We had music and backpacking threads among other things but where's the photo thread?
The X100V is so popular that Fujifilm has announced it is temporarily stopping orders for the digital camera because the company has too many purchases to process
what the shit?
In a symphony of bustling urban chaos, a poignant pause of wistful melancholy takes center stage. The cacophony of car horns and busy chatter fades into the background, as the focus is drawn to an ephemeral moment of heartache, suspended in time like a solitary raindrop amidst a storm. It is here that we find a man, silently bereft, as he stands amidst the unforgiving cityscape, contemplating the tragic demise of his beloved hot dog.
The man, our protagonist in this still-life drama, is an ordinary figure, a microcosm of the human condition. He stands alone, dressed in everyday attire – a simple gray coat, a navy-blue scarf wrapped snugly around his neck, warding off the crisp autumn breeze that dances mischievously through the concrete jungle. His brown eyes, deep pools of sorrow, reveal a vulnerability usually concealed behind the stoic facade of urban anonymity.
The world around him is a kaleidoscope of color and movement. The backdrop to his quiet tragedy is a vibrant canvas, alive with the kinetic energy of city life. A vivid mural, painted with brushstrokes of shimmering neon signs and the staccato rhythm of pedestrian footsteps, provides a contrast to the despondency of the scene's central figure. Within this whirlwind of activity, the man remains motionless, like a statue trapped in a vortex of change.
His gaze is fixed on the ground, where the fallen hot dog lies as a testament to the transient nature of life's joys. With a heavy heart, he contemplates the ill-fated sandwich, the bun now splayed open, an unassuming cradle for the meat that has been marred by the grit of the unforgiving pavement. The mustard and ketchup, once a tantalizing duet of flavors, now mingle with the filth of the city, the colors blending together in a somber hue that speaks to the brevity of pleasure.
In the background, the sharp angles of towering skyscrapers pierce the sky like a thousand steel needles, their reflective surfaces mirroring the muted gray of the overcast heavens above. The sky, an ashen blanket stretched taut across the horizon, seems to bear witness to the man's silent despair, its sullen pallor reflecting the gloom that has befallen his soul.
The hot dog vendor, oblivious to the man's plight, continues his age-old ritual, tending to his cart with the practiced ease of a seasoned artisan. He serves the endless procession of city dwellers, each eager to taste the culinary delight that has become a symbol of urban sustenance. The steaming hot dogs are expertly nestled within their buns, a tempting symphony of aroma and flavor that mocks the protagonist's misfortune. This is a stark reminder of the mercilessness of fate, the fickleness of chance, and the cruel irony that life so often presents.
The tableau, a snapshot of the human experience, is framed by the chaotic harmony of the city. Flashes of humanity abound in the periphery: a mother grasps her child's hand as they navigate the crowded streets; a young couple exchanges a fleeting, stolen kiss; a man in a business suit, briefcase in hand, rushes by, his mind a whirlwind of appointments and deadlines. Each of these characters, an unwitting participant in the unfolding drama, remains blissfully unaware of the quiet heartache that has enveloped their fellow urban traveler.
An invisible waltz of golden leaves, carried on the wings of the capricious breeze, swirls around the man and his fallen treasure. They dance a mournful dance, their rustling like the softest of sighs as they bear witness to the bittersweet poignancy of the scene before them. The leaves, in their final act before succumbing to the inevitability of decay, offer a haunting parallel to the man's ephemeral joy. Just as the beauty of the leaves is fleeting, so too was the promise of a simple pleasure now lying in ruin on the cold, unforgiving pavement.
The air, imbued with the intoxicating aroma of roasted chestnuts and the distant hum of traffic, seems to hold its breath in anticipation, as though the very atmosphere of the city shares in the man's quiet despair. The weight of this moment hangs heavy, a somber cloud that envelops the scene in a shroud of silent reflection.
In the midst of the bustling metropolis, a single beam of sunlight breaks through the oppressive gray canopy, casting its warm, golden glow upon the man and his fallen hot dog. The light, a fleeting gift from the heavens, illuminates the scene with an ethereal radiance, transforming the mundane into a tableau of profound beauty. The shimmering rays seem to caress the man's sorrowful visage, offering a tender reminder that, even in the darkest of moments, there exists a glimmer of hope.
This moment, a study in contrasts, encapsulates the essence of the human experience. It is a testament to the vulnerability that resides within each of us, the fragility of our joys and the resilience of our spirits. The man, standing in silent bereavement, is a reflection of our own deepest emotions, a mirror that reveals the complexities of the human heart. In the midst of the chaotic whirlwind of life, this singular moment of stillness speaks to the universal truth that binds us all: the exquisite beauty of our shared humanity.
And so, the man lingers in the amber embrace of the sun's rays, his gaze fixed upon the fallen hot dog as though it were a fallen comrade on the battlefield of life. His sorrow, a testament to the potency of life's simple pleasures, is a reminder that it is often the smallest of joys that leave the deepest impressions upon our souls. As the world around him continues its frenetic dance, the man stands as a beacon of contemplative solitude, a living portrait of loss and hope amidst the unrelenting march of time.
https://www.dpreview.com/news/5901145460/dpreview-com-to-close
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966 words. Not quite enough for a photo thread.
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Wow! Are you browsing from the rear screen of your camera?
This is how a photo's thread should look like :
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https://www.mighty-hoernsche.de/
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VIizdJsEVrU
I've found an old Ixus and will try to modify the firmware.
thats so hot i cummed abit
