And the wind cries…

And the wind cries by Reinhold Staden

Fuji X-T1 – 35mm 1.4 – JPEG / Film Simulation B&W

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22 thoughts on “And the wind cries…

    • Thanks so much, Kaz! I am still bouncing around to find a mainstream for my photography. This is as close as it could get to what I want to achieve. But I still need more time to find my way. Smiles. Reinhold

    • Da habe ich mal experimentiert und meine Fuji X-T1 auf JPG and Film Simulation umgeschaltet. Das hat (fast) alles die Kamera gemacht. War selber über das Ergebnis erstaunt. Habe jetzt meine Fuji X100 auf diese Werte eingestellt und mache immer ein paar Bilder mit diesen Einstellungen “zusätzlich”. Die X-T1 und X100 liefern bei dieser Brennwerte fast identische Ergebnisse. Liebe Grüsse. Reinhold

  1. Absolut stark und focussiert. Das Bild wirkt sehr kraftvoll und der kleine Pfad läd ein dieser kraftvollen Stimmung zu folgen.
    Ich glaube Hendrix hat das Ding mal geschrieben, nachdem er und seine Freundin im Streit mal wieder ihre Bude zerlegt haben.
    LG, Markus

    • … sound promising, but I have no clue what it means, Fraggy! 🙂 I was expecting a “…Mary” from you. Good old Hendrix song. If you don’t know it, check it out! Greetings from an obviously very old man!

      “The Wind Cries Mary”

      After all the jacks are in their boxes,
      and the clowns have all gone to bed,
      you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
      footprints dress in red.

      And the wind whispers Mary.

      A broom is drearily sweeping
      up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life.
      Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
      somewhere a King has no wife.

      And the wind it cries Mary.

      The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
      And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
      The tiny island sags downstream
      ‘Cos the life that they lived is dead.

      And the wind screams Mary.

      Will the wind ever remember
      The names it has blown in the past,
      And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
      It whispers, “No, this will be the last.”

      And The Wind Cries Mary.

    • And the full text is:

      “The Wind Cries Mary”

      After all the jacks are in their boxes,
      and the clowns have all gone to bed,
      you can hear happiness staggering on down the street,
      footprints dress in red.

      And the wind whispers Mary.

      A broom is drearily sweeping
      up the broken pieces of yesterday’s life.
      Somewhere a Queen is weeping,
      somewhere a King has no wife.

      And the wind it cries Mary.

      The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow
      And shine their emptiness down on my bed,
      The tiny island sags downstream
      ‘Cos the life that they lived is dead.

      And the wind screams Mary.

      Will the wind ever remember
      The names it has blown in the past,
      And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom
      It whispers, “No, this will be the last.”

      And The Wind Cries Mary.

      Greetings. Reinhold

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