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Description
Image size
1920x2560px 1.59 MB
Make
Panasonic
Model
DMC-FZ28
Shutter Speed
10/130 second
Aperture
F/2.8
Focal Length
5 mm
ISO Speed
800
Date Taken
Nov 29, 2009, 9:47:33 PM
© 2009 - 2024 CheyenneRalphsPhotos
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This picture will always have that essence of wonder and magic within it.
A moment in time that shouldn't have been captured, but , by chance it was.
And what a beautiful surprise. x>
I still have this picture on my bed frame.
When I look at this picture I can't take my eyes off it.
Your photo captures me.
To me it feels like a screenshot from a film.
A young girl alone. Running from constant tapping sound from the past.
Finds a place at last to rest and catch her breath just in time.
In from the rain, away from the pain.
A mansion covered in chipping paint and creaky shutters has never seemed more inviting.
Lightening flashes off in the distance.
No one can see her anymore.
Inside the mansion she enters.
She closes the door and climbs the creaky steps.
The powers out. No candles to burn. So further into darkness she walks.
Once inside the room on the left at the end of the hallway she rests to catch her breath.
There is loud crackling, then nothing.
She takes careful quiet steps like a cat. Finally there is light.
She swiftly turns to face it with sore eyes.
The dust storm from old wooden floors fills the air.
Like falling snow, green, red, blue and yellow.
Although the light glows colorful, warm it is not.
Never the less she stands her in the comfort of color.
For fair her skin has been for far to long.
A moment in time that shouldn't have been captured, but , by chance it was.
And what a beautiful surprise. x>
I still have this picture on my bed frame.
When I look at this picture I can't take my eyes off it.
Your photo captures me.
To me it feels like a screenshot from a film.
A young girl alone. Running from constant tapping sound from the past.
Finds a place at last to rest and catch her breath just in time.
In from the rain, away from the pain.
A mansion covered in chipping paint and creaky shutters has never seemed more inviting.
Lightening flashes off in the distance.
No one can see her anymore.
Inside the mansion she enters.
She closes the door and climbs the creaky steps.
The powers out. No candles to burn. So further into darkness she walks.
Once inside the room on the left at the end of the hallway she rests to catch her breath.
There is loud crackling, then nothing.
She takes careful quiet steps like a cat. Finally there is light.
She swiftly turns to face it with sore eyes.
The dust storm from old wooden floors fills the air.
Like falling snow, green, red, blue and yellow.
Although the light glows colorful, warm it is not.
Never the less she stands her in the comfort of color.
For fair her skin has been for far to long.