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More experiments with the lightbox and im unimpressed, color is hard to get right and there is glare where i don't want it, i think i need to just stick to natural light
More experiments with the lightbox and im unimpressed, color is hard to get right and there is glare where i don't want it, i think i need to just stick to natural light
To follow ... (too tired, off to bed :-)
Shot this last night at www.paintworksbristol.co.uk/ about 10 minute walk from Temple Meads. A great place to go for some night photos; great also if you are new to long exposure night shots.
Very popular presents at the moment I believe. Celebrating my Daughter's birthday last month.
Funny really.....as my youngest Son, Stuart was born on the same day, same hospital, same midwife the same time and almost the same weight. A YEAR LATER.....
A caseless assault rifle, show here with suppressor.
(Yeah, I know, the stock may be pretty simple... but I happen to be very happy with how it looks.)
(PS: looks pretty good in lightbox... just sayin' :P)
**Four-Hours-Later*SKYNET-Executive-Towers*Philidelphia-USA*Contractor-Administration-Offices-Waiting-Room**
Salem tapped his fingers idly against his cargos. He tried to focus on the sound, the patter of his fingertips on the sturdy fabric. Focus on the feeling of the taps on his skin underneath. Focus on anything but the ticking of the old clock. What it was doing in this age was a wonder, it was rare anyone saw a clock that wasn't digital. Were they even teaching kids how to read these things in school anymore?
It was getting on his nerves.
What had seemed like a tiny barely audible tick when he first sat down now sounded like the mournful hammer strikes of fate, the sound of some otherworldly being striking away at his life, until it would eventually pass away.
Great, he though, now I'm really going crazy. First, I agreed to co-opt the kid in on my contract, and now I'm becoming superstitious about a clock.
Salem glanced around the room for something else to distract him.
He, Matt- or Anvil as everyone seemed to be referring to him now -, and the SKYNET soldier had ditched the van outside an old hotel. They climbed to the roof to find a stealth VTOL waiting for them.
One stomach lurching head throbbing fast flight later, and they were back in home ground flying over Hawaii. They met up with a larger faster aircraft in which the VTOL was able to dock mid-flight. In seemingly no time at all they were dropping back out into the middle of Philidelphia airspace.
The code was whisked off his hands, a hefty paycheck crammed in its place before Salem had finished blinking.
Then they were directed here, where they would fill out the paperwork for Matt to become a Package Retrieval Agent. Agent Anvil. Salem had to admit, it sounded pretty impressive, the last name worked well. Though if it fit the kid... Salem wasn't so sure. But it'd help win intimidation points on small scale operations.
And now Salem was just waiting. Waiting for them to finish the verification, scanning, and manditory health checkup.
It was taking forever. Too long.
After what seemed like the larger portion of his life had passed him by, a very tired and slightly bewildered Anvil was pushed through the doors into the waiting room. He now sported a black and white coat with "SKYNET" emblazoned on it, replacing the Tokushima jacket they had grabbed back in Japan.
"Well, did it work out fine?"
Anvil nodded wearily, "Yeah, I think so. Man... I'm not entirely sure what exactly I just signed."
"Don't worry, SKYNET isn't the cleanest company, but they are pretty good about not hiding things in their contracts. At least, not the ones for guys like us. What took you so long anyways?"
Anvil pushed a hand back through his hair and let out a long exhale.
"Well... apparently there was some sort of ID verification system that didn't work out right, had them all worked up in a frenzy, couldn't believe I wasn't in the system."
"Wait... what? you mean CivID?"
"Civ... ID? Yeah, that was it."
"How on earth do you not have a CivID card?"
Anvil just shrugged. "Didn't know you needed one."
"They're mandatory. Are you sure you are from this country?"
"Yeah, pretty sure."
"Huh... well, looks like your parents got you through a kink in the system somehow. So did they register you?"
"No. They made a fuss about how they should, so they have something to show, but they made it clear in very.... unclear ways, that they don't mind so much."
"Ah... I think I see."
Salem nodded slowly. A shadow operative. One off the system, not listed in any nation's registry. Yes, they'd like that. It looked like this deciscion might pay off, letting Matt be co-opted into his contract. Now he might go up in the world thanks to his partner's usefulness.
Sure, he'd have to play sidekick, but since he had the experience he knew he'd still be the lead in this partnership.
They gathered their stuff and left the buildings via a public tram. Apparently no one else was leaving the buildings at that particular time, and they had the car all to themselves.
It was good to get away from a corporate HQ. The whole place was swarming with SKYNET elite guards, soldiers, and SWAT troops. All of them just waiting, daring even, for Salem or anyone else to twitch funny, look at someone the wrong way, so they could have an excuse to blow him to tiny little pieces before he could know what he did wrong.
Salem hated that building.
And from the look on his face, Matt didn't seem to mind leaving it behind either.
*NOTICE: The above text is a work in progress trial run for a planned literary work. Though subject to change and alteration, it represents the majority of planned content for the final product. As such, the ideas, characters, setting, and story written above is reserved as intellectual property of C. J. King.*
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I bought another lightbox, which is smaller because I'm usually too lazy to assemble and disassemble the big one. That's ideal for the minifigures and small scenes, and even small sets like that one. I already used it for the couple of scenes, and I'm extremely happy with the result! :)
Foto en GRANDE con Fondo NEGRO
Orden:Suliformes
Familia:Anhingidae
Género:Anhinga
nombres comunes: Anhinga, ave serpiente,Corúa real,Ave cuello de serpiente,Marbella americana
Nombre científico: Anhinga anhinga
Nombre Ingles: Anhinga
Lugar de captura: Viera Wetlands, Florida.
Por : Cimarron mayor Panta.
ME QUEDE VIENDO LA IMAGEN Y VI QUE TAMBIEN TENÍA UN CORAZON VERDE A LA DERECHA, PERO ESE DETALLE NO LO VIO ESA CULEBRA!!! POR ESO LO REVENTE DE SOPA DE MARIPOSAS Y POLILLAS EN FLAMINGO. ADEMAS LO PUSE A FREGAR MAS QUE UN PRESO!!
Despues que esa culebra me dijo eso, no he parado de reír y decidí mostrar esta pequeña serie y hablar un poco de nuestro campamento en Flamingo.
Todos teníamos obligaciones! Marino era el chofer pero se me reveló cuando lo mandé a fregar jajajajaja, así que el fregao le tocó a la mamba negra Chilensis.
Huascar colaba el cafe,además de facilitarme todos los ingredientes de lo que se iba a cocinar. Por supuesto el cocinero era yo.
Se sentaban como niños a velar mis suculentas sopas cimarrónicas de cada día con la cuchara en las manos! Yo utilizaba un foco de explorador en mi cabeza para tener las manos libres, pero se presentó un problema. Una mardita vieja comenzó a quejarse de que la luz del foco le molestaba y no tuvimos más remedio que apagar el foco y prender nuestra lampara.
El problema era que la lampara atraía demasiado insectos, polillas y mariposas que se metían en el caldero y llegó un punto en que me cansé de sacarsela! Que carajo, si los Tyrannidos viven comiendo mariposas y estan vivos, estas maripositas le servirán de pócima milagrosa a estos cimarrones.
Anoche vino Marino a visitarme y me dice... Las celulas de mi cuerpo me piden una sopa cimarronica de las que tu nos hacía en el campamento de Flamingo. Yo le respondí.. como la quieres? Con mariposas o sin mariposas?
Yo creo que esas polillas y mariposas lo que hacían era darle consistencia a nuestras sopas, el sabor cimarronico era responsabilidad del chef jajajajaja.
Nos poníamos que los ombligos se nos querían reventar y luego un cafe y la mamba negra obedientemente a fregar jajajajaja y Huascar a recoger y guardarlo todo.
No teníamos que poner despertador, pues un enorme carpintero venía a darmos picotazos en la cabeza bien temprano. Tenía un nido el mardito en nuestras cabezas prácticamente.
En la noche hacían unos desacatos en esa tienda de campaña y aquello más bien se convertía en una cámara de gas jajajaja.Yo creo que esas mariposas y polillas le estaban haciendo daño a todas esas mambas Chilensis y boas del Caribe.
Pero la pasamos de maravilla y no se imaginan como extrañamos todos tan gratos momentos y hasta mis sopas de mariposas le hacen falta ya a estos cimarrones
Un abrazo para todos y los dejo con estas serpientes que vuelan.
Cimarron mayor Panta.
Tonight I started making this lightbox for product / macro photography. It could use a lot of improvements, but it's a good start. My biggest mistake was buying matte poster paper for the backdrop. I need to go back to Michaels and buy the shiny stuff. I also need to cover all the brown cardboard with shiny white paper for maximum brightness!
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A visit to the Lightbox gallery in Woking with an exhibition of paintings from four Scottish Colourists. The colours and the beauty were very appealing. I have tried before, unsuccessfully, to photograph a glass sculpture in the entrance garden but the addition of condensation and a backdrop of bare trees worked today. Due to problems on the train due to strikes, I went by bus, which is actually more convenient :-)
This is one of the few images I can show - at this close-range view - from Mama Fox and one her cubs. There were many memorable moments that I didn't get to preserve with a camera. Memories will last a lifetime.
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Our old lightbox at The Sun is covered by about a year's worth of old newspapers and things, so in order to save myself from staring into the fluorescent ceiling lights for long periods of time, I thought I'd try to fire up the Flashlight app I had installed on my iPhone. Works like a charm!
Test shot with the new foam tape in place. Probably need to mess with the white balance and levels, the phone camera doesn't seem to do too well
I'm doing some jewelry shots for a client tonight and using a lightbox. Man I love that thing. It makes the purdiest light.
The wrinkles on my nose are from squinting my eye to look through the viewfinder for like two hours.
That, or I am just getting old, possibly.
More experiments with the lightbox and im unimpressed, color is hard to get right and there is glare where i don't want it, i think i need to just stick to natural light
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This is the only landscape photo I took during my daughter's first backpack trip not long ago. She is age 4. It's quite likely not what I would have chosen for an image but with only one lens and only minutes to work a scene I had never been to before, this is what I came up with (I already was carrying all my gear and my daughter's, extra camera gear was not on the list). And she did she enjoy the trip except the huge crawdads that ended her time in the water quickly.
It was a clear blue sky day and out of nowhere these clouds came whooshing by at sunset. I really was wishing I was up higher with the view of Mt Hood at that moment yet the priority this time around was Rowan and I resigned to the fact that I would leave the camera in my bag for the night. I did not want to abandon my friend to watch his kid and mine.
Then my friend Josh said you better at least run down to the lake and see if you can get something, this light is awesome. With no time to spare I grabbed my one camera w/ mid-range lens and tripod and hopped through the forest like a deer to get down to the edge of the lake. Looking at the metadata it was only 7 minutes from when I got here and snapped for the first shot to when the light was gone. Not much time.
Anyway, I thought it was worth sharing the photo and story even if I don't end up putting it in my portfolio. Oh and this is Veda Lake in Mt Hood National Forest.
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