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Polarization
*thaumadzo
reports, 23h 23m ago
reports, 23h 23m agoThe use of polarizing filters in landscape photography.
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The sunny side
~6igella
reports, 14h 6m ago
reports, 14h 6m agoSit back and see some pictures about the happiest things of the world. About the sunny side.
118
Nothing to Hope
*scheinbar
reports, 1d 3h ago
reports, 1d 3h agoThere's nothing to hope?
If you see all these wonderful pics from my novembre-features
you will learn: there is a lot of hope
If you see all these wonderful pics from my novembre-features
you will learn: there is a lot of hope
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New features- HAIR
=antoanette
reports, 1d 11h ago
reports, 1d 11h agoAnother feature inspired by "Hair" musical. Hope you like it
Love
Antoanette
Love
Antoanette
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Black & White - beautiful Pictures
~davina-photography
reports, 2d 3h ago
reports, 2d 3h agoBlack & White - beautiful Pictures
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Pretty in Pink (VI)
=rav777
reports, 1d 11h ago
reports, 1d 11h agoThis is the 6th edition of ' Pretty in Pink ' - A huge collection of carefully choosen deviations from the photography/people & portraits-galleries.
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I LOVE MY PETS! - 08
`emmil
reports, 1d 13h ago
reports, 1d 13h agoVarious faces in one name: LOVE! 
If you like it, another feature in this series will keep coming!!
- `emmil
If you like it, another feature in this series will keep coming!!
- `emmil
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Finest Macro, Nature and Invertebrates in Squares
=rav777 reports, 1d 12h ago
reports, 1d 12h agoFinest Macro, Nature and Invertebrates in Squares
Photography News This Week
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HUGE FEATURES - Amazing Works
=ScorpionEntity
reports, November 22
reports, November 22Amazing artworks. All areas of art. Huge feautres!
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b/w vol.2
=ZanaSoul
reports, November 22
reports, November 22Inspiring b/w photography, that just invites you to start exploring more and more.
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Express Yourself
*Jenipho
reports, November 22
reports, November 22Expression is a mirror of the soul, so take a look into this collection and discover the magic!
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Finest Macro, Nature and Invertebrates in Squares
=rav777 reports, 1d 12h ago
reports, 1d 12h agoFinest Macro, Nature and Invertebrates in Squares
118
Nothing to Hope
*scheinbar reports, 1d 3h ago
reports, 1d 3h agoThere's nothing to hope?
If you see all these wonderful pics from my novembre-features
you will learn: there is a lot of hope
If you see all these wonderful pics from my novembre-features
you will learn: there is a lot of hope
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Best Of The Best ;; SQUARES
~scream-for-silence
reports, November 25
reports, November 25This is the first of a series of features I will be doing.
They consist of my absolute favorite photography that i've collected since i've been a member of DeviantArt.
This feature's focus is on SQUARES, give them some love
They consist of my absolute favorite photography that i've collected since i've been a member of DeviantArt.
This feature's focus is on SQUARES, give them some love
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Pretty in Pink (VI)
=rav777 reports, 1d 11h ago
reports, 1d 11h agoThis is the 6th edition of ' Pretty in Pink ' - A huge collection of carefully choosen deviations from the photography/people & portraits-galleries.
106
I LOVE MY PETS! - 08
`emmil reports, 1d 13h ago
reports, 1d 13h agoVarious faces in one name: LOVE!
If you like it, another feature in this series will keep coming!!
- `emmil
If you like it, another feature in this series will keep coming!!
- `emmil
Who loved it?
=Armandacyd ~SAshen ~Fluchtpunkt ~swoon-89 ~succubolilith ~night-tales ~N4n4chan ~sreple ~awmynamewastaken ~Schmerz-Raissen ~dwie-male-malpki ~Gebrielse ~damian-rockz ~ReEjKa =mfknprincess =Raccoon-with-a-cigar ~shadow-hostage =inpenguin =ketene ~chloegc ~Lady-Dementia ~WatchfullEyes *Gemellary ~Asylum-Doll ~NaturalState ~kittara-jaganshi ~darkbylarissa ~JaquelineAntoinette ~NicklausseStock ~bloodyangel666 *EbruSidar ~sevgiliben ~Rei11Ayanamae ~daniarwikan ~postwar-melancholy *Violator3 ~Qikitta ~hitsugi *SazzyShortness ~ElissaArt ~kells-ari ~Terriyaki =spliffy ~eden-eye ~melancolia-azul ~orphaniom ~zabraxxas =vampireleniore ~anstellos ~Angelic-Prince-6143 ~ALVT ~wingcutangel ~ellenrelander *Eloren ~zwariowna ^LawrenceDeDark ~ObedientFighter *Kyimoto ~A-Moose-With-An-Axe ~ImStillHere4U ~patronus-light ~MeltedSugar ~Smooth-Ste ~pillage-and-plunder ~Anakpatok ~Mary-lia ~kazumisangel =yourpleasantdarkness ~riddlebow ~AigneisVolven ~Anya-82 =Tinnaaa ~13thAutumn ~Emeranie ~tarebear ~desireisposion ~inaDemm =5yearcheddar *darkview =WithNoSens ~chariohn ~LadyDarkRaven ~NarniumCitrus ~KaylaRyan ~Geb-scirocco =Dream-traveler =Bloddroppe =tl3319 =discodoener *just4fun31 *saciii `DistortedSmile `Kaotika ~zgubilamwszystko ~MadSadCat ~psypence ~Rockin-Oxs ~sunsetheat *woodfaery *miss-mosh ~BioAndariel ~MagicalFingers ~o-PixelPixie-o =LadyAmdis =iNeedChemicalX ~Mcdbrd =Auriethepixie *Eleganza-Bella =inception8 =M-a-e-e *Halohid =FotoAnt *fae-photography =ian-x *no1uvinterest ~maroline =DalaiHarma =graphicqueen91 ~Skyclad-est-Darkclad ~mATIEREfECALEPhotography
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Your Darkest Dreams - September 08
=Auriethepixie
reports, September 27, 2008
reports, September 27, 2008Your Darkest Dreams is a monthly feature devoted to sharing dark photography works from DeviantArt. Some of the features already have a large number of favorites, and others are by the same artist, but the point of this feature is less about sharing unknown art and more about inspiring others through the beauty and intricacy of dark art. Often misunderstood as "morbid" or "depressing", Your Darkest Dreams seeks to show this kind of photography in a new way: by showcasing art that is thought provoking, but at the same time unabashedly displays the beauty in darkness.
May contain mature content.
Poetry is Dreams by Aleister Crowley
What words are these that shudder through my sleep,
Changing from silver into crimson flakes,
And molten into gold
Like the pale opal through whose gray may sweep
A scarlet flame, like eyes of crested snakes,
Keen, furious, and too cold.
What words are these? The pall of slumber lifts;
The veil of finiteness withdraws. The night
Is heavier, life burns low:
Yet to the quivering brain three goodly gifts
The cruelty of Pluto and his might
In the abyss bestow:
Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils,
Restricted not by space and time, my dream
Foresees the doom of Fate;
My spirit wrestles in the Dream-King's toils
Always in vain, and Hope's forerunners gleam
Always one step too late.
Not as when sunlight strikes the counterpane,
Half wakening, sleep rolls back her iron wave,
And dawn brings blithesomeness;
Not as when opiates lull the tortured brain
And sprinkle lotus on the drowsy grave
Of earth's old bitterness;
But as when consciousness half rouses up
And hurls back all the gibbering harpy crowd;
And sleep's draught deepeneth,
And all the furies of hell's belly sup
In the brain's palaces, and chant aloud
Songs that foretaste of Death.
Maddened, the brain breaks from beneath the goad,
Flings off again the foe, and from its hell
Brings for a moment peace,
Till weariness and her infernal load
Of phantom memory-shapes return to quell
The shaken fortresses.
Till nature reassert her empery,
And the full tide of wakefulness at last
Foam on the shore of sleep
To beat the white cliffs of reality
In vain, because their windy strength is past
And only memories weep.
Why is the Finite real? And that world
So larger, and more beautiful, and fleet,
So free, so exquisite,
The world of dreams and shadows, not impearled
With solitary shaft of Truth. Too sweet,
O children of the Night,
Are your wide realms for our philosophers,
Who must in hard gray balance-shackles bind
The essence of all thought:
No sorrier sexton in a grave inters
The nobler children of a poet's mind
Of wine and gold well wrought.
By the poor sense of touch they judge that this
Or that is real or not. Have they divined
This simplest spirit-bond,
The joy of some bad woman's deadly kiss;
The thought-flash that well tunes a lover's mind
Seas and gray gulfs beyond?
So that which is impalpable to touch,
They judge by touch; the viewless they decide
By sight; their logic fails,
Their jarring jargon jingles--even such
An empty brazen pot--wise men deride
The clouds that mimic whales.
My world shall be my dreams. Religion there
And duty may disturb me not at all;
Nor doubts, nor fear of death.
I straddle on no haggard ghostly mare;
Yea, through my God, I have leapt o'er a wall!
(As poet David saith.)
The wall that ever girds Earth's thought with brass
Is all a silver path my feet beneath,
And o'er its level sward
Of sea-reflecting white flowers and fresh grass
I walk. Man's darkness is a leathern sheath,
Myself the sun-bright sword!
I have no fear, nor doubt, nor sorrow now,
For I give Self to God--I give my best
Of soul and blood and brain
To my poor Art--there comes to me somehow
This fact: Man's work is God made manifest;
Life is all peace again.
And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope,
Limitless Empire o'er the world of thought,
Help my desires to press
Beyond all stars toward God and Heaven and Hope;
And in the world-amazing chase is wrought
Somehow--all Happiness.
May contain mature content.
Poetry is Dreams by Aleister Crowley
What words are these that shudder through my sleep,
Changing from silver into crimson flakes,
And molten into gold
Like the pale opal through whose gray may sweep
A scarlet flame, like eyes of crested snakes,
Keen, furious, and too cold.
What words are these? The pall of slumber lifts;
The veil of finiteness withdraws. The night
Is heavier, life burns low:
Yet to the quivering brain three goodly gifts
The cruelty of Pluto and his might
In the abyss bestow:
Change, foresight, fear. The pageant whirls and boils,
Restricted not by space and time, my dream
Foresees the doom of Fate;
My spirit wrestles in the Dream-King's toils
Always in vain, and Hope's forerunners gleam
Always one step too late.
Not as when sunlight strikes the counterpane,
Half wakening, sleep rolls back her iron wave,
And dawn brings blithesomeness;
Not as when opiates lull the tortured brain
And sprinkle lotus on the drowsy grave
Of earth's old bitterness;
But as when consciousness half rouses up
And hurls back all the gibbering harpy crowd;
And sleep's draught deepeneth,
And all the furies of hell's belly sup
In the brain's palaces, and chant aloud
Songs that foretaste of Death.
Maddened, the brain breaks from beneath the goad,
Flings off again the foe, and from its hell
Brings for a moment peace,
Till weariness and her infernal load
Of phantom memory-shapes return to quell
The shaken fortresses.
Till nature reassert her empery,
And the full tide of wakefulness at last
Foam on the shore of sleep
To beat the white cliffs of reality
In vain, because their windy strength is past
And only memories weep.
Why is the Finite real? And that world
So larger, and more beautiful, and fleet,
So free, so exquisite,
The world of dreams and shadows, not impearled
With solitary shaft of Truth. Too sweet,
O children of the Night,
Are your wide realms for our philosophers,
Who must in hard gray balance-shackles bind
The essence of all thought:
No sorrier sexton in a grave inters
The nobler children of a poet's mind
Of wine and gold well wrought.
By the poor sense of touch they judge that this
Or that is real or not. Have they divined
This simplest spirit-bond,
The joy of some bad woman's deadly kiss;
The thought-flash that well tunes a lover's mind
Seas and gray gulfs beyond?
So that which is impalpable to touch,
They judge by touch; the viewless they decide
By sight; their logic fails,
Their jarring jargon jingles--even such
An empty brazen pot--wise men deride
The clouds that mimic whales.
My world shall be my dreams. Religion there
And duty may disturb me not at all;
Nor doubts, nor fear of death.
I straddle on no haggard ghostly mare;
Yea, through my God, I have leapt o'er a wall!
(As poet David saith.)
The wall that ever girds Earth's thought with brass
Is all a silver path my feet beneath,
And o'er its level sward
Of sea-reflecting white flowers and fresh grass
I walk. Man's darkness is a leathern sheath,
Myself the sun-bright sword!
I have no fear, nor doubt, nor sorrow now,
For I give Self to God--I give my best
Of soul and blood and brain
To my poor Art--there comes to me somehow
This fact: Man's work is God made manifest;
Life is all peace again.
And Dreams are beyond life. Their wider scope,
Limitless Empire o'er the world of thought,
Help my desires to press
Beyond all stars toward God and Heaven and Hope;
And in the world-amazing chase is wrought
Somehow--all Happiness.
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