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Nordkirchen Castle is a baroque palace complex in the south of Münsterland and is located a good 25 kilometers from Münster in the area of the municipality of Nordkirchen in the North Rhine-Westphalian district of Coesfeld. The listed moated castle is the largest and most important baroque residence in Westphalia and is also known as the "Westphalian Versailles" due to its dimensions and architectural design.
Five days of overcast skies and rain puts a damper on HDR photography.....and so one looks for inspiration through the window of one's vehicle.....
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*sings in Mulan*
When the day had come for him to finally see the outside world he ventured back into the small bathroom. He had to see it now. Slowly he reched out and tucked on the towel covering the mirror. He stared. Stared and stared at his own reflection, dropping the towel to the ground.
His face. He reached up towards it. It was gone. It was just gone. He had felt it but he had never dared to actually look at it and see how bad it was. Where once was a thick black beard now only hung a few strands of white hair barely resembling a beard. Where once his nose was, was now a hole. A black deep hole. He looked like he had been dead for a long, long time.
Tears ran down the red, peeled skin that stretched over pointy cheekbones.
Maybe, he thought- it was better this way. Better that Sophie and the Baby were still in that Cryopod. Sleeping the reality away.
They would've been scared of him! Hell, he was scared of himself.
He looked like a monster, like something from a movie or Video game but now. It was all a harsh reality.
The mirror shattered into a thousand pieces when his exposed knuckles hit the glass, cutting deep into his flesh as he screamed in agony and pain, his lonely voice echoing from the tiled walls of the underground Laboratory . He sank down to his knees, sobbing, crying...Nothing in this world would ever be the same. And as he looked down, reaching for a shard of mirror, lifting it up , looking at his reflection once more, he suddenly realized that he was, in fact, all alone now.
Bare tree branches reflected in a glass block window in Dartmouth. I love the electric play of light and reflections happening in each glass block, and the layered presence of the highlights on the glass blocks that intermingle with the off-set tree branch reflections in the top half of the image. Reflections are so visually engaging.
Digging out old reflections... or maybe not so much as scooping or pouring them out as Chris and Gavin suggested. Thanks, my friends, for teaching me the subtleties of the English language :)))
No, it's not gratuitous use of the Flood filter, there was plenty of lake in front of this temple; I simply rotated the scene 180 in Photoshop (plus a few other tweaks, of course).
Taken today: Wat Chalerm Prakiat. Nonthaburi.
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The Shot
Standard 3 exposure shot (+2..0..-2 EV) with tripod using Tamron 18-250mm lens
Photomatix
- Tonemapped generated HDR using detail enhancer option
Photoshop
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'curves' to increase the contrast
- Added 1 layer mask effect of 'saturation' (yellows) to increase the tone of the sunset
- Used 'unsharp mask on the background layer
IMG_1941 2024 06 09 file
>Reflections of "my" life<
test shot for 6/11/2024 Crazy Tuesday theme: Reflection(s)
(One good example of me losing out by not using some sort of grad filter. Towards the light which isn't good ).
Mellbreak at Crummock Water glows orange and mauve as the sun passes by the valley that holds Scale Force beyond the High Stile Range. This is from the Head of Buttermere. I can see where William Heaton Cooper got his fell colours from.!
This is the FAMOUS February 2008 ! Great for reflections.
Reflection patterns on plastic sheeting window winterizing that suggest the heads of two horses, one white, one dark, that merge into one.
...Cowries.
""I will add one more thing thing," said Gurdjieff: "Time is breath. Try to understand this." He said nothing further."
Anyone incapable of seeing thru this routine is going to be reborn as a novelist - Kerouac, 1954
Nopo 120PC, Ilford FP4+, PyrocatHD