Vampich virgin by Vahlenkamp

Then he kissed her. At his lips touch, she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

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*** Last Man Standing *** by ShyamaPrasadMishra

Sometimes the Worst Weather Makes The best Shot.

Recipe Behind the Shot:

Three hours of wait for downpour to stop.
No telephoto lens to compress distance.
(Shot with Canon 100 mm Macro)
4 degree outside temperature.
Constant Spray of ice cold water.
A patient wife, agreeing to wait while I kept perfecting the composition.

Benefit of Worst Weather:

Less or almost no crowd, at one of the most popular place in Iceland.
Moody Atmosphere.

Lesson Learnt by Me:
No weather is bad weather.
Learn to Adapt and move on. 🙂

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This is a post with a little reedit.

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Nifty nasturtium by Vahlenkamp

Flowers are the poetry of reproduction. An example of the eternal seductiveness of life. Is it any wonder we love them?

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Drizzling dusk by Vahlenkamp

The darkness was about to descend, while a light drizzle descended. A perfect ending to a long sunny day.

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Galactic game by Vahlenkamp

An early morning dew hung heavily on the vegetation. Spider Webs which usually are not particularly visible, now shone full of sparkling water droplets.
A wonderful interplay of water and silk. Yes, silk. I did not know it before, but it’s actually made of floating silk coming out of the body of a spider. These silk fibers then immediately solidify, and obtain a greater tensile strength than hardened steel (with the same thickness).
The other astounding is the water invisible inherent characteristic; Surface tension. The main reason for droplets not to burst, but continuing to hang. When one came right close into this unique interaction, it looked almost like a sparkling miniature micro cosmos. Fascinating!
But where had the spider gone? I’m not sure, but I suppose it sat hiding somewhere, waiting patiently for the droplets to evaporate when the sun later rose.

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Camille cracker by Vahlenkamp

Just a minute remaining. A few seconds. I suck to me the power of the last rays of sun. Before darkness and silence descends.

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Sober sundown by Vahlenkamp

Hurry now beloved, hurry to love.
The days darken minute by minute.
Ignition our lights. The night is approaching. Soon the thriving summer will end.

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