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It was 4 on the clock when i went out. I walked more than 1 kilometers but i couldn't find good foreground. After walking 2 kilometers i got this foreground. Foreground is done . Now i have to wait for 3 hours for galactic core. It's evening,i am afraid and alone in this rice field. After a while i will see milky way so i am ready. I get upset, I don't know from where the piece of cloud come. I am waiting for sky to be clear....in the process one hour had passed. I am alone here ,2 kilometers far from the village and the situation is getting worse. It's 9:35 pm the sky is clear. While listening songs i clicked so many pictures. I didn't realize when time passed, it's 12 in the night. The passion for photography erase all my fears. After collecting everything i returned home.
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Gear : Canon 1200D. Canon 50mm f/1.8 STM
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Exif:
12 Image panorama - 3 rows, in stacks of 9 photos for each panel.
Sky : 12 x 10 seconds. F/1.8 ISO 6400
Foreground : 18mm Single shot
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Stitched in ICE, processed in Photoshop.
Captured at the Wooden Shoe Tulip Festival in Woodburn, Oregon and enhanced for Sliders Sunday using Deep Dream Generator and Snapseed .
Buonconvento, Crete Senesi
Tuscany, Italy
July 2015
Fields of lovely sunflowers :)
The morning light was too harsh for my liking but it was a pretty sight.
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A windmill, now a private residence, in Norfolk, with the harvest just about ready to be taken in. Shallow depth of field gives a slightly different view of the subject.
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass,
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
By Robert Louis Stevenson
1850-1894
The practice of seeing clearly is what finally moves us toward kindness. Seeing, again and again, the infinite variety of traps we create for seducing the mind into struggle, seeing the endless rounds of meaningless suffering over lusts and aversions (which, although seemingly urgent, are essentially empty), we feel compassion for ourselves.
Sylvia Boorstein, “The Wisdom of Discomfort”