il est beau ce format

Ca change
Mici

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well, the title is right to the point haha... nice work, great use of sepia tones

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and I will walk on water, you will catch me if I fall...

c'est étrange une vague ressemblance avec une séance que j'ai faite samedi , par rapport au côté tronqué du portrait et au peu de place occupé par celui ci !
Sans parler de la PDC minimaliste !
on a les mêmes recherches

superb, as usual

Ca donne envie.

C'est clair que ça change ce format, j'adore, et ce type de cadrage..Mmmm

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In trance we trust.

je suis très curieux…

cette photo ne serait-elle pas prise avec un objo en M42 du genre Super Takumar 50mm f1.4?

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Yo.

Reminded me of a poem I loved in high school.

John Keats (1795–1821).

55. La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ballad


I.

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

II.

O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms! 5
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.

III.

I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew, 10
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

IV.

I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light, 15
And her eyes were wild.

V.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan. 20

VI.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.

VII.

She found me roots of relish sweet, 25
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”

VIII.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore, 30
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.

IX.

And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d 35
On the cold hill’s side.

X.

I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!” 40

XI.

I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.

XII.

And this is why I sojourn here, 45
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

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To be, should be
Or not to be
Would be a shame.

Oui c'est bien un objectif M42 carl Zeiss 50mm f1.8.
Je découvre les joies du M42 avec une bague d'adaptation pour mon 350D

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