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Light gives of itself freely,
filling all available space.
It does not seek anything in return;
it asks not whether you are friend or foe.
It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.
~Michael Strassfeld
I love the way reeds catch the light as the sun goes down. Taken at Old Moor nature reserve, South Yorkshire
(Camera settings)
Camera: FinePix HS20EXR (FUJIFILM)
Focal Length: 4 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Aperture: f/2.8
Shutter Speed: 1/850 sec
Before daylight savings time, I loved waking up to the morning light that streams through our bedroom patio doors.
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Our Daily Challenge: Let There Be Light
113 in 2013: #63 Light
Spent a lovely day at Nant yr Arian and Aberystwyth braving the cold elements (Snow, Hail & Rain) with friends John, Peter Eva & Jean
What is true by lamplight is not always true by sunlight.
Model; Verena
Assistant; Chris
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Licht;
One light 400W with batt pack from above.
(Assistant holding the flash above model)
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First light of a day…
(The above shot is dedicated to special one who is my inspiration of photography)
Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot,
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.
If thou be'st born to strange sights,
Things invisible to see,
Ride ten thousand days and nights,
Till age snow white hairs on thee;
Thou, when thou return'st, wilt tell me
All strange wonders that befell thee,
And swear
No where
Lives a woman true, and fair.
If thou find'st one, let me know,
Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
Yet do not, I would not go,
Though at next door we might meet:
Though she were true, when you met her,
And last, till you write your letter,
Yet she
Will be
False, ere I come, to two or three.
- John Donne