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There are certain scenes, moments, and feelings in life which linger on in your memory. Like catching the eye of the one you fall in love with, the first kiss, holding hands and watching the sunset, hearing the first piece of music send a chill down your spine, which then forms your favourite band, musician, or genre. These are the types of things that stay with you the rest of your life; things you can look back upon and smile with a light heart.
My life's goal is to capture precious light -- whether it be in the form of photons that have potentially travelled millions of years to fall upon my camera's sensor from the most distant celestial wonders, to the light that travels 8 minutes from our own star, to strike the Earth in the guise of a beautiful sunrise -- when I do capture something special, it lingers within me and leaves a lasting impression.
This scene was captured after 3 days of waiting for the right light. I feel very lucky and blessed to have been able to witness (and, experience) one of the, if not, the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen, at one of the most remote, primal and pristine places left in the world -- Milford Sound.
To give you an idea as to the sheer scale of this place, the waterfall that you can see at centre right (Stirling Falls) is approximately 8 km away.
With the soft light illuminating the clouds from the western horizon to the east and to the south behind me, in a gorgeous pink, it is something that I will never forget.
The 5D Mark II remains a landscape eating machine.
Canon EOS 5D Mark II, Canon EF 17-40mm f/4L USM 6s f/16.0 at 35.0mm iso100
wow, you are not only a gifted artist w/respect to your imagery/photography, you are also a gifted poet re your inspired use of language!!! Your writing reminds me of the spiritual poet Rumi & one of my other favorite poets, Maria Rainer Rilke. Rilke has a poem w/the text of one said poem's lines that refers to the evening slipping off her clothes, hanging them on tree branches as the evening first turns stone in us, then star....it goes something like that... I think it's called EVENING. And as far as Rumi's words being similar to yours, wow, your line: Like catching the eye of the one you fall in love with, the first kiss, holding hands....I'm going to get my favorite Rumi poem and post it here for you to enjoy (hopefully, you will), lol, as your words are also so inspiring...BRB w/awesome poetry filled w/gorgeous images about love/spirit...what could be better??? (um..see quotes in my signature too re what da vinci sez about imagery, painting, and poetry...so cool!)
Okay, here's Rumi for ya: btw, check out, if you feel a kinship, this site where I got this poem from, link: [link]
There are so many love poems by Rumi there, written long long ago....that remind me so much of your words....enjoy!!!
Rayne Boleyn ps, I also found the Rilke poem about/ENTITLED: EVENING, that also reminds me of your work...I've also posted that below, and should it not fit, I'll go ahead and post it in another comment. Hope this is all okay....IT'S GONNA TAKE UP SOME SPACE IN YER COMMENT SECTION, BUT FEEL IT'S WELL WORTH IT, LOL.
Some Kiss We Want
There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At
night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its
face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language- door and
open the love window. The moon won't use the door, only the window.
--Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks
* * * Evening
The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch: and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls;
and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened houses, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises;
and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is alternatively stone in you and star.
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