Guy O'Deen
@guyodeen.bsky.social
I photograph the Earth and its inhabitants, sieve through the photos to extract their encapsulated raw storyblocks, and share the results in the medium of pixels under glass
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ON THE LEDGE OF REALIZATION
hanging loose but collected, with an aura of curiosity brightening the clouded judgement that is doused in the opposites of light and shadow
#photography
hanging loose but collected, with an aura of curiosity brightening the clouded judgement that is doused in the opposites of light and shadow
#photography
September 8, 2025 at 9:15 PM
ON THE LEDGE OF REALIZATION
hanging loose but collected, with an aura of curiosity brightening the clouded judgement that is doused in the opposites of light and shadow
#photography
hanging loose but collected, with an aura of curiosity brightening the clouded judgement that is doused in the opposites of light and shadow
#photography
look how they massacred my boy
May 24, 2025 at 2:43 PM
look how they massacred my boy
BOUNDARIES IN A BIND
i told you there is no way to see all the paintings in a single evening, but i commend your effort
#photography
i told you there is no way to see all the paintings in a single evening, but i commend your effort
#photography
February 16, 2025 at 9:57 PM
BOUNDARIES IN A BIND
i told you there is no way to see all the paintings in a single evening, but i commend your effort
#photography
i told you there is no way to see all the paintings in a single evening, but i commend your effort
#photography
Whenever I grab a metaphor, everything looks like a nail. Lines are the ideal use case: where there is a journey, a change of state, there is a point A and point B. How do you get someplace you want to be without knowing what it looks like?
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
January 26, 2025 at 9:55 PM
Whenever I grab a metaphor, everything looks like a nail. Lines are the ideal use case: where there is a journey, a change of state, there is a point A and point B. How do you get someplace you want to be without knowing what it looks like?
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
A REFLECTION IN SHADOW
Always follow your doctor's advice when planning to lurk in the shadows for prolonged periods of time. Wear shadowglasses to protect your eyes from the blinding darkness.
#photography
Always follow your doctor's advice when planning to lurk in the shadows for prolonged periods of time. Wear shadowglasses to protect your eyes from the blinding darkness.
#photography
January 21, 2025 at 6:02 PM
A REFLECTION IN SHADOW
Always follow your doctor's advice when planning to lurk in the shadows for prolonged periods of time. Wear shadowglasses to protect your eyes from the blinding darkness.
#photography
Always follow your doctor's advice when planning to lurk in the shadows for prolonged periods of time. Wear shadowglasses to protect your eyes from the blinding darkness.
#photography
WHAT […] FROM? (the depth of field)
.Are we asking the question again
.You already know the answer
.Running, forward, away
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
.Are we asking the question again
.You already know the answer
.Running, forward, away
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
January 20, 2025 at 5:03 PM
WHAT […] FROM? (the depth of field)
.Are we asking the question again
.You already know the answer
.Running, forward, away
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
.Are we asking the question again
.You already know the answer
.Running, forward, away
Full story: pixelsunderglass.sub...
#photography
At Hot, we stand by our phones day and night. The sign by the water cooler said “No missed calls.” Another sign said “No rotary dials.” Still, my first day on the job I brought my model 500. Big mistake. After 2 hours I already had to put my index finger on ice. #photography
January 7, 2025 at 4:59 PM
At Hot, we stand by our phones day and night. The sign by the water cooler said “No missed calls.” Another sign said “No rotary dials.” Still, my first day on the job I brought my model 500. Big mistake. After 2 hours I already had to put my index finger on ice. #photography
Instructions were followed to the letter. It was ten past eight, pitch dark except for an insufficient couple of streetlights, and she stood right in the middle of the third square by the door. #photography
January 6, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Instructions were followed to the letter. It was ten past eight, pitch dark except for an insufficient couple of streetlights, and she stood right in the middle of the third square by the door. #photography
ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE-IN #photography
Keep steady as you step inside: it's dark and the stones are slippery wet. Like a moth to a flame, look for the light and then walk, walk, walk. Do not repeat Orpheus' mistake, even as the goosebumps on your back whisper to you that the cave is watching.
Keep steady as you step inside: it's dark and the stones are slippery wet. Like a moth to a flame, look for the light and then walk, walk, walk. Do not repeat Orpheus' mistake, even as the goosebumps on your back whisper to you that the cave is watching.
January 5, 2025 at 3:45 PM
ALLEGORY OF THE CAVE-IN #photography
Keep steady as you step inside: it's dark and the stones are slippery wet. Like a moth to a flame, look for the light and then walk, walk, walk. Do not repeat Orpheus' mistake, even as the goosebumps on your back whisper to you that the cave is watching.
Keep steady as you step inside: it's dark and the stones are slippery wet. Like a moth to a flame, look for the light and then walk, walk, walk. Do not repeat Orpheus' mistake, even as the goosebumps on your back whisper to you that the cave is watching.
I’ve spent the last few months working on my GPT (General Purpose Typographer). It’s finally fully operational. #photography
January 4, 2025 at 2:35 PM
I’ve spent the last few months working on my GPT (General Purpose Typographer). It’s finally fully operational. #photography
HESITITILLATION (at the entrance) #photography
The sun was almost done for the day. I was given a post-it note by an unremarkable figure smoking in an alleyway. It had four words scribbled on it: BE HONEST TO YOURSELF.
The sun was almost done for the day. I was given a post-it note by an unremarkable figure smoking in an alleyway. It had four words scribbled on it: BE HONEST TO YOURSELF.
January 3, 2025 at 4:12 PM
HESITITILLATION (at the entrance) #photography
The sun was almost done for the day. I was given a post-it note by an unremarkable figure smoking in an alleyway. It had four words scribbled on it: BE HONEST TO YOURSELF.
The sun was almost done for the day. I was given a post-it note by an unremarkable figure smoking in an alleyway. It had four words scribbled on it: BE HONEST TO YOURSELF.
in the darkest of the night a portal opens
beaming bright, beautiful,
bereft of all darkness,
bespoke for you
#photography
beaming bright, beautiful,
bereft of all darkness,
bespoke for you
#photography
January 2, 2025 at 3:31 PM
in the darkest of the night a portal opens
beaming bright, beautiful,
bereft of all darkness,
bespoke for you
#photography
beaming bright, beautiful,
bereft of all darkness,
bespoke for you
#photography
we are set on a collision course, about to stumble into each other in the uncertainty of the night due to an unexpectedly mutual interest in scrolling through a New Yorker article about a great sandwich place on our way to the aforementioned place to grab something for dinner #photography
January 1, 2025 at 12:04 PM
we are set on a collision course, about to stumble into each other in the uncertainty of the night due to an unexpectedly mutual interest in scrolling through a New Yorker article about a great sandwich place on our way to the aforementioned place to grab something for dinner #photography
I've spotted the unexpected brushstroke of red in the midst of my paradise of leafy greens from the window. I've read the note you placed under the terracotta bowl of red begonias and I accept the invitation. #photography
January 1, 2025 at 10:17 AM
I've spotted the unexpected brushstroke of red in the midst of my paradise of leafy greens from the window. I've read the note you placed under the terracotta bowl of red begonias and I accept the invitation. #photography
the place where hands were held #photography
November 14, 2024 at 5:15 PM
the place where hands were held #photography
where we used to sneak to for a smoke #photography
November 13, 2024 at 5:42 PM
where we used to sneak to for a smoke #photography
LES CASCADEURS, CASCADING DOWN
the air is getting crisper and the forest is relentlessly raining its magic gold that crunches under your every step
#photography
the air is getting crisper and the forest is relentlessly raining its magic gold that crunches under your every step
#photography
November 12, 2024 at 6:06 PM
LES CASCADEURS, CASCADING DOWN
the air is getting crisper and the forest is relentlessly raining its magic gold that crunches under your every step
#photography
the air is getting crisper and the forest is relentlessly raining its magic gold that crunches under your every step
#photography
LIMINAL DIVISION, TURBULENT FLOW
boundaries and thresholds, enticing as you slow down and debate which way to go, getting used to the discomfort of staying on the edge instead of leaping off into a whirlpool of possibilities
#photography
boundaries and thresholds, enticing as you slow down and debate which way to go, getting used to the discomfort of staying on the edge instead of leaping off into a whirlpool of possibilities
#photography
November 5, 2024 at 9:47 PM
LIMINAL DIVISION, TURBULENT FLOW
boundaries and thresholds, enticing as you slow down and debate which way to go, getting used to the discomfort of staying on the edge instead of leaping off into a whirlpool of possibilities
#photography
boundaries and thresholds, enticing as you slow down and debate which way to go, getting used to the discomfort of staying on the edge instead of leaping off into a whirlpool of possibilities
#photography
imPOSTER SYNDROME
Day 22. They still haven’t raised any suspicions.
Day 22. They still haven’t raised any suspicions.
August 19, 2024 at 9:05 PM
imPOSTER SYNDROME
Day 22. They still haven’t raised any suspicions.
Day 22. They still haven’t raised any suspicions.
THE PASSER-BY: A FLEETING THOUGHT
Blink and you'll miss it. The morning sun warms up the promenade and goldens up the leaves. I stay awake, awaiting. Blink and you'll miss it. There is a change in the breeze as the air from the tunnel is pushed outside. Blink and you'll miss it.
Blink and you'll miss it. The morning sun warms up the promenade and goldens up the leaves. I stay awake, awaiting. Blink and you'll miss it. There is a change in the breeze as the air from the tunnel is pushed outside. Blink and you'll miss it.
July 31, 2024 at 8:32 PM
THE PASSER-BY: A FLEETING THOUGHT
Blink and you'll miss it. The morning sun warms up the promenade and goldens up the leaves. I stay awake, awaiting. Blink and you'll miss it. There is a change in the breeze as the air from the tunnel is pushed outside. Blink and you'll miss it.
Blink and you'll miss it. The morning sun warms up the promenade and goldens up the leaves. I stay awake, awaiting. Blink and you'll miss it. There is a change in the breeze as the air from the tunnel is pushed outside. Blink and you'll miss it.
The temple of photon hunters shines bright into the night. Akin to the tower of Babel, it does not care about what credo is stated on your light capturing box. Here, all are welcome: from the rare large format wanderers to the daily pocket glass slab adventurers.
July 18, 2024 at 8:35 PM
The temple of photon hunters shines bright into the night. Akin to the tower of Babel, it does not care about what credo is stated on your light capturing box. Here, all are welcome: from the rare large format wanderers to the daily pocket glass slab adventurers.
START IN ONE'S TRACKS 📷
Motion is the prerequisite to everything. The sights are set, the wind is blowing, and yet nothing happens if the sails are down. Rust and vegetation have nothing against any amount of velocity.
Motion is the prerequisite to everything. The sights are set, the wind is blowing, and yet nothing happens if the sails are down. Rust and vegetation have nothing against any amount of velocity.
April 19, 2024 at 6:01 PM
START IN ONE'S TRACKS 📷
Motion is the prerequisite to everything. The sights are set, the wind is blowing, and yet nothing happens if the sails are down. Rust and vegetation have nothing against any amount of velocity.
Motion is the prerequisite to everything. The sights are set, the wind is blowing, and yet nothing happens if the sails are down. Rust and vegetation have nothing against any amount of velocity.
LAYERED OUTLOOK
It dawns on me early in the morning, each level of meaning fainter than the next, fading into a haze as I try to recall it. On the surface, only the dark silhouette of the night forest awaits.
It dawns on me early in the morning, each level of meaning fainter than the next, fading into a haze as I try to recall it. On the surface, only the dark silhouette of the night forest awaits.
April 19, 2024 at 6:00 PM
LAYERED OUTLOOK
It dawns on me early in the morning, each level of meaning fainter than the next, fading into a haze as I try to recall it. On the surface, only the dark silhouette of the night forest awaits.
It dawns on me early in the morning, each level of meaning fainter than the next, fading into a haze as I try to recall it. On the surface, only the dark silhouette of the night forest awaits.
I speak into the empty sky and the turbulence in my voice leaves skylines of skyscrapers at each inflection. This is the city of my words, and it melts in silence.
January 29, 2024 at 10:14 PM
I speak into the empty sky and the turbulence in my voice leaves skylines of skyscrapers at each inflection. This is the city of my words, and it melts in silence.