Wandering souls (View larger, please)

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This one hits me right in the heart.  Wow.

Very creative. Excellent.

Great composition....one of the few times that lots of wires and poles really help the main subject.

This is a rare shot. You were on the right spot in a beautiful morning. And you handled it well. Thanks for sharing.

Tommy

well seen, bravo!

Well captured Tamara. I wonder if this was a group of birds migrating??? Your title suits the image well as does the processing.

Tamara,   You have captured a wonderful flock of birds.  Notice how their shape - a T with a triangle in the center - is complemented by the telephone wires and poles.  You have taken what can be an eyesore - the poles and wires - and used them to create a most artistic image.  The fog and faded background also helps.  My compliments on an excellent image.

Larry

Almost classic! Nice mood and relatively simple composition, I think that it satisfies the rules of composition!

 

Best regards, Tamara

 

PDE

Just a note:  these are crows (I'm fairly certain) that are heading to their nightly roost.  Thousands may gather in a particular woodland to spend the night.

Wonderful shot; love the fog and scattering birds. Love how my eye is drawn in further due to the poles and wires and then out again with the birds. Great title! Thank you for sharing. :)

It is a fantastic shoot Tamara. Staring on that image, and it becomes alive. It is perfect in every-way. Congratulation for it. It is not in Canada. I guess. (?)

Warm regards to you, Tamara.

Thank you, Bela, for your very precious words. It is Belarus, just next to my childhood home, early in the morning. I was so excited not to ruin it. The picture is not manipulated, just slightly cropped from the right and turned to b&w. I am so glad you liked it - you are the Master of b&w landscape photography. I mean it. Warmest regards, Tamara

 

 

...That summer I spent 3 weeks home, in a small town of Belarus where I go every year to visit my mom. She still lives in a house , the only one I ever knew as my home. The place you see on a picture I familiar to me since my childhood : a village road and a lake near buy. I never took pictures of a landscape before, but this one was first born in my mind: poles, fog, feeling of uncertainty, of deep pain that is called nostalgia... Every morning I would wake up at 5 :00 to look into the window. But no, just a sunrise...The last morning at home it just all came together: sunrise, clouds and fog... I ran to the lake, shaking from anxiety, holding a pole from the fence as a mono-pod - the only thing I could think of. All was perfect: the water, the reflection, the trees near by - I had nothing to blame on if I failed. It was an intense and exciting time I will never forget! When the excitement was over I realized that the lake was producing the noise close to the one ,that cicadas make, just duller. It took me a few moments to understand that it was a huge flock of birds, hiding in the grass. My anxiety returned... I got my camera ready,,, and screamed as loud as I could. Oh, my God! I was just snapping without thinking.... Got on or two that were ok... And then the birds (with loud noise) flew away from the water to the road ,and by the time I approached they covered the poles. I screamed again and took this shot! I felt right away that it happened! I looked at it only when I returned to Canada. In black and white it connected with what I felt and wanted to take with me... The wandering souls of the birds reflected the souls of the immigrants with their longing for home, for their native land, never certain, that they made a right choice....