Not HDR...Venus and the sun setting in the West...Over a very flat Florida..with the Atlantic Ocean behind the camera. ..I boosted the existing stars a little....had to.....they were so beautiful.....every five minutes, the sky was going through a different color cycle...just amazing. A High ISO shot that came out fine...tried shooting with a higher ISO instead of too long of an exposure...experimenting... Words (James Watkins) There are words above all others- that fix themselves like stars- bright beacons in the darkness- heights hidden in the heart. They alone take awesome stand-- against the tides of life- in armed array of power- an army clothed in might. Like seeds that fall on watered ground- form fertile flowing fields- grown gentle- guides in patience pruned with perfect plural yields. Established on foundations strong- bold buildings built to last- against the rule of raging time- eternally recast. Triumphant- time-transcendent- translucent, touched and twirled- the truth unbound and glorious- runs rampant through the world. To conquer mountain standing tall across the pilgrimed path. And bring to birth the vision small- the unseen to our grasp. And leaving doubt behind us- chaff driven by the wind- each enemy of hope and faith- unchallenged to an end. Now standing hard behind us- there thronged by secret thralls- authority and mercy meet- beyond the cloistered walls. To loose the power petrified, by fear’s unyielding grip. Torn from years of solitude- this single silent trip. Bought before on battleground- beyond the mortal veil- pursued by death- prevailing - through ancient rights assailed. Passed from grave to live again- new formed the narrow path. Within the reach of every man- a gateway firm and fast. Now brought to bear the tidings glad- entrenched in solid ground- in waking realms of glory- a kingdom newly found. Come taste the bread of heaven- and drink the wine of life- with fellowship and faithfulness in everlasting light. Where promises now harvested, join late and early rain- appearing at the altar bold- the circumstances plain. To stand behind each spoken word- against the darkened lie- that proudly boasts against us- before an open sky. And crushing all resistance- bring victories large and small- to every realm of being- delivered from the fall. Extending out beyond ourselves- we yield to greater need- and find that loss in giving- makes living ... a flowing stream. James watkins 7-04

I love th eplace where this candle is from. It's been taken on our corporate party in Port House. Not the pub one - the bar one on South William Street (Dublin, IRL). The place is absolutely amazing, it's like a grotto or a basement all candlelit. The candles are places on brick shelves and tables that are hanging from the ceiling. There are no candleholders - they ar just standing on their own and dripping on everything (and everyone!) in the place. And it looks absolutely cool! The next time we went to Pixto (Temple Bar) - which is from the same chain of wine bars - and the interior is similar - but it has 2 floors - one in a basement and one 2 feet from the ground - really cool :D Both places have an excellent Spanish wine selection and cool delicious tapas! And it;s impossible to walk out without a bottle of wine that you were sipping a minute ago! He he he - will come back for more :D