Steiner62's Photos

Taken from home this evening with my long lens. No processing necessary, it really was a lovely one this evning...

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In a field on the edge of Clonroche, County Wexford, early one morning before Sunrise in December. Minimally processed RAW to jpeg conversion with Picasa 3

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Shot very late one night in June from my bedroom window. Shot in Moonlight, not black & white. No processing. Zoom lens with X2 Converter used. Hand held, shot on manual focus. Ps. I love Canon Image Stabilization Technology! That new awesomeness algorithm thingie is certainly working well Kris!c (fast too!) :)

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Taken the night after the previous image. Strangely similar! No processing, no filters, just exposed with care & love! :)

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(This Angel looks over the grave of one Jane Nolan of Wicklow Town, who died on January 4th 1915...in who's memory this set is dedicated. May she rest in Peace.Found in Rathnew Cemetery, County Wicklow, Ireland)

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(Too much colour) Holocaust Memorial, Berlin.

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Port Aventura, Salou, Spain

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Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better. Sam Beckett Some of my flickr friends (& maybe some Zoomr ones too!) may recognise this photo that I took at Geysir, Iceland, originally uploaded in unaltered jpeg format in November 2007. As the weather has been awful here lately, as usual when bored & with no new images to upload, I sometimes raid the vaults. I recently resurrected the RAW file for this image, (literally!), it had been wiped when my HD crashed a few months ago, but via pure serendipity, I had emailed the RAW file a week or two before the crash to a flickr friend on request, (Paula Banks, take a bow!). Lo & behold, last week, when I with fingers crossed asked if she might still have it, she arranged for it to be resent back to me, (thanks Darragh!) . So anyway, I have the one RAW file back from all the RAW files I lost from my Iceland trip - but it's the one I missed having the most. Sweet! So anyway, I'm rambling, & I haven't even hit the gin yet to-night. So this is the Frankestein's monster of a rendering I have come up with via Lightroom/PhotoImpression 5.5, & Picasa...don't ask! When I get around to reinstalling PhotoShop PS2, & then learn all about how to use it (give it 5 years or so), you may well see a much nicer version of this sometime in 2012 or 2013...but the main thing now is - I have the RAW file again, safely backed up now, & gmailed to myself too for good measure. :) Now as the first anniversary of my trip to Iceland rapidly approaches, & I gaze idly (& dreamily) at this mongrelified image, I'm all homesick to return... (Thinks), must ask Paula if herself or Darragh ever got around to processing it properly in PhotoShop themselves actually...could save me five years or so... :))) (flickr Explore #154 on Thursday, October 23, 2008)

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Louisiana.

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Zoomarine, Portugal.

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Dinosauria, we born like this into this as the chalk faces smile as Mrs. Death laughs as the elevators break as political landscapes dissolve as the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree as the oily fish spit out their oily prey as the sun is masked we are born like this into this into these carefully mad wars into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness into bars where people no longer speak to each other into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings born into this into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes born into this walking and living through this dying because of this muted because of this castrated debauched disinherited because of this fooled by this used by this pissed on by this made crazy and sick by this made violent made inhuman by this the heart is blackened the fingers reach for the throat the gun the knife the bomb the fingers reach toward an unresponsive god the fingers reach for the bottle the pill the powder we are born into this sorrowful deadliness we are born into a government 60 years in debt that soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt and the banks will burn money will be useless there will be open and unpunished murder in the streets it will be guns and roving mobs land will be useless food will become a diminishing return nuclear power will be taken over by the many explosions will continually shake the earth radiated robot men will stalk each other the rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground the sun will not be seen and it will always be night trees will die all vegetation will die radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men the sea will be poisoned the lakes and rivers will vanish rain will be the new gold the rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind the last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases and the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition the petering out of supplies the natural effect of general decay and there will be the most beautiful silence never heard born out of that the sun still hidden there awaiting the next chapter -Charles Bukowski, from The Last Night of the Earth Poems, 1992 (Manual focus. Misty Moon through bare tree branch near my home. Unprocessed apart from a slight crop.)

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An old (RAW) image ("not THAT one AGAIN!") that I finally had a chance (with some guidance, thanks Ramona!) to play with & tidy up properly in PhotoShop recently... It's Sunday morning here, been raining a lot lately, nothing new to upload this week, so I'm mentally revisiting, & getting lost in, Iceland, again... To see my Set "Lost in Iceland" click here

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