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H L
{K:11377} 11/21/2005
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Very different :)I like the good angle perspective.
I thing need little more elaboration on PS for the sky shading.
Cheers!
Harry
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Frank Sollecito
{K:-73} 11/15/2005
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Excellent composition and special effect. Nice photo.
Regards, Frank
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Ron Wilson
{K:18362} 11/8/2005
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Great shot, I love the post work. Well done.
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cytte
{K:2089} 11/8/2005
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Nice lighting and shadows.
nice work.
regards
cytte
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Rashed Abdulla
{K:163889} 11/7/2005
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wonderful capture,great composition and very beautiful details and colors,very best regards my friend.
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Gayle's Eclectic Photos
{K:91109} 11/7/2005
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hi there, like the effect and the comp...that water is like silk...love the tone with the punctuations of red...i understand why you go there often,Cary ;>
regards,gayle
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Mitra Nademi-Nassari
{K:28234} 11/7/2005
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Nice work! Looks like a painting. Very creative!
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Don Loseke
{K:32503} 11/7/2005
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Very different and creative. Don.
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Cary Shaffer
{K:9269} 11/6/2005
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Hi Ann, thank you the insightfull comment, that song is exactly what I had on my mind as I produced that image! Gives me chills everytime I hear it. I'm on Lake Michigan, west shore about 60 miles north of Chicago and this big pond has been a part of my life from birth, swimming, fishing, photoing, boating, it moderates our weather, cold in the spring, warm in winter (relatively speaking). I live about 1/2 mile away and go there for solitude, it's always something different, especially when the full moon rises over it. Come over on one of your adventures and I'll show you around, Cary
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Ann Nida
{K:45248} 11/6/2005
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Ahhh Cary - This image reminds of one of my favourite songs of all time.
The Wreck of the Edmond Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore - 26,000 tons more
Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty
That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side
Coming back from some mill in Wisconson
As the big freighters go it was bigger than most
With a crew and the Captain well seasoned.
Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
When they left fully loaded for Cleveland
And later that night when the ships bell rang
Could it be the North Wind they'd been feeling.
The wind in the wires made a tattletale sound
And a wave broke over the railing
And every man knew, as the Captain did, too,
T'was the witch of November come stealing.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
When the gales of November came slashing
When afternoon came it was freezing rain
In the face of a hurricane West Wind
When supper time came the old cook came on deck
Saying fellows it's too rough to feed ya
At 7PM a main hatchway caved in
He said fellas it's been good to know ya.
The Captain wired in he had water coming in
And the good ship and crew was in peril
And later that night when his lights went out of sight
Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.
Does anyone know where the love of God goes
When the words turn the minutes to hours
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
If they'd fifteen more miles behind her.
They might have split up or they might have capsized
They may have broke deep and took water
And all that remains is the faces and the names
Of the wives and the sons and the daughters.
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
In the ruins of her ice water mansion
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams,
The islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
Takes in what Lake Erie can send her
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of November remembered.
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed
In the Maritime Sailors' Cathedral
The church bell chimed, 'til it rang 29 times
For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early.
Wonderful and creative image. Thank you for the memories. Cheers- Ann :)
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stingRay pt.4 .
{K:250401} 11/6/2005
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Excellent selective colouring in this shot Cary and great reflections caught in the water..Warm regards..Ray
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Andre Denis
{K:66407} 11/6/2005
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A different kind of presentation Cary,
Nice and bold. The red, silver and grey go nice together.
Andre
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ARMANDO ALCÁZAR
{K:42404} 11/6/2005
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wonderful pic and work!! congrats and God bless you 
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Ms. Mel Brackstone
{K:5285} 11/6/2005
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I'm interested to know what process you used to produce this. I also agree the sky could do with less banding and or grain.
I do like the shot, however, and love the reflections of the two red lighthouses, if thats what they are.
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Toni Petersen
{K:2404} 11/6/2005
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I like the effect very much. The water is so glassy. But wondering what it would look like without so much grain in the sky.
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