Citrus Sunrise
by Germaine

Comment:
Outstanding. I think you'll notice the 4 central halos are symmetrically arranged vis-a-vis the optical center of the image. I'll bet if there were a bulb on the left the same distance from center as the haloed one on the right, it would be haloed also. I think point sources at certain specific angular deviations from center line are producing halos while the rest are not.

R.

Sentry
by Nobody

Comment:
Hey, nobody shoots seagulls... jejeje™ I actually like this one in its attentive serenity.

California Dreamin'
by Hipychik

Comment:
Oh, you did GREAT! Bravo! I couldn't be more impressed...

Made
by pawdrix

Comment:
I want some of the Tacos al Pastor, Steve. I like the picture too :-)

- - - -
by krnodil

Comment:
Dang I was about to say "This one has a real, turn-of-the-century feel to it", then I read your comments and see it IS turn-of-the-centiry LOL. Doh on me! It works, anyway. Lensbaby Copies, the Wave of the Future!

215 Kilby Rd.
by zeuszen

Comment:
Oh, this is an outstanding image! Sorry I haven't seen it before now. The subliminal, forested BG hillside is exceptionally nice :-) The light, of course, is fantastically seen. Takes a REAL afficionado of light to purge the concept "banal subject" and replace it with the concept "exalted light" :-)

Gathering
by Germaine

Comment:
I have spent many an hour fishing at Anacapa, actually. I probably fed those gulls' great-grandparents :-) This is a trippy effect. I am wishing, based on yours and Ecce's works, that I had the ability to exchange for the plastic optic; my 3G just has the double-glass, so it's the sharpest of the bunch. That's why I keep going OOF deliberately :-)

Baby at the Beach
by Bear_Music

Comment:

Originally posted by tph1: These shots are taking me back to some fun I had in college!

They don't call it a L(SD)ensBaby for nothing!

R.

Jon
by Alicia

Comment:
Nice image, interesting variation of the poem (of which there have been many). Although the poem is often attributed to Mary Frye, there are earlier examples extant; nobody knows who first wrote this poem. Here's a more commonly-seen version, with better metrics and less repetition of "soft":

Do not stand at my grave and weep...
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry...
I am not there. I did not die.

R.

lensbaby lamp2.jpg
by magenmarie

Comment:
Oh, I missed this one! This is outstanding, such a bleak noire feeling to it, a slice of the 30's, the loneliness of the SRO hotel, all that yummy depressing stuff :-)