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Be water, my friend.


Here is another of my experiments in photography water surfaces. You might remember some of the others that I have posted in the past.

There is one more thing that I would like to say:

I love you all so much.

Comments

KL said…
Why do you love us? Ahem..ahem..after reading my comment, you will hate me :-D. So, here it is: you have taken much more beautiful pictures of water in the past. Here I don't understand the experiment. It seems more like a painting - water or oil-color. Is that what you wanted to achieve?
stromsjo said…
Very good series. (I hadn't seen them before.) Left unchecked, these are some of the things water is up to.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I love you all for visiting.

I love this photo for a couple of reason. The depth of blue in the foreground (I like the colour blue), and the subtle way that it shifts as you approach the light.
Kris McCracken said…
Per, I am a big fan of water.
Baino said…
Actually I quite like it too. It has the look of Uyuni salt flats where the depth perception is a little weird. And I loves yous too!
Megan said…
Water es gut.
USelaine said…
Hey, I like being loved!
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, do you love youse all?
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, ja, es ist großartig.
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, everybody loves somebody sometime.
Jane Pelham said…
I know this photo was taken some time ago, but it's gorgeous and I'm wondering if you would sell it to me??? I want to print and frame it, very large (ie. 800mm x 1000mm or close) ... are you able/willing to help me please???? Cheers, Jane.
Kris McCracken said…
Hi Jane, the best I can suggest is clicking on it and saving. Unfortunately this one seems to be in a batch that was lost after a hard drive died on me a few years back (I have multiple backups now - online and otherwise).

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