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This image was caputured in a shallow rock pool,then toned & tinted in photoshop.
The nude model draped in light flowing material blowing in the wind at sunset at the beach. Captured with a Canon 40D with a f4 70-200 USM IS L lens. / 1/250th,ISO200,centreweighted,focal length 70mm,
Pastel on paper. From my series, Drives, focussing on cars and their drivers.
This is a late edition to my Swan Lake series where I captured my beautiful model Kylie with Tulle blowing in the wind. 3 seperate exposures layered into one & with speedlite lighting and a dark curved sky reminds me of old paintings. Shot in the hills east of Perth / Canon 40D 17-85mm lens, f14,1/250, ISO 250, EX580 master, EX430 slave, psot processing photoshop CS3
Reflections Before Sunrise Submitted for the Letter R in Alphabet Soup NEW Challenge for The Best of R Challenge The Forth Railway Bridge Queensferry Edinburgh Scotland: The 2.5 km. (1.5 mile) Forth Railway Bridge, the world’s first major steel bridge, with its gigantic girder spans of 521 m. (1710 ft.) ranks as one of the great feats of civilization. It was begun in 1883 and formally completed on 4 March 1890 when HRH Edward Prince of Wales tapped into place a ‘golden’ rivet. I love this old bridge because it brings back many wonderful memories of my childhood as we travelled across it on old trains to Burnt Island and Kinghorn for day trips. Nostalgic, I know, but I have a fascination with things that influenced my life. I was always struck by it’s sheer size and complex construction. I even tried to build it once from matchsticks and glue. I captured this picture on a cold and frosty morning in Nov 2008 when visiting my sick father in Edinburgh Royal Infirmary. I’ll always remember the look on his face as I showed him this picture on my Nikon screen. He said, through his oxygen mask “WOW son, that’s brilliant!” Thanks dad! Camera: Nikon D700 Lense 24-120mm. “More Views of Edinburgh Scotland” Just click the pic to take you there.
An ambition of mine / Held for quite some time / Was to learn the lines / To Auld Lang Syne Now admittedly I’ve struggled / For the dialect’s dutch-double / Like missing pieces from a puzzle / That the dog’s just guzzled But I’m understanding some / And the rest will come along / With practice I’ll perform / This great poem with aplomb Along the cliffs and crackled shore / The words of Burns come to the fore / But seas between us braid hae roar’d / And will echo here forevermore And when past days are long but gone / It’ll do you good to keep friendships strong / Should auld acquaintance be forgot? / For if you don’t have that then you’ve not a lot At least that’s what Rabbie Burns would say / If he were still alive today / And every New Year arms will sway / To sing the song in his memory 250 years since the day of his birth / I thought long and hard and considered it worth / Marking the occasion, a tribute of sorts / To the genius Scot, the greatest poet on earth Thus I dedicate this / To the master of verse / Though my memory’s getting worse / So best get back and rehearse —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Lunan Bay, near Arbroath, Angus, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
we don’t know where we’re going / we don’t know where we’ve been / we can’t see past the future / if the past remains unseen —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- This image was voted in the top 10 of the Redbubble competition “The substance of things not seen”, from over 400 entries. Thanks to anyone who voted! Redbubble is hoping to exhibit the winning images at the TED exhibition in London this month, see my Journal for further details. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Loch Faskally, Perthshire, Scotland Copyright © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
like wooden tops / twisting this way and that a revolt / trouble afoot at the black ice rodeo take your partners / and spin spin spin a waltz / as if your last the break of news / at sleeping rock a swirl / he saw everything —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Elie, Fife, Scotland Copyright © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
Dyin’ Alone Thou shalt not fear the lonely life / For to fear livin’ alone / Is a life not for livin’ And thou shalt not fear the lonely death / For to fear dyin’ alone / Is a death not for dyin’ The shade may hide you / The light may guide you / The stranger may find you But at the falling of the darkened veil / Forgive and forget what has been / And know that irregard of friend or foe / Everyone dies alone —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Loch Lomond, Trossachs National Park, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk This image was featured on the Redbubble homepage, / Friday 5th June 2009 / / For Alice / I’m dedicating this image to Alice Oates who suggested I enter this in the Loch Lomond challenge in the UK National Parks group. I promised if it won I’d dedicate the image to her, and indeed it went on to win, so this is for you Alice :) Pay It Forward / I was also delighted to hear that his image was nominated for the prestigious Pay it Forward group by Alice Oates (above). Each person is allowed to nominate their absolute favorite work created by someone else on Redbubble – and they are only allowed to choose one, so it’s a huge honour to be selected. Thanks a million Alice!... ”I would like to nominate Dyin’ Alone by Donald Cameron because, as you can see in his description, he went ahead with his promise that he’d dedicate the image to me if he won a challenge I suggested he enter. Also, I think it’s a fantastic image in itself, and deserved said win.”
Black is in darkness / where secrets will hide / a passionate grief / an immeasurable sigh / we forget, we forget / and it takes by surprise White is in light / where truth will be told / stumbling past younger days / until we’re too old / we remember, we remember / and it breaks at the soul A mystery deepens / where we’re fooled by the sight / of no light in pure dark / and no dark in pure light / yet they mix, yet they mix / come the falling of night —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Broughty Ferry, Tayside, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
Coastline / disappearing into sea, / eroding lands / shifting sands Barriers fight / the devastating tides, / man’s best hand / only slowing the decline Markers of progress / or lack thereof, / fragile and helpless / and doomed from the first Perhaps a symbol / of our inevitability – / nothing lasts forever / regard the end —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- The title comes from “The Death of Ivan Ilyich” by Tolstoy, in which Ivan discovers he is dying and cannot come to terms with his fate. He carries a locket with the inscription “Respice Finem” (Regard The End). Location: Broughty Ferry, Tayside, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
As a tribute to Donald Sutherland.
Death-like sparks burn cold and hard / A symphony of sea salt soldiers / Shaping their invasion on awaiting land Leaping from splashes / Grasping for oxygen / A rush to do battle come the day, come the time Roaring to shore in spectacular voice / To crush the life from a million weeping pebbles / As they pray for forgiveness / Down on bended knee / Begging for second chances And all the while / Eyes peer from deep forbidden sea / For a slender gaze at the battle afoot / Gossiping like fishwives over sips of milky tea / As they twitch through heavy net curtains / And tut tut tut at the youth of today Then scuttle away / Chasing the tails of those who fled first / As the wounded and fallen lay still behind Time to draw a new breath whilst plans are redrawn / And commence another charge toward the quivering shore —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Auchmithie, Angus, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
Australia Day Perth Australia / Canon 40D 17-85mm
Once upon a tide / at the milkiest point of the planet / lay the underwater city of Seafield / under statues of dullest gray granite / though the timing could never be certain / it all points to a good while ago / some say it’s myth and some say it’s truth / but time’s passed and we’ll never quite know There’s talk of a fisherman named Old Penny Brown / a man of contradictions and many few words / who kept himself to himself / and fed his fish to the birds / he sailed the high seas for days and days and days / searching for a place he knew couldn’t be found / and when he never returned / folk assumed he had drowned But what really occurred / before you start feeling pity / was his little boat crashed / into this great long lost city / oh heck! oh hell! / as he mopped up his brow / where on earth am I? / and what will I do now? He stepped out of his craft / trying to deal with the strain / and watched disbelieving / as water started to drain / quickly scrambling for safety / he started to pray / scratching his skull / whilst the sea fled away There were palaces and castles / sunken ships and treasure / fairgrounds, casinos / unimaginable pleasures / I’m sure i’ve not seen such a place in my life! / he marvelled and wondered how there could come to be / such a magical wonder / hidden under the sea Every ounce of his good sense / implored him to leave / it’s risky! it’s danger! / run! hide! retreat! / but the sea soon returned / and left him no choice / he became their new leader / it became his new voice Of course it all took its toll / and the city soon crumbled / Old Penny passed on / and the buildings all tumbled / yet if you look closely / and keep your eyes peeled / you might glimpse what remains / of the long lost Seafield —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Seafield, Kirkaldy, Fife, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
conforming lines and scribbles / graffiti the shifting sky / as avalanches of calm descend / on the common day a traveller awaits / entry to the balloting portal / holding ballet dance poses / on most eager tiptoes as lab tests and case studies / spill from well travelled pockets / and withered surroundings are pierced / with fierce note jotting eyes now uniformed bodies are wrapping / themselves in creaky old tin foil / and surging to the deadline / past broken sound barriers what lessons were learned / from the curious race / remain locked in the thoughts / of this soon to depart traveller but as the portal splits open / they will do well to conclude / that this black and white world / was meant for you and me —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Auchmithie, Angus, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
let us pray for the good men now raging war / against vicious tremendous old sea / under moonlit mile sparkle dust decoration and let us pray for the tattered old hands / wrinkled and shrivelled by time and by tears / weeping gently at the daily swell and let us pray that the mighty strata / safely points its layered mass west into / bitter chills and tower block waves and let us pray the callous sea claims not a life / unforeseen, unexpected, unheard / in the unkempt space beyond visible horizon and let us pray their return is as swift as their exit / bringing catch to make pockets fall heavy / and crowds of well-wishers to line harbour walls and let us pray that the efforts of trawlermen / are rightly commended on plate and on deck / and on lips served by the call of the sea —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Downpatrick Head, Co. Mayo, Ireland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk After it was pointed out that this looked like the front of a ship, I wrote an alternate poem, and the original will fit with another image to follow.
a blast of shadows / feast on towers of immovable ink / watch them, watch them / fill their bilious stomachs with / the rhythm of black watch gun salutes white dove prowls restless beneath / waiting for word / on the whereabouts of bright day / last seen served on platters / to aforementioned suspects call in for backup / pulse gone, voice gone / save the stacked mass of ages / from the unsettled moment / and a face of scars curse you, the darkest of times —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Downpatrick Head, Co. Mayo, Ireland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
A piercing cough – / Stifled, choked. / Gush of reds, / Delight of blacks. A clotted knot – / Sorrowed, scarred. / Stigmatic clouds, / Mourning skies. A broken back – / Adrift, the Tay. / Blood stream, / To the sea. / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: River Tay @ Newburgh, Fife, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk A slightly different style of shot to my usual work, wanted it to be quite dark, moody and grainy with just a slight hint of colour remaining to work with the poem theme.
twenty seven years on this ungodly earth / ending, sat down by the river / absorbing the small sips now taking their berth / on the tasting buds, keen to deliver the living in trees are now passing to ground / and winter stands waiting in line / and the stream trickles on, in knowledge it’s bound / for pitlochry, til barrels entwine an edradour malt slides faint troubles and fears / away, ships past stormy seas / so here I raise a glass to the twenty eighth year / may it flow as the river decrees —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Pitlochry, Perthshire, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
on another sullen afternoon, / white lies. / on the day the salt desert draws breath, / white lies. / on the same day fair sky abandons all hope, / white lies. / on a monolith sunken in fresh cotton sheets, / white lies. / on the straightened horizon, / white lies. / on the truth, / white lies. / / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / / Location: Dysart, Fife, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk Edited to slightly darken the sky and tone in better with the lower half of the image.
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turn like the tide in the moonlight / rotate like the wheel’s coming loose / it’s a wonderful thing, to behold such a sight / it’s as if you’ve been hustled, vamoose! good god it’s amazing you settle / and dance with such grace, such aplomb / and to think that the steam from a kettle / could drive you, could so spur you on four minutes of fizz and you’re flying / suspending the passengers high / and what makes the motion surprising / is you’re moving in synch with the sky —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- Location: Falkirk Wheel, Falkirk, Scotland © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk Created for the 12th SlashTHREE online art exhibition Steampunk See the shot from my previous visit here to view the wheel from another angle. What is it? / This is a long exposure shot capturing the rotation of the Falkirk Wheel in Scotland – the world’s first revolving canal boat lift. It takes approximately 4 minutes to fully rotate and lifts boats up to the next level of the canal. An amazing piece of architechtural design and engineering, apparently it only takes the equivalent power of boiling a kettle to power each rotation.
Witness / / Maybe we’re nothing, / just bodies and voices, / specks on the cosmic expanse. / Passengers of light years, spinning ’til dust, / another tick on the bloodspill chart. / / From a gutter, / amongst shadows and sea, / you can almost witness the dying. / This is what they call, / visionary. / / / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / / Location: Dunottar, by Stonehaven, Scotland / / © Donald Cameron 2009 / Monophotography.co.uk
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