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Lounge area inside an abandoned house left untouched for at least 30 years. The only thing sadder than this house is the drama I've seen by keeping it's whereabouts a secret.
Does any one else add way to much sprayable cheese on tiny crackers?
I actually hate this, but I just had to upload it hahah! It makes me smile :D
I might redo it; the processing turned out really bad.
Off to church <3
-later
To say things have been uneasy these last two weeks would be an understatement. Though he’s tried his best to hide it, deep down I can tell Bruce is more worried about what’s coming. It makes me feel as though I should be worried than I am, but life seems to be all good for me at this moment. Dad’s thinking of trying to buy a house here in Gotham and Steph’s been helping me on my patrols during the night. There have been numerous times we’ve been tempted to break up gatherings of the Crimson Cult but Bruce has insisted that we’re only to monitor them.
But there’s one way you can tell the pressure is absolutely getting to Bruce, as tonight he did something I never thought I’d see. He gave me the night off. Three years working with him, and I’ve never felt more concerned for him than when he told to take Steph to the fair. Most people would think I’m crazy and should be grateful he thinks I’m doing a good enough job to deserve time off, but most people don’t know Bruce Wayne.
He knows exactly what’s coming, and given how much it’s making him act out of character I’m not sure what to make of it. Alfred says it’s down to Damian that Bruce is so shaken up, and I can understand why. To find out you’ve spent over a month battling your own son whilst trying to protect Gotham would mess with, never mind someone who’s longed for a family since he was eight years old.
”You alright?”
”Yeah I’m just…”
”Worried about him again?”
”Is it that obvious?”
”Not really, I just know that look on your face.”
”Sorry. This is meant to be our moment of peace before it all goes to hell. The last thing you want is me moping about.”
”You’re concerned about what’s coming, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. An army of people with Bruce’s training isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time.”
”I’m just worried why I’m not afraid myself. If this is enough to unnerve Bruce, why don’t I feel that concern as well?”
”Maybe it’s because you know the truth. That deep down there’s nothing you guys can’t overcome together.”
I say nothing but pull a face at Steph, a subtler method of showing my distaste for her using such a cliché line to try and perk me up.
”Next thing you’ll know you’ll be saying with the power of friendship nothing is impossible.”
”Sorry for trying to cheer you up.”
With that Steph walks off the main street and into a nearby alley. Nice one Drake, you really put your foot in it there. As I race after her into the same alley I’m stopped by someone trying to sell me candy floss. It’s the second year where the Gotham county fair has been moved to inside the city following Joker’s flying fish incident two years ago. Boy I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that stench. But it was following that incident that Mayor Lincoln March decided to relocate the fair to the centre of Gotham city, that way ensuring the GCPD can increase security at the fair and also be in close proximity to Gotham should they be needed.
It was actually a rather inspired idea if I do say so myself, especially when you consider that the nearest half decent patch of land for hosting a fair is ten miles away from the actual city. Last thing this city needs is less cops on the streets, even with Bruce and I patrolling the rooftops. Jim absolutely loves the idea of the fair being based in the centre of Gotham as well as it means he has a good excuse to attend the fair.
You’d never have guessed that a fifty-two-year-old police commissioner would love attending a county fair where there’s so much that could easily go wrong, but I’ll be damned Jim Gordon loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who suggested the idea of moving the county fair to Lincoln at the time.
As I enter the alley that Steph had walked into, I can’t help but notice the troubled look on her face.
”Something up?”
”I swear I heard someone calling for help.”
”From inside one of these buildings?”
”Yeah, sounded like a male’s voice.”
”If someone’s committing a crime in such close proximity to the county fair it can’t be good thing.”
I remove my bag and pull out a set of gauntlets, my bo-staff and a spare mask. Ever since Damian told us that Ra’s was on his way Alfred’s insisted you always carry at least some way of protecting myself, at first I thought he was crazy but it looks like the old Brit was right…as usual. It’ll be handy now to cover my face and allow me to not hold back if there is something going on.
”You always carry your bo-staff with you?”
”Can never too safe these days.”
”Still that’s a little bit weird don’t you think?”
Did she really just say that? We both put on costumes and go out at night to fight crime. To say that this one particular thing is weird is the oddest thing she could possibly say.
”Sorry, stupid question.”
”There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.”
”It’s worrying how like him you sound at times.”
”Thanks. Catch.”
I pass her a set of gauntlets and a pair of escrima sticks that I ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s display of Dick’s spare Nightwing suit.
”Hoping for trouble?”
”Well you can never be safe these days, besides, we could use some excitement.”
She says nothing, but her smile says it all as she starts to put the gauntlets on.
”Alright, I’ll go in first. You stay back in case I need back up.”
”No mask for me?”
”Blame Barbra for that one. If she’d chosen to use a domino mask instead of a cowl I’d have brought you one.”
”I think you just want to have all the fun to yourself.”
”You can borrow mine if you really want.”
”No by all means, last thing I’d want is to spoil the one thing that’s made you smile all night.”
The sarcasm is blatant but I take her up on the offer and keep my domino mask on. With that I enter the nearby building with my bo-staff at the ready. The lights are off and without my suit to power it, the infrared on my mask is useless.
”Hello? Is there anyone in here?”
”Tim….Drake…..?”
Odd. Not everyday someone calls for help and then mentions you by name. That can’t be good.
”Who’s asking?”
Without a response the lights come on revealing that Steph’s been right behind since I entered the building. Damn it Steph this isn’t what I meant by watching my back. This must be what Bruce went through when he was training me, as boy did it wind him up badly when I interpreted ‘watch my back’ literally.
I look forward to see a figure clad in back wielding a katana, similar to the one used by Damian.
”Tim Drake. The great Ra’s Al-Ghul has scentenced you to death!”
He’s with the League.
I need to warn Bruce.
They’re here.
Before I have a chance to grab my phone out of my pocket the figure charges forward blade raised ready to strike.
”Tim watch out!”
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Just a bit of a public information announcement, I'll be picking up Brandon's roles to see Heir to the Demon through, starting off with this Robin issue. Sam (The_Lego_Guy) will continue strong with his Nightwing series (which you really should read) and hopefully you'll enjoy the final product we have crafted along with Brandon.
Thank you for your time!
These are the four bottles I chose for my first colour therapy session with my friend at his store Now and Zen in Kanazawahakkei.
Taking from the inside of Cirebon Keraton - Cirebon Palace.
Thanks for the views, comments & Faves ^__^
1. Blossoming Beauty!, 2. An Abstract to Chair You Up!, 3. Heralding a Bright New Tomorrow in New South Wales, 4. Sunset Over the Ridge Down from Mount Canobolas, 5. Passing Clouds in a New South Wales Sky, 6. 'E's a Diamond Geezer!, 7. Strawberries and Cream Rose!, 8. Stretching the Imagination....,
9. California Dreaming 2, 10. Booty?, 11. You Must Be Off Your Blueming Trolley!, 12. All But One...., 13. Family Outing!, 14. Cloud Diver, 15. No Longer the Sole of Discretion!, 16. I Had to Gain My Stripes Somehow!,
17. Which Way Did He Go?, 18. Holesome!, 19. Top Knob?, 20. Taking In the View at Pevensey Castle!, 21. Abstract Condensation!, 22. Browned Off....?, 23. The Long and the Short of It...., 24. Life on Mars,
25. Ghost Chair!, 26. Black Curve, White Light, 27. Red Sky at Night..., 28. Ball-istique!, 29. Along the Right Lines?, 30. Catching the Light - An East Sussex Landscape, 31. Lone Tree, Big Sky, 32. A Tearful Pinkerton Agent!,
33. I Could Only Stop and Stair!, 34. Incandescenza Dorata sul Mediterraneo!, 35. A Nice Little Orangement 3, 36. Leading You Up the Garden Path Again at Great Dixter!, 37. Givng Topiary the Bird at Great Dixter!, 38. Seeing Double at Great Dixter!, 39. An 'Arrowing Experience at Bodiam Castle, 40. Bodium Castle Inside Out!,
41. The Way Into Bodiam Castle, 42. Who Killed Mickey Mouse?, 43. Reflecting on a Brassy World...., 44. Out of the Blue at Great Comp Garden!, 45. Bubble Bath!, 46. "Hi Buddy" Said the Water Lily to Her Neighbour!, 47. Zig Zag, 48. A Little More than Level Pegging!,
49. Dahlia Smith!, 50. "To rid ourselves of our shadows - who we are - we must step into either total light or total darkness” Jeremy Preston Johnson, 51. Along the Right Lines, 52. Preparing for Take Off!, 53. Sailing into Dover as Viewed from St Margaret-at-Cliffe, 54. Tears from Heaven, 55. To Bee or Not to Bee, That Is the Question?, 56. Pink Rose in the Frame,
57. The Eyes Have It!, 58. Rediance!, 59. Stepping Up to Great Dixter!, 60. Oast House, Twisted Tree, Hedges & Border at Great Dixter, 61. A Veritable Flood of Tulips at Great Dixter!, 62. More of the Gardens & Back View of Great Dixter, 63. Red, White and Blue (+ a Little Yellow) at Great Dixter, 64. In the Pink at Great Dixter!,
65. A First Look at the Manor House at Great Dixter, 66. Leading You Down the Garden Path at Great Dixter!, 67. Bordering on Genius at Great Dixter!, 68. A Sideways View of a Part of Great Dixter, 69. Vainglorious Green?, 70. Our Bonny Lass!, 71. The Final Setting of the Sun at Bexhill-on-Sea, 72. Another Look Out to Sea at Bexhill-on-Sea
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I was a very naughty girl indeed and took just this one forbidden photo inside the Royal Pavilion-there was no copyrighted furniture or artworks in here and no attendant so I was quick and sneaky-I hope I don't get arrested now ! The whole place is just FABULOUS-the dining room was my favourite with its chandeliers and gilt and sumptuousness-this was my next favourite room
Hallgrímskirkja, Iceland's largest church building, in the middle of the city of Reykjavik, is notable for its architecture which on the inside sports sleek and simplified cathedral design more befitting the austerity of the Lutheran religion it is built for than traditional cathedrals. To me, the curves, ceiling recesses and wall columns almost look organic, like you are watching the skeletal anatomy of some kind of giant creature from within. I think this becomes even more apparent when you view the ceiling from a tilted angle like in this image. The illumination of the interior from the very well placed windows is always pleasing in this church, which is a reflection of good design.
The building was designed by Icelandic state architect Guðjón Samúelsson and was completed in 1986 after being under construction for four decades.
An evening spent sewing for dolls. ^^ A quick shot of one of the messy tables in my dolly room. Furniture in the background is Unoa size (slim MSD ball-joint dolls aka 43cm / 16'').
I confess the room's almost always very messy, with fabric, sewing and jewelry supplies, dolly clothing, shoes and magazines, not to mention my dolls, all over the place. There's lots of shelves and three working surfaces/tables. I do tidy them up when it gets too much but they quickly get messy again LOLOL.
Here are my Shiny Fairy, 2nd gen Licca, Nikki cat and Mini Lalaloopsy. Shiny Fairy's waiting for her newest dress, hence her almost naked state ("I've worn the one you made for two days already! Won't you make me another? *PUPPY EYES*" O_O LOLZ dolls, sometimes...), though so many of my dolls are in need of new clothes. I think Nikki behind her is saying: "Get in the line, girl!"
Canon 5d Mark III
Canon 85mm, 2,8
Model name: camelia maria lazar
Make-up: camelia maria lazar
year: 2013
location: Bucharest
light setup: one 580ex speedlight in softbox front
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The Vatican Museums (Italian: Musei Vaticani), in Viale Vaticano in Rome, inside the Vatican City, are among the greatest museums in the world, since they display works from the immense collection built up by the Roman Catholic Church throughout the centuries.
Pope Julius II founded the museums in the 16th century. The Sistine Chapel and the Stanze della Segnatura decorated by Raphael are on the visitor route through the Vatican Museums. They were visited by 4,310,083 people in the year 2007.
The Vatican Museums trace their origin to one marble sculpture, purchased 500 years ago. The sculpture of Laocoön, the priest who, according to Greek mythology, tried to convince the people of ancient Troy not to accept the Greeks' "gift" of a hollow horse, was discovered 14 January 1506, in a vineyard near the basilica of Santa Maria Maggiore in Rome. Pope Julius II sent Giuliano da Sangallo and Michelangelo Buonarroti, who were working at the Vatican, to examine the discovery. On their recommendation, the pope immediately purchased the sculpture from the vineyard owner. The pope put the sculpture of Laocoön and his sons in the grips of a sea serpent on public display at the Vatican exactly one month after its discovery.
The Museums celebrated their 500th anniversary in October 2006 by permanently opening the excavations of a Vatican Hill necropolis to the public.
Donato Bramante (1444 – March 11, 1514) was an Italian architect, who introduced the Early Renaissance style to Milan and the High Renaissance style to Rome, where his most famous design was St. Peter's Basilica.
The view of the dome inside of the historic Michigan State Capitol, designed by architect Elijah E. Myers in a neo-classical style.
Visible are a couple of the eight muses painted by Tommaso Juglaris, each representing something different in relation to the state.
1/11/08 - Relationships and friendships can cause more trouble than they do joy. Sometimes it's just best to try and get over things and the people who caused them, but it's never that easy. Scars don't fade right away and the bruises hurt for days but eventually they'll all go away. :)
take a ride <<< DO IT.
"So would you like to take a ride on the last free standing thought in my mind?
And I hope it won't get old, I highly recommend you bring an end to what your feeling inside."
- So They Say.
Pulsera realizada en cuero, zamak, rocallas y tupis de 3mm. No me la he quitado me encanta¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡¡El diseño es mío espero que os guste y gracias por comentar¡¡¡¡¡¡¡
199/365:15th January,2011
It is 125 years since Birmingham Museum and Art Gallery first opened its doors beneath the clock tower on Chamberlain Square. Inside you will find everything from Renaissance masterpieces to 9,000-year-old Middle Eastern treasures.
Ref:
Along the edge of the undercut bank, Coho salmon rest before the next set of rapids.
Nikon D90
Nikon DX AF Fisheye-Nikkor 10.5mm f/2.8G ED
Ikelite underwater housing
Ikelite wide-angle dome port
640 ASA
Con el cerebro quemado por poco uso. No puedes evitar el constante abuso. Sin tus pastillas estás perdida, perdida. Despega y vete, sin excusas.
Confusa, con la mente hecha un lío, se filtra. Boca abajo la ciudad parece tan gris...
Te curvas, convexa, torcida, y gritas. Levántate y vete, ¡muévete!
¿Qué es eso que viene colina abajo? ¿Es un monstruo?
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petit comité En nuestro interior todos tenemos luz y oscuridad. Lo que importa es qué parte decidimos potenciar
when I sail, I am free. there is wind in my hair. there is infinity beyond me; an endless expanse of horizons which are mine to capture and take for my own. I open my heart and I am daydreaming. I am alone, but it is happiness which breathes inside me. I could go forever, swept by the nature, and the wind and the tide. I have no limits. until my ship crumbles to ashes, and my body submerges, and I am one with the water. I have forever. we are always. I can teach you. I can show you the world. we can take a boat and be gone by tomorrow, my darling. take my hand. can you see the infinite sail? it is our guidance. it whispers to the wind and directs us. it flutters and it screeches, when we must change direction. we must listen to it, but it will keep us safe. wrap us in its canvas embrace and hold us tight, show us the world. so many nights I have seen the sun set beyond that sail, and sailed home into the dark. when we sail, we will be free as the birds that fly around us. free as the fish who swim beside us. the sea is ours. we are not in danger, because it knows us.
when I sail, I am free.
but I am also bound.
I am bound by the lake; it is not limitless, and there is only one horizon to sail toward. I am tied to the ribbons - the mainsheet, the jib, they wrap around my wrists and whisper soft seductions - reasons why I cannot let go. my life in my hands. my life in their hands. I am at the mercy of my ship. the main sail - it is threatening. it screeches commands and orders and moves, an untamed master of the water. it hits me, a bitter slap on bare skin, like a reprimand, because I am wrong. so many nights, I have seen storms dawn beyond that sail. the threatening wake. the dawn of the grey and blacks, and the fear that settles in the pit of my stomach. hello lightning, are you here to take me? but I am so far from the shore. so afraid. I have been afraid so many times in that water. none so much as one of the first times I was alone - my pico boat and I, commanding the water. adrenaline rushing and I was going so fast, my back was straight and my body upright, the ship on its side. I was racing, leaving nothing but a wake to trip over. I was nearing the shore, and I had to jibe. I had to. I thought I was ready, but the boat thought otherwise. my boat, I had thought, but I had no control. I tried to slow too fast. the mainsheet slipped too far, too sudden. the boat wavered and then tipped. I could see myself going in, I knew. I prepared myself for a dry capsize - I only had to get one leg over the boat, onto the daggerboard on the other side. I pulled my feet up, but they wouldn't move. the cold numbness that had set in had made me unaware that i was tangled in the boat's vines, my ankles wrapped in yards of mainsheet rope and various other catches that had accumulated at my feet. so careless, so afraid. still surging with the adrenaline. too late for dry capsize, my only other option was to jump. but I pulled at the vines and they only tightened. I was stuck. still soaring towards the shore. the boat tipped, fully, stopping it in its tracks, and the boom swings round. the flying metal bar smashes against my head, and for half a second, everything disappears. everything changes. and I am underneath. I am trapped. still stuck in the ropes. I scream and there are bubbles. I am underwater. the boat has turtled and is above me. I do not remember the next few seconds. I never will. but somehow, I am untangled. I break the surface. I am cold. I am shaking. there is no energy in my bones, and yet somehow my arms pull the boat upright. I remember being physically numb, and yet somehow this hurts. the weight of the boat increases - the mainsheet is soaked. and then I hear voices. they are shouting me to get back in the boat, but my arms will not just pull me over the sides. they won't function. I am shaking violently and soaked to the skin. there were no tears - I was still too energised, too adrenaline fuelled, to see how scared I'd been. eventually I get there. my arms find a last mite of will and drag me over the sides, and I collapse. they are yelling at me to sail again but they can wait a few seconds. I am gasping huge breaths of air. I don't know what just happened. I have never been so scared, and yet I know I'll be back on the water next week.
I miss sailing. Please exams be over soon, so I can get back to it? My two worst ones are tomorrow. I can't describe how worried I am about the fact I'm still procrastinating.
I write far too much on here. Some days I forget that it's a photography website.
is it wrong that i like this edit?
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raining again,
i love the rain,
for just sitting at home browsing flickr/tumblr,
but not for taking pictures,
for some odd reason.
i'm workin off three hours of sleep at the moment.
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OHOH
www.myspace.com/gabrielleaplin
llistenlisten please,
her voice is amazin.
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gahh thank you bella twist for the awesome testimony,
are you a writer? because you need to be, i read it and was like "woahwaoh!"
www.flickr.com/photos/bellatwist/
check her AMAZING stream out
Base para mouse feito em tecido com enchimento
Aqui www.elo7.com.br/item/AAD1E/
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Seja Honesto, Respeite os Direitos autorais do artista.
She remembers when she first got her wings
And how she opened up that day
she learned to sing
Then the colors came, erased the
black and white
And her whole world changed
when she realized
She's a butterfly, pretty as the crimson sky
Nothing's ever gonna bring her down
And everywhere she goes
Everybody knows she's so glad to be alive
She's a butterfly
Like the purest light in a darkened world
So much hope inside such a lovely girl
You should see her fly, it's almost magical
It makes you wanna cry, she's so beautiful
( Martina Mcbride )
The mosque is popularly known as the Blue Mosque for the blue tiles adorning the walls of its interior.At its lower levels and at every pier, the interior of the mosque is lined with more than 20,000 handmade İznik style ceramic tiles, made at Iznik (the ancient Nicaea) in more than fifty different tulip designs
The upper levels of the interior are dominated by blue paint. More than 200 stained glass windows with intricate designs admit natural light, today assisted by chandeliers. On the chandeliers, ostrich eggs are found that were meant to avoid cobwebs inside the mosque by repelling spiders.
Aquest és el status curiós de la catedral d'Oxford, la qual es troba dins de Christchurch College, i del qual n'és la capella també!
És la catedral medieval més petita d'Anglaterra.
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That's the curious position for the Oxford cathedral, which is located inside the grounds of Christchurch College, and also is its chapel.
It's England's smallest medieval cathedral.
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The view from inside, after sunrise, in New York City (NYC) from the Top of the Rock observation deck at the Rockefeller Center looking South towards the Empire State Building (ESB), Bank of America Tower, and lower Manhattan's skyline.
HDR - Nikon d300
Baku, Azerbaijan
**News Flash**
Reports have come in that a special 'Federation' team has rescued the hostages from the Turkish General Consulate. Although the area was cordoned off by police, amateur video and pictures have surfaced of black-clad soldiers entering the Consulate, coming out 15 minutes later with the 40-some hostages that had been held captive. The videos also show the soldiers being carried away by a 'Federation' military helicopter soon after, with three members being treated by medical personal and one being put inside a body bag.
We will have more as the story develops.
Grey interior courtesy of Mike, who apparently thinks embassies look like Soviet apartments.
For TOTW: I love my braces
For tHe VeNt: I hate my braces
My braces can suck my cock and swallow it whole.
Nah I’m kidding, they rock. But I guess my point is I cannot possibly pull off a “badass” or especially a “oh I’m so sexSAY” look while smoking a cigarette shot with these stupid assfuck braces on my teeth… right?
Right!!
I guess I could just pull my lips together and act like they aren’t there.
Nah, they are cute. Not that I’m trying to be cute. But I guess my peachy ass braces that are in the process of DESTROYING my gums and completely altering my eating habits are a good thing in the end.
I’ve only had the destructive teenage shits on my teeth for 6 days. But everyday I wake up with swollen gums and puffed out cheeks and go to myself:
“My teeth straightened by a tiny amount I cannot measure, yay!” But still . . . .
I have been tonguing a shitass spot the inside of my mouth since I got them on and I SWEAR TO GOD IT HAS GOTTEN MORE STRAIGHT!!
Maybe not.
Who cares?
There are worse things in life. A great friend of mine just got pregnant and is throwing up everyday. I’d rather live with a swollen ass cut up fucked up mouth including a teenage (not badass) smile than have to throw up everyday. And then 8 months later have to pass a ten-pound baby out of a tiny hole that is only used to taking in a penis or passing out pee.
It’s not so bad.
By Christmas 2010 these bitches will be not only paid off, they will be physically OFF of my teeth and I’ll have a rock star smile for all you fucks to witness.
Who cares really? It’s just for me. Right? I got them because my teeth were wearing incorrectly and my jaw clicks and locks and I wanted to correct it and be DONE with it.
Someone the other day asked me why I didn’t get invisasign. For those of you that don’t know, that is the braces-less option for adults that instructs you just wear this retainer type clear thing for 2 years and it straightens your teeth.
Shit.
I can’t even remember my head if it was attached. I’d lose that little stupid ass “invisalign” contraption more often than you forget to visit my stream.
I gotta go brush my teeth. Like I do after EVERY FUCKING MEAL NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fuck the food that gets caught in these monstrosities. Even eating a tiny piece of cheese haunts me forever until I attack it with a toothbrush.
Argh!!! I miss eating nuts!
That sounds really gay.
I love gay people.
I gotta go.
June 8th, 2009
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Jazz luminary Bob James visited the Miner Family Winery for a special dinner and concert last evening with GA guitarist Howard Paul. They performed inside the wine cave, which made the entire shoot quite a challenge since at times I had to explore my ISO 5,200-10,000 range.
I really enjoyed shooting this image because his piano sounded simply amazing from this vantage. This man is incredibly talented; Google him if you are curious about his music and long career. Impressive stuff.
Lens is the Sigma 10-20 at 20mm