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Torn Sky
What a difference twenty minutes, and thirty feet can make. Crepuscular rays raced across the scene as the clouds dropped and strafed across the rolling hills of Appalachia. The sun just behind the clouds, illuminating the scene, allowing hot sparks of sun to shine down on the mountains bellow. This is what dreams are made of, why these mountains are considered a fairy tail. Some mythic construct, blue haze, thick relentless fog, under a torn sky, this is what dreams are made of. Deep in the wilderness, breathing that fresh mountain air, if not for the occasional visitor, you may yet be convinced you’ve left home for middle earth.
Aperture: f9
ISO: 160
SS: 1/200th
Focal: 35mm
Fujinon 16-55mm
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Torn Sky
What a difference twenty minutes, and thirty feet can make. Crepuscular rays raced across the scene as the clouds dropped and strafed across the rolling hills of Appalachia. The sun just behind the clouds, illuminating the scene, allowing hot sparks of sun to shine down on the mountains bellow. This is what dreams are made of, why these mountains are considered a fairy tail. Some mythic construct, blue haze, thick relentless fog, under a torn sky, this is what dreams are made of. Deep in the wilderness, breathing that fresh mountain air, if not for the occasional visitor, you may yet be convinced you’ve left home for middle earth.
Aperture: f9
ISO: 160
SS: 1/200th
Focal: 35mm
Fujinon 16-55mm
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