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Post by chrisc on Jan 7, 2014 0:53:01 GMT
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken were the whispered words; damn, I said, it’s cold.  |
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Post by Kay on Jan 7, 2014 10:10:32 GMT
This is quite stunning.
I see images like this & think a) how does one find such gems in location and then b) how on earth does one get rid of all the other people in order to get a shot like this!
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Post by chrisc on Jan 7, 2014 13:32:21 GMT
Turn the thermostat down to 34 degrees F, toss in a 17 knot wind, a little sprinkling of icy rain, fog and copius amounts of salt spray and it's amazing how fast a place like this will clear. I had four pounds of sand in a bag hanging at the bottom of my tripod and it was still a bit dicey. It's Florida, for criminey's sake, Florida. Of course the other way is to yell, FIRE! but who'd of believed that?
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Post by Stevewebb on Jan 7, 2014 19:47:11 GMT
Lovely Chris. The prose fits nicely too.
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Post by maryloveslucy on Jan 7, 2014 20:12:47 GMT
Beautiful.
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Post by georgem on Jan 8, 2014 1:48:46 GMT
Nicely done!
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