"My family went to Norway, and all I got was this friggin' balloon "
Another shot from Bergen, Norway (you'll probably see a couple more ). This time, I caught a little brat, being mad because his parents got him a balloon instead of a PSP.
Ahh, you gotta love the youth of today.
(PS: I have a soft spot for balloons, so that's not the last one you'll see either )
Because I have a soft spot for children. And balloons. Mix the two, and you got me chasing this kid down the street to get a clear shot (I'm not kidding, I got *crazy1ady as my witness). Then, when I finally caught up with him, I kneeled in the middle of the street and waited for him to notice me. He did. Several times. This being the last, when he was clearly annoyed with me! The Street Photography contest says I need to tell what motivated me to make the photo... Well, to be honest - I didn't think about making it. There is no time to think in cases like this - just act.
I guess it was all in the moment. A moment, I'm glad I didn't think twice about before shooting.
Where and when taken:
Bergen, Norway - August 24th, 2006.
Camera: Canon EOS 350D
Lens: Sigma 70-200mm f/2.8
Shutter speed: 1/320 second
- Simply Channel Mixer to convert to black and white
- Curves for contrast
- Slight dodge and burn to certain areas
- No cropping, straight from camera
taken on a hot summer day in the upper peninsula of michigan...painted rocks...and the water was 45degrees...an older photo of mine submitted for sonys contest..wish me luck and I may be able to take good photos again..lol
Submission to the Fantasy Earth contest. It's SCOUT class.
I name him SNEAKMAN, he's got a BO-PEEP model ballista, can chuck giant arrows at foes in close range combat. No I'm afraid this dude does not shave his legs, he's too busy surviving, scouting, and sneaking.
Created by the old gods of a forgotten era, the Magister acts as a conduit between the world of the living and the world of the deceased.
All-powerful and omnipotent, the Magister functions by siphoning energy from the souls that he judges and extracts from the realms of Telara. From the time of the Blood Storm War, the Magister has been particularly active with the ferrying and extraction of untold numbers of souls, some innocent, but the majority being those of the guilty.
Recognizing the universe in its entirety as one of suffering and pain, the Magister has taken the task of cleansing the worlds of Telara into his own hands. The more he judges, the stronger he will become. The Magister has replaced the cycle of suffering with his own brand of death and mayhem, hoping to usher in a world where he need not judge the souls of the wicked any longer.