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The log pile was shot with the nikkor 45mm butchered pinhole lens. The focus range is about 6 inches to about 20 feet.
I bought this lens new when I was attending UofC in Boulder, CO. I had been shooting the typical strobe party shots at the University. Oh, that's right, there never were any typical parties at Colorado University in Boulder, Colorado. I remember one 7 day party at a residence once; the windows and the stair case were gone. But that's another story. Let me set the scene: this was soon after Playboy Magazine delisted CU as number 1 in their top 10 party schools list. It was their claim that CU had turned professional and should no longer be listed. That's how I remember it but memories from that era are filtered through a bit of a fog. It even took me quite a while to remember that it was Rich Fuld (Lehmann Bros.) who came to our fraternity. He did look familiar but it was the blank, puzzled look I recognized at the US Senate panel. That made the link. Do you suppose it he who was actually responsible for inventing the Credit Default Swap that helped bring down most of the globe's financials? Nah! I'd put money on it.
I was of the opinion that there were no good electronic flash pictures but this lens produced images that could function as well as any strobe shots might. Later in life I learned how to use strobe-fill back-lit outdoor model shots at one stop underexposed. That technique allowed for beautifully controlled exposure ranges. The lens allowed locking the aperture ring to the distance scale and produced image exposures that were uniform if not stellar. It was critically sharp close and stopped to f/32 and has pretty much withstood the decades and has been updated over the years and is still available in newer configurations. But probably not in this butchered configuration, an idea gone mad.
It is now an optical pin-hole lens that can bring great depth of field to closeup photography. It was used in combo with a front surface mirror to capture realistic ground-level shots on an HO model train layout. The idea behind this butcher job is not mine. It allows composition and focus while wide open but when stopped down, the aperture leaves blank down to the pinhole disc. I've used it to good purpose on the new D700 in the manual non-CPU lens table. It seems it is possible to warp these new Nikon D.S.L.R. cameras to about any purpose with the certain exclusion of amateur photography.
A most interesting log home in Gig Harbor, WA. See more pics at:
www.buildmytour.net/tour.php?id=9F33
I'll add more pics of the interior soon.
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I received a nice lot of American Logs along with a set and a set of Lincoln Logs today. Only the bottom of the Lincoln Logs canister is shown in this photo. No actual Lincoln Logs are shown. In my shopping around the American Logs, I have seen the notation Senior Size. Now that I have gone through them, I think I understand what that means!
Improved kiln construction in the outskirts of Likolo, Yanonge - DRC.
Photo by Axel Fassio/CIFOR
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Photo postcard from Fred Fetters, a lumberjack, to his sweetheart Bertha Thompson, a school teacher.
You know it's an old forest when you find trees that start growing at eye level. These triplets (growing out of a fallen nurse log) were seen near Cape Scott on Vancouver Island's northern tip.
A man walks on the logs that are been transported down river.
Photo by Achmad Ibrahim/CIFOR
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Another log bridge on the direct route between Chamtang and Makalu BC
© 2010 Jamie McGuinness
Read more about the Makalu section of the Great Himalaya Trail here.
This is the machine we use to lift the logs into place When the logs fit perfectly we drive a large nail about 18 inches long through the log into the one underneath But basically they hold themselves together because of the notches cut from the logs
Improved kiln construction in the outskirts of Likolo, Yanonge - DRC.
Photo by Axel Fassio/CIFOR
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July 10, 2010
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A ship carrying logs is seen at the Port of Olympia, in the City of Olympia, Thurston County, Washington State. The ship is the STX Pioneer, of Panamanian registry.
Despite the many faceted objections of environmentalists, the Weyerhauser company has teamed up with the public sector and is operating a log export operation at the Port of Olympia.
Many people who understand and care about the environment object to the activities of the Weyerhauser company. The lists of reasons is long. The objections stem at least in part because of the fact that the logging operation is harmful to ecosystems. The logging and shipping imperil the delicate biodiversity that is at the heart of ecosystem health. This goes along with a number of other reasons to object to the log export operations, including but not limited to the environmental effects from the transport of such a heavy commodity over long distances.
Should companies be allowed to engage in activities that harm the environment?
Who does the environment belong to? Or rather, who ought the environment belong to? (To some and not others? To all? To none?)
When there are harmful industrial activities, does it make more sense that some few should benefit disproportionately more than others, or does it make more sense to distribute the wealth in a way so that everyone would benefit equally?
Does the focus on a definition of success that leans on the metrics of materialism (v. spirit, or community, for example) promote a fundamentally harmful, abusive, violent relationship with the material of existence, the substance of the planet?
Is it possible that there other ways of defining success that would be more favorable toward a vision of economic stability and justice, and toward an end to what many believe is the criminal behavior of big companies?
In of the current system societies are engaged in competition to exert control over resources. Instead of this scenario, think about societies moving toward a culture of cooperation and stewardship and mutual prosperity. Think about society moving away from a culture of war, conquest and dominance.
Instead of measuring success based solely on personal material riches, perhaps success could be defined along the lines of a healthy community, on the ability to take care of each other, and to be truly aware and awake, conscious (and conscientious) in our daily lives, so that we are careful to the greatest extent possible to NOT do harm...
Perhaps success could be defined along the lines of efforts to strengthen the fabric of society, to work toward an end to all violence, and an end to all unnecessary suffering - an end to poverty, starvation, illiteracy, homophobia, sexism, ageism, racism, nationalism.
Perhaps success could be defined along the lines of contribution to the mutual health and well-being—the mutual happiness and prosperity—of all people.
Berd
I peered into the darkness, unable to penetrate the dense shadows. No noise came from the interior. Bracing myself, I prepared to enter. "Gibraltar, activate lamp and delegate controls to direct neural command."
The metallic voice in my head replied, "Yes sir. Activating lamp and delegating control now."
The light snapped on, illuminating a cone-shaped area in front of me. I moved my head to the side, and the light followed. Cautiously, I walked into the room. From the small area shown by the lamp, I began to scan the room. It appeared to be an office of sorts, with a desk, cabinet, and overturned chair. But it showed no sign of the zombie. I looked around, concerned now, but still no sign of it. Then, on a hunch, I looked up...
A millisecond before the light reached it, I saw a pair of glowing eyes looking down on me, right before something slammed into me. I lurched forward, desperately trying to turn around and face my attacker before another attack. However, none came. I turned, and once again saw nothing else in the room. I adopted a crouch, desperately searching for my assailant. My senses stretched to the max, I waited. Before too long, I was rewarded with a small noise behind my head...
Ducking even further, I grabbed whatever was behind my head and hurled it forward. I saw a flash of limbs flying by. I heard it collide with the desk, yowling in some analog to pain. My beam focused on it again, revealing a horrid shambling beast, doubled over, one arm dragging on the ground. It let loose an unearthly moan, and charged at me. I prepared for the hit, raising one of my forearms. I felt the impact, and let it push me back. However, I forgot to account for the wall behind me. The back of my head slammed into the brickwork, leaving me temporarily dazed. I saw the hideous face plunging down towards mine, and still had the presence of mind to raise my arm. At that point, I felt my head getting lighter, and I must have blacked out briefly...
A few moments later, I awoke, to find a heavy weight pressing down on me, and a throbbing pain in my head. I looked up, to see the same hideous face pressing against my visor. Or rather, against my forearm. Its mouth had locked around my vambrace, unable to penetrate the thick metal. It was almost comical, with it striving futilely to eat me. But more than anything, I was angry. Remembering what command I had issued before, I thought specific thoughts as I said, "Bite on this."
Instantly, my vambrace erupted with tiny spring loaded blades, eviscerating the mouth of my assailant. It backed off, and prepared to charge again. I raised my fists, and readied myself for the charge. It cam, and I sidestepped, knocking it to the ground as it passed. It rose again, and I used the same tactic, which again succeeded. This continued for a while, the zombie unable to comprehend or innovate a strategy. Slowly, I began to work it back towards the bars from which I entered. When it was in position, I launched a flurry of blows, forcing it back into the bars. I kicked it, forcing it back as it tried to charge again. At that point, I launched a charge of my own, throwing all of my weight into my right arm. Using neural commands, I locked my fingers into a rough spade shape right before it impacted with the zombie.
My assumptions were correct, and the decomposing flesh offered little resistance to the force of the blow. My hand sunk deep into the monsters' head, further and further until I felt my hand leave the back of it. Then, I launched the second part of the attack. Once again, the blades flashed out of my vambrace, ripping a meaty hole through the brain. I ripped my arm out, shaking it off to remove the gray matter. As an afterthought, I kicked the corpse as it fell.
Now free to inspect the room, I started looking around...
A couple days ago I kept hearing chain saws over on the neighbors, so I went to investigate and see if they were going to clean up the tops. They were, so as I was heading back another Amish guy who was doing the felling headed me off and asked if I had some walnut I would sell and told me the price they could bring if they were good for Veneer, which he thought the two in my SE corner were. The power company keeps spraying along there and I’ve lost several trees along there and I’ve been afraid I will loose them also. We went over the fence and he said if they never had any hollow spots he thought they would make good ones.
Improved kiln construction in the outskirts of Likolo, Yanonge - DRC.
Photo by Axel Fassio/CIFOR
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We received a delivery of beech logs this week for winter fuel. I thought this was beautiful and it has earned a temporary reprieve from the log shed.
Compost thrown over the plastic sheeting makes a huge difference. The odd clump of grass shoved in at random.
Leftover 1 1/2" strips in red and some scraps and shirts in red, yellow center square and again lots of 1 1/2" strips of all kind
everyone wants a log
you're gonna love it, log
come on and get your log
everyone needs a log
log log log
The walk abruptly ended here as the trough began running down hill and still had water in it, which eventually got deeper & deeper. Sold at auction for $3,000.00 to Little Amerricka in Marshal, WI.
Kiddieland Amusement Park, Melrose Park, ILL. Auction Day
The Uniforet Log Job has left Port Cartier and is winding up the mountain towards MP 31 and the MacDonald River on July 23, 2006.
There's only so many Eastern Painted Water Turtles (Chrysemys picta picta) that can fit on a log. But with a little reptilian brainstorming a creative solution to increase density is found. - The Great Swamp National Wildlife Refuge, NJ
Abandoned logging RR engine in the Allagash Wilderness of Maine.
Eagle Lake & West Branch Railroad engine #2
www.maine.gov/doc/parks/programs/history/allagash/rr.htm
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