The moon, framed between the two hostels was breathtaking as we viewed it standing on the mess lawns. I was initially trying to capture just the moon. Subhash taught me how to frame this one along with the buildings and a bit of the lawn.
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Bright with glad mad rapture, fierce with glee,
Laughs the moon, borne on past cloud's o'ertaking
Fast, it seems, as wind or sail can flee.
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"....[T]HE wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding— riding— riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door...."
That's the only thing that came to my mind when I saw this pic. Get yourself a tripod stand, if you wanna click the sky especially.
Highwayman!! That was an awesome poem
This was on the day of HUES.. Subhash taught me how to frame this.
heylooo Hakuna......i just saw this pic. and the only words that crossed my mind was bright and brilliant.....so ya- brilliant pic. :)
hey sargam.....ssup
great thinking
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