Sun urban
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The beauty of baultic light… / I took this picture at the swedish harbour of Helsingborg. check what the product looks like here thank you for stopping by!
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*or the rush at dusk. shot at the (Autobahn) highway in Berlin.
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Adelaide, South Australia An Urban Sun Rise. The colours are simply amazing and I could not risk not getting a photo.
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@ All images are copyright of Rosa Cobos 2008 . Rights reserved She is my friend.. / nowadays, she does not talk.. / but the way she is facing the sunset.. / the way she is touching her sweet chin.. / the way her artificial hair waves and gives shapes / her perfect skull. / the way you see.. / is giving me her back.. / just tells me.. that.. / once rejected by the dreamy lovers.. / she has found a the perfect one.. / And she is hidding from me.. / the breaking of lust of her mouth.. / the burning eyes.. explossion of dust.. / the long promised throne.. / that it wont come.. / for thrones are for queens.. / and she.. / is ajust a dream.. / of beauty.. / of happiness.. / of eternal life.. / I love her .. / because.. / she can´t.. / (Rosa Cobos) © Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reservved
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Paris at dawn – taken with a wide angle lens.
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Companion image to City Sunrise “I’ve always been attracted to the hinterland of reality.. that place close to abstraction. In this case any sense of reality is a construct.. it is realistic in the sense that aerials and masts etc are recognisable urban features but in another sense they are nothing more than scratches and scribbles that approximate to the actual objects. There is no actual place where this vista exists… although I have often seen bits of this pictures. This is the visual landscape I enjoy operating in.. recognisable to an extent but also almost entirely imagined. Its a place but not a place.. it has forms but not real forms… but you can probably say exactly the same of every work of art. Some people think that aiming at realism is somehow truer to the subject but every photographer knows that even the most realistic depictions can be altered and made super realistic or less realistic.” This is one of a series of pictures based on the City Sunrise pastel sketch. Click here for the next picture in the series Available as a signed limited edition print This work is also included in my Digital Landscapes Calender. For those with a limited budget this is a great way to buy a lot images at lower cost. / / / “Here”
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Doug Faircloth© 2008
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In Berlin Spandau (Germany)...
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This sudden burst of sun’s rays almost caused an accident!!! It greeted me as I rounded a bend near my home early this morning which naturally meant I had to screech to a halt and grab a pic. Landscapes Trees Cards EOD Rusty Flowers Architecture Macro CatchAll DM
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Copyright © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved The Sun Theatre, Yarraville, Victoria Australia. / An icon ot the western suburbss of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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Copyright 2008-2009 © Helen Chierego / This image is protected by copyright law and is not to be used without express written permission from the copyright holder. / Images may not be copied, reproduced, altered or used for any advertising, displays, any other web sites or for any business or promotional purpose or any other way (whole or in part) without prior written approval of the copyright holder. / All Rights Reserved An icon ot the western suburbs of Melbourne. I enjoyed many films during my childhood in this art deco building. Glad to see it enjoying a revival. / CLICK ON T-SHIRT / / SUN PICTURE THEATRE For Yvonne, Michelle and Margot / The world is revolving faster these days / How did it happen that twenty-four hours / Now seem like eighteen…or less? Back then / The Sun sign flickered day and night / Above the picture theatre, when we jumped / Off the Spotswood bus at Yarraville Station, / To ride the railway gates with the men / And boys, while the women stood back / They swung open like welcoming arms / Scooping us into the land of reel to reel Streamers propelled by light. In the Art Deco / Building with a half sun on top, glowing / Like an icon or cross on a church / Rising up over the sugar refinery, docks / And our real lives we never thought about / While we were in Hollywood, America / The good old U S of A in Australia singing God Save the Queen, while we stood head / To shoulder with women and men dressed in suits / And the other kids who knew all the words / To an anthem sung into our colonial heads / At school and on TV without needing a script / Or subtitles on the bottom of the screen / With a bouncing ball swooping over lyrics. At the matinee we sighed when the lights were dimmed / Slipping down into our seats and out of our bodies / Onto the screen where film goddesses always ended up / With impossible heroes we read about on Fantales wrappers / While we crunched through to chocolate inside vermillion / Jaffas and licked wafered vanilla icecreams. Chilled when the lights went out once upon a time / And the curtains opened to Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho / Mother told me to cover my eyes while / She held my ears and screamed so loudly / A rush of shivers snap froze the audience / To their seats. Black and white or / Technicolor…she liked a good murder. While her daughters plagiarised musicals / To re-enact on the front verandah for kids / Who lived on the Avenue. Costumes, makeup, / Some lousy script of song and dance everyone / Sat through and wanted more of every Saturday / After Mum had said: ‘Let’s go to the flicks’ / And we came home from that dreaming place Where the Sun is now derelict and only lights / Up for vandals, who make fires in the dress / Circle, front and back stalls, turning the floors / And ceiling into charcoal as delicate as Violet Crumble. Copyright Helen Chierego. (Note: I wrote this poem long before the revival of the theatre when the interior was still a burnt out ruin.) / / /
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My other works: / A LARGER view to see more in detail… / (Long side is only 1024 here) EXIF: / Taken with a Canon EOS 400D Digital. Exposure: 0.001 sec (1/1000) ISO Speed: 100 Aperture: f/5.6 Software: Adobe Photoshop CS2 Windows Metering Mode: Partial Focal Length: 67 mm Exposure Program: Shutter priority Exposure Bias: 0/3 EV Flash: Flash did not fire White Balance: Manual
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I was back up at the Bunkyou Civic Centre yesterday, this time with one of my students. The sunset was extraordinary. It was impossible to control the lens-flare as I was shooting straight into the sun for this shot. Five-shot bracketed HDR with very little done to the colour. This is pretty much, apart from a bit of a shift in the tonal contrast, what the scene looked like through the lens. Nikon D300 / Nikkor 80-200mm f/2.8 ED / 5-frame bracketed burst merged in Photomatix 2.5.4
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Another from the couple of hours I was shooting at Bunkyou Civic Centre the other evening.This one was shot a little after the sun had gone down showing the amazing Shinkousha [Cocoon] building in Shinjuku on the right with the twin towers of the Tokyo Metropolitan Government building, Tocho, to the left. Mount Fuji had been hidden in cloud for most of the time me and mhy buddy Jonathan were shooting. But, for just ten minutes or so, it poked its head out the clouds. Snap! Gotcha. Nikon D300 / Nikkor 300mm f/4 ED / 5-frame bracketed burst / HDR Merged in Photomatix 2.5.4
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Captured on a very bright sunny winter’s day in December down by the banks of the Ottawa River after a fresh snowfall. The late afternoon sun cast very long shadows that accentuated the loneliness of the park bench while also conjuring up the summer past. Also appears in the calendar Reflections of the Seasons
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Futuristic attempt to escape from Berlin Mitte (Germany)... Unidentified flying object (commonly abbreviated as UFO or U.F.O.) is the popular term for any aerial phenomenon whose cause cannot be easily or immediately determined. Both military and civilian research show that a significant majority of UFO sightings are identified after further investigation, either explicitly or indirectly through the presence of clear and simple explanatory factors. The United States Air Force, who coined the term in 1952, initially defined UFOs as those objects that remain unidentified after scrutiny by expert investigators, though the term UFO is often used more generally to describe any sighting unidentifiable to the reporting observer(s). Popular culture frequently takes the term UFO as a synonym for alien spacecraft. Some investigators now prefer to use the broader term Unidentified Aerial Phenomenon (or UAP), to avoid the confusion and speculative associations that have become attached to UFO. Studies have established that only a small percentage of reported UFOs are actual hoaxes, while the majority are observations of some real but conventional object – most commonly aircraft, balloons, or astronomical objects such as meteors or bright planets – that have been misidentified by the observer as anomalies. A small percentage of reported sightings (usually 5 %-20 %) are classified as unidentified flying objects in the strictest sense. UFO reports became more common after the first widely publicized US sighting – reported by private pilot Kenneth Arnold in 1947 – that gave rise to the popular terms “flying saucer” and “flying disc”. Since then, millions of people have reported that they have seen UFOs.
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Taken as a 10 shot merge (from me runnig the stairs) at a trainstation (Mjolby – Sweden) waiting for a transfer. Xmas holidays 2008 Canon EOS 400D / Sigma 17-70 / F2.8-4.5 / ISO 100 / f/11 / multiple exp’s / 17mm CS4 for vignetting & levels More works can be found over at DeviantART / and / rdblanche.com
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Last shot of the day in downtown Chicago. As I was returning home, waiting in the subway for my train, there was a man with the most soulful voice singing for tips. Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone originally by Bill Withers is how I wish I could title this image because that was the last song I heard him sing as my train pulled away. I also thought it was interesting that behind the woman sits a child’s shoe even though no one else was around.
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Double decker buses lined up on The Strand, London, UK, Canon powershot /
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