In search of beautiful light is always a quest for photographers and golden light of sunrise, sunsets, beautiful sunlit trees, cloudy days and waterfront are ones we truly delight in. The rolling hills and fields in the countryside spun with golden lights are also a favorite. There is beauty of golden light to be found everywhere if we just pursue it. A recent interior design project sent us on a journey for just the right light and color for fine art prints to complete our design. With our blue and white project, what is more beautiful than golden light hues coupled with the classical softness of HDR. The six images for this “Art on Canvas” project are thus entitled “Golden Lights.”
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“Above yon gleaming skies of gold One lone imperial peak is seen; While gathered at his feet in green Ten thousand foresters are told: And all so still! so still the air That duty drops the web of care. Beneath the sunset’s golden sheaves The awful deep walks with the deep, Where silent sea doves slip and sweep.”*
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____________________________ Excepts: By the Pacific Ocean, Joaquin Miller
As I lay in the new-fallen snow, I gaze through the lens in awe of the fiery sky as it weeps tears of snow upon the ground. It is difficult to remove oneself from such a beautiful and mysterious scene but it belongs to me now, captured to be remembered forever. It is my joy when cold winter comes and greets me with such wonder of eye and lens of fire in the winter heavens. I am in raptures!
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They whisper. . .
“Stars. We Star-hosts numerous, innumerous, Throng space with energy untumultuous, And work His Will Whose eye beholdeth us.
Galaxies and Nebulæ. No thing is far or near; and therefore we Float neither far nor near; but where we be Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.
Comets and Meteors. Our lights dart here and there, whirl to and fro, We flash and vanish, we die down and glow; All doing His Will Who bids us do it so.
Fire. My power and strength are His Who fashioned me, Ordained me image of His Jealousy, Forged me His weapon fierce exceedingly.
Snow. My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair, All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear Exalts His Purity beyond compare.”