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Wild colors, pristinely clear water and shallows filled with giant stone can wreak havoc with depth perception along this special stretch of Superior. A walk along the edge without imagining the clusters of submerged boulders as beautifully preserved dinosaur eggs is near impossible.
A pair of giraffes feeding in Tarangire National Park, Tanzania. The male in front is probably over 5 meters tall.
A millipede (Ommatoiulus rutilans) hugging a dead flower.
The photo was taken using an external flash triggered remotely and manually configured to 1/32.
Landmannalaugar is in the Fjallabak Nature Reserve in the Highlands of Iceland. It is at the edge of Laugahraun lava field, which was formed in an eruption around the year 1477. It is well known for its natural geothermal hot springs and surrounding landscape.
Landmannalaugar is the northern end of the Laugavegur hiking trail and a popular destination for tourist traveling in Iceland.
Iceland. September 2015.
This image of what, at first sight, appears to be a leafy pathway through a hedge, was created by splicing together a picture of a fence in Linn Park in Glasgow with its mirror image.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into Hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lie peaceful and calm
When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man, scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.
I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.
Erin Van Vuren
© All rights reserved Anna Kwa. Please do not use this image on websites, blogs or any other media without my explicit written permission.
I can't remember what these things are, besides sharp. I think they look better "dead" than blooming though. Happy Sunday all.
This just in: The flower: Dipsacus fullonum, or Fuller's teasel, is a flowering plant in the family Dipsacaceae | Thanks LightSpectral!
Day started out Sunny and not too hot, so the camera and I went out to work. By the time the clouds had rolled in and the wind picked up I had shot 750 images. When I got home I started the process of winnowing out the duds. As soon as I found this shot, I HAD to get it uploaded right away. Sometimes a photograph just grabs you, and this one did me.
Hope you like it too.
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Nikon D7000. Tamron 180mm Macro. 1/1250th @ F/11. EV = -2/3. ISO 500. WB = sun. Shutter Priority. Multi-point AF. Photographed June 13, 2011
"remember how it used to be
when the sun would fill up the sky
remember how we used to feel
those days would never end
those days would never end
remember how it used to be
when the stars would fill the sky
remember how we used to dream
those nights would never end
those nights would never end
it was the sweetness of your skin
it was the hope of all we might have been
that fills me with the hope to wish
impossible things
but now the sun shines cold
and all the sky is grey
the stars are dimmed by clouds and tears
and all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away
all i wish
is gone away"
~ the cure
"...E di figure di spalle che camminano con le mani in tasca sul ciglio di un sogno."
Tanti tanti auguri Titi!
Impossible Color Shade 680
Polaroid Px600.
Foto scattata da Elisabetta. (grazie Bettaccia!!!)
Mi sono innamorata
delle mie stesse ali d'angelo,
delle mie nari che succhiano la notte,
mi sono innamorata di me
e dei miei tormenti.
Un erpice che scava dentro le cose,
o forse fatta donzella
ho perso le mie sembianze.
Come sei nudo, amore,
nudo e senza difesa:
io sono la vera cetra
che ti colpisce nel petto
e ti da larga resa.
(Alda Merini)
Autumn at the door
Muse: Giulia Pontoni
Foto: Michele Marcolin
Luogo: MEM Studio, Pavia di Udine (UD), Italy
Tools: K1ii + DFA 50mm f1.4
Another of the few shots I stole at the studio, during the short visit I paid to Gigi this year. Due to various commitments that had been keeping my mind busy during my stay in Europe, not lastly also an elbow inflammation that was giving me problems in handling my cameras, I did not have plan to shot this time. However, resisting the call of the photographic wild for a concert and event photographer, which is used to exploit any situation, was impossible to ignore. Particularly with such a beautiful muse.