!!
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Got to visit some celebrities on my work trip tonight
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we've been separated im melting into the floor
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Day 25 of 30 in Finland
Spring it is.
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Field Notes: the schlep from my university to Fredericksburg.
29.05.2023.
What can I say, an eight-hour drive is an eight-hour drive. On the upside, I make awesome progress on my current audiobook (The Strangest Forms by Gregory Ashe). Llelo is a trooper in the backseat, but he does occasionally try to get me to race the other cars. So far, I haven’t let him goad me into it.
The first stop I make is at the Vince Lombardi service station just outside of New York City, on the Jersey side. It’s new! It’s modern! They have a vending machine selling slices of cake from Carlo’s Bake Shop (you know, the one from Cake Boss). I’m tempted, but I’m also not paying nearly $7 for a slice of cake.
After the Vince Lombardy service station is the Alexander Hamilton service station, also in New Jersey (everything is legal in New Jersey). I don’t stop at this one, but a couple of hours later I pull into the Clara Barton service station. This one is markedly less splendid than the one dedicated to the football star. Go figure. There is a pack of feral cats living in the field next to the massive parking lot. Please god, I think to myself, if I ever do something like minister to the wounded on a battlefield, don’t let them name a service station after me.
I arrive in Fredericksburg with a sore tuchus and the need for a shower. Llelo celebrates stopping for the night by sclathing all over the hotel carpet.
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maybe it’s age, maybe it really is simply distance and time at work but recently it dawned on me how I truly have no ounce of resentment towards any human I’ve encountered in my lifetime or the ability to find it. recently saying this made my ego feel a bit weak, my sister used to say I need to hold a grudge better eons ago but the truth is that I simply have never felt the need.
I tried once, keeping a record of wrong doings but the darkness that covered my early life served from the hands of my mother or the coldness of the first boy I ever loved would quite literally haunt me and it didn’t feel helpful.
and the truth is, I learned even in cruelty there’s a desperation. a lacking of love that causes humanity to sink deeply into a state of despair and inevitably harm anyone even a child.
and while forgiveness never condones harshness or brutality, it does say I see your humanity. I see how your unfolding brought you here.
but as I grow older it’s been easier to fall into that state. less fanfare, less struggle and more of a clarity that comes once I surrender to the knowing that I have no responsibility or control over the action of another.
I have the freedom of building a life that is filled with so much gentleness and love that it overflows. as an adult I have the privilege of choice, something I prayed for as a child.
I can choose a life that prioritizes love as it’s central theme. I can absolve ties, clear space and rest peacefully knowing I will always honor my safety and well being.
all that to say I am extremely grateful for this season of life. my inner child feels so much peace even in the unknown there’s a sense of safety which is so beautiful.
— anyways, all that to say someone told me I process things quickly and it made me pause which brought the words out.
but I had a simple breakfast spread that Julia made insisting I eat after my run along with sheet masks and bubble baths as I chart my path to Paris.
every time I flow through my circuits I sincerely wonder if my past lives were anywhere near here. a deep sense of comfort comes when I land in spaces by accident almost as if I was calling them in by memory.
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