a beach
with no name,
where the lava
flowed down
to the sea,
a secret place,
not on any map,
but a friendly
local told us
we should go.
such a quiet,
private place
in paradise!
no other tourists,
we listened to
waves smashing
on lava rocks
the sound of
seabirds and
the south pacific!
a beach
with no name,
where the lava
flowed down
to the sea,
a secret place,
not on any map
I make photos to make myself feel good; I share in hope of making you feel good. I do as much as I can in the camera, but it does not always end there.
Part of making an image in the 21st century is processing a captured image in the computer. This is like dodging and burning in the darkroom of yesterday.
I use Photoshop cc and Lightroom cc. The result is not always what I saw, maybe what I wish I saw. Sometimes, the resulting image is a creation more than a recording. Most of the time, I keep it believable and realistic.
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10 thoughts on “Fire Air and Water”
Nice poem! I love to visit places that’s quite, and not a lot of tourist!
Nice poem! I love to visit places that’s quite, and not a lot of tourist!
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Thank you for the kindness arielaonthego!
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Beautiful! it must’ve been so awesome to be there! ❤
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Thank you Carol anne!
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Beautiful poetry and photo ❤🌷
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Thank you again for the kind thoughts d.a.!
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You’re welcome
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Oh how off the road places fill the soul. Good job!
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Thank you wolfsrosebud!
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