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King of HeartsAnd that's when I see him for the first time. The boy. The magician. The thief. The king.

He's facing away from me, on the sidewalk with a small crowd around him. Shirtless, with dirty ripped jeans and bare feet. Crudely painted swirls of ink cover his torso and ripple over his small shoulder blades. His white blonde hair is laced with gel and spiked haphazardly. There's a small chain around his neck.

Despite his bizarre appearance I can't help wonder how old the boy is.
He's just a kid.

The crowd around him applauds lightly. They toss him a few coins and walk away.
He turns around. Right away I notice his eyes, a startlingly light blue

summertime.i've realized i miss you most in the summer. when we were together, we belonged to the cold; trees would lose their leaves, winter winds would blow, but the summer was ours. it was a time when we could leave essays and exams behind and start dreaming. a time for stargazing and raindancing and treeclimbing. for the wild. for us.

i feel so out of place. in the light of a bonfire or the wind of a highway, i find myself thinking: you would have loved this. and i get lost in memories of running through a subway station, reaching for lights across the dark ocean or swinging by a lake and dangling our feet in the stars.

this has always been a seas

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Submitted: April 9, 2012
Image Size: 6.3 MB
Resolution: 3718×2478

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Make:Canon
Model:Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XS
Shutter Speed:1/1328 second
Aperture:F/5.0
Focal Length:39 mm
ISO Speed:400
Date Taken:Aug 19, 2011, 8:40:03 AM
Software:Adobe Photoshop CS5 Macintosh
Sensor Size:21mm

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us and the seaby =jonathoncomfortreed

Photography / Animals, Plants & Nature / Waterscapes

[real title: us & the sea]

Inspiration

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maggie and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea

– maggie and milly and molly and mae by E. E. Cummings

I love the sea, the infinite horizon —
with the faint whisper of contact between water and sky like two distant lovers.

Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.

Technique
This photo was taken at Cape Spear, Newfoundland, the most easterly point in North America. When I took it I was imagining reaching across the ocean to faraway land. The foreground of the lighthouse is meant to provide a contextual 'starting place' for the journey across the seven seas.

I edited this with several different filters, added a vignette and the text. The white text matches the white lighthouse and the line provides a sort of balance for the piece.

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=WyvernLetDie Jun 14, 2012 Student Writer

I would but you're just a lighthouse, I'm not sure the yacht would support us both.

=jonathoncomfortreed Jun 16, 2012 Student Photographer

Oh you never know.

~Solarune Apr 14, 2012 Writer

!!!

This is what good art does – it speaks. I wasn't going to comment on any piece particularly, I was just browsing through thumbs, and then I saw this and it spoke.

I have so many memories of these colours – the blue of the sea, the grey rocks and the grass on the seacliffs – it's like seeing a piece of home through someone else's eyes. You have made me miss the sea, congratulations.

I love how the line after "with me" never ends. As a journey shouldn't.

I love the simplicity of it and the composition of the picture. Almost like the lighthouse is speaking the words, a beacon-message.

Where was this taken?

lovelovelove.