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What can and doesn't have to be always, at the end, surrenders to something that has to be.


I love the zoom on my camera. I don't even need a tripod! If you can't guess, this is the moon, as seen from Geilston Bay yesterday morning while waiting at the bus stop.

Yesterday was Bastille Day. I love Bastille Day. My favourite Bastille Day story relates to the initial storming. While many like to think of the brave folk liberating hordes of unjustly held political prisoners (and sawing their heads off the guards to dance about with the heads on poles), they actually found four forgers, two lunatics and one dirty old man.

And a dog.

No wonder they were so angry.

Vive la révolution!

Comments

Jim Klenke said…
Great shot. No Co-op festival for me, I will be doing the photo walk the same day.
yamini said…
The picture is amazing and so is the zoom on your camera, unbelievable!!!
Unknown said…
I love this shot... it is so cool to me to see the moon form your perspective, we in the northern hemisphere do not think about the moon being reversed for y'all.
magiceye said…
gorgeous capture!
KL said…
Absolutely gorgeous photo. Could you please give me the details of your camera along with whatever lens, zoom lens you have got. Danke.
Kris McCracken said…
Jim, a good chance for photos either way!
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it does the job.
Kris McCracken said…
Grant, I love the moon, wherever I am.
Kris McCracken said…
Magiceye, thanks!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I use a Sony Cyber-Shot DSC-H50 with the out of the box Carl Zeiss 15x optical zoom. For a well priced digital that straddles point and shoot with SLR capabilities, it is excellent. It is easy to use or as complex as you want it to be.

It's a great little camera.

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