Winter Leaves

Anchor:

As seen in the day of West gone by, Wild

When smoke was the language, the voice

Upwards they would spiral, those words from a child

Or tribesman, or warrior, their choice

This was then their way, and hidden to most

Outsiders, they read n'er it's thought

This was then their anchor, their word of the ghost

For battle and wars when once fought.

Backlit on Blue:

Shoot into the sun and capture the shade

Post process next in that dark blue

Enhance for the colours, their presence they've made

Slight sharpen, job's done, adieu.

Bleedin' Blades:

Long Lenses and Flowers

At times there is the need to go, From lens of Macro use

Extension Tube attach up 'fro, The flowers to confuse.

One taketh lens of long reach thus, And plug in then that ring

And 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 sort

Kenko DG, that one I've got, A/F and meter, sport!

A thing I do when shooting long, And lens it bears it's weight
Please use support, you're not that strong, Your pics will seal your fate.

The least to do is use a pod, the type of leg just one
A tripod too, it gets my nod, But most times mono, do.

The focus thing it can be tough, a tip then for you say
Go gentle, shy, n'er be so rough, And pod then slowly sway
And see the image while compose, in focus slowly come
Your patience in your pic it shows, And focused bad too, some

The thing I like about lens, long, Is how backgrounds compress An attribute I yearn for strong, It renders huge success.
So when you are in framing view, Alert be all the time
Incor-porate distractions few, Your final pic be fine