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Chapter 01: Basics and Looking
Chapter 02: Composition and Location
Chapter 03: Lighting
Chapter 04: Light sources and WB
Chapter 05: RAW & Basic Editing
Chapter 06: Gear
Chapter 07: Categorising Guide Part 01
Chapter 07: Categorising Guide Part 02
Chapter 08: Architecture
How to: Update your deviation
How to: Reduce noise in your photograph
How to: Create a Feature
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Seven Tips for (Beginner) Photographers
Exposing the Artisan Crafts Gallery with Talty
5 Reasons To Buy A 50mm Lens
Exploring Abstract and Surreal Photography
Feature Log 2015-2017
Feature Log 2018 and onwards
nomad's skydawn's infinite tumble
In the TreetopsBirds sing in treetops
Twilight DepartureA bright moon, cut in half,
do you understand?मैं तुम्हें कुछ बताने वाली हूँ
Keep me companyYou left me
Senses of ProportionI walk over dried worms, the day after rain, and wonder if their lives (defined by these last moments) were courageous or moronic. I wonder if I am the splinter or the lion—and who would be the splinter? Doesn't someone have to be?
Rain Symphonydiamonds on frosted glass
If I Had a HeartIf I had a heart
Dear great grandma,It's been almost three years, yet every time I pass your room downstairs I still half expect you to be there.
I Will WriteI will write until
At Least You Save MeTu, che dal grigio dei miei giorni mi salverai. E l'inverno dagli occhi mi asciugherai.
I cry with herMy daughter won’t stop screaming and crying in the middle of the night. I visit her and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help. My husband thinks I am crazy. He has never heard her. But I do. I hear my baby. She has been calling out for me since the day I lost her. I want to hold her. I want to comfort her. I want her to know I am here but it is like she doesn’t hear me. I want her to hear me.
Four Words“Nolite te bastardes carborundorum.” The four very distinctive words that she would repeat over and over and over again. She never told me what they meant. I had to figure that out for myself. She had written them down in all of her notebooks, carved them in the walls, in her brain. She carved them in my brain, too. Sometimes she’d be laughing manically when she said them- other times she would be sobbing, hiding herself behind her thick hair.
Scratching in the Walls“I can hear them in the walls,” she said, pulling on the hem of her short white dress. Her dark hair had fallen in front of her face, but I could still feel her fear. I crossed my legs, readjusting my notepad and gripping my fountain pen tighter in my hand.
The End of the World“The world did not end in a bang, or a whisper, but rather, one scream at a time.” Her icy blue eyes were staring at a point in the distance, she didn’t seem to notice I was there as she let herself slip into her thoughts. “I still remember when that happened.”
Highway to Hell“A deep dark secret?” Alannah sighed, looking at Jeremy. “You’re on a roll with the weird questions lately. First the decision thing, now this.”
The Road Less Travelled“Bloody hell, I think you know what moment that would be for me,” she said, looking at him. “I think the most life-changing moment for me was the day I decided to leave that place.”
Mirror, Mirror.When I look into the mirror, I see nothing. There is no reflection, and it is as though I never existed. But I did, a long, long time ago. I remember my long blond curls weaving down my back, my bright green eyes looking back at me. The white summer dress would sway in the breeze coming through the open window. But that’s over now. My blond curls, my green eyes, they’re gone. All that I once was is gone. I can still hear my mother’s cries at night when I roam the hallways of the old house. The soft carpet on the floor always felt so comfortable underneath my bare feet, like walking on clouds. But I don’t feel that anymore. The steps of the stairs would creak underneath each step you’d take, but my steps are soundless now.
We flyAnd now
SacrificeI can see my bones
Write It To MeYou tried to capture the ocean with your mouth
Inner DemonsThree teaspoons full of sugar and a bottle of painkillers.
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Huntress On the Hunt #4 DA's B'Day Scavenger HuntSo I joined Deviant Art's 18th Birthday Scavenger Hunt a few days ago, managed to SOLVE IT ALL (mwahahaaa!! ) but turned out I was rather late getting the news about this game that there were already 20 pageviews in the most hidden sta.sh file when I eventually found it (so with me looking at it, it turned to 21; I knew it's the hardest/most hidden since that's the lowest count compared to the other sta.sh-es!) - meaning there could be already up to 20 people solve the puzzle before me! It was only 21 hours after that game journal was published when I found it but apparently that's already so late for me to race!
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But I enjoyed the game nevertheless and proud of being able to eventually get all the pieces!