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this is lit by the solitary led flashlight.
i shot this really late saturday night.
i need to post and run... but i'll be back.
on the blog: toomanytribbles.blogspot.com/2009/10/spirits.html
It was a tough first day out at the 61g lava ocean entry with Aaron, Zach, and Nick of Lava Light. The steam over the main lava flow was relentless offering very few glimpses of the lava. Instead we stared at glowing plumes of smoke 95% of the time.
Looking towards a closer shelf I noticed a smaller flow that seemingly wanted to break out. Trying to crack the surface open, I could see the luminous glow of the crack above it. Although I could not see the lava pouring into the ocean from this small outbreak I was able to see the glow on the water as the waves came crashing in. Trying to time an incoming wave I managed to capture this scene with a little bit of everything: glowing wave action, gnarled lava rock, and glowing vent of lava.
FORMME. Calling Spirits
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Landmark of the shop:
What's Lost Spirits, Whats Lost Spirits (88, 87, 888) - Moderado
Landmark of the sim:
What's Lost Spirits, Whats Lost Spirits (50, 20, 26) - Moderado
Woodland Spirits - seeming to creep its way along the woodland floor. Twisting and gripping the branches and vines.
One of those spooky early Autumn fallen trees that seem to move when you take your eye of them for a minute or two.
#Forest #Plant #Nature #Tranquility #Branch #Growth #TreeTrunk #Outdoors #Tree #Monochrome #Woodland
Dedicated to the ephemeral spirits who have reached their final destination.
Is it the thrill of the journey, the fulfillment of the dream, or both that make life complete?
YELLOW WILL UPLIFT YOUR SPIRITS, AND BRIGHTEN ANY DARK DAY YOU MAY HAVE
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Windy days are a sensory experience in many ways. I love being outdoors to absorb the energy and motion of wind. Love to feel the unseen pressure on my skin. Windy days in the cemetery provide all of that, but with an added touch that is somewhat unsettling. It has to do with seeing motion where there normally is none...where none is expected. That's all fine and good in my backyard. But here it always seems to catch me off guard. Not in the sense that I'm surrounded by ghosts (I am), but more to do with being the only living soul in the cemetery at any given time (I usually am). It can be startling to suddenly notice someone else there. More than once I've momentarily freaked out to find someone in close proximity while I was so engrossed with photography that I lost situational awareness. "How did this person get so close without my noticing?" I wonder. Funny part is I'm usually highly in tune with my locale while shooting; it's just that sometimes I drift off in thought, as I am right now...
Back to the wind. On this day I noticed small cyclones dancing about the cemetery. Miniature tornadoes is how I think of them, sucking up leaves and debris in a very small area and dragging them along for a ride before dropping them as they suddenly dissipate. Determined to photograph one of these whirlwinds, I set up on the edge of a large pile of dry leaves. I sat there for twenty minutes or more in hopes of a wind gust. Just as I decided to quit, a wind puffed up and a leaf cyclone appeared right in front of me. The effect raised goosebumps on both arms. Not from cold but from eeriness. It felt like getting breathed on by a ghost. And it was not a big stretch of imagination for me to visualize the flying leaves as spirits. I let the shutter click away as they enveloped me.