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Photo A Day Experiment (PADE) Day23 - Play

Last year, we learned about a very day-to-day yet very different kind of photography. It was Sports Photography. Matches were scheduled in late evening, under flood lights. Under these type of artificial lighting, it's a real tough job to get a pic rightly done when the player is in action. My 55-300mm tele lens couldn't help me much and so I went back to reading and came to know about high speed low f-stop lenses - that are specialized for sports photography.
For today's theme I am posting these two best pics I could manage to take, you can see the ghostly blur owing to the motion of subject.

Yellow color came out brilliantly in contrast with the background

Fortunate enough to capture the emotions :)
This is my entry to PADE Day 23 Theme of Play.

This picture post is an Entry to PADE-2013, a month long Photo-blog event. To know more and participate, click here or here. Check themes here.  

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  1. Beautiful, bright and sharp Punit. Yes there is blur but for me it helped in focusing on the subject...Again respect for your photographic skills..this was in!

  2. :D
    That respect thing was little too much :/ I am just learning photography and there is a lot yet to learn...

  3. Beautiful one :)

  4. Nice shots...

  5. Thanks @Ajeeth boaz Glad you liked it :) Hope to see you more and soon :D

  6. :D Thank you @Pankti Mehta mam

  7. Sure will do, Hope to see you too in my site.. @

  8. aliasgarmukhtiar mukhtiar23 July 2013 at 18:32

    Hey nice clicks

  9. nice clicks as per theme .. very direct !! :) Captures are unique yet again !

  10. Hey @My Say! India. @aliasgarmukhtiar mukhtiar Thanks for continuos motivation :)


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