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Model/muah: Keighla Night
Hair piece: Keighla Night & Devon Deville
Custom Latex: Anon Latex
Photo/©: Travis Haight Photography
Canon 550D with EF-S 10-22mm/f3.5-4.5 set at 13mm. ISO 100 at f7.1, with 30, 15 and 8 second exposures. Tripod mount, night shot.
Composite of three exposures covering 2 f-stops (could have used another stop!). The bright area in the middle was progressively blended down (using GIMP layers) to allow boosting of the darker levels and increasing contrast. Lighting was high pressure sodium so had very orange tinge. After trying color correction I was not happy, so went to B&W. The 13mm wide angle makes the left track droop near the bottom, not sure this really hurts the image though. There was the single, bright, light involved and I placed the camera to put it behind a pole so that it didn't show (you can see the shadowing going towards the camera).
I like the final composition, esp. how the tracks balance and segregate the image - a personal fav. We see Orion's belt in the sky!
Con la curiosidad pase a www.flickr.com/photos/le0xd/5744310116/in/photostream en su versión B&N y me pareció muy hermosa, quería compartirla... tiene otra forma...
Night view of the Santa Croce's Lake. One of my favorite shots sver done. Sharpness on the rocks for pump up the texture.
Vista notturna del lago di Santa Croce. Uno degli scatti che mi hanno dato più soddisfazione da quando ho iniziato. Ho sfruttato le maschere di contrasto per accentuare le rocce in primo piano.
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Thanks,
Kent
124/365While the thunder light up the sky and the rain pored down on the tent Danbo was happy the journey was over and he could just sit and relax!
He asked for my iPhone so he could read some Harry Potter on it :)
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Mais uma night shot do play center,essa foi dificil pra sair mas valeu a pena caça-la, eu tava sem tripé e o unico apoio que eu tinha era um corrimão de uma escadinha que tinha ali perto e não tinha ninguem em cima. E como não é todo dia que vemos um castelo com a tematica sombria e essa iluminação né,não pude perder a oportunidade de fazer a foto, achei legal tambem a iluminação nas arvores ali atras
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She's been here for a while, it's time for a close up shot of her! To me, it's kinda hard to take the best moment of her, but after all, she's a goddess ! Her sexiness is what left her sister behind though LOL
A big thank to my dear friend, Carolyn, for letting me have her! <3 <3 <3
Congleton Bonfire night.
In Britain we celebrate the night a small group of men tried to blow up the English Parliament. I'm amazed we're still allowed to do it given all the political correctness that forbids us to say and do so much else. After all, these were terrorists! This was 5/11.
I hope you all have a great week!
Thanks a lot for your visits, comments and faves!
Que tengais una buena semana!
Muchas gracias por vuestras visitas, comentarios y favoritos!
Night Watchman
Clyde M Brewer, 36 years old, works the graveyard shift. He is the night watchman. It was his lucky evening. The day shift left a box of donuts in the lunchroom. It is three o’clock in the morning and he has five more hours to go. He is bored out of his skull. He knocked off his sixth donut of the evening and washed it down with a tepid cup of thermos java. He fired up a Pell Mell king size non filter with his trusty brass zippo. It was the last one in the pack. It is a good thing he had a fresh pack in his vest, he thought, as he tapped his pocket to make sure that the next 20 “Red Deaths” were there. They were. He felt secure knowing he had a fresh pack to help him make through the night. He crushed the empty pack and flipped it toward the garbage cans. He missed his target but hit one of the cats. The cat arched his back, hissed and to off running into the shadows. Brewer coughed and hacked up a gob of lung gunk and spit it on to the tracks. When he was finished with the smoke, he ground the butt out with the toe of his shoe. He stood silent, arms akimbo, and observed the area for a few minutes. All was quiet. He took the fresh pack from his vest and went through an elaborate ritual opening the pack. He took out a smoke, fired it up, and took a deep drag, then another before flipping the butt onto the tracks. He contemplated going down to the lunchroom and snagging another donut. A filled maple bar this time, he thought. He looked at his Timex. It was six minutes past three in the morning. He had four hours and fifty four minutes to go.