Moody, Dark, Evocative (no nudes)
Featured Work
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Dear Agony by Samanthamerr
Make: Canon PowerShot / Model: SX10 IS / Shutter Speed: 1/30 second / Aperture: F/3.2 / Focal Length: 6 mm / ISO Speed: 80 / Date Taken: June 11, 2009, 9:46 PM Edited with Adobe Photoshop 7 Texture credit to Kiho-chan
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~ the black tutu ~ by Adriana Glackin
Had an absolute blast at a recent photo shoot with Cordelia, we had the pleasure of photographing some talented local dancers in their studio. / Of course, the lensbaby got a workout that day, as did our photography skills! ;D /
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Down a Hidden Path by Erin Sadler
A tiny family cemetery in the middle of the corn field. The cemetery cannot be seen from the road, but if you find the hidden path the tombstones can be seen.
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sensual by nature ... by Helen Corr
from nature series
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Boy by Colleen Milburn
Motorola V9 mobile phone camera / Photoshop CS4 / Group Features: ‘Moody, Dark, Evocative’ – October 2009 ‘The Woman Photographer’ – October 2009 ‘Art by Bubble Hosts’ – October 2009 ‘Imperfectly’ – November 2009
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handprint by sunith shyam
b/w conversion of handprint on glass window. No textures or manipulations. Just dirty glass :D
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Fractured (Monochrome) - Gladesville Asylum - The HDR Experience by Philip Johnson
BEST VIEWED LARGER RED BUBBLE FEATURE 21st October 2009 / Gladesville Mental Hospital was a psychiatric hospital established in 1838 in the suburb of Gladesville, Sydney, Australia. Description and history / Prior to 1838, people with mental or emotional problems in the Sydney area were housed in a “lunatic asylum” in Liverpool, a suburb on the south-east fringes of Sydney, or at the Female Factory in Parramatta, twenty-four kilometres west of Sydney. In the 1830s, construction of a purpose-built asylum began on the banks of the Parramatta River, in the area now known as Gladesville. The original sandstone complex was designed by the Colonial Architect, Mortimer Lewis, between 1836 and 1838.[1] Patients were then transferred from Liverpool and the Female Factory.[2] The first supervisor was John Thomas Digby, who sought to improve the treatment of the mentally ill, as did his successor, Frederick Norton Manning. On a visit to Sydney in 1867, Manning was invited by Henry Parkes to become medical superintendent of the Tarban Creek Lunatic Asylum. Before accepting, Manning went overseas and studied methods of patient care and administration of asylums; on his return to Sydney he submitted a notable report. He was appointed to Tarban Creek on 15 October 1868 and immediately reported on the isolation of patients from their relations in accommodation best described as ‘prison-like and gloomy’, the inadequate facilities for their gainful employment and recreation and the monotonous diets deficient in both quantity and quality. In January 1869 the asylum’s name was changed to the Hospital for the Insane, Gladesville, wherein patients were to receive treatment rather than be confined in a ‘cemetery for diseased intellects’. By 1879 radical changes in patient care and accommodation had been made. Gladesville was extended and modernized and an asylum for imbeciles set up in Newcastle and a temporary asylum at Cooma. Manning minimized the use of restraint and provided for patient activities Equipment: Nikon D300, Sigma 10-20mm, Handheld Technique: HDR 5 Bracketted Images, Photomatix 3.2, Capture NX See Also Fractured:
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The chair by Citizen
Featured in the group Moody, Dark, Evocative (no nudes)
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Sitting alone. by Daniel Bullock
A chair sitting alone by a window in a ward of an abandoned lunatic asylum. Featured in Moody, Dark Evocative Oct 17th, 2009. Featured in Abandoned Asylums & Hospitals 25th Oct, 2009.
Recent Work
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The Death of Love. by Nawroski .
Assemblage: Baby shark in formalderhyde, star fish, cricifix, 2 skelentons, open box plynth. / / /
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Storm Watch on La Pedrera. by egold
I was lucky when I’ve been in Barcelona. Great weather all the time and no any rain… almost… Exactly on my Gaudi-day the sky was covered by clouds and the storm began to approach… / I was right near Casa Milà, better known as La Pedrera (Catalan for ‘The Quarry’), one of the best creation of the genius. Almost black clouds hanged over the city and I understood that only stone guardian (figurative chimneys) on the roof of the building can be protectors of Barcelona, like real Storm Watch… / The impression was so strong that I made my shot immediately… Casa Milà, or La Pedrera, is a building designed by Antoni Gaudí and built during the years 1906–1910, being considered officially completed in 1912. It was built for the married couple, Rosario Segimon and Pere Milà. Rosario Segimon was the wealthy widow of José Guardiola, an Indiano, a term applied locally to the Catalans returning from the American colonies with tremendous wealth. Her second husband, Pere Mila, was a developer who was criticized for his flamboyant lifestyle and ridiculed by the contemporary residents of Barcelona, when they joked about his love of money and opulence, wondering if he was not rather more interested in "the widow’s guardiola" (piggy bank), than in "Guardiola’s widow". Gaudí did not conceive the Casa Milà as a simple residential building, but as a complete work that ventured from architecture into the realm of sculpture. The facade, influenced by the early international Art Nouveau movement, is clad in limestone blocks that were rough-hewn to achieve a matte finish, forming characteristic curved volumes and sinuous arabesques that recall a sea cliff with cave dwellings marked by evocatively shaped wrought iron balconies. The lower part of the facade is built with stone from the Garraf Massif and the upper part with stone from Vilafranca del Penedès, both south of Barcelona. Originally, Gaudí aimed to convert La Pedrera into a religious allegory of the Holy Rosary, culminating atop the façade with a four-metre-high bronze medallion. However, the Setmana Tràgica (Tragic Week, a social revolt sparked in 1909 by the mobilisation of the Catalan reservists to fight in Morocco, during which churches were attacked and burnt) persuaded Milà that a residential dwelling with a huge sculpture atop the building, described as "the Virgin", but said by Gijs van Hensbergen in his biography of Gaudi, to represent the primeval earth goddess Gaia, would undoubtedly become the next target for anti-clerical mobs. He therefore quietly cancelled this part of the scheme. This image was replaced by the chimneys and accesses to the roof terrace that look like sentinels with helmets, which the poet Pere Gimferrer called a “warriors’ garden”… Casa Milà was listed World Heritage by UNESCO in 1984.
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A serenade I didn’t sing... or strange duel fighting. by egold
First of all it’s not an advertisement of Valencian wines… I tell you the real story what happened to me here in Valencia on a very last day before I left this beautiful city… Imagine this scene: two men drink wine in almost empty restaurant… It’s not first hours and not first bottles… What really drunk men talking about? Politic, sport and… women. Just guess, what we talk about at that time? Of course about women… My friend said: “We are in Spain now and I heard that in old times local caballeros were singing serenades to the beautiful ladies. So… We have to do same thing” / I looked around – no any women in almost empty room. But my friend pointed at beautiful statue on facade of the building near us. “She will be the lady for whom one of us will sing. Yes, only one, who will be a winner in our competition. We’ll fighting a duel.” “But we don’t have any weapon” – I raised an objection. “Yes, we have” – said my friend putting another two bottles on a table. “The person who’ll stay in good condition will sing the serenade…” I’m sure, the winner was not me. Why? Because I dont remember anything after that and found myself only next morning in my hotel room… By the way, I forgot to tell you, my grateful reader, that wonderful building on background of this picture is the Churrigueresque (an extreme Spanish form of baroque) mansion of the Marquis of dos Aguas. The doorway is particularly striking. It is a dripping fantasy in alabaster designed by Hipolito Rovira (who is said to have gone insane later) and executed by the sculptor Ignasio Vergara. Ostensibly it’s a portrait of the Virgen del Rosario but below it becomes a pan on the marquis’ surname,Two Waters. On either side of the door two semi-nude male figures recline lethargically while below them water representing the two rivers of Valencia, the Turia and Jucar, flows from twin pitchers…
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Birch by Jessica Jenney
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Following the Light by Pamela Phelps
Though the dense woodlands seem dark by shadows cast from the trees, the light of the sun filters through, showing the way. / Photographed in Steam Hollow, NY, USA /
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touching home by Colinizing Photography with Colin Boyd Shafer
Lake Toba, Indonesia why are you here? - Canon EOS Rebel XT, Canon 75-300mm Top 10 finish in the Wisdom and Character Challenge for the Good News Group
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Shady by Riggzy
Lillys from my garden Nikon D40
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windy day by tori yule
Today, 9/28/09, was as windy as we get most of the time in Asharoken. The surf is really kicking up for our small bay. It was lovely to be outside and witness this since we have mostly calm seas.
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talking it out by tori yule
My daughter talking to my son, who is upset. They have always been close and she is trying to help him out of his bad mood. She has always tried to help him and others when they are going through a tough time.
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A Blur of Blue by MarianBendeth
Sunset Blur / Natural lighting / shot 100 ISO / no flash
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Kalorgaloth (The greed eater) by LordMasque
Colored pencils, and collage on brown paper He has someone’s eye’s to look upon you with
About This Group
There is little by way of Hope for most people today. While there are those who would cling to the Light and squeeze the very marrow from Living, I prefer to accept and embrace the Dark and learn to meander in and through it rather than fight it and continuously lose.
For me, Dark is inside the head. Dark is the space between twilight and dawn where we do the best dancing while the rest of the world sleeps. Dark is the patience we all lack and the peace we all need. Dark is the state of Almost crying yet not having a fallen tear. Dark is shooting stars and restless leg syndrome. Dark is listening to the sound of a child breathe in his sleep. Dark is balance. Dark is ours. Dark is nice.
- No gore, no violence, and no hatred. Period.
I reserve the right to remove Any and All users and reject Any and All works if they are not what I wish to portray here. I am going to be extremely picky with submissions. I want this group to display what appeals to me as the highest quality of work.
Darkness is not always a freak-fest. If you agree…
...come on in.
Our Art was Featured on the Homepage: January 21, 2009! You guys n gals Rock!
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