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:

Some Online Crit, In prose we Git

Seems like the evening found me well
And stuck in rhyme I've been
So to the forums online, tell
Some crit in prose, be seen ...

I was on roll and going strong
When this here chap propose
A challenge, thought I, just how long
How long this river flows ...

So here's reply to what he ask
Just like that, out the blue
An image post, a crit at task
The words did just ensue...

http://forums.dpreview.com/forums/read.asp?forum=1034&message=28780809

Yet there are those that maybe missed
The intent of the muse
So set them straight, I did insist
Some thoughts for them, peruse.

http://forums.dpreview.com/forums/read.asp?forum=1034&message=28785969

Adieu.

James Bond Island Panorama - Phuket

As part then of our Island views, This post I made before
We went to see what many choose, Some history of days yore

Floating Village Panorama Phuket
http://the-photo-muse.blogspot.com/2008/07/floating-village-panorama-phuket.html

The islands that we now did go, A heritage now hold
For it was something too not know, Hollywood it had sold
The Island now it bears the name, of James Bond I tell you
For Man with Golden Gun, it's fame, From out that rock Bond flew!

For larger size please click on pic, The size it can increase
And scroll then right, that is the trick, Your eyes will surely please
And as I'm told the water green, Depends on time of year
So accurate as can be seen, Blue water won't bring tear

Beasts and Nikon Capture NX2

To those that then are in the know, Of products just released
From Nikon comes their latest show, Applied here to some beast
The products' name it is NX, The version latest, two
It boasts impressive tools - success, Retard like me can do

Requires not degree nor skill, It's brain just under-stand
Post processing labour it does kill, And turn to pop, the bland
Technology it has behind the scene, A thing they call U-point
Selective mask it is a dream, I humbly them annoint

For not like o'ers - need be trained, This one you just in jump
And fear or such till now refrained, Your PP in a slump
A trial it is avail-able, For days of sixty test
Time good enough to enable, Your pics to look their best

In this here scary shot of wild, A chainlink fence between
And good thing too I slowly smiled, Lest photog ne'er be seen!
Effect it was then for this shot, The fence it did intrude
The nose of beast and mane it got, A task then to extrude

A control point is all it took, placed on the parts that "blew"
And contrast add and final look, An image then res-cue.

Floating Village Panorama - Phuket

It was with joy a short while back, My wife, my son, and me
A journey made, a far-off trek, The islands off to see
Did board a plane, across a sea, Into the unknown flew
And greet we were indeed with glee, A sight we n'er yet knew

And as it passed we'd board a boat, An island cruise ahead
"Floa-ting Village" I boldly quote, The boat trip did not dread
It was a treat to be so fast, That speedboat sure could fly
Alas, the time it did not last, Our destination, nigh

I took it 'pon myself right then, At outset of that view
Although our boat was moving when, Panorama, I must do!
I hyperfocused lens for depth, Exposure locked I true
A scan so quick across it's breadth, The shot below, ensue

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

Winters' Woes, some Bleed, in Prose

Perilous Propellers:

Where others left, yet hold they on, These stragglers, left behind
The friendship circle, broken, gone, The winter has been kind.

Decay:

With form deformed and toll being took, And natures path, led way
The remnants of what once had look, Now dangles in decay.

Twisted Torture:

A cry for help, a last ditch made, Attempt to reach the skies
Alas, too late, soon good-bye bade, One more of Winters' cries

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Desolation:

A barren twig, a branch now light, It's weight robbed by the sun
And dry, and heat, and nature's plight, Left standing, none, but one

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Delicate Danglers:

Off-set against a carpet green, And veils of white, so bland
A last ditch effort can be seen, For pride to take it's stand

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Wanderlust

Twas on a weekend, now gone two, That son and I had gone
To place of wash, remove all goo, And car again make shone
And in this time of wait, car clean, The Lens portray a view
Of longing, would you too not glean, The thoughts that did ensue

Suspect I do his mind not here, Please read my post of last
The post of wing, and often prayer, His mind race to there, fast?

A Wing, A Prayer, a Young Mans' Dare

This day of week that ended nigh, the first day of week-end
I ventured with our son to try, My senses to defend
For how it came about so soon, 'Struth! where the time did go?
For heading off into the noon, Our son to us did show

That even though it's hard to grasp, And thoughts can't fathom yet
I doubt that he a girl did clasp, Or first kiss n'er forget
He strolleth up and to a plane, An aircraft of the sky
And show he too no fear, disdain, A man in charge, I sigh

Com-plete pre-checks and drain some fuel, Check oil and all such like
Then strap to head a set, so cool, And key the active mike
To ask permission for the task, the one he has for filed
And in his glory there I bask, and inside, deeply smile.

Intrigued I am, and too in awe, This man so young, so new
I feel the floor call to my jaw, This thing I try, re-chew
And garner sense, some logic here, He's still so small, ain't he?
Alas, tis not, the time of fear, His time for growth, now be.

Rejuvenate, Renew, Refresh

It seems like decades since post last, That things on blogs improve
And image size, restrict in past, Now better work! I move
To take afresh a new look then, At blogging here once more
Attempt rejuvenate, and then, More content, please don't snore.

A few things change since time last post, The Muse hath undergone
A frame technique, to show pic, most, It's glory now, have shone.
This frame technique, a good friends' hint, The steps perform, he said
Your pics do well, provide a glint, Profess-ional look 'stead.

A sample then, this frame present, For those that wish the know
of how to make, and steps time lent, Your pics too, make then, glow.

The steps to take to make such frame, In tool of photo-shop
Or any such, retain their fame, Your process I won't stop
Suggest I will what need be done, Your action it may change
The execution is the fun, So try not find it strange.

First step to do is resize pic, S'en hundred for the wide
Four hundred, vertical, look slick, Display themselves, with pride.
Move on we then to step of two, A keyline, is it's name
A pixel wide, from left run through, To right, and bound the frame.

Sometimes may find, 1 pixel wide, Is not enough to show
Increase to two then side by side, your keyline's in the know
The line define in colour black, So as not to in-trude
No shadow or such other hack, That comes across as rude.

Depend on size of keyline drew, The step of next we take
If pixel one, then this pursue, S'en Nine your frame now make
Should pixel had been 2 as said, The border we reduce
And S'en eight use we now instead, The final colour choose.

The colour of the border pick, It's white, as plain can be
And if your math had kept yard-stick, Your pic now plus eigh-ty
A text in gray below can add, It's font we keep to nine
The Exif one, make users glad, And shows itself, just fine
And to the left, in size le-ven, A title too, feel free
Just make it bold and that is when, Your steps complete, with glee.

I hope that this here frame technique, Will others help no end
And shoud this text be too oblique, A mail please gladly, send.

the Photo Muse - METAL MEN

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,
Resilient to the force.
Of gravity that never fails,
Methinks, perhaps divorce?


For nerves of steel to reach such heights,
Some go with spouse in tow.
Perhaps the fear of spouse cause fights?
This Muse shall never know.

Winters' Woes of 2007

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, await
They fade into the distance, trance, And wait upon their fate.

The Colour Void, it bears no soul, No witness of it's prey.
Suspended sport, the patient hole, They wait for such fine day.

The promise of new life, prevails, In Ochre Ovaries.
And as it's been, it never fails, Nature ne'er to "freeze".

Our Spiral Spawns, upward it goes, It looks toward it's right.
At reach of end, upon tip toes, It one day flourish, might.

In Chroma Creep, amidst it's dull, and lifeless carpet holds.
A pose so grand, of untold wealth, Inherent beaut', unfolds.

The Kiss of Green, it sends the thought, To those that are behind.
Of promise, colour, all not nought, One day they will have shined.

the Photo Muse - GLASS

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 possess
a bevy of said "glass"
The likes of which not rich nor grand,
Type which others well may pass.

the Photo Muse - BOX

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 sort,
Some pics theirs, do not fly.

The voice that runs,
around the 'net,
Of more MP and like.
Is oh such fun,
to witness pet,
And anger no doubt, hike!

*switch*

Debate that rages to the dawn, of what to buy,
What's next?
Cause Muse to yawn, and heave a sigh,
leave tot-ally, perplex't.

For as I see it at this time, and pity some
The task it lies at hand,
To make fresh pic sublime, do come,
I cannot understand.

The coin is turned, and wait more days,
For tree of techno new.
No pic feel barren, Muse now says,
Go hence, and buy, please do.

the Photo Muse - THORN

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.html

So 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, With voices, loudly sound!


The feel the muse now carries plain, And what him has, now torn.
Is, is the nature of the world humane? Or merely side with thorn.

For in the musings of this Bard, Where effort been made great,
The most proclaim, village retard! And seal forthright his fate.

And so it comes to pass this day, That muses' name be borne.
And carries on his merry way, Alas, alone, forlorne.

The muse of photo would ask thee, If soul of yours have move.
To pen the thought, give voice, be free, And join into this groove.

The comment choice it is below, Your voice it may give weight.
Go forth, and click, do not be slow, Lest Muses' end, is fate.

One question that the muse MUST ask, And answers, please be plain.
Is this of normal manner, task? Or muse he are insane?

the Photo Muse - ANNOUNCE

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 unite
The joy photography, well shared, The advent of this "knight".

The art of floral captured most, has been this artist's deed
To those that share the joy, a toast! And carry forth our seed.

The Muse of Photo greets you all, that stumble 'pon this link
And wishes you come back, enthrall, with photo, make you think.