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In May this year had a great time with a wonderful group of photographers in Tuscany. I am totally in love with the stunning countryside, but also I adore these olive trees. This trip was totally worth the wait the 3 years (Covid-19) and I feel really blessed.
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Info: this is a 9 multiple exposure shot, merged in my Canon r6 photocamera. No Photoshop, handheld.
Suddenly the temperature dropped and the daylight seemed to swirl away into an indistinct, fog-like darkness. At the same time the air was torn apart by a frantic whirring sound, like a thousand grinding gear-wheels suffused by furious rushes of steam. Tiny arcs of purple lightning began to crackle through the aether as a great electrical wind twisted the air into some sort of strange, other-worldly vortex. As the very fabric of reality itself seemed to spin away into oblivion, I stared in horror at the centre of that churning maelstrom, where, piece by piece, the terrible apparition slowly materialised. Was this the vanguard of the evil Dr. Fulgurite's long threatened Clockwork Army? or something more terrifying even than that...
No. It was just a nice, friendly man in a steampunk costume that I chatted to during a visit to the Victorian Brickworks Museum at Bursledon. His name is Steve.
Thirteen hand-held exposures representing 21 seconds of March 26th, 2019.
Usual caveats and all that.
This rather stylish pair appeared before my very eyes at Bursledon Brickworks Museum. As you can see, their steam-powered materialisation caused some gentle ripples in the space-time continuum.
Luckily the distortions didn't last too long, although they did make me feel very hungry, and I had to go and buy a sandwich and a cake from the very fine museum refectory soon afterwards. Dimensional warping can do that to you.
Fourteen hand-held exposures representing twenty-four seconds of March 26th, 2019. Shot at the Victorian Brickworks Museum, Bursledon.
If you stand still for long enough while looking down the straight, the cars themselves tend to fade into the background as the roar of the engines fills the air around you.
I suspect it’s something to do with the excitement of the race. Failing that it’s the amount of Castrol R you inhaled as you walked around the paddock before the race began.
Petrol head indeed.
Just riding in a car, seeing everything pass by, houses, trees and the eternal light that turns and twists as the car is changing its road. Winter is coming to an end.