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Just fifty steps from my Department's building... not a bad place for a coffee... ;-)
Original shot taken with an Infrared self-modified Fuji Finepix 6900z, some post processing.
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I finally managed to take some pictures of these wonderful trees. I was expecting sun and blue sky but today was foggy, but I think it was worth the same.
The legend says that these trees have been donated by Japanese emperor.
It has a very strange atmosphere
Canon 30d - 50mm carlzeiss 1.4mm ( f= 4 )
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It's just a few hours past the wedding ceremony; people are tucking into tasty Mexican food wherever you look, the bar is hopping, and Ethan Lipton as groom makes his best effort to be everywhere at once.
Leica Digilux1, ISO 100, f/2.2, 1/4s
一片透明,投射出了實影,卻也反射著虛影...
真實的,是看不清的物品,也是數不盡的回憶,
虛幻的,是畫面中清晰的自己,以及為自己留影的相機,
也許,虛實之間,
只有立場的問題...
I saw this doe for only a couple of minutes. She stared at me with eyes of liquid brown. When she left, she left so quiet and quickly, that I wasn't even sure she had been there. She was beautiful.
Golden Jubilee Bridge, London
The river’s tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept…
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
- TS Eliot, The Waste Land