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Crash Zone
Tokina RMC 24mm f/2.8 Sony A7
"Fire Season on the Outer Rim" by Felled - From "The Intimate Earth" (2021)
The feels
Distance never felt huge, that was the nature of the relationship, fuckton of action and then nothing. Not nothing, there were cons, there were places to go, trips to do, there was a life.
Before once in a lifetime kind of plague turned up your life upside down, the filming stopped, the final season dragged on and life went on a stand still abs kept on moving. It kept moving and they also swayed ahead with it. Changed with it.
But the distance was harrowing. It was immense. It was miles and miles stretched and the feeling of claustrophobia mixed with loss was too much.
It would be wrong to say who fared better, because both Jensen and Misha, didn’t. They knew it would go on, but that finality of not having a hug, a kiss, a cuddle something before it was distance again was too much. It was all and suddenly nothing.
There were past pictures to be browsed, there were facetimes to look forward to, but when you want to smell the skin of your favourite person, see then smile and hear it without the undercurrent of static, it feels empty, shallow.
They moved, both of them, to other places, to feel less cooped up, the feeling wasn’t always there, but it kind of sneaks up on you and there were days were it felt huge, mammoth and no possible escape. It felt as if skin was flayed bit by bit by a fire ant, borough deep inside or maybe something else all together.
It ached bad abs nothing really stopped it. They didn’t know when their paths will cross, soon or later. They would collide like the asteroids and it would be glorious, the spark, the light, the picture perfect all of it, but before any of it. Right here right now, seemed a lot, with pictures, with messages, with calls, the smell of the T-shirt finally losing its smell- Jensen and Misha, it was slowly, a wait a touch longer.
The lover gazed through the screen, both, or one of them, said soon, as if it covered anything at all.
four years or the languishing queued, waiting so long they no longer require a caption
Felled Langamull Woods Isle of Mull, July 2017 https://instagram.com/p/BbSXQUhhFOO/
This is so beautiful to me. Life growing amidst death.
Fall of a Giant Massachusetts
First and last images Minolta MC W.Rokkor 21mm-NL f/2.8 lens Second and Third images Minolta Macro Rokkor 50mm-QF f/3.5 lens