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Baruch Ben-David
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United States
I am mostly a musician (classical piano). I've done some photography in the past, but found that it was too difficult to get good shots.

I always had ideas of what I wanted to create, but I rarely ever found the perfect scenes. Out of the thousands of street photos I've shot, I have one I think is great; and a couple more that I feel are acceptable.

Now there is photo manipulation. I use GIMP, which is an open-source program similar to PhotoShop. I am just now getting into it, learning how to use the many tools it has. With GIMP, my own photos, and stock that I can include, I expect to be able to finally put together images that are clear (more or less) in my brain, but were having trouble being born.

I'm a student. Right now I don't know much of anything. That's OK. Everyone starts out not knowing how to do it. Some day I hope I'll be good at this. But for sure, I'm going to have fun.

If you find fault with my work, I would GREATLY APPRECIATE it if you could point out my mistakes. Even better would be telling me where I can go to learn more about them.
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My solitary wanderings led me to an abandoned cemetery. Unseen graves were buried amid wild, chaotic weeds. Creepers writhed across headstones, obscuring the names and dates carved into them. Paths were choked with buckthorn and thistle, hidden beneath dead leaves fallen from naked, twisted trees. Time and neglect had done their work, leaving behind them only decay and desolation.

Contemplating this forsaken ruin saddened me; it reminded me of my own mortality. Whatever we make of our lives, this is our journey’s end. In a cemetery, such dark notions are likely to intrude, uninvited and unwelcome.

I felt another, more poignant melancholy. These dead had been forgotten. Their loved ones were gone. There was no one to leave flowers, to visit, to quietly offer a prayer. These dead weren’t even the ghosts of a memory. There was no one left to remember them.




  • Mood: Sadness
  • Listening to: Beethoven
  • Reading: Mastering Regular Expressions
  • Watching: Constantine
  • Playing: Elegy
  • Eating: The Bread of Affliction
  • Drinking: Hazelnut Latte

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I thank you ever so much for favoring my work :blackrose: Your support is very much appreciated!
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BlackDreams11 Featured By Owner Sep 18, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thank you for +fav  :) Have a nice day! :wave:
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Thanks for the fav! :heart:
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Thank you so much for the fav! :heart:
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:iconllamajumpplz: thanks for the llama :)
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