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"The Southern Magnolia in my front yard
is taking Center Stage right now and de-
serves a bow. Wish you could see her
pretty blossoms and sniff her sweet per-
fume.....she's quite the beauty and per-
forming extraordianaire! Clap, Clap....
ENCORE!"
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"Wishing you all a Sunday full of God's
Blessings!"
~Mary Lou
PENTAX K-1 • FF Mode • 800 ISO • Pentax DA 40mm F2.8 XS
Smoked Ham, Salad and Cantaloupe macerated in Port Wine • Jambon Fumé, Salade et Melon mariné au Porto
L’arrivée du panache de fumée au coucher de soleil - The arrival of the plume of smoke at sunset - rivière Thompson river, Val-d’Or
getting a slow but steady collection of these made for the BABE! show. now i'm tempted to keep them for myself seeing them all together like this, lol.
When I arrived just before sunset down at the Newport Pier a few weeks ago, I started shooting as soon as I hit the beach. The late afternoon light was fantastic and as I reached the shoreline, I was immediately struck by the incredible reflection coming off of that remarkably flat beach. As the clouds above turned orange, I began to try to frame the pier into my shot along with the incredible reflection which was literally all around me at this point. As I lined up the shot, a little boy, probably around 4 years old or so, bounced into my frame, just as I was about to take a bracket or two. At first, I immediately went into my frustrated photographer mode and began fuming at the parents behind him who neglected to tell him to get the heck out of the way of the nice man who was trying to bracket a set of shots before all the good light was gone. But before I actually had time to get really irritated, I saw his silhouette against the sand and instantly decided to include him in the frame. In this particular shot, it appeared as if he was literally reaching down to touch the clouds reflected all around him on the beach.
The take away for me here was the realization that sometimes you end up liking the shot you thought was ruined more than the shot you had originally composed.
Alice
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L'amour, c'est comme de la fumée de cigarette : ça entre bleu et ça sort gris.
[Léo Bertrand]
The love, it is like cigarette smoke : that enters blue and that leaves gray.
Fleur de Datura
L'Herbe du diable et la petite fumée
Arizona, 1961, rencontre d'un étudiant en anthropologie de l'université de Californie à Los Angeles, Carlos Castaneda et d'un Indien Yaqui de la province de Sonora, nommé Don Juan. Homme réel ? Présence d'un pouvoir ? Sorcier réincarné ? Inventeur d'un prodigieux roman imaginaire ? On sait seulement de lui qu'il est un homme de connaissance. Parti de la fascination du peyotl dont il croyait tout savoir, Castaneda, accepté comme élève par Don Juan, va apprendre comment s'apprivoise la racine Datura Inoxia : l'herbe du diable, quand on oublie qu'on est un homme pour devenir un chien de lumière errant au Mexique.