Photographers!Could you perhaps give me some advice on starting out as a photographer? Just general advice on composition and such would be lovely.
And if you know of any deviants who are excellent photographers, recommend their work to me!
Many thanks.
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A Reef, PerhapsBarbed wire taunts and then tears a jagged hole upon his leathered ivory.A Reef, Perhaps
And blooms of coral make a reef of his barriers, staining his only definition with doubt.
Rebellion presents an odd landscape, I must say. Lunar to a passer-by, eathen to the withered native.
by ~Poetic-Wanderings
Roots and BranchesRoots may splayRoots and Branches
within the earth, in comfort. In secret. But the coal eyes of November will fix their gaze upon our wilting ardor and strip it of all decency. A formless heap of clothes rests in the corner and a nude venus lounges, vulnerable, beneath a white sheet. Soon, a frost will garnish her willowed limbs, and flaxen hair. While Winter hisses inevitability into the nape of her neck.
by ~Poetic-Wanderings
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somehow she grew up in the crack between Kings and Queens.
her angry eyes were wisped over
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a fat red bump bloomed on her bottom lip.
we walked past her hovel-home,
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All Things I Should've Meant.she is polished in whiskey, a child of a pure unending moon she counted the seconds to disaster and filled her hands with untidy grace.All Things I Should've Meant.
she begs for reminders of your fingers once tied your eyebrows furrowed in a fit of unfortunate gratitude and she will travel but always remain.
i met the boundaries with my eyes, she told you, the line is a dot to me. and she wandered into the blue to hurt someone else.
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Kisetsu no utaApril mud suckles The pale sunlight seeping through Our frostbitten skinKisetsu no uta
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Talcum-sweet limbs clasp In midsummer's wild ferment At the violet hour
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The scarlet bleeds from A retreating autumn sky Dying world below
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Steel blue winter dawns On the treeless boulevards Of our sta
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- Favourite poet or writer: Sylvia Plath, Amy Lowell
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you're a great writer.
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But thanks!
haha.
He writes, check him out.
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sincerely,
an extraordinary machine.
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<mediatedballe> did it work
<TheKingofFall> I'll put it back in for a while
<mediatedballe> i've never done this before
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