Foggy Foggy Night by Vincent Van Gogh <<>> CMOS Color Noise Of Fog
The brilliant light illuminates the water droplets in the humid fog air. The scattered light shows up as color noise at this high ISO setting. There seems to be some verticality to the pixel's colors. I suspect that's a post processing illusion.
The title is a takeoff on the song:
"Vincent" is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", a reference to Van Gogh's painting The Starry Night. The song also describes different paintings done by the artist.
en.wikipedia.org
This song always makes me cry. Especially so now, after the sad murders of dear loved ones in Paris... A dear friend of mine in Paris has been writing me of her pain... Her words - her thoughts... her fears... her hopes... her tears are very moving and almost unbearable...
My photos of the Foggy Foggy Night and the morning nature walk in Sabino Canyon eased my mind, at least for a while...
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Songwriters: MCLEAN, DON
© Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: LyricFind
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Foggy Foggy Night by Vincent Van Gogh <<>> CMOS Color Noise Of Fog
The brilliant light illuminates the water droplets in the humid fog air. The scattered light shows up as color noise at this high ISO setting. There seems to be some verticality to the pixel's colors. I suspect that's a post processing illusion.
The title is a takeoff on the song:
"Vincent" is a song by Don McLean written as a tribute to Vincent van Gogh. It is also known by its opening line, "Starry Starry Night", a reference to Van Gogh's painting The Starry Night. The song also describes different paintings done by the artist.
en.wikipedia.org
This song always makes me cry. Especially so now, after the sad murders of dear loved ones in Paris... A dear friend of mine in Paris has been writing me of her pain... Her words - her thoughts... her fears... her hopes... her tears are very moving and almost unbearable...
My photos of the Foggy Foggy Night and the morning nature walk in Sabino Canyon eased my mind, at least for a while...
___________________________________
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can't forget
Like the strangers that you've met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they're not listening still
Perhaps they never will
Songwriters: MCLEAN, DON
© Universal Music Publishing Group
For non-commercial use only.
Data From: LyricFind
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IMG_8971 - Version 4