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Brilliant red sunset in the Arizona desert. / Four shot pano.
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i took this photograph on a cloudy day with great lighting and spectacular sunsets. The contrast of colors and the golden highlights of the / buildings during late afternoon created a beautiful landscape of Los Angeles, my golden city. Born in Los Angeles, I am enamored with our city and the many opportunities afforded me as a child and adult both personally and professionally.
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I captured this image as the sun was setting over Dubai. The weak sunshine combined with the pollution casts an awesome light on this developing city and reflects beautifully off the water.
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Watch the Video HERE Another summer day has come and gone away / In Paris and Rome but I wanna go home / Mmmmmmmm Home Maybe surrounded by a million people I / Still feel all alone I just wanna go home / Oh I miss you you know And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you / Each one a line or two “I’m fine baby how are you?” / Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough / My words were cold and flat and you deserve more than that Another aeroplane another sunny place / I’m lucky I know but I wanna go home / Mmmm I’ve got to go home Let me go home / I’m just too far from where you are / I wanna come home ..interlude.. And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life / It’s like I just stepped outside when everything was going right / And I know just why you could not come along with me / ‘Cause this was not your dream but you always believed in me Another winter day has come and gone away / In even Paris and Rome and I wanna go home / Let me go home And I’m surrounded by a million people I / Still feel alone and let me go home / Oh I miss you you know Let me go home I’ve had my run / Baby I’m done I gotta go home / Let me go home it will all be all right / I’ll be home tonight I’m coming back home Michael Bublé
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An old abandoned barn i drove past between Buxton and Taggerty. Saw it on the way up and thought I’ve gotta take a photo of that when I come back past. Luckily when driving back past I remembered and saw some beautiful rays coming from the stormy clouds. I,ve always dreamt of getting some sun rays but hadn’t yet happened until now. Had to get my lens in between wires on an electric fence to take it but I think it was worth the risk. 3 exposures, HDR in Photomatix and converted to black and white in Adobe Lightroom. On Saturday the 7th of February my family lost our home away from home at Marysville, as well as our two Rhodesian Ridgebacks and our Abyssinian cat. My condolences go to anyone who also lost family, friends or property on this terrible weekend, and I know deep down that Marysville will be back and better than ever, in the near future…
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Wake up : 3 am. / Look threw the window : Clear and starry night with beautiful moon. / Coffee and drive to the sea. / Arrival on the place : 4 am. Still dark with big clouds … / That’s the third time i try to catch one soft dawn on the sea at this place. That’s the third time i arrive there under the clouds. Back home : 8 am under a small rain. I’ll have to come back another time.
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i could not resist this. / perfectly new door, grungy back-alley…the contrasting..i mean..hello!
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Listen to this song here tonight i’ll dream a girl called home / and wake up in tears / all on my own / with the sun coming up / and my head against stone / balcony dressed and drawn / tonight i’ll dream a room so far away / frost pale blue / the colour of a perfect day / and then screw up my face / in the mirror / as i wait for the others to call but if i don’t believe in magic / and i don’t believe in blood / and i don’t believe in miracles / and i don’t believe in love / then how come i believe so soon / in a cherry tree girl / and a dust blue room? tonight i’ll dream an hour so long / shadow soft smiles / and everyone loves me / to open my eyes / in a drag myself face undone / hard back into the world / tonight i’ll dream a dream i dream / without even trying i’m flying i scream / as i practice the move / i spit at my pillow stained face / and the others all come but if i don’t believe in magic / and i don’t believe in blood / and i don’t believe in miracles / and i don’t believe in love / then how come i believe it seems / in a girl called home / and a world called dreams? The Cure
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A loose Seascape of Newhaven Breakwater (Sussex). Done on Lana 140LB Not 480 mm X 210 mm.
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Taken on a farm a little outside of Dalesford, Central Victoria, Australia.
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Watercolour on Bockingford 140LB cold pressed (not) 420mm X 150mm of Seaford Beach, located between Eastbourne & Newhaven (Sussex) BN 25
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Seascape done of scene near port Logan ,Scotland 380mm X 280mm done on 300LB arches cold pressed Rough
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End of afternoon light in La Plaine des Maures, Provence. Can be seen here at a very better size. .
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A path in the park, infrared
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The Stuibenfall is the biggest and highest waterfall in the Tyrol. It’s located near Umhausen, Oetztal, and it takes you some 35-40 minutes to walk from the car park to the foot of the waterfall. the waterfall – divided into two steps – is some 150m high and transports some 610 to 2000 litres of water per second (depending on the weather/rain situation) there are 4 plattforms from bottom to top, where you can get pretty close to the waterfall. this photo was taken from plattform 2, so there are two more / further up the waterfall. but taking photo there is a bit tricky, as the water is coming from all sides >>> camera & lens are getting really wet…
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some green trees and some white water… Canon EOS 40D / Sigma 10-20 4-5.6 EX DC HSM / Hoya HMC ND8 filter / tripod / 1.6s @ f/22
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Above Morvich, 5 Sisters of Kintail, Highlands Scotland / /
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Twins
by ScapevisionLakefront area in winter
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Red Cullins, Isle of Skye, Hebrides, Scotland / / /
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Ben Nevis, Scotland / / / The Romance Music from The Witchfinder General. A Confounded Letter. / As nightime therapy then, I listed all the happenings I could not explain. Could not account for in the dreadful, dreary, daily, dumb. Fearful scars across a manic mystery country of my own making. First across the Camel river then to Lyonesse; to hear the bells under the waves and finding in ivy, hidden Mesopotamian mystery mazes on a rocky valley, carved, cliff wall. A witch body in an old witched blacked stone museum. A big pig, ghost pig, frightening a boy, in Thomas Hardy’s cold boarded, greenwood church. An Adder and a sign Saint under a stone in a river, ending through a fiord. The Once and Future King swimming forever under Tintagel’s sea waterfalls. The light of my stone megalith mystery landscape. The one they call paralis in paradise. Before the moor of excellent dreams. North Grandfather coming into sleep and asking to be aright, all light with his fob and blue Saint golden watch hanging bright. Othneil, Lion of God, my Norman ancestor uncle, haunting me uncertainly with the sad smell of his pipe tobacco in rooms long emptied of memories. The first time I am in Ireland when he dies, in old England and I did not know. A hand touches mine in the Irish peat dark from nowhere. It plays and strokes calmly and then unaccountably leaves. Leaving flowers and the smell of pipe tobacco. A sister asleep with eyes closed at the same time across the widest sea, as Ireland, yet reading aloud and turning pages in an illustrated book.. The Synchronizing of timeless effect and million to one chances happening every tattled tale time I looked around, in and under, in remorseless fogged fear. Finding this music only when I stopped listening and looking in the hiding place of plain sight. A caged cap cavalryman in a Priest hole chimney behind the horsehair and plaster of a friend and ancient farm. The walk across a wooden, yet carpeted floor with spurs a jingle. With his long straight pistol and long straight fluted sword all bright, all blood, all right. The monster sound crashing in the eldrich dark wood of illicit listless love with the girl that ran and ran and ran along the old railway into another woman. The place and line of decapitated Captains of failed industry suicide. All these, still many more, were list listed in the black books of before bright pagan burning, as always. As Sunshine therapy then. Did it work? Oh yes and strangely enough, no. © 2009 Ken Simm.
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Taken 4.10.09 Simon and I decided to grab some us time and have our first walk of the autumn on Bungay common Suffolk View across the feilds from one of the small bridges you have to cross to get to the furthest side of the fields and then into to woods. I loved how the wind was bloaing the water and causing the ripples on the surface. Nikon D90 and !8-105vr lens / Focal length 30mm / F/. 8 / Exposure 1/640 sec / ISo 200 Hand held and Aperture Priority. Processed inNikon Efex Pro 3 colour with Tonal contrast to define the ripples.
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