This is a long exposure photo (30 sec).
I played with 2 small torches.
(The above photo has been shot
with the Samsung NX10)
© 2010 - Ben Heine
Showing posts with label lumière. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lumière. Show all posts
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(See it on Flickr)Two long exposure photos (15 and 20 seconds)
I have been playing with 2 small torches :D
(The above photos have been shot with the Samsung NX10)
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© 2010 - Ben Heine
Random Man in a
Random World
Random World
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.Random Man
By Peter S. Quinn
He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.
Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.
(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)
By Peter S. Quinn
He is “just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,... See More
Making his random steps to somewhere.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He has a dream that must come true,
It’s for the world to be all new,
Step by step in a noble peace.
Random man come and give,
Everything that you can live,
In your ideal world of love
That tomorrow must be full of.
Meaning what he always does,
Making a reason for his cause,
Everything in the world is his affair.
Random man please dance on,
Days are turning and years are gone,
Random man you are me and I'm you.
He “is just a random man”,
Doing whatever he always can,
Making his random steps to somewhere.
(Parody to the Beatles song, “Nowhere Man”)
Some Recent
Conceptual Photos
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Polish Forest
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The Sun is Near
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Polish Forest
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.The Sun is Near
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.Eden
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.Warsaw - Old Town
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.Autumn is There
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.L'Ecume des Jours
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.Basilica of the Sacred Heart, Brussels
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.Caught by this Light
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.I Think I'm Drunk
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.Polish Shore
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.Apocalypse Day
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.My Soul's Door
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.The Sky is Alive
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.Evening Joy
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.Evening Fog
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.Nothing Can Happen to Us
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.Our Destiny
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.Sunset at Night
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.Evening Melancholy
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.Travelling Through Time
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.Saint Malo, France
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.Tram 28, Lisbon
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.Colors, Colors!
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.I Met Serenity
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.We Are So Tiny
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.They Are Coming
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Bring The Light
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© 2009 - Ben Heine
Come Here - Light
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
To the sunshine nearby
Just across the dim sea
Through the blue morning sky
That the soul sets free
Every hour of the dark
Shall not dwell on too long
For the gleams must spark
In a new day breaking song
That shall melt any ice
That has broken its way
In the roots full of lies
That now meet brighter day
Come here with your speech
In to love of the far
With every thought it’ll teach
Of peace – not of war
Come here in your wings
Fly among true love
With what it to the heart brings
Full of sunshine from above
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© 2009 - Ben HeineCome Here - Light
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
After light comes darkness
And after darkness comes light
For you and with - I shall caress
And fly onto your flight
To the sunshine nearby
Just across the dim sea
Through the blue morning sky
That the soul sets free
Every hour of the dark
Shall not dwell on too long
For the gleams must spark
In a new day breaking song
That shall melt any ice
That has broken its way
In the roots full of lies
That now meet brighter day
Come here with your speech
In to love of the far
With every thought it’ll teach
Of peace – not of war
Come here in your wings
Fly among true love
With what it to the heart brings
Full of sunshine from above
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Flashed
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The Creation
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By James Weldon Johnson
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!
Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said: That's good!
Then God himself stepped down--
And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
The stars were clustered about his head,
And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.
Then he stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas--
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed--
He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled--
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.
Then the green grass sprouted,
And the little red flowers blossomed,
The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.
Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said: That's good!
Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that he had made.
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at his little stars;
He looked on his world
With all its living things,
And God said: I'm lonely still.
Then God sat down--
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!
Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in is his own image;
Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen.Amen.
.
(The poem appeared on
famouspoetsandpoems.com)
PS : I took the picture on
a motorway in Portugal
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By James Weldon Johnson
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!
Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said: That's good!
Then God himself stepped down--
And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
The stars were clustered about his head,
And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.
Then he stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas--
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed--
He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled--
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.
Then the green grass sprouted,
And the little red flowers blossomed,
The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.
Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said: That's good!
Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that he had made.
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at his little stars;
He looked on his world
With all its living things,
And God said: I'm lonely still.
Then God sat down--
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!
Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in is his own image;
Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen.Amen.
.
(The poem appeared on
famouspoetsandpoems.com)
PS : I took the picture on
a motorway in Portugal
.
Before/After
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(click on image to enlarge)
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.
I thought it might be interesting to post this.
I took the photos with a Nikon D70
and edited them in Photoshop.
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The Light
by its Creation
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By Joanne Monte
from the beginning,
was meant to douse the darkness
as it did then in that year;
to sparkle the snowflake
that caught the fringe
of a child's eyelash in the Urals of winter
as it backlit
the blue in his mother's tears;
meant to splash
into the bucket of reindeer milk
as it splashed on the shoulders of peasants
toiling in the fields of revolution
that they, themselves, had plowed;
to creep without reservation
into the blacksmith's shop in Bukhara,
past old city walls;
meant to warm
the bread at supper, the bowl
of sunflower seeds; the sleeping children
in their utopia, snug in blankets
loomed with parrot and peacock feathers
and red squares. But this
had been a dream of light,
and by its creation,
meant to reveal what had been done
in darkness behind the barbed wire,
sharpened by secrets;
the brine pits where men were beaten
into their labor, ankle-deep in mire;
their hands stung by salt water
and the pull of cabbages;
meant to glisten
the sweat on their backs,
and in the beards of Old Believers
wishing to go back before the slaughter,
the forced starvation, the mass graves;
before the light
was meant to pour down the throat
of the iris, choking on its stalk;
before it poured across the canvas
on which Goya painted Saturn
Devouring His Children.
(Poem's source : poemsabout.com)
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(click on image to enlarge)
.
.
I thought it might be interesting to post this.
I took the photos with a Nikon D70
and edited them in Photoshop.
.
The Light
by its Creation
.
By Joanne Monte
from the beginning,
was meant to douse the darkness
as it did then in that year;
to sparkle the snowflake
that caught the fringe
of a child's eyelash in the Urals of winter
as it backlit
the blue in his mother's tears;
meant to splash
into the bucket of reindeer milk
as it splashed on the shoulders of peasants
toiling in the fields of revolution
that they, themselves, had plowed;
to creep without reservation
into the blacksmith's shop in Bukhara,
past old city walls;
meant to warm
the bread at supper, the bowl
of sunflower seeds; the sleeping children
in their utopia, snug in blankets
loomed with parrot and peacock feathers
and red squares. But this
had been a dream of light,
and by its creation,
meant to reveal what had been done
in darkness behind the barbed wire,
sharpened by secrets;
the brine pits where men were beaten
into their labor, ankle-deep in mire;
their hands stung by salt water
and the pull of cabbages;
meant to glisten
the sweat on their backs,
and in the beards of Old Believers
wishing to go back before the slaughter,
the forced starvation, the mass graves;
before the light
was meant to pour down the throat
of the iris, choking on its stalk;
before it poured across the canvas
on which Goya painted Saturn
Devouring His Children.
(Poem's source : poemsabout.com)
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