the quality of this shot, poor
the quality of this moment, indescribably beautiful.
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18 comments:
Dreamy picture !! Beautiful !
It looks like a dreamy watercolor painting. . .
A dream of a dream..From the hazy pink a melody is coming up, like if the ghost of a pianist was playing among the sweet waves of the water...
Hi Brattcat - very interesting...and it's easy to see why you were so enthralled with this scene...
What is that out on the water?
My eyes ain't so good anymore!
i do believe you had a magical moment...
Sometimes, the quality is not so important. This is one of those times.
When I embiggened the photo, I thought it looked like someone pedaling a bicycle and pushing a raft of some sort. Then I thought, "Nah...."
But, you're probably right.
Self-propelled houseboat, maybe?
What pond do we have here? What's that in the water? a boat? raft? island?
Birdman, the pond is the confluence where the West River gathers before entering the Connecticut River. It's an easy walk from my place. You see an island and a raft and a man on the raft. There is no motor sound, only the night birds (and an occasional car) so I think he might move the raft by foot pedals though I'm not certain.
Magic!
Wish I was there to feel the atmosphere! Awesome!
So my eyes were not playing tricks. I had visions of a man pedalling a piano raft down the lake with burning poles on all four corners. Very wonderful, I agree.
I suspect that you yanked up the ISO rating to something like 3200 to let in more light. If you had a tripod you could have kept the rating to about 400/800 and let the shutter speed do all the work. It probably would have stayed open for 6 to 8 seconds.
This is what I did with my puddle for the Night Theme earler this week.
But having said that, you would not have achieved this dreamy watercolour image ...
Sometimes the imperfection of the picture adds to the beauty of it... well done!
Incredible and beautiful, I like the shot as is.
So it is a man. Amazingly beautiful, serene and at the same time eerie atmosphere.
The color is amazing here and I love the Robinson Caruso-like story that goes with it.
found your site via My Birds Blog. I live in the White Mtns. Love the colors of this sunset. Beautiful.
This is soooo magical. I really like it. Good work!
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