Blue Monday

Seems fitting for a day like today.

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How does it feel to treat me like you do?
When you’ve laid your hands upon me and told me who you are
I thought I was mistaken, I thought I heard your words
Tell me how do I feel
Tell me now, how do I feel
Those who came before me lived through their vocations
From the past until completion, they’ll turn away no more
And still I find it so hard to say what I need to say
But I’m quite sure that you’ll tell me just how I should feel today
I see a ship in the harbor
I can and shall obey
But if it wasn’t for your misfortune, I’d be a heavenly person today
And I thought I was mistaken, and I thought I heard you speak
Tell me, how do I feel
Tell me now, how should I feel
Now I stand here waiting
I thought I told you to leave me when I walked down to the beach
Tell me how does it feel, when your heart grows cold, grows cold, cold

Writers: BERNARD SUMNER, GILLIAN LESLEY GILBERT, PETER HOOK, STEPHEN PAUL DAVID MORRIS

Publisher: Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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Blue before the Blue Hour

The blue hour is the period of twilight in the morning or evening, during the civil and nautical stages, when the Sun is at a significant depth below the horizon and residual, indirect sunlight takes on a predominantly blue shade.

Wikipedia

Turns out you don’t need to wait for the blue hour to get some serious blues. I went out for a walk after work today to stretch my legs and work out my shutter finger.

Arguably, this was the Golden Hour, but I’m not a stickler for that kind of thing. There’s something about the quality of the blue in the winter sky here in Ottawa that you just don’t get at any other time of the year.

Combine a crisp, cold, (almost) cloudless sky with a low winter sun and great things happen.

Shot with the Fujifilm X100F and processed in Capture One Pro.

Câline de blues

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A blue sky is something to be celebrated at this time of year. It’s all too rare.

They say you get the blues when you’re down; I find blue in the right places uplifting. Liberating. Light.

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Photo Essay #17: No B&W here

I recently had the good fortune to visit Bermuda for the first time, and couldn’t help but marvel at the strikingly simple geometry and gorgeous colours of Bermudian architecture.

They say you’re not supposed to shoot after 10 and before 4 to avoid the harsh daytime light. Consider that rule broken.

All shots from my Fujifilm X-T2 and X100F, in Velvia or Classic Chrome, with only a very few minor adjustments in Lightroom.

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