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  • Fun with a yellow gerber daisy, a remote flash and purple fiber optic lights
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  • A Vibrant Multi-Colored Firework Explosion in the Night Sky
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  • A thick Belgian IPA. Nice spiced hop tones combining with thick yeasty flavors. Could probably deal with less of the latter and more of the former. But it's still nice. Consistent too.
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  • A Bold Abstraction From Firework Lines
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  • A Vibrant Wood Duck Swims On A Flash Of Green Water
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  • Some abstract fun using remote flashes, colored gels and of all things, plastic cling wrap.
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  • The Immaculate Heart of Mary Catholic Church at 8 West Highway D - New Melle, MO 63365.
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  • In the faraway realm of Eversnow, where the northern lights dance with the stars and the snow whispers secrets of old, there was a legend seldom spoken but deeply cherished. It was the tale of the Yuletide Dragon, a magnificent creature with scales that shimmered like the very auroras it soared beneath. Once a century, on a night where magic hung heaviest in the air, the dragon would descend from its celestial abode, offering a ride to one whose heart was true.<br />
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Nicholas of Eversnow, a kindly old soul with eyes like warm hearths and a beard as white as the surrounding peaks, was chosen on this hallowed eve. The villagers knew him as the giver of gifts, a man whose laughter was a balm to the weariest of hearts. Clad in a suit of radiant red, stitched with the silver of the stars and trimmed with the green of the eternal pines, he approached the dragon with a heart full of joy and hands bearing gifts for all.<br />
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The dragon, with eyes aglow and wings unfurled, knelt gracefully before Nicholas. Astride its back, they took to the skies, the dragon's powerful wings beating in harmony with the silent night. Below them, the world was a tapestry of white and shadow, dotted with the golden glow of hearths. Together, they journeyed far and wide, delivering wonders to the sleeping innocents of the realm, leaving behind a trail of sparkling magic that whispered of joy and wonder.<br />
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As dawn's first light breached the horizon, casting a golden hue over the snow-laden world, the dragon returned Nicholas to Eversnow. With a respectful nod and a final flash of its majestic wings, the creature returned to the stars. The villagers awoke to find treasures untold and a tale that would warm their spirits for generations to come. Thus, the legend of the Yuletide Dragon Ride lived on, a story of magic, generosity, and the eternal dance of light in the darkness.
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  • In the realm of Eldoria, a land where the veil between worlds was as thin as the morning mist, there stood on the edge of the world, Sir Caelum, the Storm's Guardian. Clad in enchanted armor, forged from the heart of a fallen star, he watched over the tumultuous sea, where the skies unleashed their wrath without mercy.<br />
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Beneath the brooding fractal clouds, Sir Caelum held his ground, the jagged rocks his ancient throne. His sword, ablaze with celestial fire, was a beacon of defiance against the raging elements. At his side, a creature of legend, a dragonling born from the heart of a volcano, exhaled flames in concert with the lightning that rent the heavens asunder.<br />
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Together, they were a spectacle of untamed power, a union of earthly might and otherworldly majesty. The beach they protected was not just a stretch of sand and stone but a sacred boundary between the chaos of the untamed storms and the order of the mortal realms.<br />
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Legend spoke of an ancient evil, bound beneath the waves, stirring in the darkness, always seeking to breach the barrier. Each flash of lightning was a strike by Sir Caelum's sword against the dark tendrils that sought to slip through the cracks of the world.<br />
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As the tempest raged, Sir Caelum and his fiery companion remained steadfast. They were more than protectors; they were the eternal sentinels, the fiery heart, and the unyielding will of Eldoria. And so, with every storm, their legend grew, woven into the tapestry of tales told by the crackling hearth in hushed tones of awe and reverence.
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  • A Male Northern Cardinal On A Branch Over Blue Waters
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  • A Female Dark-Eyed Junco Foraging For Food in the Snow During A Cold Blue Winter Day.<br />
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Females and juvenile birds are generally paler and show a greater mixture of brown in the plumage. Generally, there is less white on the outer tail feathers in juvenile and female birds. There is, however, much individual variation.<br />
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The Dark-eyed Junco is the best-known species of the juncos, a genus of small grayish American sparrows. This bird is common across much of temperate North America and in summer ranges far into the Arctic. Dark-eyed Juncos are neat, even flashy little sparrows that flit about forest floors of the western mountains and Canada, then flood the rest of North America for winter. They're easy to recognize by their crisp (though extremely variable) markings and the bright white tail feathers they habitually flash in flight. One of the most abundant forest birds of North America, you'll see juncos on woodland walks as well as in flocks at your feeders or on the ground beneath them. <br />
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Juncos are the "snowbirds" of the middle latitudes. Over most of the eastern United States, they appear as winter sets in and then retreat northward each spring. Some juncos in the Appalachian Mountains remain there all year round, breeding at the higher elevations. These residents have shorter wings than the migrants that join them each winter. Longer wings are better suited to flying long distances, a pattern commonly noted among other studies of migratory vs. resident species.
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  • A single tulip shot with color flash gel. This was actually a tulip planted next to a mailbox I came across while out on a nature walk.
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  • In the vast expanse of the sky, the bald eagle soared with a commanding presence. Its wings, a symbol of strength and freedom, spread wide against the backdrop of the clouds. Each feather was a masterpiece of intricate fractal mandalas, swirling with a symphony of colors that defied reality. The bold hues, meticulously crafted, created an awe-inspiring sight that demanded attention.<br />
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As the eagle glided through the air, it caught a glimpse of a shimmering lake nestled amidst lush greenery. With a graceful descent, it landed near the water's edge, surveying its domain. The reflections in the lake mirrored the eagle's remarkable fractal mandala feathers, creating a mesmerizing dance of shapes and colors that seemed to transcend the boundaries of the natural world.<br />
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In the distance, a storm began to brew, its dark clouds threatening to cast a shadow over the land. The eagle, undeterred, spread its wings and took flight once again. As lightning flashed across the sky, the intricate details of its fractal mandala feathers stood out in sharp contrast against the stormy backdrop. It was a testament to the eagle's resilience and fierce spirit, a symbol of strength that would not be overshadowed.<br />
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The Fractal Majesty of the Eagle, forever captured on canvas, tells a story of power, grace, and the intricacy of nature's design. It serves as a reminder that even in the face of adversity, beauty can emerge in the most unexpected ways.
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  • Water drops on foil, used a harsh shop light to bounce off the foil bottom to get the fire flashes in the water splash
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  • As the hawk soared high above the mountains, its feathers shimmered in the sunlight, creating a kaleidoscope of colors that dazzled the eye. Its wings were a blur of motion, beating steadily as it rode the currents of air with effortless grace. The fractal patterns of its feathers seemed to shift with every movement of the bird, creating a sense of fluidity and motion that was mesmerizing to watch.<br />
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As the hawk continued its flight, it caught sight of a prey far below. With a sudden dive, it descended towards its target, its feathers trailing behind it in a chaotic pattern that seemed to defy all logic. But in this chaos, there was a hidden order, a complex mathematical pattern that was as beautiful as it was intricate.<br />
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With a sudden swoop, the hawk snatched its prey from the ground and took to the air once more, its fractal feathers flashing in the sunlight. It was a moment of pure beauty and power, captured forever in this stunning artwork.
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