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1 Wl in beauty dish above. 1 wl behind subject at 45 camera left. 1 sb800 gridded behind subject at 45 at camera right.
Went for a walk when waiting for a friend's train. For the middle of August, the leaves looked like autumn.
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My husband 'Michael' is the hidden 'face' behind most of my images.
When i met Michael, also an aspiring photographer, i had never touched a camera in my life and had never intended to. I had always thought of photography as a 'geeky' person's hobby in life hehe
Michael has shared his passion, talents and skills with me.
It has not been easy, as i am a very impatient person (I'm an Arian) and i don't always want to sit long enough to listen to all the techincal aspects of it.
He has also had to sacrafice his 'time' and 'enjoyment' with 'our' camera in order for me to get out there and practice and to be able to share with you all on here :)
I am sometimes a bit selfish with taking over the Nikon :(
When you see my images coloured treated, rotated, and 'polished up' it is usually Michael who has stayed awake for hours to make them look at their 'best'
I have a lot to thank my husband for...
At times i have become too carried away with my new found passion , often forgetting his ............
This is why i am presenting this image this particular way...he's not actually 'leaving' me in this photo, as it might appear, just allowing me my space as i go about 'exploring' my subject(s) but also 'hanging around' in case i should need his advice and help.
Thankyou for opening up this new exciting world for me.
I love you Michael xxx
ps...He has no idea that i have done this and will probably hate that i shaded the top of this image with my favourite colour hehe.....it's my way of representing our 'passion and strength'
This was taken at Strathalbyn, South Australia, near where we took the Joey in the canola photo .
A little light painting on some train tracks near Brenham, TX. The "train" headlight, Is actually me with a flashlight.
Wouldn't it be great if every time you crossed a state line there would be a sign that said this?
I knew there was some reason I just had to drive to Nebraska. I hadn't ever been there before and just had to go see it. Now I know why. . .
Thank you to Tokenygaard for your texture!
Please!! NO Awards or Large Graphics...Buddy Icons are OK. Thank You!
Chris White
LP160 shoot thru umbrella boomed overhead
LP160 camera right in 24" ezybox...Radio Poppers
Before we went to the saltflats, my group stopped at a train cemetary in the middle of nowhere. It's a very beautiful place and peaceful, an amazing place to take photographs.
My first photo as a pro user ;)
At one time, these were (and sometimes still are) actual laws or railroad rules:
Believe it or not, putting salt on a railroad track in Alabama was once punishable by death.
In West Virginia, it was once illegal to sleep on a train.
It is illegal to place soap on railroad tracks in Mississippi
In South Dakota, it is illegal to place firecrackers on railroad track. The fine doubles if they are lit.
Daily Shoot
#ds451 Make a photograph that features a leading line through it today. Draw the viewers eye through the image.
– Shel Silverstein
When I came across these tracks, they immediately felt as overgrown as my motivation over this long last year.
It's the not-so-funny thing about this funny thing that's been dragging me down - giving in to it only leads to another day of falling deeper into the pattern.
But every now and then, I still catch a glimpse of the familiar line, and hear a very faint rumble telling me that something might come rushing through again ... sending the remains of as many seasons swirling up into the air.
And every now and then, it's enough to make me follow.
I saw the lights of a train coming. I set up by the tracks and waited. Eventually I realized it was on another spur line that routed it a block away! No locomotive shots today...
"The tracks" as we called them when I was growing up. We would walk along them to get to various places within the neighborhood. There was no commuter rail back then so "the tracks" were much less busy or dangerous than they are today.