The Crossing
The Crossing
Big Country
Stand on the silence of mountains and
Wear out your welcome again
Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light
Piercing the senses that click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Build up great railways that run
Through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls
Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools
Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Had been watching Weatherzone for about 4 days, and the promise of fog at Campbelltown at 6am was consistent over that time. Off I went on my lonesome to shoot an old shed that I have had my eye on for sometime now. As you can see from the image above, that worked out well!!!! No Fog, the shed still looked good (I'll be back), so I strolled down the nearby firetrail to Freres crossing instead. Myself and a mate had been here a few years back, so it seemed like a good opportunity to go shoot it again. This is a 4 shot pano, stitched and edited in PS CS5. Hope you like "The Crossing". Cheers, Mike
The Crossing
The Crossing
Big Country
Stand on the silence of mountains and
Wear out your welcome again
Mornings hit hard with an uncontrollable light
Piercing the senses that click deep in the night
Crouched in a pillow of straw feet on the floor
Creeping a path to the mat that holds back the door
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Build up great railways that run
Through the horns of the moon
Hold up a city with cast iron museum walls
Explain your machines to the boys feed them with tools
Bring out the skill in your skin polish your hair
Pull straws with holy men
Stain all the atlas pink
And let us find a beach
Where we can cross our hearts
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Stand in the wind as the carousels spin
Wear out your welcome again
Stand on the silence of mountains
And take a look down to the sea
Had been watching Weatherzone for about 4 days, and the promise of fog at Campbelltown at 6am was consistent over that time. Off I went on my lonesome to shoot an old shed that I have had my eye on for sometime now. As you can see from the image above, that worked out well!!!! No Fog, the shed still looked good (I'll be back), so I strolled down the nearby firetrail to Freres crossing instead. Myself and a mate had been here a few years back, so it seemed like a good opportunity to go shoot it again. This is a 4 shot pano, stitched and edited in PS CS5. Hope you like "The Crossing". Cheers, Mike