Hey Boran2, Welcome on in. YA, the old cylinder craked, so I used the piston. I know what you mean. That`s all that matters. It got so hot, it`s smokin`
I like how it goes from the stark ashtray through that wispy haired first figure and then on to the very subtle figure in the background off to the right, and nearly invisible.
Hey Ndd, I still say that. The hardest part of that image, a composite [to make sure you know] was photographing the smoke. At the same time, I wanted the cigarette to be a certain length. I went through a few cigs. Then there was the breeze. I`d puff like mad, put down the cig, then grab the camera, & do it again. I hadn`t taken a shot yet. I finally got some good smoke shots that I then put together & went to work. After that it was a matter of shooting the lady, a statue in my yard, & working out the details to end up with what I imagined. The process is what brings back memories, while the lyrics are what instigates the process. It`s always there, if you know where to look. Or turn away.
FM, It`s the surprise that get`s you. That`s the view from outside my door. It`s composited of 5/6 shots I stitched together. I stand on a rise in the yard & while keeping the horizon level in the bottom of my view finder, take shots as I rotate myself around, a human bipod.
Falling water stopped in flight, then slowly flutters to alight. In doing so, it paints our place, our planet, seen in white, from space Slowly changes in seasons slow To browns then greens and flowered glow This strange liquid, a natural show, Is jeweled starlight we call snow
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It's all become clear now Head. I really like the composition of that picture. Plus pretty cool ashtray.
FM,
It`s about a feeling I sometimes have.
Nice place you've got here. Is that a cylinder ashtray?
LOL ... I am so loving your blog Head ... :D
Hey Boran2,
Welcome on in.
YA, the old cylinder craked, so I used the piston. I know what you mean. That`s all that matters. It got so hot, it`s smokin`
Olivia, that makes at least two of us.
It`s like a hug.
You can`t give one without getting one.
Here`s one for you. Your help is precious.
as we used to say, "That's pretty trippy!"
I wouldn't have a clue how that was done.
I like how it goes from the stark ashtray through that wispy haired first figure and then on to the very subtle figure in the background off to the right, and nearly invisible.
Great poetry too.
Hey Ndd, I still say that.
The hardest part of that image, a composite [to make sure you know] was photographing the smoke.
At the same time, I wanted the cigarette to be a certain length. I went through a few cigs.
Then there was the breeze. I`d puff like mad, put down the cig, then grab the camera, & do it again. I hadn`t taken a shot yet. I finally got some good smoke shots that I then put together & went to work.
After that it was a matter of shooting the lady, a statue in my yard, & working out the details to end up with what I imagined.
The process is what brings back memories, while the lyrics are what instigates the process. It`s always there, if you know where to look.
Or turn away.
Morning Head.
I just noticed you're new header and cloud picture. Awesome.
FM,
It`s the surprise that get`s you.
That`s the view from outside my door.
It`s composited of 5/6 shots I stitched together.
I stand on a rise in the yard & while keeping the horizon level in the bottom of my view finder, take shots as I rotate myself around, a human bipod.
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