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View Large. Our backyard visitor. Lizard. Corona California.
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The reason I chose this title is very simple; as I was walking from Sörenberg towards Giswil I came across this scene and thought that with the exception of the thermalise blocks in the background this scene could have been from ten, twenty, fifty or even a hundred years ago. I chose the 70-200 as it afforded me the compression I couldn't get with the other lens I had in my rucksack, namely the Canon 35L.
View Large. Our backyard visitor. Lizard. Corona California.
Because of the Corona Virus and the increase of cases here, I am staying home to avoid any contact. It limits me the amount of species I find.
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from new blog- First impressions of 5dsr landscape shoot
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View large. Gray Bird Grasshopper. Backyard Corona California.
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Who was the oldest mafioso that The Curmudgeon ever dispatched? Let me think. Ah, yes. That would be The Alderman who was 70. What, you were hoping for a longer answer? Fine. The Alderman was a nasty sort of man, precocious when he was an ankle-biter, spent a few years in the can, no candy-ass back then, who turned into a lier and a cheat. So for many reasons, mainly his Machiavellian ways, he had his light snuffed out aboard a steamship from Chicago to St. Joseph during that rare warm winter - you know the one I’m talking ‘bout. We good? What do you mean “No”? I can see that you have befriended curiosity and still want more. *deep breathe* Fine, fine. Here’s the tale, nightingale.
Back during that unseasonably warm winter, the Graham & Morton Transportation Company decided to take advantage of the situation and make some extra coin by starting the season ahead of the normal June through September season. Ben and Anna decided to take a train from their home in Elgin, Illinois to Chicago where, at the docks of the Chicago River, they would board a steamship bound for St. Joseph, Michigan. Ben and Anna were married in St. Joseph years prior and they saw it fitting to travel back, February fourteenth of that year, and indulge in some of the wonderful winter fruits of the areas and maybe enjoy a mineral bath at one of the luxury hotels. While the husband and wife planned a special weekend, they did not know what was in store during the voyage on the deck beneath them.
Stronzo Potere Avidità is the Alderman of what was the largest ward in Chicago at the time and had strong ties with the mafia through business dealings. As such, many refer to him simply as The Alderman. He is oddly a gregarious man. While he seeks to be sociable and surround himself with others, it comes at the cost of their mental anguish. For you see, The Alderman seeks to be more powerful and to have more than those around him. He constantly lets them know their faults, as belittles them to the point that they wish to either leave or argue to no avail. Lies are no stranger to his arguments, for he will do or say anything in order to be able to flaunt power over others. For that is what he truly craves and can never get enough of it. One has to wonder if there is a belief that he has something to prove. However, none endure his presence long enough to find out. I could list many atrocious behaviors and actions that occurred during his tenure but that would take quite some time to accomplish. Let us just end this vignette by saying that being given his wealth, The Alderman knew not true struggle growing up but found his struggle is the pursuit to gain power and that is most likely what gave birth to his amoral and sociopathic tendencies.
It could be said that what The Alderman never banked on was the astounding level of psychopathic tendencies that The Curmudgeon possesses. The Alderman’s social/antisocial tendencies brought on by social and environmental factors were no match for more innate traits of The Curmudgeon which were acquired by a chaotic and violent upbringing. This brings us back to the steamship on the Chicago docks.
As departure time grew near, The Curmudgeon, humping his swag up the ramp that consisted of an empty luggage case carried on his back, so as to fit in with others, flipped his fifty cent copper excursion route token to the token taker, and made his way to the private cabin to hide out, ahead of The Alderman. Departure time had arrived and The Alderman was nowhere in sight. Did The Curmudgeon get it wrong? Was The Alderman traveling at a different time? Did he cancel his plans? Time was slowly passing but the steamship was not departing. What was going on? As it turned out, The Alderman had already contacted the crew and ordered them to wait for his arrival. Ain’t that a kick? He was asserting his power to make others wait on him in order to make a grand entrance. The discrete black vehicle drove up as close as it could to the ship and The Alderman was escorted to the ramp and led to his private spacious cabin on the lower deck with all the amenities one could desire, albeit quality befitting a steamship. Once within the cabin, The Alderman was left to his business, as he liked it that way. That would prove to be his downfall.
Once settled in, The Alderman started to conduct business from the wooden table, that acted as a make-shift desk. Not too long after getting down to business, there was the sound of a click and a strike from somewhere within the cabin. A few seconds later smoke came from a darkened area. With curiosity, The Alderman started to rise form his chair, his head cocked to one side. What came out from the smoke, moved with great haste, knocking The Alderman back into his chair. It was The Curmudgeon. He had two lit Luckies in his mouth and he also was ready to get down to business.
The left hand extinguished the first cigarette to the high side of The Alderman’s temple, while exclaiming, “Senza cervello!” The placement was meant to temporarily disorient while the significance was that The Alderman lacked higher intelligence as it was well known that he relied on getting his local news from radio shows that were more fiction than fact. The right hand extinguished the second cigarette on the base of the back of the neck. The significance there was the idea that a man's soul can be taken through the back of the neck so The Curmudgeon hoped the cauterization would block any possible escape of this amoral man’s soul feeling it was better left trapped within.
Seizing The Alderman’s forehead and chin, The Curmudgeon forcefully opened the mouth and emptied down his gullet the contents of a small bottle, to the last drop. He then closed the wretched man’s mouth and plugged the nose to force him to shallow the liquid. The Alderman started to seize up and slumped onto the table.
The Curmudgeon began to speak in a tranquil manner. “You have ingested a grand old tonic that derives from Saint-Ignatius' bean, commonly known as strychnine. Do not try to move, for you will not be able. Do not hope to survive, for there is no antidote. We have some time before you will expire by means of respiratory failure. Now, there is the matter of reparations. Dear, dear, Alderman. You have failed the residents of your ward with myriad atrocities. Your pyramids of money will not cover your debt but I believe flesh will suffice.”
It has been said that the Italian stiletto knife is meant more for thrusting or stabbing. In the hands of a master, it can be much more. Gripping the knife like an icepick, there was a swift downward stroke to pierce through the shirt, flesh, and muscle. With two quick slices, there was enough shirt cut to grab and rip open to expose the upper back. Switching to a saber grip, more slices were made in order to remove a chunk of flesh. “That looks to be about a pound. Would you not say?”, as The Curmudgeon holds the rectangular section of skin and muscle in front of The Alderman’s face in a false attempt for approval, before tossing its bloody form onto the justice scale for measurement. “’Tis the people’s, and they will have it.”
As The Curmudgeon started to calmly leave, he turned to The Alderman and simply stated, “Hey Alderman, vaffanculo”. His statement came with a hand motion where he scraped the back of his gloved fingertips from the base of his neck to his chin then a few inches in The Alderman’s direction before stopping and holding it there for a few seconds, to provide emphasis. Opening the cabin door, The Curmudgeon quietly exited towards the back of the ship, leaving the door open for others to eventually find his handiwork.
Once arriving in St. Joseph, and people were starting to disembark from the steamship, Ben and Anna passed the open door of the private cabin and their screams could be heard from all on the ship. Guess that put a damper on their weekend plans. The coppers were sent for and when they arrived on the bloody scene, they immediately recognized The Alderman. He might be from a different state but stories of his monstrosities reach far. Accessing the scene, the coppers recognized the trademark cigarette burn, although this time there were two, being of what they thought came only from a man born in myth. They even saw a heart with an arrow drawn into the blood that had dripped down from the scale, which they knew from previous fables came not from The Curmudgeon but from some third-party jester that makes it to every crime scene linked to The Curmudgeon and that may still be on-board the ship. However, the scene laid out before them turned the fables into their reality as they realized this was no ordinary murder and the killer was no ordinary person.
Credits:
- The Curmudgeon, played by Dennis Valente
- Stronzo Potere Avidità, aka The Alderman, played by Dennis Fong
- Story, Set design, Lighting, Photography, created by Dennis Valente
View the entire series of The Curmudgeon.
At the core of Arches National Park in Utah lies an awe-inspiring landscape that epitomizes the unbridled magnificence of Mother Nature. "Pillars of the Desert Sky" captures the essence of this rugged terrain with striking accuracy, revealing a breathtaking scene that invites the viewer to embark on a memorable journey through the American Southwest.
As the golden hour blankets the desert, the sun casts a warm, orange glow on the sandstone formations that command the landscape. These geological wonders, shaped by time and the elements, create an elaborate network of arches, canyons, and gorges that call to the adventurous spirit within us. The majestic red rocks, in hues of light red and light brown, reach for the heavens, their rugged surfaces a testament to the power of natural forces.
Nestled within this expansive wilderness, one can't help but experience a sense of peace and tranquility, as the serene environment provides a haven from the frenetic pace of everyday life. The depiction flawlessly captures the essence of outdoor adventure, underscoring the importance of conservation and respect for the environment.
Regardless of whether you're an experienced hiker, a leisurely tourist, or simply an admirer of nature's grandeur, this image offers a fascinating insight into the heart of the desert and the extraordinary geology that characterizes it.
I am still a bit in shock at what we were able to witness. My friend and I went on a spur the moment trip to Big Island of Hawaii to document a bit of the Kilauea Volcano action going on right now. The first day, June 16, 2018, we chartered a helicopter with Paradise Helicopters and the second day we did the Lava Boat Tour. It was an incredible experience, to say the least, but also very eye-opening and pretty sad. Seeing the area where over 400 (over 600 now I believe) homes were taken out was pretty crazy. Seeing how fast the lava was flowing out the fissure 8 was even crazier, as seen in this collection. But seeing Kapoho Bay completely filled within days and Leilani Estates practically gone, was definitely the most shocking part. I guess we have to still remember these islands were formed by lava to begin with.
“Since May 3, 2018, Kilauea has erupted more than 110 million cubic meters of lava. This fissure has produced a lava fountain pulsing to heights of 185 to 200 feet (55 to 60 meters).”
These shots was taken on June 16 & 17, 2018.
Canon EOS 5DSr - 50.6 MP Full Frame
Canon EOS 7D Mark II - 20.2 MP APSC (1.6 crop factor)
As it is very grim outside I thought I would compare my newly purchased 5DSr with my 7D Mark II. Although I mainly bought the new camera for landscape work, there has been discussion on various forums as to how they compare for bird photography. Although the 5DSr is full frame it effectively has about the same amount of pixels on the subject as the 7D Mark II.
Glenn Bartley found that the detail from the 2 cameras was similar, Art Morris found on the other hand that the 5DSr was sharper, due to the lack of an anti aliasing filter (the 7D Mark II has one). However his tests were with a bank note.
My test was using a Northern Flicker tail feather (found on the ground in a forest I hasten to add). Canon 500 F4 Mark II with 1.4 Mark III extender (my normal set-up). Mounted on Gitzo tripod. AV 5.6, ISO 1600 (to see how they compare at high ISO), feather 6m from the camera focal plane - a typical ideal distance for me when photographing perched birds. Before starting the test both cameras had been micro adjusted for this combination using a Spyder Lens Cal (at the same distance).
Anyway - be interested in your thoughts, to me they look very similar, both in detail and ISO performance. I took shots with and without mirror lock-up on the 5DSr, but could see no difference.
The AF systems are very similar, but 5DSr has half the frame rate of the 7D Mark II. The full frame 5DSr would avoid you clipping off parts of the bird for close encounters in flight, not that this happens too often, but recall my (almost) best Short Eared Owl shot from last year with the 7D Mark II when this happened as one flew right over my head.
Flickr is a bit restricting in this sort of detail comparison, but to get a closer look, download the original file (down arrow icon at RHS of black frame).
I did a 1DX versus 7D Mark II feather detail comparison last year, but on a real bird that time! Have attached that shot below, where as you would expect the 7D Mark II in good light had a distinct feather detail advantage.
Update 20/2/17. Took the 5DSr on its first trip Sunday to try and photograph a wonderful and very rare Bluethroat in Lincolnshire. Must say I am pretty amazed at the results, whilst my feather test proved inconclusive actual shots taken in the field have such amazing feather detail - I am now convinced it is a serious step up from my loyal 7D Mark II. Example included below the Kingfisher shot.