The sky burns golden: orange and red at the gates of the setting sun.
You stop, in awe of the light and yearning for its warmth.
The gates stand out in hard ,dark relief separating this land of the here and the now from the land beyond .
In the distance , the fabled Device towers far above the blazing horizon. A gift from the ancients.
Legends say that one day, the sun will rise no more; darkness will envelope the land and all must despair; the doom of our kind.
The ancients created the Device to wait in readiness for this approaching doom, in their wisdom and their craft they bestowed upon it the power to retrieve the setting sun ; restoring to us its light and its power to generate new life.
Digital Photograph – basic editing in CS5
Camera – Canon 5D
Lens – 28 – 135 mm.
Exposure – 1/1000 at F 16 , ISO 100 ,132 mm. hand held