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Higashishinbaashi Tokyo

Rivers flow either to the North or South at this point

Nikon Z7 ~ Zeiss Otus 85/1.4

 

Moving away from automatic focus lenses to manual focus only lenses has taught me to be a better composer and a more methodical photographer. I no longer feel rushed.

 

I have been shooting my camera in fully Manual Mode for years now and it has become second nature and now manually focusing is teaching me the same as it becomes second nature. Maybe it is my age (68) or just continuing to learn photography. I like this new phase. Combining manual focus only lenses with a mirrorless camera body becomes a joy rather than a chore even at wide open apertures.

한순간에 눈이 맞았지

불이 번져가듯 빨랐지

우리는 사랑을 믿었지

그래 그땐 그랬었어

처음 그 느낌이 좋았어..그 걱정이 시작이었어..

.뭔가 예전같지 않아서 우린 그게 너무 슬펐어

지독한 놈들이와 눈물과 이별이와 힘없이 틀림없이 당하고 말거야

잠깐이야 곧 지나가고 잊혀질거야 어린시절의 기억들 처럼

인사처럼 마치 악수처럼 널 안고 손잡고 또 애써 웃지만

 

끝이란 걸 이미 알고있어 너와 난

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Thik ghi des Tiếng Hàn che dấu tâm trạng =]]

 

Tóc mới ấy!! màu mới lun!! :)) Yohoho

Dạo này vui ghê!! Tự do r :))

Tháng sau đi du lich chơi!!

Chán ỡ VN woa =]]

  

Tuscany - Crete Senesi

Although lockdown here in the UK is making it hard to get out and about with the camera it has given me the opportunity to play around with some editing techniques which is what I have done here with an image I captured late last year on Preston Sands, Paignton.

 

Yes it is different but I think very effective. Thanks for looking.

 

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King’s Cross station.

 

Anyone else noticed they don’t get Explored any more? I think it’s been about a year since my last one.

Montana de Oro State Park, Los Osos, California 2006

Today, almost a comic book written by the scenery of the street. Initially, I was going to call this photo "growing up", and finally I accepted the term "separation".

"Reflection II" (2008) by Antony Gormley.

 

Lehmbruck Museum, Duisburg, Germany.

My biggest disappointment in New York was getting the subway to 'The Vessel' (a winding structure of 2,500 steps to walk up) and finding it closed. You could still go under it and look up.

Took this one lying flat on my back. Reminded me of those rocket images from space when the booster is jettisoned from the upper stage...unless it's Elon Musk's Starship!

You use a macro lens to change your perspective, but then you see a wider angle shot that you really want to capture... so you have to move 50m from your subject.

Nikon "F"

Zoom-NIKKOR 35~70mm f/3.5 AI-s

Nikon L1bc filter

Ilford Pan F+ 50@ISO50

1/60 sec@f/16

Ilford Microphen, 4,5 min

Very light sprinkling in the area created this nice separation of tones.

Some couples keeping their distance from singles :)-

The Twelve Apostles are part of the Table Mountain complex overlooking Camps Bay in Cape Town, South Africa. The mountain range stretches 6 km almost to Hout Bay. They actually consist of eighteen peaks. From north to south they are named Kloof, Fountain, Porcupine, Jubilee, Barrier, Valken, Kasteel, Postern, Wood, Spring, Slangolie, Corridor, Separation, Victoria, Grove, Llandudno Peak, Llandudno Corridor, and Hout Bay Corner. The average height above sea level is 750 m, compared to 1,060 m for Table Mountain. Under the Dutch East India Company, the range was known as the Castle Mountains (Dutch: Kasteelbergen) or Gable Mountains (Dutch: Gewelbergen).

Separation. Displacement. Asunder.

A boundary. A union. A contradiction.

 

Diremptio is incongruity and antithesis, in agreement; two planes in the same space separated by form, shape, color, depth, meaning; each a stilled moment in its own time joined in common boundary by a contrary moment like fingerprints on a window, unique, separate, together.

 

An ongoing series.

The morning fog finally lifting around the ruins of Jones Bridge on the Chattahoochee River.

I love a lone tree, but I never seem to be able to find a nice one. A gentle mist in the background of this image gave the separation I was after to let the tree stand on its own.

 

Canon EOS 5D Mark III|24-105mm L|Lee Grad Filters

 

I've been teaching Poppy photography, take a look at her Flickr.

 

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Aira Force Waterfall near Ullswater, Lake District, UK

www.youtube.com/watch?v=chbFJyMX79Q

  

Aleksandr Pushkin

  

The Flower

 

1828

The flower, very dry and scentless,

I see in the forgotten book;

And now, with the strangest fancies,

Is filled my soul’s every nook.

 

Where and in which spring was it grown?

And how long? By whom was cut?

By a hand known or unknown?

And why was put this page behind?

 

To the recall of the love-talking,

Or separation forced by fate,

Or quiet and alone walking

In the fields’ silence and woods’ shade?

 

Is he alive? And his sweet lady?

And where is now their little nook?

Or maybe they had both faded,

Like this strange flower in this book?

This is a song I love. "We are" by HAEVN. It must resonate with so many people through these difficult times, held apart by Covid-19 lock down and hurt by worry and loss.

 

www.youtube.com/watch?v=dW4HCi1zZh8&list=RD8ui9umU0C2...

  

Walking through the dark night

Calling out a name

Waiting for an answer

 

How do we end up here?

 

Try to find a shoreline

With no ground beneath my feet

And they shine their mind up

And try to understand

 

Cold, we are, we are, we are

And cold, we are, we are, we are

Baby we´re lost

Come home

With me

Baby we´re lost

Come home

 

Once we were in sunlight

With nothing in between

Now we share a distance

Our shadows at our feet

 

I'm blinded by the silence

No horizon that I see

Feel the cold the friend drops

Salted by my tears

 

Cold, we are, we are, we are

And Cold, we are, we are, we are

Baby we're lost

Come home

With me

Baby we're lost

Come home

 

And we walk until

A new day will break

Until the heart ways off

And the storm will fade

And we'll talk again

And then be friends

And we'll both will see

That our love has grown

 

Baby we're lost

Come home

With me

Baby we're lost

Come home

 

Baby we´re lost

Come home

With me

Seed pods on my Cleomes.They wanted to hold on a little longer. HSS!

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