Splendour
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Sunrise on Lake Albert, Meningie, South Australia. Taken 45 mins after Majestic Morning – the most spectacular sunrise I have ever witnessed.
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What do you call the light that permanently imprints itself into the deepest corner of your cerebral real estate? Just a memorable one, divine, sublime? The star was going down fast, as it was just a matter of ‘to get it over and done with‘ a daily sunset routine – until that moment. Like it was switched on by some all powerful hand residing somewhere in the center of a kingdom of light, the sunbeam reached across the valley, bringing all the associated attributes with it, like joy and warmth, just for a few moments, before disappearing altogether. The blue cold haze drowned the beautiful Hawkes Bay valley, but not before the last ray of sun got there first. I was standing in awe … for a while in fact, still in disbelief. Review button and LCD screen confirmed it did happen. Sweet. I’ll treasure selfishly the melody of breeze passing through the treetops, the smell of golden grass and feel of fallen leafs under my feet. Not to worry, I left something to share with you. Here it is.
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After a week of rain in Sydney last week, Tatiana and I were itching to head up to the mountains today to shoot Sylvia Falls in the Valley of The Waters in the Blue Mountains National Park, hopefully in full stream. The end of daylight saving last night was both a curse and a blessing to our plan to arrive at Conservatory Hut at the top of the cliffs at dawn, but we made it. The air was crisp and very still, there was a little light rain, and a heavy fog in the valley. On our way down to the Falls we stopped off at Queen Victoria Lookout to check out the view: We could hear the series of falls in the Valley of The Waters below us quite loudly from the lookout, so it was looking good. Down at the bottom, we split up, with myself stopping off to firstly shoot Empress Falls while Tatiana carried on to Sylvia Falls. Later we reunited at Sylvia, then progressed further down the valley to Lodore Falls and beyond. We both wanted to give The Black Glass a workout, being the Hoya HMC ND x400 77mm Filter, and boy did we ever! Designed for photographing solar eclipses safely, this extreme neutral density filter gives a special touch to Monochrome daylight photography. It is so dark you need to firstly compose, and focus, your shot without the filter on. The image you see here is a single shot RAW file. Note the shutter speed! The ONLY processing done on it has been to apply Linear Contrast (+1.3 Brightness Adjustment) and sharpening in Canon Digital Photo Professional before converting. The extreme settings shown below only worked given the dawn light and the absence of any wind! It was a great shoot. Canon EOS 5D Mark II, tripod-mounted (der!), remote shutter release / Canon EF 24-70mm f2.8L Zoom Lens with Canon UV Haze Filter and Hoya HMC ND x400 77mm Filter / ISO: 50 / Aperture: 7.1 / Focal length: 24mm / Speed: 270 seconds (yes, 4.5 minutes!) / WB: Auto / Focus: Manual / Image: single RAW / Style: Monochrome Best viewed large See also Sylvia Falls
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Look to this day: / For it is life, the very life of life. / In its brief course / Lie all the verities and realities of your existence. / The bliss of growth, / The glory of action, / The splendour of achievement / Are but experiences of time. For yesterday is but a dream / And tomorrow is only a vision; / And today well-lived, makes / Yesterday a dream of happiness / And every tomorrow a vision of hope. / Look well therefore to this day; / Such is the salutation to the ever-new dawn! Words written by Kalidasa 353-420 from India Drawing using oil pastels, charcoal and acrylic gold. 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Two days ago the beech-trees of the lane leading towards the country-house Gooilust in ´s-Graveland still presented themselves in full autumnal splendour. Now many of these leaves have fallen. ´s-Graveland, 9th November 2008, 11.32 am / Nikon D80, Nikkor 18-200 mm at 200 mm / F 11, 1/60, ISO 800
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André’s creation: eclectic pleasures
by Maxwell EdwardBlack and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words…
Black and white keys, saxophone, guitar, everywhere. The music has much more magnificence than can be tried to be explained through words. This jazzy rendezvous has always been André’s favourite ear-food. He just loves the way its beauty, splendour, radiance is ‘unleashed’. André stares at the canvas for over a dozen times. Here he is staring at the blank space which is future marvel…or was it to be past marvel? Had he missed his chance, missed the boat which would have sailed to sentimental stardom? He refuses to collaborate more than a sentence for any one idea. Any idea that deserves a sentence must deserve no doubt. Any canvas is only worth the greatest ideas. Two André’s exist; though only one at any one time. The withdrawn analytical front, designed for most occasions. On rare occasions the other character may appear, the intensive, massively determined André who acts on impulses. Impulsive André must be begged out. A Pandora’s Box of surprises, his job will at least never cease to astonish. “Dearest André, Through years have you befriended my son Louis, so therefore I am offering an opportunity to benefit both of our interests (with intent towards your gain). Litton inc., my company has stepped up towards mainstream success. We require visual arts for our newly bought edifice. I understand you have been painting for the eight years since high school. To your discretion I would like to require a painting; just one will suffice. I would like something vibrant and colourful, yet deep and meaningful; Contemporise to your own vision. Much thanks, Dr. Raymond Fonck.” The commissioned paper lies stuck on the wall. André has read it. Now it is time for the future. It has been too long sitting around (or rather bouncing around); too get too much productivity from anything. Someone once said to him that anything is good experience. True perhaps, although he prefers productivity, especially in a time of intensity such as this; three days left until confrontation. His vigilant eyes stroll around the room, searching for advice. He is not bored, nor has he painters block, for such a term does not exist and will not ever for him. His eyes strike the clock. The clock glares 5:48 pm back. What a disgusting fierce look it has. Not 5:45, nor 6:00 and only one uncomfortable minute in-between. For at this time these uncomforting three digits add to the frustration in the actual time. “Aw!” André suddenly realizes the importance of the time. It is the one factor which never seems to be on his side but actually encourages his total progress. It is an epiphany like that of a mother to the newborn. André decides to let his hands take / control. They are the secret key, (sometimes the gatekeepers of unleashing impulsive André) His dominant left one picks up the brush (over time it has made up for its fault of statistically losing him seven years). His right hand decides to lose cognition. It dips itself into a little puddle of Sangria oil paint muck. Than it flies onto the near-centre of the canvas, smeared diagonally. His left hand takes initiative once again, waving lines of smudge to and fro. Right hand brings more paint to its destination. Myrtle, Indigo, Olive, Magnolia…and no, not that…Yes, yes, even black! (Well seal brown to be precise). All of these contextually beautiful colours unleashed! There are no thoughts in André’s mind now. This is impulsive André now; organised thought is of little importance! That colour is important here. This colour is unimportant there. A few lines of any colour are important right here or there, but perhaps a darker colour is better. More negative space up and down the edges. Shape is forming. Lines are bolding. Complete non-representational form is diminishing. Visualizations; the visualized images in mind are being…unloaded bit by bit. It is coming about. What is it though? No one knows. If anybody could guess it definitely would not be André. André knows he has the power to bring out the reality in it though. In a seemingly paradox situation he must not connect to reality at the moment though. Now, after these hours of painting, André is in the painting. He would not know it has been hours besides the constant glare of the illuminating digital clock staring from across the room; it unconsciously processes its recognition into André. The phone screams out, ‘br-ring, br-ring!’ Like the other external matter it creeps into André, until finally its screams become too annoying to ignore. It’s too late now…impulsive André has vanished; his conventional counterpart has replaced him. The phone persists though. André decides to take it (typical for his returned mannerism). He dives across the room horizontally attacking the corner where that nuisance phone lies. ‘Aw, aw, aw, aw!’ A tube of paint has squirt from underneath his stomach. Agonising that his material friend can be so painful at times (like any of his life long friends). He picks up the phone; only the tone. He has missed whatever, whoever it was. Once again, missing the boat… Now thought and all that comes with it has returned. Why now out of all times possible? There is only sadness, misery, all this escalated from these small miniscule misfortunes; all has turned to turmoil! What can one do, when feeling like crawling into a hole? His secret minor disorders such as his claustrophobia would prevent him from crawling into that hole, even if he had one. At the moment everything feels like one big hole. Not surprisingly André’s eyes begin doing the only thing they know to do in times of unrest; wander. It is impossible to ignore what is there; it has been there all along, yet has never been seen. It is beautiful! It is splendour! It is radiance!! It is interrupted by another scream of ‘br-ring br-ring’. André picks up the damn phone. Without contemplation he whispers, “Sir, madam, I’m very terribly busy, could you perhaps call back sometime?” A deep sophisticated voice replies, “Raymond Fonck, André. Listen, I need to know about the progress of the painting. How is it going; ready to sell on Friday?” Many emotions garner at the speed of light inside André allows these emotions to clash inside of him. The painting; it is beautiful, splendour, radiance! How could he give it away now, after an indescribable series of emotional contributions? It is something that has not been attempted before; yet it is new but the expression of old. It is everything, at the moment, hopefully containing more interpretive inoculations for the future. It is a subject, of just some time, yet it contains a collaboration of detail separated from time. It is…once again interrupted by screams, this time of another sort; the infuriating talking of man. “André. Are you there?” Feelings of great rebellion sweep André off his feet. He knows how he will revolutionize his life, because after all; this painting has revolutionized his thought already. “Mister Fonck. I am so sorry. Some things have come over me…a type of sickness…although I am sure you are not aware of this mad syndrome I am suffering due to it. Well to the point, I must say I will not be supplying you with your wanted artwork. Thank you for your understanding. Hopefully we can collaborate something in future.” André hangs the phone up without replies, without a stated understanding from the mister Fonck. Without even the knowledge of acceptance or approval from the mister Fonck…it does not matter. All that matters is this new painting, this contemporised vision. It is everything. Most importantly of all, it is…unleashed!
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The goal of life is living in agreement with nature. Zeno (335 BC – 264 BC)
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Splendour In The Mist was shot at the same time as Return To Sylvia Falls – Valley Of The Waters: Splendour In The Mist was shot with a different lens and from a different position, ie much closer. It was shot in RAW using a Canon EOS 10D and Sigma 50mm f1.4 EX DG lens with Circular Polariser and UV Filters, ISO 200, 1/10 sec at f6.7. After I finished converting it, I noticed the similarities with a shot taken 6 months previously: On that occasion the lens was a standard EF 28-90mm zoom lens, and I think you can see the increase in clarity achieved with the Sigma 50mm f1.4 lens. At least, if you view Splendour In The Mist in Large some more of the detail will be apparent. All three images are included in the Waterfalls Of The Blue Mountains 2009 Calendar, available now:
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. Albert Camus (1913 – 1960)
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Taken a my friends garden in Tennessee. / Nikon D70 Nikon 18-200mm lens.
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An early morning shot of some seed heads at the Mount Maunganui beach.
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Eucalyptus trees in the mist, Mt Field National Park, Tasmania.
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Taken from the window of a jet. The magnificent solitude of these huge snowy peaks always takes my breath away. / Minor contrast adjustment only.
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Pautahanui Stream Observed Sometimes Later Than Ever Before
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second painting…...... the same problem with the year.. haha, I corrected it…. I am not content about the photos of those paintings…... / maybe I will do something about, and upload beter ones…....
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My dear RB friends, I appreciate your comments greatly! I prefer to reciprocate them rather than thank you individually so please do not be offended by my lack of replies here. I shall be commenting on your work instead. Thank you all… Astrid A detail from one of the side altars of the magnificent old church of Vittoriosa city in Malta.
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Sunset taken from Belmont Bay on beautiful Lake Macquarie, NSW Australia
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The near stillness recalls what is forgotten, extinct angels. / / Georg Trakl (1887 – 1914)
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On February 1832 Charles Darwin wrote about his first impressions of a tropical forest, and what follows was noted in his diary: ‘The delight one experiences in such times bewilders the mind; if the eye attempts to follow the flight of a gaudy butterfly, it is arrested by some strange tree or fruit; if watching an insect one forgets it in the stranger flower it is crawling over; if turning to admire the splendour of the scenery, the individual character of the foreground fixes the attention. The mind is a chaos of delight…........ Painting using oils, wax, graphite and pigments. Musi – Instrumental Piano
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The historic wharf at Tathra, New South Wales, Australia.
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The Light Is Sampling Its New Palette At The Cyclope’s Favourite Pétanque Beach
by Peter KurdulijaUS$4.66–US$106.40
You have to have a dream so you can get up in the morning. Billy Wilder (1906-2002)
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cardiff capital of wales has some wonderful architecture and statues im hopeing over the next few weeks to be out and about in cardiffs capital seeing whats on offer…....and i dont mean shoes ladies
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This beautiful chapel forms part of the church of St.Dominic in Valletta, Malta. It was taken on the day of the feast dedicated to the patron saint, hence the damask adorning the walls. The larger view offers more clear detail…
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