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touch of nostalgia / touche de nostalgie
Obligation to see in large, tape "L"... :)
Only diptychs but double (4 photos mini)! Live colors, live of the night, my vision of story, the story of the max... My Max Stories
The original serie... My Stories
(Olympus EP-2 + Angenieux 25 0.95 + Voigtlander Nokton 50 1.1)
Week three of my copycat series and I decided to recreate one of the most recreated images I've seen youtuber fans emulate. The Mitchell Davis lighting touch photo. I wish I could link the link to his original photo, but sadly he has removed it from his flickr. But heres the image.
My junior high and early highschool years I was totally obsessed with Mitchell Davis (livalavalive) In this photo I'm actually wearing my Livelavalive shirt xD I was trying to figure out who I wanted to 'copycat' this week and I realized I HAD to emulate this famous photo.
Please check out my wacky outtake from on my Facebook Page.
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I would like to appologize to everyone that commented on the previous version of this photo, it had been edited on my laptop without proper software and without color calibration therefore it wasn't to my taste... I hope you like this one!
From the Special Dog Photography Workshop in Austria with Claudio Piccoli and Alicja Zmyslowska!
Taken with Claudios amazing 300 mm 2.8 lens
I don't usually take photos when I get on a plane, probably because I'm so used to it I just can't think of any way to make the photos look different from all the hundreds of photos there already are out there, but I when I get off the plane I always feel like I've wasted a great opportunity. This time I decided it was going to be different, I didn't know what, but I was going to take a photo that at least looked decent, and hopefully I've achieved that. A few days later, back home, I placed my hand on my bedroom window and took a photo of my hand.
The Studio 2.O
Spark - A Human Touch
Edit based on Kim's preset 'serendipitous'
My feet in my husband's gardening shoes :-)
Faith is taking the first step, even when you don't see the whole staircase.
Martin Luther King Jr.
FREEZING, Neumatt Basic Photography Class, 2010
This picture was taken in Geelong Beach, Melbourne, Australia
Thanks to Kinspop for your kindness
In the DAY 32 (22/08/2017) I visited the Dam of Fedaia and the homonymous artificial lake and I did a walk all around this dam and lake. It was a totally amazing and sunny day, with also some clouds, that all together gave to the landscapes a really amazing touch! As you can see, the colours were very vivid and incredible!
Here below, some links for the other pics of the DAY 32:
“Day 32 - Along the Main Fedaia Dam - Marmolada View in Vertical”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/25581175128/in/d....
“Day 32 - Fedaia Lake”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/24584784677/in/d....
“Day 32 - Along the Main Fedaia Dam - Porta Vescovo View”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/25581168798/in/d....
“Day 32 - Along the Main Fedaia Dam - Marmolada View in Horizontal”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/25581172328/in/d....
“Day 32 - Fedaia Lake 2”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/25581165398/in/d....
“Day 32 - At the Feet of the Fedaia Lake”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/24603564827/in/d....
“Day 32 - At the Feet of the Fedaia Lake, Again”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/38591657305/in/d....
“Day 32 - Different POV of Porta Vescovo”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/38591655345/in/d....
“Day 32 - The View From the Dam - Horizontal”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/38761726984/in/d....
“Day 32 - Porta Vescovo”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/38591650345/in/d....
“Day 32 - Fedaia Lake 3”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/39440087022/in/d....
“Day 32 - The View From the Dam - Vertical”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/24630049897/in/d....
“Day 32 - Along the little Dam - Horizontal”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/24630064037/in/d....
“Day 32 - The Colours of the Fedaia Lake”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/25627025858/in/d....
“Day 32 - Along the little Dam - Vertical”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/39467056462/in/d....
“Day 32 - The Colours of the Lake 2”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/24630053577/in/d....
“Day 32 - Fedaia Lake View from the little Dam”: www.flickr.com/photos/himynameispaolo182/39467051902/in/d....
We've had a touch of very warm weather last week (90's?!) my girls were on spring break so what else to do but pack up and head to the beach! I love the amazing light there. So ready to go back...but back to the daily grind today. :(
Oh and do you spy her handy mandy bandaid?? lol. Sometimes I don't edit out those little things...I like to remember them. :)
Sorry my friends, I have not been active/in touch.. Friends got married in Punta Cana. .had to miss the Indiana Blizzard.... With family and friends in the Dominican Republic
“So what is your story?” Nahla asked while idly and in bored fashion flipped through a random book sitting upon one of the desks.
“I’m just an Elf.” Solarawen replied, eyes shifted slightly over her left shoulder to the tiefling. “Don’t touch that.”
“Well, to look at you one would guess that but there is something a bit more about you. I see the scars along your shoulders and hands, what caused those?” Of course not listening to being told to stop touching things, she continued to flip through the pages while plopped into one of the not so comfortable wooden chairs. A soft protest of a squeak came from her shoulder where a small primate did it’s best to hide from the large white owl upon the elf's shoulder. Though Thalk’s golden eyes never left the small morsel’s position. Solarawen closed the book she had in her hands, a hesitant glance at the scars spoken of before she placed the book back and pulled another. “I mean, if I am going to be doing work for you the least you could do is give me a little information.”
“Information you would then turn and sell to someone else? After I am paying you gold to give me information on others?” Her tone did not sound accusatory, in fact it was rather even and blase throughout most of the conversations Nahla had with her.
“Gold is easy for me to come by,” A slight wave of the tiefling’s hand to dismiss the idea. “I’m curious and want a story instead. Your story. I mean, it isn’t like anyone is going to ask about you. No one even knows you yet nor do they probably care to. You’re just some random student so far. And even if they did, What would I tell them? A pretty elf had some curiosity but lacked the social skills to get to know them? I’d probably die and your story would die with me in the process of asking around. So why not? It is all the payment I am asking for. I’d say that is fair.” There was a sigh, that caused a smirk to curl on Nahla’s lips. She knew that sigh well enough to know she was about to get what was asked for.
A clap of the book and Solarawen turned around walking over to the table with an expression that Nahla couldn’t quite read. It wasn’t exactly annoyance nor was it amusement. In fact, something about it seemed almost sinister or devious in a way. That couldn’t be right, elves weren’t like that. So she thought.
“So what do you want to know?” The question posed as she settled down in a chair across the table. “About the scars? Or about where I am from? You have my name and my general information already. What is it you so desire that you would refuse gold in turn?” The tiefling licked her lips and leaned forward. The book in front of her was already forgotten and shoved to the wayside.
“Tell me about the scars. I’ve not seen scars like those before. How did you get them?”
“By meddling in magic before I was ready.” Nahla’s eyes squinted at the answer.
“Come on… More details, please.” Another sigh and the tiefling’s smile would grow to show her pointed teeth.
“When I was young I fell in love with a male who, in turn, fell in lust with me. All he wanted to do was have relations. Meanwhile I was trying to think of a future we both could have. Perhaps the naive nature of a younger self. While he was feeling me up, I was planning children and a home. I was daydreaming about how the introduction of him to my family would go. While that introduction got postponed time and time again. His choice of course. Until it could no longer be postponed because I was with a child.” Nahla raised a brow but was now intently listening.
“Everyone in Silverymoon knows my family are purists. Only elven blood in the family. As it turned out, my… choice in a male partner was not full elven blooded. He knew this of course, but chose to have his fun and when it came to the consequences… Well, he did not want to face the wrath of my mother for a child that would be… impure.” By this point of the story Nahla’s features changed slightly. Brows furrowed and head tilted with a hint of confusion in the expression on her face. She’d never heard of such a thing. The elves she had met throughout her life, at least the ones above ground, seemed to be tolerant if not loving of all life.
“So, this… partial elf decided that instead of facing down life as an outcast with me… because I would be exiled due to my child of course and lose everything. He decided to attempt to erase his mistake. To defend myself and my child I attempted to protect myself with magic I had not yet mastered. My mother caught us in the midst of battle and threw a chain lightning spell. She couldn’t have known what it would have done. At least I tell myself that. She was just trying to separate us. It killed him.” Solarawen nodded slightly. “And the baby. It went through one of my hands and out the other, which is where these scars came from. Instead of having me healed she insisted that the marks be left as a lesson. To what, I am not sure of. She claimed to not attempt magic without properly studying it first. Of which is true, had I studied it things might have gone differently. I might have chosen different spells or just misty stepped away and escaped with my and my baby’s life.” There was an awkward silence that followed before Solarawen stood back up and returned to the shelves she had been looking through already.
“I’m so sorry, Solarawen…”
“Don’t be. You now know I am not a simple naive elven maiden. Now, to business. I want to know of all the deity priests and priestesses within waterdeep. Just general information. I am not one for detailed stories.”
“As you wish.” Nahla stood up and brushed herself off. Though she agreed to it, she most likely would not seek out Solarawen again. Something about her didn’t seem right, and that instinct was what kept the orange haired tiefling intact for most of her life thus far. “You’ve a pleasant evening.” A polite bow of her horned head as she started to make her way out of the tower library. Thalk’s golden eyes stayed upon her and her little friend until they rounded the corner of a bookshelf.
“You too.” Solarawen muttered into yet another book. She was not a fool. She knew she’d never see the tiefling again. She’d have to find another way to gather information.