(See it on Flickr)I took this picture in Mykonos, Greece. I've used the
"tilt shift" technique to simulate a miniature scene.
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Showing posts with label breathe. Show all posts
Blue Dimension
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A lovely landscape I captured in Naxos, Greece . I first thought
this was a small toilet block, but not at all. It's a magic door. :)
this was a small toilet block, but not at all. It's a magic door. :)
Compositions with
Natural Elements
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I've made these minimalist
compositions while I was abroad
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Details:
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All the above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
Natural Elements
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I've made these minimalist
compositions while I was abroad
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.
.
Details:
.
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All the above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10,
which has been provided to me by Samsung Electronics Co., Ltd.
© 2010 - Ben Heine
The Wind is Blowing
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Dancer of the Sky
By Peter S. Quinn
Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through
Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam
Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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By Peter S. Quinn
Dancer of the sky
Dance in clouds faraway
Every reach and try
Drifts and cannot stay
White hazy a yonder
Too far into the blue
Makes a gesture and ponder
As it goes on through
Happy moods going
Wind wind in its blow
Azure sky glowing
Blue and white as snow
Dancer dance your song
Into a distance dream
So I may still long
With sun evening gleam
Dancers of the sky
Run on the silky ways
For the gazing eye
In their heavenly plays
While these moments last
World’s beautiful vision
For a hope to recast
In our own precision
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Blossom Tree
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By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
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By Peter S. Quinn
The nights are young and days still
Promises of worship life shall fulfill
As rain comes to earth and forest
A flower shall give its beautiful crest
And a heart will come and be within
Take day by day its twilight’s spin
What into the heart grows to learn
Forest of man and street shall earn
Come give your truth to the dreams
Which like a flower from beauty streams
And wishful thinking will come again
And join these powers that now reign
Grow your green on the high hill
Take what is yours and from earth will
All is not there what you now see
Look at the leaves look at the tree
Hold your own with reading of sign
And draw your doubt from its horizon line
Powers within are everywhere about
Giving you spirit and showing you doubt
The question lies there which has power
Street with their names or dawn’s own hour
Rise to each name shine with its beams
Moments will come and have their deems
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No More Oxygen
A Better World
With Little More
OXYGEN
With Little More
OXYGEN
By Nimal Dunuhinga
You cannot breathe properly
as the Sky almost polluted
with chemicals and gunpowder.
World is a one land only
but the superiors already made barbed wires
for their boundaries and barriers.
Our own tears they bottle
and sell in black market for drinking.
Very soon we have to pay taxes
for our breathing too.
A catastrophe! The seeds of humanity
will never grow in this soil.
as the Sky almost polluted
with chemicals and gunpowder.
World is a one land only
but the superiors already made barbed wires
for their boundaries and barriers.
Our own tears they bottle
and sell in black market for drinking.
Very soon we have to pay taxes
for our breathing too.
A catastrophe! The seeds of humanity
will never grow in this soil.
(The poem appeared on poemhunter.com)
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