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The morning sun illuminates the countryside near Geraldine, Montana.
The quality of light here in eastern Montana is almost always superb...when the sun is shining that is.
On any given morning the horizontal rays of the sun will toss an eerie glow all around you. The morning sun Geraldine, for reasons I'm not quite sure, seems to be even more spectacular. Perhaps it is the way the dust from the unusually active gravel roads diffuses the rays of light. Maybe it is because nearby Square Butte acts as one giant reflector.
I don't know.
But what I do know is that there is seldom an opportunity when driving through Geraldine early in the morning that I don't find the sun's light absolutely breathtaking.
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It was my intention on this longest day of the year, June 21st, to
take in every last moment of light, and it did not disappoint on this
fine night... Summer has finally arrived ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
(one more photo in the comments)
Every once in a while you find one sitting out in the open at eye level in dramatic sunset light. And by "every once in a while" I actually mean exactly once. Last night. Boom.
South of Vatnsfjörður and heading across Breiðajörður towards Flatey on the Eimskip ferry “Baldur”.
Pic taken looking due west into the Greenland Sea with the headland of Blankur (477m) closest with (probably) the point at Ytranes furthest to sunward. Westfjörds, Iceland.
September 2017
Fuji X-T2, XF23/1.4, 1/1000th sec at f/8.0, ISO 100
This is an outtake from a company portrait session. It was a little too harsh for a business photo, but I liked it.
Strobist:
3' gridded octabox directly over model's head
14" softbox directly above camera
bare flash with 3 stop nd gel on background
My favourite picture from the session.
5D + 24-70 f.28L
F14 1/250 ISO100
Went above the sync speed a little to keyshift about 2.5 stops.
580EXII + 430EXII into a 43" shoot through umbrella in front of the model slightly to camera left, triggered by Cybersync.
Another from a productive and unbelievably stunning morning up Lingmoor Fell - Overlooking Elterwater and Windermere.
Denkmal am Viktualienmarkt in München. Die Skulptur zeigt eine sitzende Figur mit einem Buch in der Hand.
High contrast black and white photograph of a domestic cat illuminated by directional light, creating dramatic shadows and abstract visual patterns within an indoor environment.
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Strong autumn sunshine lights up the autumn colours in the foreground in this view down Bail Hill towards Middleton in Teesdale
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Some extraordinary lighting conditions as very brief periods during which the sun almost breaks through the cloud cover create a dramatic view up the dale. Cronkley Scar emerges from the murk and drizzle as a shower clears away. West and East Force Gath farms on the hillside in the distance, High Force Hotel in front of the conifer plantation. Taken from Stable Edge above Newbiggin.
A woman stands in the hush between breath and revelation, wrapped in a red floral garment that glows like a living ember against a deep teal sky. Her gaze is steady, unhurried, carrying the weight of stories she has not yet spoken. Light gathers along her cheekbones and collarbones like a whispered coronation, framing her as both witness and omen. She is the stillness before a vow, the warmth before a flame, the memory of a summer that refuses to fade. In this portrait, she becomes a quiet storm in human form — poised, luminous, and unbroken.
I. She rises from the hush where forgotten summers sleep, A red petaled ember in the cool breath of dawn. Her silence is a lantern carried through old storms, Her gaze the oath the world has yet to earn.
II. Light crowns her gently, as if remembering her name, Tracing the map of every vow she never spoke. She stands between the pulse of dusk and revelation, A quiet fire learning the shape of its own flame.
III. The teal horizon leans close to hear her breathing, As though the sky itself were waiting on her word. She is the echo of a promise carved in warm air, A soft thunder wrapped in the calm of her shoulders.
IV. Her garments bloom like stories stitched in scarlet, Petals whispering of journeys she carries in her bones. She is the keeper of unlit lanterns and gentle tempests, A woman forged from the hush before a storm breaks.
V. Gold rests at her throat like a memory of sunlight, A small constellation tethered to her heartbeat. She wears it not as ornament but as testament, Proof that even quiet souls can shine unbidden.
VI. Her shadow falls like a poem learning to speak, Soft, deliberate, shaped by the weight of becoming. She is the calm that teaches storms to listen, The warmth that teaches night to soften.
VII. In her stillness, the world remembers its rhythm, The slow turning of seasons, the patience of dawn. She is the breath between truth and confession, A gentle force that bends the moment toward wonder.
VIII. And so she stands — ember crowned, storm forged, A quiet miracle carved in red and gold. The sky leans in, the light holds its breath, For she is the story that begins with a single gaze.
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The whitewashed Peghorn Lodge farm stands out as a dot on the hillside with a snow covered Meldon Hill (767m, 2517ft) in the background.
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Golden hour deepens into blue as the wooden planks of Pier 7 stretch forward in perfect symmetry, guiding the eye toward the distant hills across the bay. Rows of vintage lampposts glow warmly along both sides, creating a rhythmic procession of lights that shimmer across the calm water. Seagulls perch along the railings, quietly observing the early-morning stillness as the Bay Bridge rises to the right, its cables catching the last threads of twilight. Soft gradients of orange, gold, and indigo paint the sky, echoing across the rippling reflections below. The atmosphere feels contemplative, almost cinematic—a quiet moment in a city that’s usually anything but.
Dramatic light over the waterfront in Trieste, Italy.
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It wasn’t the fall… it was the moment.
That exact second when the shot glass stops being an object and becomes motion, chaos, liquid light spilling out of control.
Amber flows like fire, capturing reddish flashes as it escapes, while the marked glass, fragile and exposed, holds the memory of the impact.
There is no going back.
Only the beauty of the unrepeatable.
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The moment seduces.
Excess drags you down.
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Amber shines…
but not everything that shines can be controlled.
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One gesture.
One second.
One decision.
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Drink wisely.
Feel slowly.
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If you drink, don’t drive.
Let the only impact… be the light.
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Elegance lies in knowing when to stop.
Before the fall.
FR Dans la pénombre, elle semble suspendue entre la prière et la révolte.
Le voile derrière elle devient souffle, tempête, mémoire.
Chaque geste porte le poids du rejet, mais aussi celui d’un cœur qui refuse de s’éteindre.
Cette scène ne raconte pas seulement une tragédie.
Elle parle de ceux qu’on regarde sans vraiment les voir,
de la beauté née dans les marges,
de la lumière qui survit malgré les jugements.
Même à genoux, elle demeure immense.
EN In the half-light, she seems suspended between prayer and defiance.
The veil behind her becomes breath, storm, memory.
Every gesture carries the weight of rejection, yet also the strength of a heart refusing to fade.
This scene is not only about tragedy.
It speaks of those who are seen without ever truly being understood,
of beauty born at the edges,
of light surviving despite judgment.
Even on her knees, she remains immense.
Sunset ~ Florida Everglades U.S.A.
Summer 2015 ~ Palm Beach County
Fire-light Sunset ~ South Florida
(four more photos of this night in the comments)
[revisiting a great summer sunset from this August with
secondary images that I didn't post the first time around]
Prozac: In the foreground and in the background!
Taken for the Active Assignment Weekly! group. This week's assignment: Dramatic Lighting.
What it took+strobist info: I wanted to go for the dare and different to other times do most of the effects during shooting and not in post-processing. So I set my 50 mm prime to wide open (f/1.4) to get a shallow DOF, took the glass of one of our frames to put the formula on and put a flash on the floor between me and the glass which was tiggered at 1/32 and straight up. That way I was lit from front while the glass was lit from back which is the only way to avoid nasty reflections (I also put on a polarization filter but for this kind of reflections it works not at all). In the RAW processing I deselected the lens correction feature to keep the heavy vignette and emphasized the contrast afterwards for even a little more "drama" (I am having a hard time to really use "out of camera").
Was it an accident or intentional? Will we ever know?
It's a humorous picture. I borrowed the golf club because golf isn't one of my favorite sports.
Clouds fly over Chamberlain Square and Big Brum in Birmingham.
Chamberlain Square or Chamberlain Place is a public square in central Birmingham, England. It includes the Birmingham Central Library, Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery, Birmingham Town Hall and Big Brum(the clock)
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As the sky clears, strong late autumn sunshine and a dark sky background create a dramatic view of these roadside larch trees at Wycliffe.
FR Il y a des instants où le corps ne danse plus, il explose en émotions.
Chaque mouvement semble naître d’un combat intérieur, d’une tension invisible qui traverse l’espace et consume le silence.
Cette danseuse dégage une énergie presque sauvage, à la fois maîtrisée et instinctive.
La lumière découpe les gestes, révèle la puissance du mouvement et transforme la scène en territoire d’expression pure.
EN There are moments when the body no longer dances and it erupts with emotion.
Every movement seems born from an inner struggle, an invisible tension flowing through space and consuming the silence.
This dancer radiates an almost untamed energy, both controlled and instinctive.
The light carves through each gesture, revealing the power of movement and transforming the stage into a space of pure expression.
11 Days to wander the northern part of Norway on my own with only my camera and a rental car to keep my company. It was a magnificent road trip that took me to the tip of Lofoten, into the winding fjords of Senja, and through the surrounding fjords. The weather was challenging most days, but also delivered incredible natural light.
A quiet moment. A heavy one.
Playing with low light and shadows again - this time with darker mood.
Shot on Canon EOS RP 85mm f/2
Edited on Affinity Photo
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Perhaps photography and sport have more in common than it seems. A fraction of a second, the right decision, or a small detail can change the outcome of a competition. In the same way, a subtle variation in light, framing, or point of view can transform an image. In both sport and photography, the difference between something that inspires emotion and something that goes unnoticed may lie in a single decision. And perhaps that is precisely what victory is.
Like the legendary grains of wheat on the chessboard, the number of possible paths is almost beyond comprehension. Yet in the end, only one leads to victory.
According to an ancient legend, the inventor of chess asked a king for a reward: one grain of wheat on the first square of the board, two on the second, four on the third, and so on, doubling the amount on each of the sixty-four squares. What seemed like a modest request soon revealed an unimaginable number.
Chess follows the same principle. Every move multiplies the possibilities, opening new paths and closing others. From a position with countless potential futures, each decision narrows the way forward.
In this macro image, the knight appears to surge ahead, dominating the scene as it advances toward its objective. Yet behind that apparent certainty lies a universe of choices, calculations, risks, and opportunities.
A monochrome hush holds her in its palm—hair sculpted in vintage waves, lips set with the quiet certainty of someone who has already outlived the world’s first impression of her. The chain around her neck glints like a promise she forged herself, heart shaped pendants catching the light as if they remember every vow she never voiced aloud. The contrast is deliberate, the shadows intentional: an old Hollywood invocation rendered with modern resolve. She is not posing; she is declaring—softly, steadily, without needing permission.
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“The Monochrome Heart Ascends”
I.
She rises from the grayscale hush,
A figure carved from disciplined light.
Her silence is a blade sheathed in velvet,
Her gaze the doorway to an unwritten truth.
II.
The shadows gather like loyal witnesses,
Tracing the map of her unbroken calm.
She stands where memory meets intention,
Balanced on the edge of becoming.
III.
Her necklace gleams with quiet defiance,
Hearts forged in the furnace of resolve.
Metal remembers what flesh forgets,
And she wears that memory without apology.
IV.
Her hair curls like a whispered prophecy,
A reel of stories spooled in silver.
Every wave a testament to survival,
Every highlight a vow to rise again.
V.
She is the echo of a century’s glamour,
But her power belongs to the present.
No nostalgia can contain her,
No era can claim her silhouette.
VI.
Light drapes across her like a benediction,
A blessing earned through quiet endurance.
She stands unhurried, unshaken,
A portrait of strength disguised as stillness.
VII.
Her lips hold the weight of unspoken verdicts,
Truths she has no need to shout.
The world leans in, breath held,
Waiting for the moment she chooses to speak.
VIII.
She is the calm after a storm that learned her name,
The breath drawn before a decisive step.
Her presence is a disciplined radiance,
A fire that refuses to flicker.
IX.
In her eyes lives a myth of reclamation,
A woman returning to herself without ceremony.
The monochrome glow becomes her armor,
Soft, deliberate, and entirely earned.
X.
And so she stands—an oracle of quiet power,
A silhouette sharpened by intention.
In her stillness, the future rearranges,
Listening for the truth she carries.
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There are moments in photography that last only a fraction of a second… and if you miss them, they are gone forever.
As the sun was disappearing behind the clouds over the Mediterranean, this seagull crossed the sky wrapped in golden light.
For an instant, the sunset painted the wings with fire, turning an ordinary flight into something almost magical.
What fascinates me most about this image is the contrast between strength and serenity:
the powerful wings cutting through the air while the warm evening light softens everything around it.
Nature always gives us these fleeting gifts… but only if we slow down enough to see them.