Landscape london
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I just couldn’t stop taking photos of tulips in London this spring. The day was warm and sunny and the displays in so many gardens just beautiful.
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Taken in London EC3 COLOUR PORTFOLIO IN THE MOMENT – PHOTOJOURNALISM URBAN DECOR ARCHITECTURAL MOTHER NATURE SUBLIME GRIME PORTRAITURE
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A magical moment in London
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COLOUR PORTFOLIO IN THE MOMENT – PHOTOJOURNALISM URBAN DECOR ARCHITECTURAL MOTHER NATURE SUBLIME GRIME PORTRAITURE
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The Arch, Twelve Apostles, Twelve Apostles and London Bridge. Port Campbell National Park, Victoria, Australia.
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Adobe Photoshop (digital) manipulation of photographic imagery. FORGIVE ARCADIA You asked me to write something today / And all I could sense was a blank. / Something on fiction and truth, was what you needed – / But my truth is a brick wall / And buildings that should be shattered / Like crabs’ claws. / Still, this morning I woke up at five / And wondered what would happen / If the earth froze numb at that secret hour – / If I could lift my hand, and make the horizon still. / Then there’d be no one except me, / And the birds. As the moon went out I should / Dance and fly through emptied streets / Away from the city’s cramped horizon / To where the great clouds raced. / Within their wefts, or so I’d like to think, / A sugar veil of crystals / A flurry of icy motes, waiting to catch the sun, / For now still dark with night – / A gust of frozen sparks, perhaps, / Dormant, and charged with the power / Of undiscovered things: unformed, unknown. / And then, having been born again, / I’d creep back to bed, and the smell of cotton. Last night I met a girl, from far-off lands. / She was charming – Finnish, so she said, / And she smiled a numinous smile / On a clear face with peachy skin: / Slender, and lit with an inner glow, / Peaceful and seraphic, / As lucid in form as porcelain, / Or a pink sweetshop mouse. I want to meet her again. But I’d made her up, / In a dream it seems I’d had; all complete, / All fully formed, with a purpose, and a past / Of her own, although she’d never been alive. / And now she’s gone with the dew. / And now I miss her. She was, a think, a succubus of strange benevolence: / Beating inside, her eager heart / That galvanised my moment of epiphany, / And found a path to earth through sleeping limbs. / These ghosts of memory, haunting my waking hours: / Why do you give me time, why do you lend me / Your good aim? Phantasms that could not be, / Specious potentialities, all unborn / You night creatures, far removed / From what the daylight people do, or are; / Those sunshine ones, who own the clear air, / And spread themselves in it; whose clamour makes / A transient misfortune, then they’re gone… / Yet why must you, instead, / Tend me as if I were an orchid of the gloom – / Which, plainly, I am not? I tried to think what heaven might be like / For us, we creatures of blind purpose / Fumbling (as we do) at light. Oblivion would be / Much of it: forgetting for the hundredth time / What we had done before, and comatose with hope, / We should ourselves break free – like birds, or / A flutter of petals, simply because we could. / Nothing to fail us, nothing to expiate, nothing to / Disappoint. Above all, freedom from shame. / Blank-eyed, we’d cup our hands, and find them / Crammed with sweets. Infantilism would be the / Recommended option, that or promiscuity. / We’d flounce like butterflies, or nose our way / As small insectivores do, sniffing for flesh to nip / Without remorse. Inspiring our laborious intent: / The gaze of a cow, chewing on infinity. All animal / Kingdoms would be ours to claim, lacking only people. There’d be no art, no divine discontent: / No knowing laughter, and no more endeavour – / Only the yawning promenade / Of a world stripped of Self. Upon preened wings, / We’d soar through canyons bright as mirrors, / Where everything was fixed and known. Down / We’d dive: to perch, and later, stroll an eternal pleasure / Pier, bounded on each side by the extinction / Of individuals. Our jelly baby guards / (Blameless as halfwits, or as sociopaths) / Their looks too liquid to sustain reproach, / Would urge us safely home, and in a tract of flowers / We’d be immured, and there we’d stick: an endless, timeless / Moment wherein consciousness lay hanged. Paradise, although fortuitous, is where nothing goes unplanned. / It is predestination without fear, without account. / Meanwhile, with brains intact, you’ll promise to let me / Face the glare of what is commonplace. / And, in return, I’ll try to be more even-handed / In indifference. Stephen Jackson June 2002 / For Jan
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Black and white photography taken in East London
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A different spin on a much loved Aussie icon! Bonnie Doon series Geelong series Hastings series Warneet series Portsea series Carrum series Flora series Digital series Blacksmith Series Great Ocean Road Series
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The original art is painted acrylic on stretched canvas and is 30” x 24” The original has been sold. You can see my other original paintings at arts-fine.co.uk
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Tower Bridge London, with a bluish effect This / work / has / been / produced / by / Christian / Zammit / Kindly / click / on / photo / below. / Visit my gallery / Monthly Journals
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Millenium Bridge St Pauls,River Thames, London
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I painted this in oils in 1970 from a photograph / taken very early in the morning. This is the / Northern Embankment of the river Thames in London. / Blackfriars Bridge in the distance and Captain Scott’s / ship the “Discovery”, which was open to visitors / during the day. (The Discovery is no longer on this / site and has been moved to it’s original shipyard.)
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About this Image: Taken on the concourse along the River Thames on an evening that was “wet” but clear. The shining walkway is illuminated by the streetlamps while the trees shine with the light of the blue “stars” in the branches. The three persons are out on a lovely eveing in London for a stroll. Camera exposure time allows them to keep moving as they are slightly “motion blurred” giving a sense of immediacy and movment in the image.
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Original is on 36” x 24” Canvas (Best viewed large) And is for sale on my own Art Gallery Online
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Top Featured Piece Of The Day in the Live, Love, Dream group, 12th Nov, 2008. / Featured in the Rivers, Lakes and Dams group, 12th Nov, 2008. Early one January morning, I got out of bed before dawn and headed in to London and the Thames. I knew where I wanted to get the shot from. I set up the tripod and camera and waited. I hoped the sun would be visible, but had nothing more to base the possibility on other than the sky had been red at sunset the night before. My luck was in!
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Saw a great swath of poppies in the distance. But do you think I could find them. With dusk fast approching I at last found this small field. There was a gusty breeze though so no possibility of macros.
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London Bridge / Portsea 20×16” Matted print Poster
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All the fun of the fair! Memories of childhood, having fun, being excited, eating wonderfully strange foods, feeling desperately ill and wanting more! The yearly fair at Barham Park, Sudbury Town, Wembley. / /
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Location: London UK
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My First Visit to Leeds Castle / Looking through the blossom. Easter Flowing Beauty at Leeds Castle Kent UK. On this photography trip, I thought “I’ll go out and only take my 50mm prime (no Zoom capability) with me, this meant that for every single shot, to get the framing right I had to move rather than the lense. It was really interesting. Peoeple were watching me much more than normal, I had to duck down, stan tall, kneel in mud and walk back or walk forward, just to get the framing right. It was a good exercise because what you do get with a prime lense is pure light and quality of glass. It’s obvious in the sharp details in the 170 pictures I took on this shoot. I’ll definitely try it again. However, only taking the 50mm prime did hhave it’s limitations as well. I couldn’t get close enough to some subjects to capture the detail that I’d like to have. However, next time I can alway take along my zoom with me. One good things about Leeds Castle, it cost £16.50 to get in, but that enables you to go back as my times as you like within one year. So I’ll definitely be back to capture some more wonderful scenes from here. The place is a choc-box full of delights for any photographer or artist. It’s magical and amazing. / Camera. Nikon D700 50mm at ISO 200 /
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Taken on a moody rainy day and have used some tone mapping to bring clouds out a tad more
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I hijacked this location from another bubbler named Robert Mullner. Its strange that I struggled to find photographic merit in the Mornington Peninsula back beach area even though it is my backyard, Robert,s portfolio made me feel like the village idiot. It was actually raining this afternoon and you can see a rainbow forming out to sea.
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