Firelight
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firelight
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Wild Turkeys fleeing from an inferno…
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This Masai warrior was lighting a fire in the traditional way at his village in Kenya Taken with Nikon D50
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Dune by the fire in the Sahara Desert, Morocco. / This was taken one night after we had pull up between a few dunes and the fire was started for the Tajine we were about to have for dinner. The glare from the flames was great lighting for this photo, and to keep an eye out for the scorpions and vipers.
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What exactly is going on here? Well, this is what I imagine is happening… I imagine that there’s some folks off in the woods, camping down for the night, maybe cooking up some game they snagged, and generally settling down. Little do they know that they’ve attracted the attention of some bad boys of the dark elf variety. There they lurk, enjoying the knowledge that they’re about to seriously ruin someone’s night.
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Desire floods through the veins of men / Blackened thoughts of those who sin Probing minds with evil lies / Taunting souls to hear their cries Feeling peace while shredding dreams / Fading love’s golden beams Desire floods through the veins of men / Blackening thoughts so those may sin
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Nautilus and fractalius filter /
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©2007-2008 Aimee Stewart, Foxfires – please see my CC Terms of Use before considering using this image for any personal or commercial use http://foxfires.deviantart.com/journal/6266450/ / (Please do not repost this on Photobucket or Flickr!) / —-—-—-—-——- What goes on in the forest once the sun goes down? Little campfires are lit, and thimbles full of Earl Grey are quietly enjoyed. —-—-—-—-—— All links and credits can be found here
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The poem on this photo is taken from an American Greetings book entitled: “A Treasury of Thoughts.” Copyright date is 1967 by American Greetings. The rose was taken from a bouquet which I just got from my husband for our 30th Anniversary. Had to shoot pics of it before it wilted! The Orton Effect was added to this photo as well. Love is a feeling that comes and goes, so in order for a marriage to work you need more than a “feeling”, you need to be friends! That’s what I like about this message, it focuses on the “friendship” side of love. Time spent together, even if it’s just an hour after a long day of work is so important. The rose is often thought of as the “cadillac” of flowers, perfect in shape, and usually more expensive than other types of flowers. So the poem is describing a relationship that is special, more valued, and desireable. To me that’s the essence of love, spending time with someone you value and desire who also feels the same about you, and then is willing to take time out from a busy day to let you know that.
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....well, not quite. A little bit of PS modification to some very old and crisp roses that I have been saving for some experimental close-ups.
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I couldn’t resist this shot of our beautiful Bella in the warm glow of the firelight yesterday evening. Sony A700 – shutter 1/8, aperture f/4.5 – colour ‘as is’ straight from camera.
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With so many agendas combined with their chaotic natures, it’s amazing that the Elven High Council can ever agree on anything.
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Painted in 2008. Acrylic on canvas. 72” x 46”
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This is a rose from Sacramento’s California’s Capitol Park Rose Garden. It was taken in full sunlight using a ND4 (neutral density) filter to limit a lot of the light coming into the Nikkor 18 – 105mm lens. By doing to, there was little editing after the shot, resizing and a bit of cropping. I’m not always fond of using this filter unless I can’t get fine definition to show well between changes in the aperture and exposure offset. But when it works, it can give you a chance for The Shot that you weren’t going to get otherwise. The Nikon D90 was the weapon of choice when the Panasonic TZ4 decided it wasn’t going to take macros when asked. I brought it with me today and restricted it to hanging around my neck in the case as punishment. It promised not to be a jerk in the future so I let it shoot my arm with a yellow-faced ladybug on it but the damned bug either decided to bite me or start rooting around for something between skin cells. The Panasonic’s aim was off a bit and I couldn’t check it before I was unfairly eaten.
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A cool looking flower, not sure of the name. / Straight from the camera. Manual settings, manual focus, hand held. / Olympus E510
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We had a fire last night and roasted hot dogs. I tried out my camera on the fire and was playing around using different settings and came up with this of Elizabeth with the glow of the fire and her looking up at the sky. Elizabeth is my daughter and she is 16
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Pwo Karen children gather by a fireplace to meet and talk with a rare western visitor in their village. This photograph was taken in the early 1980s, before remote villages had schools or roads and when the children smoked tobacco and chewed betel. / Nikon FM2, nikkor 28mm lense and kodachrome film. Taken with a flash. Scanned at 7200 dpi in a Plustek slide scanner, then cropped, adjusted and cleaned in photoshop.
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Yesterday when I was young / The taste of life was sweet as rain upon my tongue / I teased at life as if it were a foolish game / The way the evening breeze may tease a candle flame / The thousand dreams I dreamed, / the splendid things I planned / I always built, alas, on weak and shifting sand / I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day / And only now I see how the years ran away Yesterday when I was young / So many drinking songs were waiting to be sung / So many wayward pleasures lay in store for me / And so much pain my dazzled eyes refused to see / I ran so fast that time and youth at last ran out / I never stopped to think what life was all about / And every conversation I can now recall / Concerned itself with me, me, and nothing else at all “Yesterday the moon was blue / And every crazy day brought something new to do / I used my magic age as if it were a wand / And never saw the waste and emptiness beyond / The game of love I played with arrogance and pride / And every flame I lit too quickly, quickly died / The friends I made all seemed somehow to drift away / And only I am left on stage to end the play / There are so many songs in me that won’t be sung / I feel the bitter taste of tears upon my tongue / The time has come for me to pay for yesterday / when I was young” ~ Song by Charles Aznavour See/hear music video here / ~ A version by Shirley Bassey here _ Original photo is of a friend of mine; taken in the dark (no flash) by firelight only_ ~ PS: today 6 Sept, here in Australia, its so-called “Fathers Day”
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The fire upon the hearth is low, / And there is stillness everywhere..Eugene Field An Exploration in Chiaroscuro…Watermedia on Arches Not Paper FEATURED IN JUST WATERCOLOURS
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After a long day of holiday decorating….how about a relaxing drink by a cozy fire. Happy Thanksgiving!!! Taken 11/25/09. For this photo, my daughter and her boyfriend agreed to help me with some lighting experiments. Natural color and light by the fire. Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XSi / F stop: F/5.6 Exposure: 1/5 sec. / Focal length: 47.0 mm Flash: flash did not fire, / Shutter speed (Tv): 2.4
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