(See it on Flickr)A picture I took in a parc in Brussels a few days ago. I know, it's
quite a strange title for such an image. It is dedicated to someone.
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Pencil Vs Camera - 40
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(See it on Flickr)
© 2010 - Ben Heine
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(See it on Flickr)
This is a picture I took in Greece. I also made the drawing on paper. I'm going to start something new in the "Pencil Vs Camera" series, I'll try to see "through things". This image is the beginning of a new turn in the PvsC concept... Please, see the whole "Pencil Vs Camera" album.
The above photo has been shot with the Samsung NX10
Random details:
Pencil Vs Camera - 20
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This is dedicated to Yves Rossy alias "JET MAN" (also known as "Fusion Man"). I admire him a lot.
He is a Swiss pilot, inventor and aviation enthusiast. He is nicknamed "Jet Man" and "Fusion Man" for being the first person to achieve sustained human flight using a jet-powered fixed wing strapped to his back, reaching a top speed of 304 km/h (189 mph). He developed and built a system comprising a back pack with rigid aeroplane-type carbon-fiber wings with a span of about 2.4 metres (7.9 ft), powered by four attached jet engines. He already flew across the English Channel, the Strait of Gibraltar and over the Alps. Next, Rossy plans to fly across the Grand Canyon in Arizona in the USA...
© 2010 - Ben HeineHe is a Swiss pilot, inventor and aviation enthusiast. He is nicknamed "Jet Man" and "Fusion Man" for being the first person to achieve sustained human flight using a jet-powered fixed wing strapped to his back, reaching a top speed of 304 km/h (189 mph). He developed and built a system comprising a back pack with rigid aeroplane-type carbon-fiber wings with a span of about 2.4 metres (7.9 ft), powered by four attached jet engines. He already flew across the English Channel, the Strait of Gibraltar and over the Alps. Next, Rossy plans to fly across the Grand Canyon in Arizona in the USA...
Back to my Roots
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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As I Am
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
As I am
I am your tender way
Someone to follow
Earth in its gray
Love song of the deep
As hours pass by
Hold on and keep
Knots to lose and try
You are for me
Night with its stars
Someone to follow
Winter’s top isobars
Can’t you hear me singing
Like a bird in a tree
To your heart bringing
Something of me
As I am
Without any taken
Winter ways hollow
Through the darks waken
No one but you
Understands this
From the dim dim blue
Outside in vast abyss
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
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As I Am
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
As I am
I am your tender way
Someone to follow
Earth in its gray
Love song of the deep
As hours pass by
Hold on and keep
Knots to lose and try
You are for me
Night with its stars
Someone to follow
Winter’s top isobars
Can’t you hear me singing
Like a bird in a tree
To your heart bringing
Something of me
As I am
Without any taken
Winter ways hollow
Through the darks waken
No one but you
Understands this
From the dim dim blue
Outside in vast abyss
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The Bird
A Bird Came Down
By Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
(The poem appeared on reelyredd.com)
By Emily Dickinson
A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.
And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.
He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head
Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home
Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, splashless, as they swim.
(The poem appeared on reelyredd.com)
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Hi Little Boy
By Peter S. Quinn
Hi little boy with a wondering face
You are still learning to be awake
In each feeling that comes to amaze
With new discoveries in every take
So much to give from every thought
With something spectacular to do
That experiment moments brought
And you gave a meaning and glue
There are places sweet in your eyes
From the profound forestry wood
With something lost from paradise
Some to recall from your childhood
Fairy stories of the right and wrong
Giving their time in timeless hours
Daydreams that you in dreams long
Like innocent break of day flowers
Each new turn is an on finding way
To the fancy where your heart is
And you with the cherubs along play
For your daybreak’s still in fresh bliss
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Hi Little Boy
By Peter S. Quinn
Hi little boy with a wondering face
You are still learning to be awake
In each feeling that comes to amaze
With new discoveries in every take
So much to give from every thought
With something spectacular to do
That experiment moments brought
And you gave a meaning and glue
There are places sweet in your eyes
From the profound forestry wood
With something lost from paradise
Some to recall from your childhood
Fairy stories of the right and wrong
Giving their time in timeless hours
Daydreams that you in dreams long
Like innocent break of day flowers
Each new turn is an on finding way
To the fancy where your heart is
And you with the cherubs along play
For your daybreak’s still in fresh bliss
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If I could Fly...
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...f r e e d o m would be mine
Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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Bring the Light
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By Peter S. Quinn
Come come morning come
Freshness awaits me then
Tickle each bosom blossom
When they will feel you again
Rise to the edge of the sea
Bring the light there on
Billows that waves so free
Never to shore are all done
A bird in a nest is to fly
Finding the freedom in wings
Reaching the horizons sky
Wondering what morning brings
Flocking to oceans wide
Searching for something to eat
Into the deep they glide
Every small motion to read
Come come to day newborn
With every aspect of light
Dark gown is becoming worn
Taking its dim and the night
Faraway times going around
Each with its moments to turn
Somewhere a glow they've found
To give to the new morning burn
(The poem appeared on petersquinn.blogspot.com)
PS : I took the photo last Summer
in The Hague, in the Netherlands
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