Autumn Falls Sunset Mist
The Ride to the Falls is actually downhill here at the last...thought it would look a little funny flat as in reality it slopes down and to the right. Should I leave it real or level it out? Comments welcome. This is looking toward the Canadian Falls. It is behind Goat Island there in the foreground with the mist of the Canadian Falls rising in the back around the sun. Those are buildings from Niagra Falls, Ontario nearby. NOT HDR
THE OBSERVER (JHWatkins)
(Thanks to that great photographer and preacher Albert Einstein)
Standing…point in time…the observer changes what he sees.
Nothing is observed without changing it.
What do you see?
Beauty observed is beauty changed…
Observers see answers.
No answer is given without a question.
What do you change?
Observing, the observer is changed.
The observed changes the observer.
What do you change?
What do you see?
Observing is not limited by time…Time is a river…
Observers ride the river.
Eventually, what we observe becomes a part of us.
Observing…I have seen the Observer…
And truly…He has seen me.
James Watkins 11-13-2008
Autumn Falls Sunset Mist
The Ride to the Falls is actually downhill here at the last...thought it would look a little funny flat as in reality it slopes down and to the right. Should I leave it real or level it out? Comments welcome. This is looking toward the Canadian Falls. It is behind Goat Island there in the foreground with the mist of the Canadian Falls rising in the back around the sun. Those are buildings from Niagra Falls, Ontario nearby. NOT HDR
THE OBSERVER (JHWatkins)
(Thanks to that great photographer and preacher Albert Einstein)
Standing…point in time…the observer changes what he sees.
Nothing is observed without changing it.
What do you see?
Beauty observed is beauty changed…
Observers see answers.
No answer is given without a question.
What do you change?
Observing, the observer is changed.
The observed changes the observer.
What do you change?
What do you see?
Observing is not limited by time…Time is a river…
Observers ride the river.
Eventually, what we observe becomes a part of us.
Observing…I have seen the Observer…
And truly…He has seen me.
James Watkins 11-13-2008