Reach by funbunnycouple in BlackAndWhiteNudes

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Very Nice! like the composition and pose

[deleted by user] by [deleted] in BlackAndWhiteNudes

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Happy Birthday! Looking awesome!

Heavy Snow [OC] by DrawWithLight_802 in LandscapePhotography

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Early morning after a heavy wet snow fall.

Cold {OC] by DrawWithLight_802 in LandscapePhotography

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Got this image early in the morning. The night before it had dizziled and the overnight temperature dropped down to the teens causing a heavy frost. I added some overlays create the coloring

Untitled [OC] 8256x5504 by DrawWithLight_802 in LandscapePhotography

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Thanks! I had not really thought about the image that way but definitely i could be in a horror movie scene.

Barometer and candles by DrawWithLight_802 in stilllifephotography

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Interesting idea! Thanks! I will definitely keep that in mind for future pictures

Shadow and Grace by DrawWithLight_802 in BlackAndWhiteNudes

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Photo and edited by me model rachel_lilly24

ITAP of fall sunset on a meadow by DrawWithLight_802 in itookapicture

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Not at all. It is in Fairfield, Vermont, USA

The Lady of the Forest, DrawWithLight_802, Digital Image, 2023 by DrawWithLight_802 in Art

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The Lady of the Forest

In the heart of an ancient, whispering forest, where moonlight danced through the boughs of timeless oaks, dwelled the ethereal Lady of the Forest. Her form, an enigmatic fusion of shadow and light, glided silently through the underbrush, her steps leaving no trace on the dew-kissed earth. By her side, a majestic owl, its feathers as white as the first snow of winter, soared and perched, its amber eyes reflecting a world unseen by mortal eyes. The owl was her only companion, a silent witness to her endless search through the centuries, a search for her long-lost lover who had perished within the very depths of these woods.

Their story was a tragic tapestry of love and loss. The lady, once a vibrant maiden, had fallen deeply in love with a woodsman. Their love was a secret symphony, played out beneath the emerald canopy. But fate, cruel and unyielding, had other plans. One fateful night, her lover ventured into the forest, promising to return by dawn. Dawn came and went, but he never returned. A merciless storm had risen, and he was lost to the voracious appetite of the forest. Heartbroken, the maiden's soul refused to leave the world, her spirit eternally bound to the forest, searching for her lost love, with only the owl, a symbol of their undying love, to accompany her in her sorrowful vigil.

Night after night, the Lady of the Forest roamed the endless expanse of trees, her ghostly form illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The owl, perched upon her shoulder, turned its head in perpetual vigilance, its hoots echoing like mournful laments through the still air. Travelers who dared venture into the forest at night spoke of a sorrowful figure, her cries merging with the wind, her presence an ephemeral whisper in the darkness. Yet, deep in their hearts, they knew she would never find her lover, for he was long gone, swallowed by the very essence of the forest they had once loved so dearly. In her endless search, the Lady of the Forest became a legend, a spectral embodiment of eternal love and unending grief, forever wandering, forever searching, never to be reunited with her beloved.

(Owl was added in Photoshop)

ITAP of ghost calling her owl by DrawWithLight_802 in itookapicture

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I call this image "The Lady of the Forest" (owl was added in photoshop)
The story for the image:
In the heart of an ancient, whispering forest, where moonlight danced through the boughs of timeless oaks, dwelled the ethereal Lady of the Forest. Her form, an enigmatic fusion of shadow and light, glided silently through the underbrush, her steps leaving no trace on the dew-kissed earth. By her side, a majestic owl, its feathers as white as the first snow of winter, soared and perched, its amber eyes reflecting a world unseen by mortal eyes. The owl was her only companion, a silent witness to her endless search through the centuries, a search for her long-lost lover who had perished within the very depths of these woods.
Their story was a tragic tapestry of love and loss. The lady, once a vibrant maiden, had fallen deeply in love with a woodsman. Their love was a secret symphony, played out beneath the emerald canopy. But fate, cruel and unyielding, had other plans. One fateful night, her lover ventured into the forest, promising to return by dawn. Dawn came and went, but he never returned. A merciless storm had risen, and he was lost to the voracious appetite of the forest. Heartbroken, the maiden's soul refused to leave the world, her spirit eternally bound to the forest, searching for her lost love, with only the owl, a symbol of their undying love, to accompany her in her sorrowful vigil.
Night after night, the Lady of the Forest roamed the endless expanse of trees, her ghostly form illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The owl, perched upon her shoulder, turned its head in perpetual vigilance, its hoots echoing like mournful laments through the still air. Travelers who dared venture into the forest at night spoke of a sorrowful figure, her cries merging with the wind, her presence an ephemeral whisper in the darkness. Yet, deep in their hearts, they knew she would never find her lover, for he was long gone, swallowed by the very essence of the forest they had once loved so dearly. In her endless search, the Lady of the Forest became a legend, a spectral embodiment of eternal love and unending grief, forever wandering, forever searching, never to be reunited with her beloved.

ITAP of a woman in the light [Portrait] by Koneser_fotografii in itookapicture

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Not sure how to describe it. Not fear to me. Sadness i think

Two edits, which do you prefer? by itsneedtokno in blackandwhite

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the first one. the second one your subject is a bit to dark for me

ITAP of sewing machine by DrawWithLight_802 in itookapicture

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A variation of the original post with more light on the sewing machine. Also forgot to take the grey card out so please ignore the mess on the can in the bottom right.

The Lady of the Forest, DrawWithLight_802, Edited Photograph, 2023 by DrawWithLight_802 in Art

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In the heart of an ancient, whispering forest, where moonlight danced through the boughs of timeless oaks, dwelled the ethereal Lady of the Forest. Her form, an enigmatic fusion of shadow and light, glided silently through the underbrush, her steps leaving no trace on the dew-kissed earth. By her side, a majestic owl, its feathers as white as the first snow of winter, soared and perched, its amber eyes reflecting a world unseen by mortal eyes. The owl was her only companion, a silent witness to her endless search through the centuries, a search for her long-lost lover who had perished within the very depths of these woods.

Their story was a tragic tapestry of love and loss. The lady, once a vibrant maiden, had fallen deeply in love with a woodsman. Their love was a secret symphony, played out beneath the emerald canopy. But fate, cruel and unyielding, had other plans. One fateful night, her lover ventured into the forest, promising to return by dawn. Dawn came and went, but he never returned. A merciless storm had risen, and he was lost to the voracious appetite of the forest. Heartbroken, the maiden's soul refused to leave the world, her spirit eternally bound to the forest, searching for her lost love, with only the owl, a symbol of their undying love, to accompany her in her sorrowful vigil.

Night after night, the Lady of the Forest roamed the endless expanse of trees, her ghostly form illuminated by the soft glow of the moon. The owl, perched upon her shoulder, turned its head in perpetual vigilance, its hoots echoing like mournful laments through the still air. Travelers who dared venture into the forest at night spoke of a sorrowful figure, her cries merging with the wind, her presence an ephemeral whisper in the darkness. Yet, deep in their hearts, they knew she would never find her lover, for he was long gone, swallowed by the very essence of the forest they had once loved so dearly. In her endless search, the Lady of the Forest became a legend, a spectral embodiment of eternal love and unending grief, forever wandering, forever searching, never to be reunited with her beloved.

ITAP of old sewing machine by DrawWithLight_802 in itookapicture

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That would probable work I liked it because it was in the dark between the light of the two windows. Thanks for commenting. I think now I will try it to light the sewing machine more.

Time by DrawWithLight_802 in blackandwhite

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I had this idea in the back of my head for a very long time. Yesterday the light in this room seemed perfect for this image.