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This breath is not smooth, this mind not still.
The dust is heavy beneath the bed.
Even in the storm, I sit and breathe.
New life is near. I bow my head.
Best seen in B l a c k M a g i c
Here are a couple more slide AV images that I recently converted to digital
When I came back to Lower Antelope Canyon with my sister on the second day it was about two hours later in the day. Maybe I was up on the learning curve a little bit, but it seemed that the light in the canyon was much better for photography the second day than the first. The sandstone here is all the same reddish color -- it just shows variations in an image because of the amount and quality of the light that reaches it from the narrow opening high above.
Still dredging through the archives and working on my colour processing. I'm itching to get out and shoot again, bring on the Christmas holidays!!!!
Explore #133 - 14th December 2011
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X4
Lens: Canon EF-S 10-22mm f/3.5-4.5 USM
Exposure: 0.4 seconds
Aperture: f/16
Focal Length: 10mm
Filters: Cokin P121S
Me and my cousin heather, my remote was not working with the sun glaring at it, and making me upset. I was messing with flares all day, I think I still need some work lol
Please give me any and all constructive criticism! :)
It is only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it were the only one we had.
This is Rusty, one of Raptor Recovery Nebraska's educational birds. I didn't hear the particulars, but he lost one of his wingtips in some sort of accident, therefore he is unable to return to the wild. He was quite restless during the demonstration, occasionally falling off his handler's glove and hanging upside down until he could be flipped back up to his perch.
Single flash SB-600, on the rock to right of image, pointing up at Peggy.
Used nikon CLS -1.7 flash compensation
I have returned to old Spain once more…
not for pleasure, nor for leisure,
but to honor a debt of love.
Five years ago, on a day like today,
my grandma left this world,
alone, unseen,
a quiet casualty of COVID
and the walls that were built around us all.
Perhaps it was a death that could have been avoided.
But today, I walk toward her grave,
so she won’t feel alone,
so I’ll never forget
what she was to me.