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Poznan, Poland
Early day wandering through the empty streets. Never seen it this empty, but it is -18c out, apparently I am the lone fool. But, the sunlight streaming through was gorgeous...not warm, but was pleasant to see.
Happy Sliders Sunday!!
texture thanks to Kerstin Frank www.flickr.com/photos/kerstinfrank-design/5683668494/
Long exposure with LEE Little Stopper (6 stops) and LEE ND0.6 (2 stops graduated) for Dyxum's April Foolishness Day 9
"..is the hobgoblin of little minds, adored by little statesmen and philosophers and divines... To be great is to be misunderstood." -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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It's foolish to try and control something you can not. Yet some try over and again, failing miserably along the way, the anger simmering until everything boils over into a big hot mess. Pretty this is not.
Somewhere in Philadelphia.
I shot this about 5 minutes before the park was closing one night. A CM was nice enough to let me in the Fast Pass line to take it. This area is set up so nice for the perfect picture. All you have to do is set up your tripod and go for it. I hope you enjoy.
I guess it was foolish of me to think that it was MY place, that I was the only one that knew about it and the only one that went there... but, yeah, I'm foolish. I thought that because it was off the road, where you couldn't see it, that it was safe. I never saw people there, except once, and they were hunters, not interested in my windows and barns. But the past few times I was there, I had suspicions.One time I purposely left something there, it was taken. The last time I was there, the barn door was ripped off, I thought that maybe it was from the storm. But today, I went back to the place that I affectionately refer to as "Goat Farm" for the first time since the big snow storm. I guess there are others that are are hardier than me... and they got there first.... and broke every window in the house, except for one. Not only did they break the glass, they knocked out the wooden panes too. The pretty white window frames, with the rippled glass, and a few cracked panes, where I frequently went to set up my props and where I took some of my favorite photos. I would open the windows for my photos, but always closed them, and shut the door when I left. Last fall, I discovered that the windows on the back of the house, that has a stone foundation, were every bit as good as the windows on the front of the house. Actually one of them became my very favorite window. They broke those too, and knocked out the wooden panes. The step stool that I found there, and stored in the basement, they broke that too. I'm sure we all have a certain subject that is our favorite thing to shoot, the thing that we always go back to, the thing that gives us the most joy and brings out our creativity and our best work. Mine is old, broken down houses ...windows and doors. Today, I walked away from that place, and while it's also foolish to cry over broken windows, I did anyway. I felt like maybe it's time to just put my camera away for awhile.The level of disappointment and disgust that I feel for people this week is pretty much off the charts. Maybe this is the Universe's way of telling me that it is time that I start working on my "Two Year Plan" and that I spend way too much time with my camera. Well, if that's the case... then, the Universe kind of sucks too. What the heck is wrong with people anyway? :' (
The smaller window on the right is the only one that remains intact. So sad. I'm sure they'll be back to break that one too, in time.