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My First Shot with Strobes
I now own the strobes and the remote triggers.
First shot.. i know almost nothing of strobes.. so looking forward to LOTS of help and suggestions form everyone!
This one has two Yongnuo YN-467 (one from front and one from behind-left.. the red color is coming from the strobe in the back fried behind a balloon (did not have gel or cellophane paper last night :D). Fired with RF-603.
comments / bricks welcome
Found this scene in the Nordari shop whilst out taking on the spring hunt,
Lusiadas (175, 70, 21)
Eartth Resident was sitting alone in the shop and I was captivated. The look was so utterly pensive. The mood spoke of waiting. Waiting for someone who would never come.
Thanks to Ozz Larrson for her fabulous textures! I've used t-6 here as it suggested the very 'shadows' I felt in the moment.
www.flickr.com/photos/ozzlarsson/3748273625/in/set-721576...
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Shadows Creepin In
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Waited for you
oh long these months.
Did you feel it 'cross the water?
Did you hear the thrum of my heart
beating its stacatto
rhythms to call you home?
Days in. Days out.
Tick tock
tick
tick.
Shadows creepin' in.
Tea.
Fresh leaf. Loose pack.
A cut of lemon and a drip of honey to soothe that flyboy throat.
I hear the Brits make a good cup. But it wasn't like here, was it?
The steam that spoke of the fields of your home.
Newmown hay and sun baked soil.
Rolling up to catch your nostrils and hold you tight.
Like a lovers arms.
Like my arms.
Sunbrown and sturdy.
The arms of the land that raised you up and waited,
open, patient, strong.
Cold is creepin' in Baby.
Cold is creepin' in.
Military heels came a'shuffling o'er our porch.
Bangin' on our gate.
'Don't open the door Charlie! '
Your voice. Clear and strong.
Like you'd been sittin' in the back room all day long.
'Cept I did.
And you weren't
and I now know what I never hoped to hear.
Got your tea ready now.
Fresh leaf, loose pack.
Best hurry home, darlin'.
Cold is creepin in.
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Poem by:Erielle Deschanel
www.youtube.com/watch?v=FA052fY2ehw&feature=relmfu
Kate Havelik - "Nowhere Warm"
(Nikon D80 - Sigma 18-200mm OS HSM - Focal Length = 18mm , F/stop = 3.5 ,
Exp. Time = 1/800 sec , ISO = 100 , Exp. Comp. = -0.7)
OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
Shot in colour. Converted to black and white. I like the contrast in the texture of the floor and the shadow and the differing angles
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Outlining a Theory of General Creativity . .
. . on a 'Pataphysical projectory
Entropy ≥ Memory ● Creativity ²
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Study of the day:
[...] Il y a deux espèces de multiplicité : celle des objets matériels, qui forme un nombre immédiatement, et celle des faits de conscience, qui ne saurait prendre l'aspect d'un nombre sans l'intermédiaire de quelque représentation symbolique [...] Il faut admettre deux conceptions, l'une qualitative, l'autre quantitative, de la différence entre le même et l'autre. [...]
[...] There are two types of multiplicity : the one of material objects, which form a number immediately, and the one of consciousness facts, which does not take the appearance of a number without the intermediary of some symbolic representation [...] We must admit two approaches, one qualitative, an other one quantitative, of the difference between the same and the other.[...]
( Henri Bergson - Essai sur les données immédiates de la conscience - 1889 )
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rectO-persO | E ≥ m.C² | co~errAnce | TiLt
Shot at night, illumination is from a streetlight. Images was several stops underexposed and "salvaged" in post.
Shadows of a large tree in the National Park, Georgetown, Guyana, South America. A man does his morning exercises in the distance.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and
melodious thoughts descend upon me?
- Walt Whitman, Song of the Open Road
this time nobody asked, but i thought i'd go ahead anyway and show how i do these ragged white borders. this is not the only way to do it, and is not even the only way i do it (some other variations are in my on the border set), but in case there's anybody who both cares and has not already figured it out (a narrow intersection, i'd guess), this gives the basic idea.
Dear Diary - legs, red shoes, shadow...cooling in the reflections thrown up by the rippling shallows...the perfect place to be at the tail end of a summer's day...