“How beautiful and perfect is this couple together! Earth is kissed with snow and the sunset beams its approval in stunning colors of the rainbow in electronic hues! Climbing a mountain, withstanding freezing and windy temps make it all worthwhile when the delight of our eyes is such a sight! The tree lifts itself to the heavens for more snow kisses and glory to quench its thirst with promises of days to come of its natural beauty in leaf. If I could, I would put a swing there and swing until spring arrives.”_jacyjoypals
Architecture, historic sites and Pop Art murals are some of my favorite subjects to shoot when traveling. There is a plethora of fun and funky pop art, murals and interior design all around you and especially in our cities that you have more to photograph that you can imagine.
I also love to photograph red subjects (as you can see from much of my work) and this is especially so in art and design, thus the attraction to this particular art wall in Crystal City. The subject is an exterior wall mural of an authentic design sketch and that’s pretty interesting in itself but what fascinated my photographic/HDR eyes as I passed by was the tree shadow on the wall art. What a contrast from the art, concrete and buildings of hard surfaces to the soft shadowy live wind-blown tree growing up in the city making its own art reflection. Thus, this was a “must-do” addition for my HDR Pop Art on Canvas Collection. If you are looking for interesting art/artists for HDR application, check out the links below and your city, town or country for great places to photograph this art subject.
My Autumn is filled with beautiful gardens, pastures, vineyards, vistas and nature in its glorious colors and my cameras want to digest them all for their season of life is short. Light, color, and imagination are a wonderful combination for photography and especially in classic HDR with even the most simple subjects that create awesome art and photography works. @jacyjoypals
~ ~ ~ O Earth-and-Autumn of the Setting Sun, She is not by, to know my task is done. In the brown grasses slanting with the wind, Lone as a lad whose dog’s no longer near, Lone as a mother whose only child has sinned, Lone on the loved hill … and below me here The thistle-down in tremulous atmosphere Along red clusters of the sumach streams; The shrivelled stalks of golden-rod are sere, And crisp and white their flashing old racemes. (… forever … forever …. forever …) This is the lonely season of the year, This is the season of our lonely dreams…
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