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Lady of Shalott - Poetic

A few more final shots in dusk conditions as the sun dropped below the horizon.

All in the blue unclouded weather
Thick-jewell’d shone the saddle-leather,
The helmet and the helmet-feather
Burn’d like one burning flame together,
As he rode down from Camelot.
As often thro’ the purple night,
Below the starry clusters bright,
Some bearded meteor, trailing light,
Moves over green Shalott.

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British filmmaker and editor of EOSHD. On this blog I share my creative and technical knowledge as I shoot.