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I felt free to take the picture of the freedoms on display in this scene.....
There cannot have been many who did not know that it was the 75th anniversary of the D Day landings.
This image was a complete fluke in it's origins,
i had shot 66715 "Valour" on the 6S94 Wembley-Irvine
( Caledonian Paper ) china clay slurry tanks.
Of course the freedom of the press springs to mind.
Any how, i thought to take a departing shot, "power on" after a crew change stop, and on reviewing it, i noticed this scene and cropped it out of the bigger picture.
Dyrhólaey (Icelandic for door hill island), formerly known by seamen as Cape Portland, is a small promonotory located on the south coast of Iceland, not far from the village Vík. It was formerly an island of volcanic origin, which is also known by the Icelandic word eyja meaning island.
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Dyrhólaey (isl. „Türlochinsel“) ist eine 115 m hoch aufragende Halbinsel im Süden Islands, etwa 6 km westlich von Vík í Mýrdal.
Das Kap, das zum Meer hin schroff abfällt, ist vor 80.000 Jahren bei einem submarinen Vulkanausbruch als Insel entstanden. Noch heute kann man leichten, am Gipfel aufsteigenden Schwefelverbindungsgeruch bemerken.
A young Amish woman escapes her daily chores temporarily with a short bareback horse ride.
I was driving a back road in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania when I saw this rider in the distance. I pulled over and realized I did not have time to grab the camera in the backseat with a longer lens so I took this shot before she got out of sight. The photo has been cropped so much that it is now too soft to be considered a good photo but I still really liked it. So my answer is to use a texture, and tell you the photo was crystal clear before I artistically used a texture for a visual effect.
"No borders, just horizons -- only freedom"
__ Amelia Earhart
A shiny new year, full of promise, is here!
La foto me mola, a pesar del desenfoque, ruido... etc..
Me encanta tener la posibilidad de hacer este tipo de fotos.
Looking at freedom as a personal right: Freedom is the right to work out a personal credo. In a sense, freedom is the right to breathe... the right to enough oxygen for personal life... the right to be enlightened or ignorant. I just received Mary Oliver's new book from my dearest friend, Evelyn - Upstream. On the back jacket cover is a quote that I feel must be Oliver's personal credo:
"Sometimes the desire to be lost again, as long ago, comes over me like a vapor. With growth into adulthood, responsibilities claimed me, so many heavy coats. I didn't choose them, I don't fault them, but it took time to reject them. Now in the spring I kneel, I put my face into the packets of violets, the dampness, the freshness, the sense of ever-ness. Something is wrong. I know it, if I don't keep my attention on eternity. May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream. May I look down upon the windflower and the bull thistle and the coreopsis, with the greatest respect."