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While hunting through the classifiedsOne day I stumbled 'ponA TC, lo! so long deniedAnd price as seen, it shone!So rushed me off to buyer seeAnd goods inspected, thereSnapped onto lens, it brought me gleeAnd price, oh boy, was fair!For those that have an interest thenIn what this product isHere is quick link, no need for penJust click, and be appease'What learn we then from this here gearWhat

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Anchor: As seen in the day of West gone by, WildWhen smoke was the language, the voiceUpwards they would spiral, those words from a childOr tribesman, or warrior, their choiceThis was then their way, and hidden to mostOutsiders, they read n'er it's thoughtThis was then their anchor, their word of the ghostFor battle and wars when once fought.Backlit on Blue:Shoot into the sun and capture the

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Seems like the evening found me wellAnd stuck in rhyme I've beenSo to the forums online, tellSome crit in prose, be seen ...I was on roll and going strongWhen this here chap proposeA challenge, thought I, just how longHow long this river flows ...So here's reply to what he askJust like that, out the blueAn image post, a crit at taskThe words did just ensue...http://forums.dpreview.com/forums/

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There was this chap that one day cameAnd asked this question, henceOn forum of the web, no shameI had to add some senseThe question posed, I 'spose it's realIn forum, camera gearIm still perplexed, what is the deal?Does common sense all fear?Does it evade, can it be boughtHow can one get some then?Perhaps a lesson in life taughtDaft questions withheld, then?A bit off track regard this postI think

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As part then of our Island views, This post I made beforeWe went to see what many choose, Some history of days yoreFloating Village Panorama Phukethttp://the-photo-muse.blogspot.com/2008/07/floating-village-panorama-phuket.htmlThe islands that we now did go, A heritage now holdFor it was something too not know, Hollywood it had soldThe Island now it bears the name, of James Bond I tell youFor Man

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To those that then are in the know, Of products just releasedFrom Nikon comes their latest show, Applied here to some beastThe products' name it is NX, The version latest, twoIt boasts impressive tools - success, Retard like me can doRequires not degree nor skill, It's brain just under-standPost processing labour it does kill, And turn to pop, the blandTechnology it has behind the scene, A

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It was with joy a short while back, My wife, my son, and meA journey made, a far-off trek, The islands off to seeDid board a plane, across a sea, Into the unknown flewAnd greet we were indeed with glee, A sight we n'er yet knewAnd as it passed we'd board a boat, An island cruise ahead"Floa-ting Village" I boldly quote, The boat trip did not dreadIt was a treat to be so fast, That speedboat

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At times there is the need to go, From lens of Macro useExtension Tube attach up 'fro, The flowers to confuse.One taketh lens of long reach thus, And plug in then that ringAnd brand right bought, A/F a plus, your long lens makes it sing.The tube I use to shoot the shot, Of long lens and such sortKenko DG, that one I've got, A/F and meter, sport!A thing I do when shooting long, And lens it bears

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Perilous Propellers:Where others left, yet hold they on, These stragglers, left behindThe friendship circle, broken, gone, The winter has been kind. Decay:With form deformed and toll being took, And natures path, led wayThe remnants of what once had look, Now dangles in decay. Twisted Torture: A cry for help, a last ditch made, Attempt to reach the skiesAlas, too late, soon good-bye bade, One

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Twas on a weekend, now gone two, That son and I had goneTo place of wash, remove all goo, And car again make shoneAnd in this time of wait, car clean, The Lens portray a viewOf longing, would you too not glean, The thoughts that did ensueSuspect I do his mind not here, Please read my post of lastThe post of wing, and often prayer, His mind race to there, fast?

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This day of week that ended nigh, the first day of week-endI ventured with our son to try, My senses to defendFor how it came about so soon, 'Struth! where the time did go?For heading off into the noon, Our son to us did showThat even though it's hard to grasp, And thoughts can't fathom yetI doubt that he a girl did clasp, Or first kiss n'er forgetHe strolleth up and to a plane, An aircraft of

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It seems like decades since post last, That things on blogs improveAnd image size, restrict in past, Now better work! I moveTo take afresh a new look then, At blogging here once moreAttempt rejuvenate, and then, More content, please don't snore.A few things change since time last post, The Muse hath undergoneA frame technique, to show pic, most, It's glory now, have shone.This frame technique, a

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The Muse discovered, 'pon one day,The toys that men n'tertain.And gladly went, with box to say,No holds barred, no refrain.Of note to muse, on day of steel,Was cheap is not all bad.The lens of kit, I almost feel,Saved many shots, muse Glad!Nay, lens of kit, not in muse' bag,He opt for other then.Of Sigma lens, he does now brag,And voice it's praise with pen.These Men of Metal tough as nails,

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In Winter time, when voids exist, Of colour, life mundane,The macro lens, it does persist, To render yet, t' inane. In Erect Defect, the poor stand proud, A Splash of greens persist.It shouts it's fame, and does quite loud, While others hence, resist. The Ghosts of Summers Past all dance, To song of hues, awaitThey fade into the distance, trance, And wait upon their fate. The Colour Void, it

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The box of choice of muses' shots,of subjects far and near,Requires optics, plug in, lots,For pics so crystal clear.The optics, nay, the "glass" of buy,Ful-fill each their own need,The coins submit', they make us cry,But purpose, yes, Indeed! At point, this time The Muse possessa bevy of said "glass"The likes of which not rich nor grand,Type which others well may pass.

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Some wonder may and rightly so,The Muse, his tool of choice?The input of the florals, glow,What gives them all their voice?The thoughts of muse, all captured here,Were made with box, just one.Seem end of life, dawn, this box near,Dee-five-oh, from Nee-kon*switch*This box of pic it does Muse well,and gets the job done, short.The art is in the eye?For many seen the Muse can tell,with box of varied

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The muse requests at first you read, The page of intro here,and from there go yes do proceed, Abandon peril, fear.http://kevin-theron.blogspot.com/2007/03/photo-muse-announce_10.htmlSo from the intro now being past, We ask the question, why?The muse of photo climbs this mast, Alone in here, to fly.The mast he climbs is from ill fate, From sites of net abound.The writings of the muse met mate,

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There came one day a man of art, Who stuck in rhyme be caught , And took upon a task from heart, Photography be taught! Invited in the ones that cared, Their thoughts with his uniteThe joy photography, well shared, The advent of this "knight".The art of floral captured most, has been this artist's deedTo those that share the joy, a toast! And carry forth our seed.The Muse of Photo greets you all,

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