Happy Autumn that is here! For the love of early Autumn that we have waited for…sharing a favorite post.
A few more images from the beautiful early morning sunrise “Secret Lake” before we begin the fall foliage, winter and snow images. The Eastern skies have been incredible this year and as the temperatures drop they become even more intense, bold and colorful.
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Note: Bracketed HDR and DRI images are in the collage.
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SOMETIMES I fly at dawn above the sea,
Where, underneath, the restless waters flow—
Silver, and cold, and slow.
Dim in the east there burns a new-born sun,
Whose rosy gleams along the ripples run,
Save where the mist droops low,
Hiding the level loneliness from me.
And now appears beneath the milk-white haze
A little fleet of anchored ships, which lie
In clustered company,
And seem as they are yet fast bound by sleep,
Although the day has long begun to peep,
With red-inflamèd eye,
Along the still, deserted ocean ways.
The fresh, cold wind of dawn blows on my face
As in the sun’s raw heart I swiftly fly,
And watch the seas glide by.
Scarce human seem I, moving through the skies,
And far removed from warlike enterprise—
Like some great gull on high
Whose white and gleaming wings beat on through space.
Then do I feel with God quite, quite alone,
High in the virgin morn, so white and still,
And free from human ill:
My prayers transcend my feeble earth-bound plaints-
As though I sang among the happy Saints
With many a holy thrill—
As though the glowing sun were God’s bright Throne.
My flight is done. I cross the line of foam
That breaks around a town of grey and red,
Whose streets and squares lie dead
Beneath the silent dawn—then am I proud
That England’s peace to guard I am allowed;
Then bow my humble head,
In thanks to Him Who brings me safely home.*
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Blessed be the name of the Lord
from this time forth and forevermore.
From the rising of the sun to its setting,
the name of the Lord is to be praised!
Psalm 113:2,3
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*The Dawn Patrol By Paul Bewsher
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Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography for @HDRCHIC ©2016 All Rights Reserved – No Reblogs Please. Thank you.
The amazing American West holds special memories for us from our travels to those incredible places from our beginnings as we toured the United States to capture its beauty from East to West, North to South. Our first adventure was prior to “digital days” wherein we captured the sights in film like the hero of landscape photography Ansel Adams. As we return again for a bit of nostalgia to our film and infrared photography days again, we are using some of the excellent programs available to produce prints of our work including HDR-DRI. This film slide image is a favorite and a part of our Art on Canvas “The Painted West” Collection.
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“DUSK its ash-grey blossoms sheds on violet skies,
Over twilight mountains where the heart songs rise,
Rise and fall and fade away from earth to air.
Earth renews the music sweeter. Oh, come there.
Come, acushla, come, as in ancient times
Rings aloud the underland with faery chimes.
Down the unseen ways as strays each tinkling fleece
Winding ever onward to a fold of peace,
So my dreams go straying in a land more fair;
Half I tread the dew-wet grasses, half wander there.
Fade your glimmering eyes in a world grown cold;
Come, acushla, with me to the mountains old.
There the bright ones call us waving to and fro—
Come, my children, with me to the ancient go.”
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“A Call” George William Russell (1867-1935)
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Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography for @HDRCHIC ©2016 All Rights Reserved- No Reblogs Please. Thank you.
