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This particular night produced some of the best images with the best light of any of the times I have been here before. I am still going through a bunch of them one at a time and some are gonna end up as black and whites. Getting the water in the foreground to coincide with the waves hitting the cliffs was almost impossible. I did the best with what I had to work with! I am calling it a week and will resume postings on Monday. Hope you all have an amazing weekend and get out there and explore your local areas...

Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II

Exposure 2

Aperture f/11.0

Focal Length 29 mm

ISO Speed 200

Exposure Bias 0 EV

The park is filled with an amazing history from the Pryor Mountain Wild Mustangs to the once working ranch that still exist within the park. The recreation area provides several wonderful locations to set up camp with our favorite being the view from our campsite at Barry's Landing. Multiple camp sites are located on top the canyon wall that offer amazing 360-degree views. It's one of the hidden gems that photographer's both amateur and professional alike enjoy capturing the canyon's dramatic chiseled landscapes, unlimited opportunities for wildlife sightings and spectacular color filled skies. Nothing beats sitting by the campfire in the Bighorn Canyon NRA.

Every Season Has Its Own Glory (JHWatkins) not hdr

Every season has its own glory,

Every purpose has its own time,

Every moment has its own story,

Every story has its own line.

I have walked deep into cities,

Shining brightly never to fail,

Listened to heart cries,

Lost in the morning,

Standing on corners

Stagnant and stale.

Where is the hope

That brought forth the laughter?

Where is the song?

The music unveiled?

Why are the choices so

Wasted and bitter?

Gathered in hatred,

Broken and pale.

I have seen (new) stars on the mountains,

Fed on the movement of heaven and earth-

Fired by the framework

Of perfect perspective,

Fueled by the turning of terrible truth.

Come now and sing of mists in the forest,

Sensual sonnets of songs in the dirt-

Come and behold the delicate balance

Of seasons and reasons and rhythms

And birth.

There are the voices lost in confusion,

Crushed in the thriving, deepening swale-

Calloused and cold the circling convenience,

Crippled commotion emotions prevail.

Beacons in quiet of last true performance,

Heralded nature in singular cause-

Perfect and pure

Though wasted and slandered.

Washed by confession

In smoldering awe.

Severed connections, squandered projections-

Revered reflections by stammering tongues-

Coined by controlling contriving convections,

In different directions now written in stone.

Now is the time to look to the heavens,

Now is the moment to take up the cause,

Now is the voice of blazing amazement,

Borne on the winds of the gathering storm.

Listen to stream, listen to forest,

Listen to flower, and staggering fawn-

Listen to voices rolling like thunder,

Come drink of the waters

And dance with the dawn.

Wrapped in the garments of natural beauty,

Facing the force of the burgeoning call-

Strong in the seasons of life and creation,

Firm on foundations that never will fall.

James Watkins 09-01-08

Wonderful beach viewed from the bridge.

Mountains (James Watkins)

mountains grand and gazing-

pillars standing tall-

piercing passioned histories-

hidden in their walls.

delving downward distances-

caverns large and small-

mutant molten metal streams-

fused before the fall.

decant demon-ed destinies-

cooling chasmed halls-

dinosaurs and diamond doors

in massive mirrored malls.

heavy, heaving voices

in paradisian sprawl-

fiery fumes of purity-

creation’s curtain call.

subatomic saturation,

soiled, synthetic signs.

righteous restoration

of prehistoric crimes.

tumultuous-

tempestuous-

waning, wasted pearl-

forethought, full and fragile-

foundation of the world.

hidden in the language

of nature’s cresting yore-

cracked beneath

the stress and strain-

crumbling at the core.

tiny tidbits torn and tumbling-

wiggling in the storm-

recipes and remedies-

chemically reborn.

thickened soups and swirling haze-

brooding-steaming-scorn-

clashing reams of violent schemes-

valleys ripped and torn.

balance within balances,

scrambled eggs at last-

gushing geysered marbled mud

borne before the blast.

consciences of scientists,

syncopated scuds-

bothered by the missing mass-

baffled by the blood.

leaping lemon lizards-

the barn is nearly full-

the hay is neatly in a stack-

the baby’s come full term!

common commonalities,

full circle’s come at last.

see the story in the hills-

yield before your past.

something’s broken,

something’s missing,

something’s come and gone-

something’s at the doorway-

someone’s on the phone.

someone’s at the table-

someone’s on the floor-

someone’s grass

is full of gas-

classical-and more!

rhyming with the timing,

balancing the board-

signals of a sequenced strike,

calm before the storm.

mysteries are meaningful,

when looking at the past.

the scene is somewhat circular,

when stage is come to last.

weakened, muzzled monkeys,

dance before your lord.

the gift of grace is growing cold

squirming on sword.

commentaried cavemen,

come into the fold.

your ears can hear-

your eyes can see-

so come in from the cold.

and listen with some latitude-

to knowledge held in store.

fashioned in the faceless stone

of ancient ocean floor.

squeezed in myriad molecule,

the battle rages on-

raving reverence in reverse

its relevance reformed.

and bow before the evidence-

the courtroom is restored,

through judgment passed,

the script is cast,

in elementary score.

rain fire, you veined volcanoes-

your statement’s on the floor-

and advertise what you surmise-

from secret silent store.

you’ve waltzed in dazzled wonderment-

and touched your maker’s hand,

in timeless thought-

before the fault-

and listened to the plan.

to bring all things to unity-

from eons vile and vast-

to bless-ed end

the future bends,

with glory

unsurpassed.

James Watkins May 2005

I was taking several candid shot, when she looked over and smiled. Such a photogenic young woman.

Emily is one of the most photogenic people I've had the pleasure to candidly capture. Her natural beauty is obvious...and it is matched by a wonderful personality. The slight sun burn just adds to it all.

Hand Held 1 second exposure ISO 200, F22

Zwischen den Ästen und Schilfrohr hindurch, sitz es ruhig und andächtig da; das Rotkehlchen...

Taken on very hot July afternoon in Chicago's Millennium Park. Love the smile, the freckles, the blue eyes, and of course the red hair. A true natural beauty!

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Off the side of a side road down an old country road somewhere in Washington state is this little slice of heaven. When I arrived there was more fog in the trees in the back but by the time I walked down to the water and set up most of it had left.

Fall is upon us now and I am really looking forward to getting back out into the Gorge and surrounding areas away from the cars and city lights....Summer was good to me in the sense I got to shoot lots of night skies. In my heart still lies a place for scenes like this!

Camera Canon EOS 5D Mark II

Exposure 0.3

Aperture f/10.0

Focal Length 17 mm

ISO Speed 160

Exposure Bias 0 EV

No make up...just natural beauty! What a smile!

One of the performers at the Subdued Stringband Jamboree relaxing a bit before her performance. Love the thoughtfulness of her gaze.

Great music, superb venue, perfect summer weather...what more could a young woman want! Taken at the Subdued Stringband Jamboree.

Two sisters dancing when the sax and trumpet player leave the stage and parade through the audience.

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1) Taken @ Hinckley Reservation in Hinckley Township, Ohio.

2) Read the comments for full photo explanation.

3) Has anyone ever seen a raccoon that looks like this (unmasked)??

I usually don't bother head shot candids when my subject is wearing sunglasses; the eyes are so important in conveying emotions. This case is different.

I was intrigued by her very confident demeanour as she approached. Listening to her music and seeming to be completely in control.

She was sitting in the sun, reading her tablet, and appeared to be lost in thought. I like how the light and shadow of the summer day accentuated her natural beauty.

She was sitting under a red umbrella in the afternoon sun. Love how its red hue softens her features. And, what a lovely, natural smile.

Standing under the hatch of their SUV as the rain begins at the 2018 Subdued Stringband Jamboree.

Sitting under an awning tent in the mid-afternoon summer sun. She leaned back to talk with a friend and I caught this candid moment. I like how the softer light, highlights her natural beauty.

A server working the outside patio of a popular local restaurant. She seemed to be enjoying the sunny day as much as her customers! I was using my Nikkor 70-300mm lens from about 12-15 metres away. Which of these, this one or the one above, do you prefer?

The same women as the previous post only this time on her way to the tree to meet a friend. Once again, I like the light at this time of day and year.

Which of the two postings do you prefer?

I don't know the name of these flowers, but they sure are beautiful!

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Sitting in front of the Four Seasons in Vancouver. Her text books indicated she was studying fashion...her simple, yet unique outfit seems to confirms this. I was struck by her serene expression and naturally beautiful complexion.

My younger daughter Mollie getting ready to leave for her HS graduation dinner-dance. I was 'assigned' to take photos. Fortunately I got this unposed shot.

One of the delightful servers at our local pub. She had just finished delivering some beers and ducked into the shade of a patio umbrella to unmask. Love the slightly subdued light.

She worked her tail off and always was always smiling! Love the hint of eye glitter. Taken at the Mission (BC) Folk Festival.

Roxy Tahiti Surf Trip

Antonina

Antonina

Timeless...

Roxy Tahiti Surf Trip

She has the most infectious smile and perfect complexion! I just had to get this shot. She is the walking embodiment of 'natural beauty'.

Another close-up from this summer's Subdued Stringband Jamboree in Demming Washington. She was listening very intently...and yes, she had a beautiful smile; I just didn't capture it just right!