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Делаю сейчас свадьбу ..декабрьскую ... там когда уже солнца нет и свет холодный никон часта выдаёт серятину - думаю цветастость кэнан тож не выдаст в таких условиях.... долго искал конвертор который в пакетной обработке - кадры с изночально норм цветом особо не будет ничего тянуть например на солнце или с загса.... а в провальном - будет тянуть сам автоматом - при пакетной обработке... честно думал что такое в принципе не возможно.... но такиш вот удивлению моему нет предела - вроде раньше был ДХ-Оптик про ковертор так себе - сейчас он мне всё больше нравится - отконвертил всю свадьбу - без разбору им пакетно - и где надо он вытягивал цвет а где не надо - не делал вырви глаз а оставлял на нужном уровне...
так что вот если говорить за рав - ПО не стоит на месте)..
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I could leading him on till he asked me to say yes and I
wouldnt answer first only looked out over the sea and the sky I was thinking
of so many things he didnt know of Mulvey and Mr Stanhope and Hester and
father and old captain Groves and the sailors playing all birds fly and I
say stoop and washing up dishes they called it on the pier and the sentry in
front of the governors house with the thing round his white helmet poor
devil half roasted and the Spanish girls laughing in their shawls and their
tall combs and the auctions in the morning the Greeks and the jews and the
Arabs and the devil knows who else from all the ends of Europe and Duke
street and the fowl market all clucking outside Larby Sharans and the poor
donkeys slipping half asleep and the vague fellows in the cloaks asleep in
the shade on the steps and the big wheels of the carts of the bulls and the
old castle thousands of years old yes and those handsome Moors all in white
and turbans like kings asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop
and Ronda with the old windows of the posadas glancing eyes a lattice hid
for her lover to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the
castanets and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going
about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and the sea
the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets and the
figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little streets and
pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens and the jessamine and
geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl where I was a Flower of the
mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used
or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I
thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask
again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and
first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down Jo me so he could feel
my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said
yes I will Yes.