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Jorgen Udvang

Jorgen Udvang

Subscriber Member
Thank you Corlan and Rayyan. I'll return with more information about my experience after this day of testing. I can say that I'm rather satisfied though.

Nice coffee, Corlan. Very simplistic and clean.

S5 with 80-200 AF-S and TC-20EIII @ 400mm and f/8

 
rayyan

rayyan

Well-known member
Come closer Hamza, said the faint and frail voice.

Hamza looked around. There was nobody and nothing. Stones, Hamza and his grandpa.

I am afraid, said Hamza..looking up to me.

Don't be afraid Hamza, come closer, sit next to me; said the gentle voice.

Grandpa, said Hamza. I can hear the voice, but I can't see anyone. I am afraid.

You are brave Hamza. Very brave. Said the voice.

Even the bravest of Macedonia and Athena dare not approach me, said the
voice very softly. Even Zeus and Apollo would not approach me.

Hamza, you are here. The voice said. You are next to me. Only the bravest
of the brave dare to enter this place. But you Hamza, said the voice slowly
have the honor to sit next to me.

Where am I? Who are you? asked Hamza frightened but brave.

I, my child, said the old female voice gently am the Oracle.

The Oracle of Delphi, the Temple of Apollo, The Sun God, Under Mt. Olympus
the mountain of the gods.


I, said the voice, shall tell you about things..the past, the present and the future. Your grandpa has asked me to tell you. I told him and I shall tell you.

Hamza looked around. Only stones. But they were alive.


My child, said the Oracle, I am old and weak. I cannot see anymore. My memory is failing. It has been thousands of years since anyone spoke to me. Except your grandpa. Thousands of years since I spoke to any human.

I shall speak one more time, Hamza. And never again. So listen carefully.

Let your grandpa sleep. He always sleeps here. I shall tell you about things
starting from that place..


Thousands of years from that time to your time people copy those structures
and follow the man from there. They believe the edifices shall give them power.

They shall make the same mistakes the man from Macedonia made.
Who? asked Hamza.

The son of Philip II King of Macedonia, Athena, Sparta. The general of the
greatest civilization know to man. The birthplace of democracy.

They shall follow Alexander of Macedonia into battle. Then and thousands of years from then.
 
Lloyd

Lloyd

Active member
rayyan said:
Come closer Hamza, said the faint and frail voice.

Hamza looked around. There was nobody and nothing. Stones, Hamza and his grandpa.

I am afraid, said Hamza..looking up to me.

Don't be afraid Hamza, come closer, sit next to me; said the gentle voice.

Grandpa, said Hamza. I can hear the voice, but I can't see anyone. I am afraid.

You are brave Hamza. Very brave. Said the voice.

Even the bravest of Macedonia and Athena dare not approach me, said the
voice very softly. Even Zeus and Apollo would not approach me.

Hamza, you are here. The voice said. You are next to me. Only the bravest
of the brave dare to enter this place. But you Hamza, said the voice slowly
have the honor to sit next to me.

Where am I? Who are you? asked Hamza frightened but brave.

I, my child, said the old female voice gently am the Oracle.

The Oracle of Delphi, the Temple of Apollo, The Sun God, Under Mt. Olympus
the mountain of the gods.

I, said the voice, shall tell you about things..the past, the present and the future. Your grandpa has asked me to tell you. I told him and I shall tell you.

Hamza looked around. Only stones. But they were alive.

My child, said the Oracle, I am old and weak. I cannot see anymore. My memory is failing. It has been thousands of years since anyone spoke to me. Except your grandpa. Thousands of years since I spoke to any human.

I shall speak one more time, Hamza. And never again. So listen carefully.

Let your grandpa sleep. He always sleeps here. I shall tell you about things
starting from that place..

Thousands of years from that time to your time people copy those structures
and follow the man from there. They believe the edifices shall give them power.

They shall make the same mistakes the man from Macedonia made.
Who? asked Hamza.

The son of Philip II King of Macedonia, Athena, Sparta. The general of the
greatest civilization know to man. The birthplace of democracy.

They shall follow Alexander of Macedonia into battle. Then and thousands of years from then.
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Hamza is fortunate indeed... to have a conversation with the Oracle, certainly, but much more so to have such a grandfather.
 
shtarka1

shtarka1

Active member
Corlan F. said:
Ok, time for a cup of coffee:

(had some rain interrupting a session outside, so took a couple of shots on the side)


Coffee, No grain:





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Jorgen Udvang said:
Afternoon test session with the S5. Cool, cloudy weather, but that didn't seem to affect these guys.

S5 with 80-200 AF-S and TC20EIII @ 400mm and f/8

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Jorgen Udvang said:
S5 with 80-200 AF-S and TC-20EIII @ 400mm and f/6.3

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rayyan said:
Come closer Hamza, said the faint and frail voice.

Hamza looked around. There was nobody and nothing. Stones, Hamza and his grandpa.

I am afraid, said Hamza..looking up to me.

Don't be afraid Hamza, come closer, sit next to me; said the gentle voice.

Grandpa, said Hamza. I can hear the voice, but I can't see anyone. I am afraid.

You are brave Hamza. Very brave. Said the voice.

Even the bravest of Macedonia and Athena dare not approach me, said the
voice very softly. Even Zeus and Apollo would not approach me.

Hamza, you are here. The voice said. You are next to me. Only the bravest
of the brave dare to enter this place. But you Hamza, said the voice slowly
have the honor to sit next to me.

Where am I? Who are you? asked Hamza frightened but brave.

I, my child, said the old female voice gently am the Oracle.

The Oracle of Delphi, the Temple of Apollo, The Sun God, Under Mt. Olympus
the mountain of the gods.


I, said the voice, shall tell you about things..the past, the present and the future. Your grandpa has asked me to tell you. I told him and I shall tell you.

Hamza looked around. Only stones. But they were alive.


My child, said the Oracle, I am old and weak. I cannot see anymore. My memory is failing. It has been thousands of years since anyone spoke to me. Except your grandpa. Thousands of years since I spoke to any human.

I shall speak one more time, Hamza. And never again. So listen carefully.

Let your grandpa sleep. He always sleeps here. I shall tell you about things
starting from that place..


Thousands of years from that time to your time people copy those structures
and follow the man from there. They believe the edifices shall give them power.

They shall make the same mistakes the man from Macedonia made.
Who? asked Hamza.

The son of Philip II King of Macedonia, Athena, Sparta. The general of the
greatest civilization know to man. The birthplace of democracy.

They shall follow Alexander of Macedonia into battle. Then and thousands of years from then.
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Jorgen Udvang said:
S5 with 80-200 AF-S and TC-20EIII @ 400mm and f/8

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Gentlemen....Artistic,Visionary & Eye Popping Images!!!
 
rayyan

rayyan

Well-known member
The Oracle at Delphi had spoken.

Hamza was afraid, crying, confused all at the same time.

I know grandapa, he said. I know it all. Alexander and all the others.
Same thing. Same places grandpa. Same.

Hamza ran away to hide his tears from me.


Rayyan, said the voice, isn't it early?

No, I said. I too am old.
Very old, I said. There might not be another time. I looked towards Hamza.

Sit next to me Rayyan, said the voice. Maybe this is the last time we meet.

Will you help me one more time, said the faint voice. Of course, I said.

I took out my face towel and dryed the wetness around the stone. As I had done many times before.



Teach him well Rayyan. Teach him well. Teach him to hear the stones.

Rayyan, I heard my name called very weakly. Turned around. There was no sound. The voice had gone silent. The Temple at Delphi was quiet.




I had passed the Baton into safe hands. My job was nearly done.

It was Hamza's turn now. To run with the Baton. I knew he would.

Hamza, let's go son. I had come with a child. I was leaving with a man.
 
Lloyd

Lloyd

Active member
rayyan said:
The Oracle at Delphi had spoken.

Hamza was afraid, crying, confused all at the same time.

I know grandapa, he said. I know it all. Alexander and all the others.
Same thing. Same places grandpa. Same.

Hamza ran away to hide his tears from me.

Rayyan, said the voice, isn't it early?

No, I said. I too am old.
Very old, I said. There might not be another time. I looked towards Hamza.

Sit next to me Rayyan, said the voice. Maybe this is the last time we meet.

Will you help me one more time, said the faint voice. Of course, I said.

I took out my face towel and dryed the wetness around the stone. As I had done many times before.

Teach him well Rayyan. Teach him well. Teach him to hear the stones.

Rayyan, I heard my name called very weakly. Turned around. There was no sound. The voice had gone silent. The Temple at Delphi was quiet.




I had passed the Baton into safe hands. My job was nearly done.

It was Hamza's turn now. To run with the Baton. I knew he would.

Hamza, let's go son. I had come with a child. I was leaving with a man.
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Done with a master's hand.:salute:
 
rayyan

rayyan

Well-known member
Lloyd said:
Done with a master's hand.:salute:
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Lloyd: Thank you kindly sir.

shtarka1 said:
Better Than The History Channel! Rayyan.....Tremendous!
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Steve: :salute::salute: The Oracle had a message for you my friend. It reads:
' Rayyan, tell your friend Steve about hope. So long as there are people
living that can hear the stones there shall be hope. Tell Steve that humans are made of flesh and blood. They have a heart and a mind. That is their disadvantage. At the same time that is their greatest advantage too. Was, is and always shall be.'. End message.

Regards.
 
shtarka1

shtarka1

Active member
rayyan said:
Steve: :salute::salute: The Oracle had a message for you my friend. It reads:
' Rayyan, tell your friend Steve about hope. So long as there are people
living that can hear the stones there shall be hope. Tell Steve that humans are made of flesh and blood. They have a heart and a mind. That is their disadvantage. At the same time that is their greatest advantage too. Was, is and always shall be.'. End message.

Regards.
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Bless You My Friend! :angel:
rayyan said:
Steve: Creamy is an understatement.Masterly would be more appropriate.:thumbs:

Lovely colors, comp, and excellence of execution.
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Thank You Rayyan!
 
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