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Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer. Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com
Wardrobe: Costume Junction.
Organization: Creative Light Photography
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer. Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com
Organization: Creative Light Photography
another 15 minute exposure. Thanks to my good friend justin for putting a large rock over a hole in the floor that was spewing in way to much light and would have caused me to not get this shot.
Western Corsetry - Calculated Recklessness: The intersection of rigid structure and fluid form, captured in a moment of breathless tension.
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer. Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com
Organization: Panoptic.
Location: FreeFlow Academy
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Strong low angled winter sunshine on the County Bridge and part of the castle ruins, Barnard Castle, Teesdale. Taken from the Teesdale Way long distance footpath on the south side of the river.
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Towards Newsham from near Hutton Magna, Teesdale 6 June 2020. A bright interval produces a patch of almost full sunshine in the distance.
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Wintry sunshine and a dark sky background produces a vivid rainbow at Middle End Farm, Teesdale. Taken on a cold blustery morning after Storm Atiyah, 8 December 2019
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A swollen River Tees at Low Force Waterfall in strong early spring sunshine
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A brief but very strong burst of afternoon sun highlights some spectacular autumn colours against a dark sky background
In a single heartbeat, bodies collide and time bends—this is where resolve meets resistance, where grit is measured not by the scoreboard but by the will to hold on. One lunges forward, eyes on the try line; the other digs deep, anchoring his team’s last hope in a blur of instinct and adrenaline. Every blade of grass is a battlefield. This is rugby in its rawest poetry—a suspended instant of chaos and commitment, where courage wraps itself around the ball and refuses to let go.
Single bare Yongnuo 560 II speed light bare slightly to camera right on 1/2...an hour before sunset (so still pretty bright out). Shot by Kaunis Hetki photography at House Of Refuge South Florida
In the heart of Warsaw’s Castle Square, the monument of King Sigismund III Vasa rises boldly against a glowing sun, its silhouette stretching across cobblestones in dramatic length. The interplay of light and shadow transforms the square into a stage, where history stands timeless amidst drifting clouds. The textured pavement and deep contrast of black-and-white tones heighten the sense of permanence and grandeur, offering a contemplative view of one of Poland’s most iconic landmarks.
This a zoomed in version of the sunset that I posted on the 19th.
Putting the image through two Prisma filters and a light touch of Snapseed has caused the EXIF Information to disappear. The shot was taken with a Sony DSC-HX80 camera, that I know. The exposure information is just lost.
Edited in Prisma app with Believe & Trip filters
A quiet portrait captured in a moment of deep reflection. The red hoodie, soft shadows, and cinematic tones draw the eye toward the subtle emotion in his profile. This image blends fine art portraiture with a moody, urban atmosphere, highlighting the intensity of youth, identity, and stillness. It is a study in colour, character, and contemplative expression, a simple moment that reveals something fragile, honest, and real. Perfect light, raw emotion, and a strong visual narrative bring this portrait to life.
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Petra is a famous city carved out of stone, hidden by towering sandstone mountains in Jordan. This lost 'red city' comprise far more than people generally imagine, Petra is covering a significantly vast area hidden in the mountains of Wadi Musa.
The name Petra, which means "rock" in Greek and Latin (derived from the word petrae), is actually a modern name for the place. This is because the city was carved from the friable sandstone cliffs of the area. The rocks take on a multitude of hues ranging from cream to orange, to red, and to dark brown. Layers of these rocks form whorls of colours which were incorporated into the Nabatean architecture.
If you want to see such a view you'll have to go to Marriott hotel above Petra. Even thought you still have to get up pretty early to capture the sunrise and early morning light, this was one of the easiest shoots I've done in long time. I have purposely stayed in this hotel so I could only walk outside on the hotel terrace to be able to capture such a view. I was lucky with the dramatic light this time, even thought the weather was equally same dramatic and very windy. If you are planning to visit Petra in February be ready for fog, rain, wind, even a snow (I've experienced all of it in one day).
Ancient city of Petra is hidden within those mountains.
Camera Model: Canon EOS 5D Mark II; Lens: 28-300mm; Focal length: 60.00 mm; Aperture: 8.0; Exposure time: 1/160 s; ISO: 160
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You can see an artist drawing this ballerina (and part of another, as well), if you look in the mirror. I shot this during one of our group's weekly life drawing sessions. I have a painting partially completed that duplicates this composition, and the photo was intended for reference in finishing the little painting. However, I kind of like it just as is -- as a photograph. I hate it when that happens. I lose some of my motivation to paint, when the photo works. In the painting, I would use a limited palette -- but here, there's a limited palette as well. So what is the function of the painting? You see what I mean? I'd leave the artists out -- would that make it better?
Organization: Tim Engle
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer.
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A solitary birch tree resplendant in autumn colour, lit up in very strong sunshine against a dark sky background. Taken from the Pennine Way long distance footpath a short distance upstream from Low Force.
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For a short time on this particular morning, the cloud cover went quite dark and sinister, but with the occasional brief break. One allowed a patch of sunlight to fall on this derelict barn which is situated alongside the Teesdale Way long distace footpath at Thorpe, near Whorlton.
Organization: Tim Engle
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer.
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Lighting: 1'x5' stripbank with an egg crate grid on AB1600 (left behind the model), 22x90 cm stripbank on AB1600 (right), 22" beauty dish with a 30° grid on AB1600 (top right), SB900 with a gridded snoot (by the camera top right).
— All triggered by Radiopopper JrX system
Model: Lili Tee, MM#1395782
I cannot say exactly when it happened.
Perhaps long before I became aware of it.
The city was only beginning to wake up.
Novara still carried that suspended atmosphere of early morning, when the streets seem to belong more to silence than to people. I was walking without truly searching for anything, letting my eyes choose the direction, as I always do.
Then I looked up.
Between the motionless buildings of the city, a fracture had opened in the sky.
The clouds looked torn from within, as if something had carved the light with an invisible blade. Birds circled around that opening in restless movements, as though they already knew something was about to cross through it.
And not long after, he appeared.
I saw him sitting between stone and shadow, as if he had always belonged there.
Yet something about him did not belong to that place, or perhaps to that time.
A figure suspended between different eras.
Chains, worn fabrics, metal, symbols, a sword held in his hands like the last fragment of a distant memory. He did not look like a man in costume. He looked like someone who had survived another world.
For a brief moment, I had the absurd feeling that the fracture in the sky had allowed something through.
Not a warrior in the ancient sense of the word, but a wandering presence, lost between dimensions that no longer align.
And yet there was no violence in his eyes.
Only a strange calmness, almost melancholic. The kind carried by those who have crossed too much time to still belong to a single place.
The city kept moving around him without noticing.
People passed by. Stones remained still. Facades watched in silence.
But I saw him.
And that is the moment when photography stops being an aesthetic search.
It becomes testimony.
Because certain apparitions last only a few moments.
Then the sky closes again.
The light changes.
And the world returns to pretending that nothing ever happened.
Non saprei dire con precisione in quale istante sia successo.
Forse molto prima che me ne accorgessi.
La città si stava appena svegliando.
Novara aveva ancora quell’aria sospesa delle prime ore del mattino, quando le strade sembrano appartenere più al silenzio che agli uomini. Camminavo senza cercare davvero qualcosa, lasciando che fossero gli occhi a decidere la direzione, come faccio sempre.
Poi ho alzato lo sguardo.
Tra le architetture immobili della città si era aperta una fenditura nel cielo.
Le nuvole sembravano spezzate dall’interno, come se qualcosa avesse inciso la luce con una lama invisibile. Gli uccelli giravano attorno a quello squarcio con movimenti irregolari, inquieti, quasi sapessero che qualcosa stava per attraversarlo.
E infatti non passò molto tempo.
Lo vidi comparire poco dopo, seduto tra pietra e ombra, come se fosse sempre stato lì.
Ma c’era qualcosa che non apparteneva a quel luogo, o forse a quel tempo.
Una figura sospesa tra epoche diverse.
Catene, stoffe consumate, metallo, simboli, una spada stretta tra le mani come ultimo frammento di una memoria lontana. Non sembrava un uomo travestito. Sembrava qualcuno sopravvissuto a un altro mondo.
Per un attimo ebbi la sensazione assurda che quella fenditura nel cielo avesse lasciato passare qualcosa.
Non un guerriero nel senso antico del termine, ma una presenza errante, smarrita tra dimensioni che non coincidono più.
Eppure nei suoi occhi non c’era violenza.
Solo una calma strana, quasi malinconica. La stessa di chi ha attraversato troppo tempo per appartenere ancora a un luogo preciso.
La città continuava a vivere attorno a lui senza accorgersene.
Le persone passavano. Le pietre restavano immobili. Le facciate osservavano mute.
Io invece lo vedevo.
Ed è in quell’istante che la fotografia smette di essere ricerca estetica.
Diventa testimonianza.
Perché certe apparizioni durano pochi minuti.
Poi il cielo si richiude.
La luce cambia.
E il mondo torna a fingere che non sia successo nulla.
Day 33 of 365 – INHALATION APPARATUS
After having taken part in spin class for the last couple of years; on the recommendation of my friend Keith, I decided to try the step class with him. Now I think I’m decent shape, and my stamina has always been pretty good; so I figured what the hell…..”LET’S DO THIS!”
We started off nice and slow. Up, Up, Down, Down, Up..Up…Down…..Down. Piece of cake! Then it started……..And we’re off! That’s right OFF. I was totally OFF! They went up, I was going down. They spun right, I spun left. They kicked, I was stepping. Oh my god, I was spinning in circles.
As the class wasn’t a complete failure, towards the end I actually started to catch on to some extent. Talk about an extreme workout. I was actually enjoying it; however stupid I may have appeared. About 8 mins before class was over (in the HIGH INTENSITY portion) I realized I was seeing little white stars. “Holy crap……this can’t be good. Ok think quick, think quick! You can walk out now; OR you can pass out in about 15 seconds!” So I swallowed my pride (as I was one of only two guys in the class) and walked to the hidden alcove and sat down on the cooooool tile. After 8 mins or so I had marginally recovered; just in time for class to end. I spent the remainder of the evening re-hydrating and recalculating, and soaking my calves……lol. (Not really, but I should have)
Lesson learned: Eat plenty of complex carbs the morning of step class; I’m going to need that extra energy! WHEW…..spin class has NOTHING on step!
Oh yea, I’m secure enough to take a step class with 25 woman in the fish bowl (the room with the mirrors on three sides and the plate looking glass on the fourth) and then write about almost passing out. That’s right…..That’s how I roll!
Setup Shot: www.flickr.com/photos/grizzelle/4597543495/
Outtake Shot With Bob: www.flickr.com/photos/grizzelle/4597540969/
Strobist INFO:
Shutter Speed 1/120
Aperture 5.7
ISO 100
Lens – Tamron 28-300 MM
Focal Length 130mm
White Bal – Flash Sync
Setup time: 25 Min
VERY LITTLE ambient light (pre focused and the lights were out)
Flashpoint Monolight 1820 at 1\16 power with 40’’ softbox 4.5 ft from subject.
580exII at 1\16 power with snoot approx 4ft above subject
580exII at 1\16 power behind subject head approx 2 ft away for rim light
40’’ silver reflector at 45’’ degree angle at subject feet for fill light.
Evening – 9:25pm
Subject – Me
'Balikhela' is one of the oldest and most popular traditions of Bengal's folk culture. Recently, this festival of life was organized in a rural town in the golden light of dusk. Thousands of eager people gathered to watch the fierce and heroic fight.
Although this game was once organized for the entertainment of the landlords of Bengal, it has now become a symbol of the unity and bravery of the people of rural Bengal.
Organization: Tim Engle
Photography and Editing: Dirk Dreyer.
Hi-Res pictures and prints available at galleries.dreyerpictures.com