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| "The light was beautiful - a silver sea under dark clouds spitting rain. Had one of those 'only one allowed' instances when I used my last frame on the glowing grass, rock, silver sea and tree, and I dashed to the nearest building - the paint shack - to change film out of the rain. When I ran back, the light was flat once again and the grass and sea no longer glowed. Sometimes only one - is enough. I should have just stood and watched the lighting change." from my island journal |