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One Light - OnceAWeek - Studio work - Hedler LED1000 with octabox and grid D850 & 70-200mm 2,8 @ f4,5
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Fade
Song by Staind
I try to breathe
Memories overtaking me
I try to face them but the thought
Is too much to conceive
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of
The darkness that my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching is the bed that I have made
So where were you
When all this I was going through
You never took the time
To ask me just what you could do
I only know that I can change
Everything else just stays the same
So now I step out of
The darkness that my life became 'cause
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching is the bed that I have made
But I never meant to fade away
I never meant to fade
I just needed someone to talk to
You were just too busy with yourself
You were never there for me to express how I felt
I just stuffed it down
Now I'm older and I feel like
I could let some of this anger fade
But it seems the surface
I am scratching is the bed that I have made
I try to breathe
My goal on this image was to try to emulate the look of a faded color photo that may have originally been taken in the mid 1950's. Did I accomplish it...maybe, I'm not sure?
The process:
-Convert the original image to a b/w in a layer
-Add a sepia like tone to the image
-Back off the opacity in the layer to about 85% which brought back some of the original colors in the image
The car, a very nice 1935 Ford coupe, and illegally parked.
The small bow-shaped Eavestone Lake is situated below the small hamlet of Eavestone and is one of a number of artificial fish ponds that was created in medieval times by the monks of Fountains Abbey.
Eavestone Lake is roughly half way between Pateley Bridge in Nidderdale and Ripon and is close to the villages of Sawley and High Grantley, in North Yorkshire, England
Alan Walker
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*StoryBrooke Gardens* & A Winters Tale, Baja Norte
As the late afternoon sun tilts toward the horizon, the shadows along this shady stretch of Miller Creek close in around the patches of light filtering in through the arbor of branches overhead. I only see this isolated length of the creek in autumn—the thick creekside growth bars passage along the banks year-round, but in the fall the dogs and I sometimes walk a ways along the creek bed itself, balancing like clumsy circus performers on the rocks which emerge from the shallow pools and trickling water.
Camera: Agfa Karat 4.5 (1938, with Oppar 55mm f/4.5 lens). This little 35mm compact folder uses a pair of Agfa Rapid-type film cassettes—many thanks to Mike Eckman for his brief but thorough tutorial, in his review of the Pentacon Penti II (www.mikeeckman.com/2018/12/pentacon-penti-ii-1961/), on reloading the cassettes.
Film: 35mm 100 ISO Arista.edu Ultra, loaded in a 12-exposure length into the Rapid cassette, developed in Arista Liquid Developer for 6:08 minutes @ 71 degrees, and scanned with an Epson V600 scanner.
one day i might get a computer of my own and be able to upload some shit more regularly.. Till then this is all i can give you!
Composed for Challenge 151.0 ~ Blue Fudge 2 ~ The Award Tree ~.
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The only bloom so far this year on the magnolia grandiflora against our house. A transient beauty, here today and gone tomorrow but so very beautiful while it lasts and superb scent when fresh. This faded view of the one day old bloom spoke to me of reminiscence and a purpose fulfilled, still showing character and that attractiveness of decay.
Fading
Bahia San Lucas
Everything is fading as I weave the seams of the shoreline, at first preferring the rock to the sand finding it’s way into my shoes, and then preferring the sand to the slick and unforgiving rock. The milky gauze of cloud that had hung over me all day is now fingers of smoke, radiating from the embers of my horizon. The sea takes on a different tone as the light retreats, darker in color and demeanor. Daytime dazzles my senses here, with cerulean waves, the flights of birds, voices, commotion, places to go things to do. As the day grows older, the world steadily shrinks into a couple of basic elements—the sea of the bahia, almost intimate now in the shadow of the mountains surrounding it, and the sky, flaming out at sunset and doing a slow dissolve. A wink from God, before the long night of mining myself. A big ship reveals against the sky. Part of the backdrop, it’s pilot light will soon be the only light out there. If it could race across the surface as fast as the world turns, would sunset be eternal? I’d rather not know, I guess...the phases of sunset are all worth the watching, not to be taken for granted. I realize that other sounds have vanished, and I am left with only the rhythm of the waves and the noise I make, scraping on the rocks, and in my head. Layers of rememberance come away. They will not fade, even when the light leaves the sky, even when the pinpoints of ships at sea wink out in the distance. In the darkness they will go to you.