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It was on January 23, 1897 that the greatest Indian ever was born. He had all the characteristics of a flame which could burn down the entire British Empire. What happened to the flame? Did it burn down the British regime or was it snuffed out by Indians/Britons? Read more at go.sreejith.info/story
One of my greatest loves in life is to watch flames flickr (pun intended). Give me a roaring campfire and I'm enthralled for hours. So, I decided to experiment to see if I could bring back the feeling with staged shots. The first one I did was in my kitchen. When the flames almost hit the ceiling, I decided that this wasn't a good idea ... so I moved it to outdoors. Remember, all of these campfire shots were taken in glass and metal containers using lava rock, river rock and glass baubles.
For Strobist Sundays: "Flame or Fire" Nikon P90 ISO 156 f/3.2 1/60 exp
50 watt reflector light through an umbrella.
Ohoh, don't we all teach our children not to play with fire?
I never listened to my parents...
:-P
It's a little bit shaken, but that's the tension of the moment. LOL I had the match in my hand and looking through my camera and hoping I wouldn't burn myself...
A flame is the product of a highly exothermic reaction (for example, combustion, a self-sustaining oxidation reaction). In other words, it is the visible (light-emitting) part of a fire.
cheers !!!
(no.. i am not a nerd.. had to copy from wikipedia.)
I thought about fire in the sky
I thought about fire
I thought about love burning in your eye
I thought about fire
It hurts
That drops of fire would fall so precise
And how everything else would loose its meaning
What a beautiful
What a painful surprise
There is no peace outside if there is nothing within
It hurts
But like coming home
Once dried up
I guess this is what you get
When a heart expands
I thought about...
Love is destructive
For the ego
And Your voice is the only thing
That speaks rebelliously in this world of claiming your own
There is no peace outside if there''s nothing within
Love is addictive
For the spirit
And Your voice whispers with a roar
That fire rises up, refills
Place the right king on the throne
I thought about...
I thought about a burning fire
I thought about a loving fire
I thought about Your love
-- Blindside
If you've never heard the song, go here.
{ Lights Out }
Check the original to see what this posting is all about. (It makes a huge difference, really, but the size is the same...)
My mother has a bad habit of burning plastic stuff. Here's a picture of some nice multi-colored flames from one of her fires.
Chimea after setting Treated wood aflame(not recomended as it is poisonous, i didn't do it, ex brother-in-law thought it was a good way to get rid of scrap wood)
Male Flame Skimmer (Libellula saturata) in San Diego, California. He has perched on a Equisetum hyemale (commonly known as rough horsetail, scouring rush, scouringrush horsetail and, in South Africa, as snake grass)
“A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.”
-- Frank Tebbets
Effect obtained with juggler's flames looking like a dragoon.
Cordes-sur-ciel Medieval Festival 2006 (France).