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I used a technique that does not use a camera for classical technique.
Make it with black and white negative film. Coloring printing method. It is not a commercially available color print system.
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Vintage photos are mostly monochrome, with very few color prints.
In the case of color, it will be faded after 30 years. Therefore,
I made organic pigments as color formers. Moreover, the dot type will be the world's first.
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“External ELF magnetic fields induce electric fields and currents in the body, but their strength is very high. High to cause nerve and muscle stimulation and central nervous system excitability changes. "In other words, when the signal gets stronger ... the investor mind is stimulated." ＄＄＄＄＄＄＄＄
Modern pictures are completed with digital data on the computer.
Classical technique photography consists of an amalog camera, film, and finally on paper
Thus, the effect is determined, and in digital it is an impossible finish.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ #UAP in Spain 1995 Minolta Alpha Camera-Kodachrome film* The UFO was called #Flying Saucer, but this UAP is probably a #Flying Cup, no matter how you look at it. At the bottom of the object, a layer of atmosphere like a force field is formed. # UAP ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ https://youtu.be/y0i-PLDyMBQ ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The actual color of the UAP shot on Kodachrome film is unknown. This is because older scanners do not analyze Kodachrome. #UAP announced by the US Department of Defense A 35mm reversal image taken more clearly and three-dimensionally? Is it metallic and has a hollow structure in the center? A streak pattern can be seen on the body of the object. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ UFO sightings are every day, but ... Most of them are illusions? So it's rarely filmed. There are movies, but most of them are edited? ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ https://youtu.be/bqiBeLeQSJY US10322827B2 - High frequency gravitational wave generator - ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Obtained a higher resolution image than the UAP image announced by the US Department of Defense. If you analyze it a little more, you can expect new information. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ by the way・・ When the camera was still in the analog era Kodachrome film came out w I knew there was ... There was no film scanner. To be exact, There was no equipment that could color scan Kodachrome ww Recently ... At Amazon, a low-priced film scanner costs about 10,000 yen ... ww Even though it is a low-priced version, is it the same as the equipment for about 300,000 yen? Kodachrome is also properly color-corrected. In that Kodachrome, #UAP and #UFO But found ww When I shot it, I only thought about the moon in the daytime ... However, the color development is random ... Epson scan, when enlarged ... UFO is clear ... ww When I search on the net again ... I can't find the same type of UFO at all ww +++++++++++++++++++++
As an aerial dancer, I exist in a space between reality and illusion, between the tangible world and the ethereal universe up above. I take a leap, my body a silhouette against the harsh radiance of the spotlights, twirling and spiraling in the void. The performance is a siren's song, luring in an audience that gazes up at me, their faces a collage of awe and wonder. It's voyeuristic, surely, there's no denying it. We live in a world saturated with opportunities to observe, and my act invites this intimate scrutiny. The voyeuristic aspect of my profession is not one I shun, but instead embrace, as it's part of what makes aerial dance an alluring art form.
In the stillness of the backstage, my favorite xxx rests in its case: my aerial silk. An elegantly understated рџ•ЇпёЏ illuminates it, casting Long, undulating shadows in colors of twilight. I gaze upon it, my fingers tracing its smooth, resilient texture. This is where the slow build begins. The anticipation swells within me as I warm my body up, every stretch and flex echoing the rhythm of my racing heart. Just like in a heated рџЋ®match, the adrenaline pulses in my veins, charging every nerve ending with electric anticipation. As I step out onto the stage, the audience a blur in the corner of my eye, I feel the ghost of every gaze upon my skin. This sensation beckons me, whispers sweet promises of the thrill to come, fueling my desire to ascend into the vast expanse above.
Reality blurs, the world below fading into insignificance. Just as a 🧥 sheds its layers, I shed my earthly constraints, allowing my body to be commandeered by the rhythm of the music, the pull of my silk, the energy of the audience. This dance has oft been likened to making love, each move perceived as a caress, each subtle drop a sigh of satisfaction. A primal part of it is erotic, the bodies intertwined in a passionate dance of feigned indifference.
The concept of voyeurism meanders its way back into my mind as I descend, my breath shallow, my heart pounding. The audience has seen me, observed me, yet they do not truly know me. Each performance is as much a striptease of the soul as it is a spectacle of physical prowess. Yet, this raw, intimate revelation is essential to the slow build, the steadily rising crescendo that finally explodes in a shower of applause and whistles.
There is a subtle intoxication in inhabiting this space, caught between the eyes of the watchers and the daredevil maneuvers of the watched. The allure of voyeurism is not just in the watched being seen, but also in the watcher relinquishing control, surrendering to the spectacle before them. And so, as I take my final bow, the invading gazes feel less like an intrusion and more like a welcome playmate, joining in on a game as old as time itself. The stage is empty again, the lights dim, but the echo of the dance still lingers in the air like sweet perfume. The voyeuristic thrill fades but the slow build continues, humming softly, ever waiting, till the next dance, the next stage, the next eager set of eyes. Because for an aerial dancer, life is but a string of beautifully choreographed moments, suspended in an eternal climb towards the apex of emotional release. рџљ» <a href=https://anussy.com/><img src="https://san2.ru/smiles/smile.gif"></a>
