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Light Patterns depth of field results from a telephoto lens creates this broken appearance in the back ground, late Summer shadows, found in North Carolina.
I took this shot of an Eastern Phoebe sitting on the railing of the boardwalk at the Sackville Waterfowl Sanctuary. I focused on the bird, then later saw that this photo is an excellent display of depth of field -DSC_4878
Forget-Me-Not | Myosotis sp. | Boraginaceae
Samsung NX1 & Helios 44-2 - 58mm f/2
10mm Macro Tube | f/2.8 | Manual Focus | Available Light | Handheld
All Rights Reserved. © Nick Cowling 2017.
Taken BC (before coronavirus) In July 2019 at the National Gallery Victoria when I was attending a Meetup for the Walk and Shoot group. Our theme was composition.
Germany. In the woods called "Schönbuch" nearby the City of Stuttgart.
SONY A7II (ILCE-7M2) with e-mount adapted old projection lens Leitz COLORPLAN CF 2.5/90. Sony full-frame in body image stabilization ON. ISO 100. 1/200s. Self made round aperture of about f/4.5 placed in the light beam. Manual mode. The lens (in this case on a Sony a6000) can be seen here --> Colorplan lens.
More photos of this mini sequence with this camera/lens combination can be found here: ---> In The Woods (1) and In The Woods (2).
Feel free to visit my albums. All my old lenses can be found there.
Depth over distance every time, my dear
And this tree of ours may grow tall in the woods
But it's the roots that will bind us here
To the ground
Depth over distance was all I asked of you
And I may be foolish to fall as I do
Still there's strength in the blindness you fear
If you're coming too
If you're coming too
Hold on, wait until that lone sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
Depth over distance was all I asked of you
And everybody round here's acting like a stone
Still there's things I'd do, darling, I'd go blind for you
If you let grow sometimes, let it grow sometimes, let it grow
Just let it grow sometimes
Hold on, wait until that lone sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
Depth over distance every time, my dear,
And I may be foolish to fall as I do
Still there's strength in the blindness you fear
If you're coming too, hmm
If you're coming too
Hold on, wait until that lone sun
Breaks from the arms of the Lord
Hold on, though we may be too young
To know this ride we're on
To know this ride we're on
To know this ride we're on
Ben Howard
A man alone on the cliffs, a silhouette against the darkening sky, the waves crashing far below, their mournful roar rising like the echoes of forgotten grief, each tide a reminder of his sorrow.
Above, a seagull passed aimlessly, their shadow brushing the stone like fleeting memories, untouched by the weight of his sorrow.
The sea, infinite and unyielding, stretched endlessly before him, cold and indifferent, a reflection of the depth of his loneliness, the tide relentless in its rhythm, as if mocking his stillness.
He lingered there, eyes hollow, staring into the abyss, as though pleading for it to speak, to give meaning to the silence that consumed him, to the sorrow that the tide could never wash away.
by bes~• Morocco 09/24
bliss .l. people among us
Nearly three months separates the photos in this composite. Yet it feels like much less in my increasingly contorted perspective of time. As a child I would sometimes spin in circles. I loved the momentary sense of imbalance before my senses fell back into rhythm. The passage of time gives me the a similar sense of imbalance. However these days the normal rhythm is never fully restored. I stumble from one season into the next with a failing sense of comprehension about the progression.
Photography at least provides me with a tangible set of way posts to mark my journey. My phone in particular offers an amazing visual tracking of life moments. I often cross through the camera roll quickly. It creates a weird motion blur where you can't really focus on a single image. Rather I discern only shapes and colors that correlate in part to the season in which the pictures were taken. Another trick is to zoom way out until hundreds of photos appear in miniature. Love seeing my recent life translated into to a mosaic, billions of pixels. Individually indiscernible, but collectively representing my daily experiences on the pathway of life.
Standing on the edge off this woodland pond the other day, I was struck by the cold and barren bleakness. I thought back to that brilliant October day when I stood in this exact same spot. The scene literally burst into vibrant and joyous color. This composite conveys that joy, but in a shocking, even disturbing juxtaposition. It put me in mind of the explosion of an underwater depth charge. Yet another unwanted time marker passing me by.
... for the early bees and the gardener
and for a Peaceful Bokeh Wednesday
with these woodland crocuses / Elfen-Krokusse (Crocus tommasinianus)
in our garden - Frankfurt-Nordend
"Life would be so sad and boring if there were never any wonderful and sometimes painful and difficult opportunities for growth.
It is in the growing and the changing and the stretching and the soul exercise that the biggest joys come.
So keep your head up...keep sweatin' through the soul lunges.
You are spectacularly fit for the challenge...you really are. You can do this."
~The Universe ♥
"Really...?"
~Me