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A perfect early morning among the singing birds and trees coming back to life after their winter slumber.
“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
-JRR Tolkien, LOTR
This photo is part from the Album "The Movies Sessions" © www.carlvanassche.com
photos are based on existing images
An old, and very small, farmhouse on the eastern plains of Colorado. I took the photo during the day, but the color version is quite boring. Elected to post-process in black and white. I'm quite certain I'll be going back time and time again until the lighting and sky are right.
End of Relay wrap up, links info and more photos at softpawthefairycat.blogspot.com/2022/06/1000-ways-to-hope...
The rocky shoreline is really exposed during low tide making way for great foregrounds. However, at high tide the shoreline changes somewhat. Instead the ocean begins to move inward and fills the area covering rocky formations and hiding what was once visible.
In this scene I was perched on one of the taller banks on the shore and prepared my composition. As the waves came crashing in I liked how the water would meet up in the sandy area below, swash around for a bit and then return out to sea. With each consecutive wave the water would meet, do its Tango, and then go their separate ways.
just slip out the back, jack
make a new plan, stan
no need to be coy, roy
just listen to me
hop on the bus, gus
don't need to discuss much
just drop off the key, lee
and set yourself free
lyrics.......paul simon
back door of the adelaide st courthouse, downtown toronto.
my thanks to everyone who came in or out the backdoor.....explore # 330
- Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag
- Merged CE Table by K-Putt, Jim2point0 and mgr.inz.
- Viggnete and DOF remover
- Post processing done in Reshade and Photoshop
- Hotsampling using SRWE
I dont have much time these days and the fact that I am playing human revolution (which was more troublesome to shot than I thought) isnt helping with screenshoting, so here is a shot I forgot to upload when I played black flag some weeks ago.
On 18 August, 2008 was like any other summer monsoon evening. I started out around 7 P.M. to try and catch a few lightning strikes. I postioned myself around the new Cochise County Courthouse Complex in hope of catching a strike using the building as a measure for depthness.I had some luck this past summer doing this with other objects. The storm's were passing through on the back side of the building and heading southward. I had captured two or three lightning strikes earlier in the evening from this same location. Around 9 P.M. I was about to call it a night when in a matter of a millisecond this strike happened. When the image appeared on my LCD I suprised how much detail there was in this strike. It was the last lightning strike that I saw that evening. I feel lucky, or call it fate that I stayed as long as I did, or I would have never gotten this shot.
Sometimes one looks up and all the elements seem to suggest that just for a moment you found yourself in the right place at the right time. At least that's the thought I had when finding this neatly laid out for me the other day wandering about after the snow...a seeming conspiracy of sorts to challenge the eye and compositional capabilities available in a brief, fleeting moment. I also thought at the time that the image might just make a decent black and white, the result below showing more potential than achievement in that it was simply a one-click procedure of conversion from the original. I'm certain it could be much better, thus the lead of the color version.
The scene also brought to mind the lead lyrics of a favorite song:
Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun...
To all my favorite valentines...shine on...
Five Ways station, Birmingham looking towards the city centre - with a tour boat from Gas Street Basin on the right.
A double dose of trees without them actually being in the shot. Just shadows and a reflection. This stream is a tributary to the Des Plaines River, taken near Lake Potawatomi in Wheeling, IL.
Here is a link to view my shots with the most "interestingness"
I saw my mother doing this many times when I was a young kid before we got electricity on the farm. Washing clothes,making lye soap or making cracklings when we butchered hogs. Always had her bonnet and apron on.
This was part of a demonstration at Ft Martin Scott Fredericksburg,Texas. There were a lot of young school children there learning how it used to be.
“But it is one thing to read about dragons and another to meet them.”
~ Ursula K. Le Guin, A Wizard of Earthsea
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Hair TRUTH Lake
Gown : TD Gothic Gown, Swank event
Make Up : Izzy
"We can recapture that sense of having just tumbled out to life on a new world by looking at our own world in unfamiliar ways.” ― Richard Dawkins, Unweaving the Rainbow: Science, Delusion and the Appetite for Wonder
With dull grey weather being so pervasive, I'm looking back at last winter's images. In this one, there's nothing extraordinary - i just remember that I liked the light when capturing the photo and took some artistic license in processing it - and that's where the above quote came to mind.
“The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.”
—Wallace Stevens, Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird
Happy Mono Monday!
No more no less
eaten away our days
for a hunger to reign
longing for carefree ways
battered by stormy words
the cruelty of which remains
from embittered souls
where spite never refrains
isn't life a pain, sometimes
our precious space and placement
that feels like home, for a time
until burgled by vitrolic intrusion and defacement
necessitates the sowing of boundaries
no longer fertilising a crop of outlandish vocabulary
closed to the ostentation of ineffable beings
their self-seeking bilge of vile preambulatory
they lead the way in singular arrogant quotation
free from depth, shallow by sly name
their midst be a dumping ground for ungraciousness;
a ruth outcrop crossed by their own disrespectful shame
it's becoming a world away
endured once, but no longer commensurate
for a verbal spillage once is a stain forever
upon the word of Earth such obloquy does supersaturate
our space, no more no less
free to respire without cause to choke
upon the stench of others wasteful tirades
our phoenix-Oak protects from all that the fox may provoke.
by anglia24
11h40: 09/03/2008
©2008anglia24