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Tourist.

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Thank you for any Fav's. :kiss:'sss
Image size
3000x2017px 3.13 MB
Make
OLYMPUS IMAGING CORP.
Model
E-M10
Shutter Speed
1/320 second
Aperture
F/8.0
Focal Length
14 mm
ISO Speed
200
Date Taken
Sep 2, 2017, 12:50:33 PM
Sensor Size
11mm
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Comments5
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:star::star::star::star::star: Overall
:star::star::star::star::star: Vision
:star::star::star::star::star: Originality
:star::star::star::star::star: Technique
:star::star::star::star::star: Impact

Jenny ...

Seriously ...
It doesn't need a critique!

Composition is excellent!
Grey scale is excellent!
Subject is totally awesome -- grizzled old man with a camera!

You are one of the few excellent photographers here at dA!

/*EOC

[dA said the critique was too short, so I grabbed a poem from inside Throreau's "A Winter's Walk" to make up the remaining bulk. I'm not an English major, I'm an Engineer that speaks English as a second language!]

The sluggish smoke curls up from some deep dell,
The stiffened air exploring in the dawn,
And making slow acquaintance with the day;
Delaying now upon its heavenward course,
In wreathed loiterings dallying with itself,
With as uncertain purpose and slow deed,
As its half-wakened master by the hearth,
Whose mind still slumbering and sluggish thoughts
Have not yet swept into the onward current
Of the new day; -- and now it streams afar,
The while the chopper goes with step direct,
And mind intent to swing the early axe.

First in the dusky dawn he sends abroad
His early scout, his emissary, smoke,
The earliest, latest pilgrim from the roof,
To feel the frosty air, inform the day;
And while he crouches still beside the hearth,
Nor musters courage to unbar the door,
It has gone down the glen with the light wind,
And o'er the plain unfurled its venturous wreath,
Draped the tree-tops, loitered upon the hill,
And warmed the pinions of the early bird;
And now, perchance, high in the crispy air,
Has caught sight of the day o'er the earth's edge,
And greets its master's eye at his low door,
As some refulgent cloud in the upper sky.
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