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A less than well kept garage in Oak Grove, Oregon, near Hood River. I took this during the Eagle Creek Fire, when smoke hung thick in the air. You can see the golden light through the trees on the garage. The sun was a deep orange well before sunset due to the smoke. I did not augment the yellow. I just brightened it up a bit, and gave it the Orton Effect.
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Kim Klassen's awaken at 100% soft light, slight curves adjustment to darken a tad.
f/2.8, 1/125, ISO 400, Canon 100 macro
The beautiful sunset of yesterday, after a wintery climbing day. Shooted with a mobile phone (LG G2), but sometimes conditions are so beautiful that they can compensate the lack of serious photo gear.
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Most of my pinhole cameras. I have been leaving the take-up can taped to the camera, with a long leader sticking out the right side. Less taping when I'm ready for a new roll of film. more info about the Foosh.
I made the Altoids tin first - it was too fun to stop. The matchbox pinhole cameras are the easiest to make. I have four because I lent two to a local museum show, then made another to display "exploded" so people could see at a glance how they were made. Then I realized I wouldn't have any in the house for 2 months, so I had to make another one.
Added 12-17-11
Here's a summary of info in the comments below:
My pinholes are around .2 mm, using this chart.
Scotch 235 tape is lightproof masking tape. Useful if you don't want any light leaks.
Some people do have success with electric tape - it doesn't work for me.
You can tear gaffer's tape (which I used in all the cameras above) into long strips - about 12 inches by 1 inch. Easier to wrap around between the canister and the matchbox.
This photo appears in the Camera Wiki entry for pinhole cameras - check out that page if you haven't seen it - lots of good info.
Instructions to make the cameras:
Flickr groups:
Minty (altoids tin pinhole camera photos)
There are lots of other pinhole groups on flickr.
The island was formerly known as Ruatan and Rattan. It is approximately 77 kilometres (48 mi) long, and less than 8 kilometres (5.0 mi) across at its widest point. The island consists of two municipalities: José Santos Guardiola in the east and Roatán, including the Cayos Cochinos, further south in the west.
The island rests on an exposed ancient coral reef, rising to about 270 metres (890 ft) above sea level. Offshore reefs offer opportunities for diving. Most habitation is in the western half of the island.
The most populous town of the island is Coxen Hole, capital of Roatán municipality, located in the southwest. West of Coxen Hole are the settlements of Gravel Bay, Flowers Bay and Pensacola on the south coast, and Sandy Bay, West End and West Bay on the north coast. To the east of Coxen Hole are the settlements of Mount Pleasant, French Harbour, Parrot Tree, Jonesville and Oakridge on the south coast, and Punta Gorda on the north coast.
The easternmost quarter of the island is separated by a channel through the mangroves that is 15 metres wide on average. This section is called Helene, or Santa Elena in Spanish. Satellite islands at the eastern end are Morat, Barbareta, and Pigeon Cay. Further west between French Harbour and Coxen Hole are several cays, including Stamp Cay and Barefoot Cay.
Located near the Mesoamerican Barrier Reef, the largest barrier reef in the Caribbean Sea (second largest worldwide after Australia's Great Barrier Reef), Roatán has become an important cruise ship, scuba diving and eco-tourism destination in Honduras. Tourism is its most important economic sector, though fishing is also an important source of income for islanders. Roatán is located within 40 miles of La Ceiba. The island is served by the Juan Manuel Gálvez Roatán International Airport and the Galaxy Wave Ferry service twice a day.
The Indians of the Bay Islands are believed to have been related to either the Paya, the Maya, the Lenca or the Jicaque, which were the tribes present on the mainland. Christopher Columbus on his fourth voyage (1502–1504) came to the islands as he visited the neighbouring Bay Island of Guanaja. Soon after, the Spanish began trading in the islands for slave labour. More devastating for the local Indians was exposure to Eurasian infectious diseases to which they had no immunity, such as smallpox and measles. No indigenous people survived the consequent epidemics
Throughout European colonial times, the Bay of Honduras attracted an array of individual settlers, pirates, traders and military forces. Various economic activities were engaged in and political struggles played out between the European powers, chiefly Britain and Spain. Sea travellers frequently stopped over at Roatán and the other islands as resting points. On several occasions, the islands were subject to military occupation. In contesting with the Spanish for colonisation of the Caribbean, the English occupied the Bay Islands on and off between 1550 and 1700. During this time, buccaneers found the vacated, mostly unprotected islands a haven for safe harbour and transport. English, French and Dutch pirates established settlements on the islands. They frequently raided the Spanish treasure ships, cargo vessels carrying gold and silver from the New World to Spain.
During the War of the Austrian Succession (King George's War in the US), a detachment of the British Army under Lt. Col John Caulfeild garrisoned the island from 1742 to 1749. The garrison was originally found from two companies of Gooch's Virginia Regiment, but these were eventually amalgamated into Trelawney's 49th Foot (later the 1st Royal Berkshire Regiment).
In 1797, the British defeated the Black Carib, who had been supported by the French, in a battle for control of the Windward Caribbean island of St. Vincent. Weary of their resistance to British plans for sugar plantations, the British rounded up the St. Vincent Black Carib and deported them to Roatán. The majority of Black Carib migrated to Trujillo on mainland Honduras, but a portion remained to found the community of Punta Gorda on the northern coast of Roatán. The Black Carib, whose ancestry includes Arawak and African Maroons, remained in Punta Gorda, becoming the Bay Island's first permanent post-Columbian settlers. They also migrated from there to parts of the northern coast of Central America, becoming the foundation of the modern-day Garífuna culture in Honduras, Belize and Guatemala.
The majority permanent population of Roatán originated from the Cayman Islands near Jamaica. They arrived in the 1830s shortly after Britain's abolition of slavery in 1838. The changes in the labour system disrupted the economic structure of the Caymans. The islands had a largely seafaring culture; natives were familiar with the area from turtle fishing and other activities. Former slaveholders from the Cayman Islands were among the first to settle in the seaside locations throughout primarily western Roatán. During the late 1830s and 1840s, former slaves also migrated from the Cayman Islands, in larger number than planters. All together, the former Cayman peoples became the largest cultural group on the island.
For a brief period in the 1850s, Britain declared the Bay Islands its colony. Within a decade, the Crown ceded the territory formally back to Honduras. British colonists were sent to compete for control. They asked American William Walker, a freebooter (filibuster) with a private army, to help end the crisis in 1860 by invading Honduras; he was captured upon landing in Trujillo and executed there.
In the latter half of the 19th century, the island populations grew steadily and established new settlements all over Roatán and the other islands. Settlers came from all over the world and played a part in shaping the cultural face of the island. Islanders started a fruit trade industry which became profitable. By the 1870s it was purchased by American interests, most notably the New Orleans and Bay Islands Fruit Company. Later the Standard Fruit and United Fruit companies became the foundation for modern-day fruit companies, the industry which led to Honduras being called a "banana republic".
In the 20th century, there was continued population growth resulting in increased economic changes and environmental challenges. A population boom began with an influx of Spanish-speaking Mestizo migrants from the Honduran mainland. Since the late 20th century, they tripled the previous resident population. Mestizo migrants settled primarily in the urban areas of Coxen Hole and Barrio Los Fuertes (near French Harbour). Even the mainlander influx was dwarfed in number and economic effects by the overwhelming tourist presence in the 21st century. Numerous American, Canadian, British, New Zealander, Australian and South African settlers and entrepreneurs engaged chiefly in the fishing industry, and later, provided the foundation for attracting the tourist trade.
In 1998, Roatán suffered some damage from Hurricane Mitch, temporarily paralysing most commercial activity. The storm also broke up the popular dive-wrecks Aguila and Odyssey.
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Was awaiting for the passing clouds to spot light the bright white houses overlooking Lough Keel with Doogort Mountain at backdrop(Achill Island)
A test canvas for a photography art show I am mounting for 2020.
Canvas Wrap, 20"x20", Square.
Shameless plug... but generating this image was hell, technically. The whole process has been hell frankly.
Tympanuchus pallidicinctus
An endangered species of bird that will likely go extinct during my lifetime due to habitat loss and fragmentation. Formerly found throughout the southern great plains of the United States, is now only found in small isolated pockets in the area where New Mexico, Texas, and Oklahoma come together.
This is a male trying his best to impress one of the females watching the display.
.. than my previous post.
Taken at my parents (vacant Estate) home in 2009.
Gotta love the Leggs, , ,
(Part 3) My heart was beating, officers surrounded me as one of their lucky colleagues frisked me, and finally, the moment I had waited my whole life fore had arrived. The young officer said with a smile on his face. “Kid, I am hear-by placing you under arrest on a warrant out of New York City. This whole time I was so engrossed in my pat-down, I had not even thought about what am I getting arrested for. I cut off the hot officer, as he grabbed my right hand bringing it down to place his cold steel cuffs on me, and say, “what’s the warrant for.” He replied, “according to the paperwork you were caught on camera dealing drugs to guys who sag just like you. I was confused, as I never dealt drugs before, but took the opportunity to go to jail as a blessing and said “oh fuck, you caught me on video.” A decision my lawyer wasn’t too happy with, but I was ecstatic. My bulge still sticking out on full display as it was no longer pressed against the wall. The cops watched in awe as their fellow officer placed the cuffs on my left hand. I officially was under arrest and handcuffed by a cop. It felt like I was dreaming. The young officer then gave my ass one slap as he double-locked the handcuffs and I could tell he was taking the opportunity to purposely lay the rest of his hand on my bubble ass as it was popping out of my jeans. He made one final pass around my waistband after he double-locked the handcuffs causing me to almost orgasm when he felt up my crotch. I could feel his cold skin run through my pubic hair. It was a sensation I will never forget. He then began to read me my Miranda rights. My favorite song was about to be sung to me. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.” “Do you understand?”, the officer asks as I smile wider than I have ever before. I respond yes, officer. He then proceeds to wrap his hand through my right hand guiding my sagging thug ass through my dorm building out towards his patrol car. This was my first time ever inside of one and I couldn’t wait. The feeling of the back plastic seats and the cold cuffs on my boxer briefs and sag was making me ecstatic. As I was walking down the hallway, one of the older “bear/older daddy-like” officers said to the younger officer to pull up my pants. Not only did I scream no, officer. But the young officer gripped tighter to my arm slapping me in the ass with his other hand and said “I think he’s enjoying it.” I smiled and looked at the young officer with a smile of joy on my face. He led me through the hallway, my sag dropping lower as I walked. If it wasn’t for me holding the back of my sag up by wrapping my index finger around the back belt loop of my jeans, I would have been pants-less in no time. As we exited the building, I was happier than ever to be experiencing my first perp walk. This meant that I was finally going to jail. The officer opened the car door grabbing my head and pushing it down as a way to guide my thug ass into the back seat. It was by now that my bulge in the seating position happened to be just my boner tenting upwards. A sight the young gay officer was happy to see. He then buckled me in, making sure to “accidentally bump into my tenting dick and smiled. I heard a click as I readjusted and I before I knew it I was locked in. I heard the door slam as I was finally in my first real prison cage on my way to an even bigger cage. The thoughts of all the thugs sagging and inmates and officers cuffing me up, couldn’t have made me happier to be alive. As I looked through the bars on the window, I saw my dorm room pass by and my new life as an inmate begins. (Part 4-Intake coming soon)
(FYI-This is a Fictional Story)
For more stories or to DM me follow me on Instagram @boxerbriefsaggerhandcuffed or contact me on Skype with the username boxerbriefsaggerhandcuffed to maybe even get to do a live arrest role-play or chat about cuffs or sagging.
Honest, no ignore the bit to my right, but I finally put the box with the kitchen odds and ends in somewhere else, only took me about three years. I may even get around to putting the drill and odds and ends away eventually but with only me here it's not that important to me. Plenty of room for people to sit though, one day maybe.
I have ordered a new camera and lens so hopefully in a week or so I will have brand new images to share. Learning a new camera and lens and new computer system will be challenging but if you do not make your mind work it will only get harder later on.
Two days before Christmas 2011 the word spread fast through the railfan community that Pan Am Railways had put together a consist of three GP9's for the Hinckley Job. While the trip up the branch would be under the cover of darkness, the westbound move on the 24th would be in daylight. With a sunny forecast it was likely the largest railfan contingent to ever descend on the Hinckley Branch. After hearing the same consist would go back up on the 24th, with a another sunny forecast and fresh snow on the ground it was an easy decision to make another trip to the Waterville area on the 26th. Leading the train is the Maine Central "heritage" unit, less than a month out of the paint shop at the time. Unfortunately this would prove to be an extremely rare trip outside the confines of the Waterville yard. The green unit would work for a few months in the yard, only to be sidelined for over two years waiting for mechanical work. Fortunately the unit was reactivated in late summer, 2014 and is currently working on locals out of East Deerfield, Massachusetts. The two trailing GP9's have since been retired from the roster.
Shawmut, Maine
December 26, 2011
In this case, photography books. I have started to collect a few and have them sitting on my coffee table. I bought them in hopes of learning a thing or two about techniques and to get some inspiration. I felt desperation today and unsure as to what to photograph for my project. Less than 27 days left and some days I can't wait to get this over with...lol...I feel somewhat guilty for saying that but the struggles and pressures I have felt with staying committed to finishing my 365 days project has gotten to me at times - like today, I had no clue as to what to photograph (I am sure you all must think the desserts get tiring to look at some times and today I didn't feel like baking again! haha) but as I was looking through one of my favourite photography books and enjoying the late afternoon sun coming in the window which then gave me the idea for this shot. It didn't turn out as well as I hoped but that is ok. Maybe just try again another day. :D Have a great night everyone.