Photos of the Month. [October]

Nov 1, 201027 min read

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Published: Nov 1, 2010

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_{So, this month I've been collecting photos I really like and I've been featuring them in my journal. Now that it's the end of the month, I figure it's time to let the whole dA community know about them. Other than artistic merit, I try to base my choices on lack of recognition/being submitted into few groups. I try to take them straight up from the "Newest" section, but considering I can't be on every day, it doesn't happen sometimes. At any rate, here's some beautiful photography and at the end some works by the people I watch!

October 1st

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October 2nd

October 3rd

October 4th

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October 5th

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October 6th

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October 7th

October 8th

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October 9th

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October 10th

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October 11th

October 12th

October 13th

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October 14th

October 15th

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October 16th

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October 17th

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October 18th

October 19th

October 20th

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October 21st

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October 22nd

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October 23rd

Mature Content

October 24th

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October 25th

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October 26th

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October 27th

October 28th

October 29th

October 30th

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October 31st

Mature Content

Things I like by the people I watch from this month:

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Phantom darling, stay with meYou pause at the thresh
Hold
You're here for a moment
Just
Stop
Hold me this moment
Breathe
You, me
Touch, touch, touché
Brazen lips graze past my hips
Oh, God
Hope nothing slips
Heh, no;
Hope something slips
You, me
Forever
be
Hold
hold
hold. . . . . fast.
I see you
Your hands, your hair
Your arms, your stare,
Your eyes, your nose,
Ears, toes,
Tongue. . . past lips
---Quiver
Strike me down
Down down
Phantom
of mine
I know you're just figments
But I can still see the pigments
Of your skin
Against my skin
Take me within
Your warm embrace;
Upon your face
Wear a smile
I'll stay a while
You, with me
In a
Reverie
As long as I don't
Wake. . . .
. . . up}