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À l'aube revenant · Francis Cabrel
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le Spectre de Brocken
Toutes les conditions étaient là: brumes en bas, soleil en haut et bas... plus qu'à attendre que Dame Nature m'offre le spectacle de mon ombre projetée au loin dans un halo dit anthélie ...
Il n'est visible que dans l'axe Soleil-obstacle-nuage
et suis redescendue dans la brume ... lol
Captured in: Captree State Park, Oak Beach, NY.
Instant Karma by John Lennon:
"Instant Karma's gonna get you
Gonna knock you right on the head
You better get yourself together
Pretty soon you're gonna be dead
What in the world you thinking of
Laughing in the face of love
What on earth you tryin' to do
It's up to you, yeah you."
Pictured here is the remains of the (aptly named) SS Instant Karma. Just as Mr. Lennon predicted, Instant Karma was knocked right upside her head (or bow), as she now lies forever in the shallows of the Captree Boat Basin.
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Image Details / Processing Information:
"Instant Karma" is a tone mapped HDR image constructed from 2 bracketed shots - 2 stop differential between each image.
Image processed w/ Photomatix, and finished using Photoshop CC -- which also includes the use of various Topaz lab plugins (including: Clean, Denoise, Adjust, Glow and LensFX).
Hier, visite de la roseraie de Blois et...Surprise, surprise...`
Désolée, je n'ai pas cherché le 4ème pied...
Yesterday, I visited "Garden's roses" and...surprise, surprise....
Sorry, I don't seek the fourth feet !!!
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CREPÚSCULO
En la tarde, en las horas del divino
crepúsculo sereno,
se pueblan de tinieblas los espacios
y las almas de sueños.
En estas horas de solemne calma
vagan los pensamientos
y buscan a la sombra de lo ignoto
la quietud y el silencio.
Bajan sobre las cosas de la vida
las sombras de lo eterno
y las almas emprenden su viaje
al país del recuerdo.
José Asunción Silva