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mmeyer

New Ulm, MN

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Some members of our photography club went to New Ulm yesterday to find some photo opportunities. It was a fun time and I was able to come away with some that I liked. Here's a few. If you'd like to look at the entire set you can view them at www.mmeyerphotography.com

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i'm from new ulm and there is some pretty interesting stuff there ;did you make to shell brewery i havent been there for years but do they still have the pecocks running around

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Nice shots Mike! Especially like the fin of the car. I was along with Mike and yes they still have the peacocks there.

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New Ulm was a great idea. Pretty town! Nice photos too, Mike. I like the car fin, also, but my very favorite is the fourth.

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Nice shots Mike. I would have to go with the fourth one also.

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Thanks everyone! I appreciate the nice comments.

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A very nice group of photos Mike, I really like the processing you've done with these as well!

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Definitely agree on numero 4. That one speaks to me. That would like nice on a wall.

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Mike, you have developed a singular style. I no longer need to see who has posted these images to know that they are your images.

For a photographer, crafting a distinct style that reflects one's personality requires vision, steadfast concentration, and the discipline to ignore distraction.

Well, I might have cropped the first image differently, but that's just my way, and so has no importance in this conversation.

Truly excellent work, my friend.

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What, no pictures of my old apartment??? Nice photos bud. The last one is my favorite.

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Mike, you have developed a singular style. I no longer need to see who has posted these images to know that they are your images.

For a photographer, crafting a distinct style that reflects one's personality requires vision, steadfast concentration, and the discipline to ignore distraction.

Well, I might have cropped the first image differently, but that's just my way, and so has no importance in this conversation.

Truly excellent work, my friend.

Steve, that's the best compliment I could get. I don't know exactly how I would explain my style, but I do know what I like. I'm definitely not a purist, I have no problem with processing an image to make it the way it looks in my mind. The images I make are not for everyone and that makes it a little hard at times. Sometimes as a photographer, you want to please everyone, and I think it's only when you realize that you can't, that you make your best images.

Thanks again Steve and Everyone else that commented on these images!

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What, no herman the german shots?

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