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Ultra fractal program - no post manipulation
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My second pass at this object. Captured a few more hours of data to add to the first set. I used very short exposures with the rgb camera to avoid the bright star nearby (Gamma Cassiopeiae) from over saturating the surrounding area.
"Cassiopeia's Ghost Nebula is a reflection and emission nebula located in the constellation Cassiopeia. It is often referred to as "Cassiopeia’s Ghost" due to its wispy, ghostly appearance. Here is an overview of its key characteristics:
Location and Distance: Cassiopeia’s Ghost Nebula lies approximately 550 light-years away from Earth. It is located near the bright star Gamma Cassiopeiae, a variable star that plays a critical role in illuminating the nebula.
Appearance and Structure: The nebula appears as a faint, ghostly cloud, with delicate, wispy features that resemble spectral forms. It has a combination of emission and reflection characteristics:
Emission Features: The red hue of the nebula comes from the ionization of hydrogen gas caused by the ultraviolet radiation from Gamma Cassiopeiae.
Reflection Features: The blue tones in the nebula are the result of starlight from Gamma Cassiopeiae being reflected off the surrounding dust particles.
Illuminating Star: Gamma Cassiopeiae, a massive and highly energetic Be-type star, is the primary source of radiation that influences the nebula. The intense radiation from this star causes the hydrogen gas in the nebula to glow and the dust to scatter the light.
Visibility and Observing: Cassiopeia’s Ghost Nebula is relatively faint and best observed through long-exposure astrophotography. It can be challenging to see with small telescopes but becomes more apparent with the use of filters and under dark sky conditions.
Scientific Interest: The nebula is of significant interest to astronomers studying the effects of stellar radiation on interstellar matter. It serves as an example of how nearby massive stars can shape and alter the appearance of nebulae."
Askar ACL200: 200mm f/4, ASI533MM : Ha 36x5m , Sii 34x5m
Askar ACL200: 200mm f/4, ASI533MC : rgb 821@15s
Nikon 70-200mm 200mm f/2.8, ASI533MM : Oiii 56@5m
Guided on ZWO AM5
Captured with N.I.N.A. processed with PixInsight, Ps
Define Spirit.. Is it just an illusion caused by the chemical substances secreted by the glands of the roughly made human body?
Or is the Matter just a property of the Spirit?
Too many useless fights throug the ages , but stll nobody ever was able to give a clear answer to this topic.
There is a simple idea that may be closer to the truth:
"What we decide to believe,makes us what we are."
Anyway,whatever it is , my decision is to keep on walking with you. SAPP💕
by adammckibben There are some places that will never lose their wonder no matter how many times I see them. ift.tt/1iNIrAk
I will not be silent. I will not be complacent. I will speak out. I will protest. I will amplify voices. I will work to learn, grow, repair and do better. I will support organizations like Chicago Freedom School chicagofreedomschool.org , Chicago Community Bond Fund chicagobond.org and Black Lives Matter Chicago blacklivesmatterchicago.org
A Preta vai falar, e numa boa (com a licença de Lélia Gonzales).
Vozes Negras Importam
Black Voices Matter
#blm
My niece Keerti, pumping out the tunes on an electric guitar.
Update: Keerti has taken to the guitar like a duck to water. So we have given it to her.
A single exposure reflection which is best seen large.
I recently took this image in the centre of an English city and it is a scene which touched my heart and made me wonder what is their story.
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It's been One Year I suddenly lost my beloved father from an unexpected fulminating stroke. He passed away on a Friday 13th, the worst day in my life. One year of Grieve, putting myself together, one day after the other.
It was traumatic, I've never cried as much, never hurt that much. I hadn't really learned the meaning of Despair till then. it's been a long process. He was the joy in our lives, our Anchor.
It was in the middle of a real storm, one I'd never expected, most powerful than I could've ever imagined, that I learned how strong and fragile I could be. One doesn't learn that until Darkness comes with no short notice... A water divisor I wish it hadn't happened.
I've learned a lot about myself and people in general after this.
I also learned who my real friends are, not that many, by the way, but priceless. Some stayed by my side, others revealed they weren't such good friends... and there were a few who surprised me, who checked on me from time to time to see how I was doing, offered me help, sincerely and not afraid I could accept it. I call it even.
I thank those good old friends and the new ones, for their support, compassion, their Friendship. I thank my boyfriend, my Family and my Brother, who has become our anchor.
and my Flickr friends who kept visiting and posting on my photos, even when I spent months hardly commenting on anyone's.
One doesn't remain the same after such loss. I haven't. Life is, indeed, short... and it can end from one minute to the other. I'm learning to say "I love you" more often, to give my love more often to the ones who matter.
In the last year my ambitions have also changed, I want to be happy doing what I do, I don't want to change the way I see the world and people through my lenses in order to fit where some people may think I should. Life is too short for that. I'll stand with the ones who appreciate, value, what I do.
As a person, I'll stand with good people, the strong in character, the ones who know the value of friendship, love. I want to be the best person I can, honor the man my father was and everything he taught me.
I learned so much from him, he was a Genuine Good, Unselfish, Loving Person. A Real Father, Husband, Son, Brother, Friend. A Great Man, with an amazing Character (one either has it or not, there's no mid term for that) a man of his Word. He was so Unique, died young... full of plans, full of life. The World is a sadder place without him.
It's with tears going down that I dedicate this self portrait to Him, who was never afraid to show the ones he loved how much he cared, who helped others, who raised his family with all his heart, love, tenderness. A man I'll miss till the end of my life.
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The last nearly four years have seemed like eons for me. Every day that I can bear to pay attention, I am horrified by what atrocities Trump is responsible for. I have gone to so many protests in so many places for so many causes/reasons, both well attended and scarcely attended in good weather and in the middle of a freezing cold winter. There are times I have really questioned what good it even does but a little voice in my head has still told me it was the right thing to do.
But, then the Coronavirus hit and I wondered seriously if protesting was the right thing to do…after reading the statistics in my own city about people of color being killed by the Coronavirus at a much higher rate than white people, I had to ask myself, is it actually a case of white privilege if I protest? This seems like such a strange thing to ask when you are protesting your outrage about a man being killed only because he happened to be Black and existing in America but still I had to ask. Because, if I am part of the problem of spreading this virus and my presence results in more deaths of more people of color, isn’t that defeating the purpose? In addition, how about all of the healthcare workers who have been burdened for so long? Why should I make a choice for them that could affect the survival and treatment of myself and others? It just seemed too risky for this die hard protestor.
I have never dealt with this kind of moral dilemma before. My sense of right and wrong is usually pretty strong and doesn’t leave room for tons of contemplation and deliberation. I can’t really remember the last time I had to seriously ponder “What is the right thing to do in this situation?” asking myself again and again. I usually just know these things intuitively and then try to make my best ethical choice. I’m not saying that I don’t see layers of grey between black and white so much as just I have an idea of how to act in terms of what is right with my soul. I’m also not saying that I don’t learn new things and from the perspective of others and change based on being open to learning. But, the idea of what is fundamentally the ethical choice to make about whether or not to attend a protest for a cause I believe in has never been this difficult before.
And, there is the other side of things that I don’t really like to talk about-the more human side of things. I am unfortunately all too human in my fears about contacting Coronavirus/Covid19. To be honest, I’m the type of person that gets nervous taking a walk in my own neighborhood and gets frustrated when I see the joggers and dog walkers on my street roaming without a mask or groups of a few friends partying on a rooftop in close proximity. It seems pretty hypocritical to me that I’d also be finding myself amidst thousands of people in super close proximity sometimes under overpasses neck to neck, masks or no.
So, what I am saying is that I am actually probably a little paranoid. For a large part of my life, I didn’t realize I was any different from others in my fears until I went to college and learned about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and realized that my irrational fear of death that took hold of me if I didn’t do certain things when I was little-tap my fingers every time I saw a green car, squeeze my toes every time I passed a squirrel-that sort of thing-wasn’t what most kids go through. And, it was crippling. Most of the time, I would cry hysterically thinking I was going to die and great harm would really come to my family and I if I told anyone and voiced these fears out loud. I know, I know…it sounds crazy and doesn’t make tons of sense. And, even though I know that and have gotten better dealing with this side of my self as an adult, it still hasn’t gone away completely. There’s a real instinctual fear that makes me think the worst will happen to me.
The news, of course, doesn’t help…and consider that non essential businesses were shuttered and school was cancelled for the rest of the year, I am even more terrified about the damage this virus can do. Then, there’s also the choir study…where they found that one man in close proximity singing with a choir infected pretty much the whole choir and killed a few too. Of course, this is outdoors, but I still can’t help thinking about all of the times I opened my mouth to chant pro Black Life Matters sentiments even if I was wearing a mask.
And, in many ways, I feel like I am not even worthy enough to say the name of George Floyd or Breonna Taylor who should have turned 27 on Friday, the day that I joined these protests. Because, as someone who is white, I could never know the true horror of this. She was a hero, an EMT worker, and it wasn’t just her own life and her family that was robbed but all of our lives and the sadness is overpowering. So, I ended up saying her name a few thousand times and feeling like I was losing my mind because I couldn’t rewind time and change reality.
I don’t know the answer to all of this and I still don’t know if I contracted the virus or not. But, in any case, I hope that these protests meant something and continue to mean something. Maybe it actually means more to those in power that people would risk their lives to fight for Black Lives and, if those mayors and governors really care about the citizens of their city, they have to act on these social justice issues-hold police accountable, take police out of schools and bring in social workers, counselors, librarians, art and music creative outlets instead. Let’s have a dance class or a drama class instead of kids being subjected to cruel excessive force and mock prison cells from early ages. Surely anything that helps kids is better than something doing active harm. Let’s put more money into mental health facilities instead of incarcerations. Let’s make sure when someone is released from prison that they have a job to go to. Let’s make sure our citizens have healthcare and that there are valid low income housing measures. All of these things will reduce crime and improve the quality of life. That is the direction we need to think in instead of increasing a police force. We need to think about the disparities between communities and races and ensure these people are protected and treated with respect-the same respect and treatment white people have been taking for granted in my country for centuries.
Above: a new mural for George Floyd, murdered by a group of police officers in a complicit system where the police are protected from their evil racist acts.
This mural was recently completed in the past couple of days and is found in Humboldt Park, Chicago on Division Avenue just east of California Ave. Cristian J. Roldán and Esther Kovacs
***All photos are copyrighted***
Letztens hatte ich Sturmfreie Bude und hatte geplant das aufkommende Unwetter am Spiegel Hauptgebäude in Hamburg zu fotografieren. Dass dieser Plan aber sowas von aufgeht hätte ich nie geglaubt.
Zum Making Of Video gehts hier lang:
Canon EOS 5D Mark IV - Canon EF 16-35 f4 IS L - NiSi V6 - NiSi GND 0.9 Soft - 30 sek - f/19 - Iso 100 - 24mm
#nisi #nisideutschland #werbung
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I've waited a long time to see the inside of that place, I figure it can't be long now with ALL these condo developments around here.
emerging
out of obscurity
into light of day
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if you have time please view large.
40D vs SD750
Strobist info:
580ex ii handheld, 4 pops
high left & high right @ 1/2 power with short grid snoot
low left & low right @ 1/4 power with long grid snoot
Well howdy, Flickr peeps.
I got a new toy this week (yay!) (70-300mm F4-5.6 macro lens), and have been playing with it all day today, with some frustration. It doesn't have IS, so I'm forced to use a tripod. Me no likey tripods - I prefer to shoot handheld, and can count on one hand how many times I've used a tripod over the last few years. My shots also aren't coming out as crisp as I'd like. In fact, some of my point-and-shoot zoom/macro shots give me better results than this lens (so far). Just a matter of practice, practice, practice, I know.
Matter of light -
Stanford California,
June 2016,
Leica M3,
Summaron 35mm f/3.5
Fujicolor Film 200
Developed C-41 at 106F
Nottingham, June 2020
Forest Recreation Ground
A moving and challenging demonstration. Peaceful but emotional.
#blacklivesmatter
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