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With their Pittston shenanigans complete, the R&N OCS bombs through Duryea on their way back to Reading, passing a cemetery.
Did you ever think of just driving your car as far away as you can instead of going to work in the morning? It's a thought that captivates me, and that's how I imagine someone could end up after driving until they no longer have gas in the tank.
I had wanted to try astro-landscape portraits for a while now. For my first try, I asked my old student, coworker and friend to drive out really far to go see the Milky Way.
We ended up at Churn Creek Protected Area, a gorgeous location I encourage people to visit. But beware, the last 80km or so are done on a dirt path snaking between hills and overlooking cliffs.
Once you arrive on location, you end up in an arid area where the Churn Creek canyon intersects with the Fraser canyon. This place is amazing.
For our shoot, I was hoping the night would get pitch black, but we were far enough in the North that it actually didn't and I was able to navigate without using my flashlight despite that night being moonless and the location a 1 or 2 on the Bortle scale of light pollution. Despite the night being surprisingly bright and slightly cloudy at the same time, details were still visible in the Milky Way.
But it means I'll have to return at the end of the summer, when days will become shorter again and nights longer.
This shoot was done with my Sony A7R, my LA-EA3 adapter, my Sigma ART 35mm, Yongnuo Flashes (3) and flash trigger and a Pixel remote camera trigger.
I configured the shot before sunset, placing the car and the camera so that I could take a shot with enough exposure difference to be able to separate the sky and the foreground in a masking shot. I then waited patiently for the night to fall, and when it started getting dark but before the Milky Way really appeared, I arranged the shot with my model. I purposefully had the flashes have a blueish temperature compared to the white balance, and I pointed two of them at the model and the front of the car, while a third gelled flash gave some colors to the inside of the car. Next, I took series of photos of the Milky Way, which was faint but nevertheless detailed because of how bright the night was. And finally, I did a 24:40 exposure to expose the background (the mountains and parts of the canyon).
After all that, I just had to put everything together. The sky is noisier than I would have liked, because I had to separate it from the sun's light pollution.
Anyway. I'm pretty happy with that first try. I know it's a composite shot, and taking it in one shot would have been easier, but I didn't want everything to be grainy because of the high ISO, so I preferred compositing the image to hopefully end up with a higher image quality compared to similar in-camera shots. I could have used a slightly lower ISO by using a wider angle lens, but I really wanted the Milky Way to look big in the sky.
A man crosses the street during sunset in Osaka, Japan, while carrying a briefcase.
This print is part of my portfolio of misfit images and it is for sale now: www.benjaminwilsonphoto.com/prints/p/sqsp2d87b
En micamara.es/ecuador/ pueden visitar Ecuador y las Islas Galapagos.
Un paseo por la web micamara.es/ para encontrar: arte, historia, folclore, naturaleza, fauna, flora, etc de muchos lugares del mundo.
Astronomers mostly focus their attention on the sky, but sometimes it’s worth looking around our planet, too. At night, the star-spangled sky over Chile’s Atacama Desert steals the limelight, but once the barren landscape basks in sunlight again, other marvels are revealed.
This Picture of the Week, for instance, could easily feature in a travel magazine. It is taken from Pukará de Quitor (Fort of Quitor), a stone fortress built centuries ago by the Licán Antai community, also known as Atacameños. You find it near San Pedro de Atacama, not far from where the Atacama Large Millimeter/submillimeter Array (ALMA) is housed, the radio telescope array which ESO operates together with its international partners. In this picture, the arch of the fortress is framing the Licancabur volcano, which looms up next to Chile’s border with Bolivia. On the mountain, other archaeological sites have been found, and its summit crater hides one of the highest lakes in the world.
Now close your eyes and imagine you are standing right there, on the stones of Pukará de Quitor. Are you surrounded by blue skies and terracotta stones? Or by a pitch black sky full of stars? Whichever you choose, remember that you are looking back in time. This archaeological site dates all the way back to the 12th century, so these stones have been standing here for over 900 years. And the light of the stars has travelled hundreds or even thousands of years before it reaches us. What a privilege to be able to see it!
Credit: ESO/A. Ghizzi Panizza (www.albertoghizzipanizza.com)
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If you like this museumr, you might also enjoy the original museumr pic
and the original image from which I created the first museumr of the SD farmer.
This series of picture-in-a-picture photos reminds me of multiple mirrors in a long hall, which made me think about the Hall of Mirrors in the Palace at Versailles, France.
But, of course, it's not even close to the real thing! :-D
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While the tractor was cooling down, I had to jump out to capture this. We only received a few drops of rain out of it. via 500px ift.tt/25c67oX
The crew of the local 325 job heads back to the yard office after tying up their train. The crew spent the day battling white out conditions, bitter cold, and large snow drifts. I'm sure they're glad that their duties for the day are done. LSRC, Alpena, MI.
The World We Live In
The Killers
This is world that we live in
I feel myself get tired
This is the world that we live in
Well maybe I was mistaken
I heard a rumor that you quit this day and age
Well maybe I was mistaken
Bless your body, bless your soul
Pray for peace and self control
I gotta believe it's worth it
Without a victory,
I'm so sanctified and free
Well maybe I'm just mistaken
Lesson learned and the wheels keep turning
This is the world that we live in
I can't take blame for two
This is the world that we live in
And maybe we'll make it through
Bless your body, bless your soul
Pray for peace and self-control
Underneath the waterfall
Baby we're still in this
This is the world that we live in
Feel myself get tired
This is the world that we live in
I had a dream that I was falling, down
There's no next time, alone
A storm wastes its water on me
But my life was free
I guess it's the world that we live in
It's not too late for that
This is the world that we live in
And no, we can't go back
This is the world that we live in
We still want something real
This is the world that we live in
I know that
This is the world that we live in
Songwriters: BRANDON FLOWERS, DAVE BRENT KEUNING, MARK AUGUST STOERMER, RONNIE JR. VANNUCCI
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Back to paradise: Florianópolis! An island with many wonderful beaches, all so beautiful ... Lots of tourists, but there is always a quiet place to look at the sea... // De volta ao paraíso: Floripa! Uma ilha, praias maravilhosas, todas lindas... Montanhas de turistas, mas sempre se encontra um cantinho em alguma praia meio deserta, para simplesmente olhar o mar... Este aqui fica bem em frente à minha casa :-)
====Billings' Penthouse====
*The first thing that she thought of was "He doesn't deserve this". The second was "Christ that stench is potent" and her third thought was "Jesus this costume's tight". She was in his apartment, Spellbinder's, the best selling author. The very idea he could be adored sickened her. The place was enormous, there were strong oak bookshelves, a white, clean kitchen (evidence *he* never cooked), hell, even a hot tub, tiled in black and white slabs. The scented candles stunk up the place, probably to cover up something worse, and of course there were copies of that stupid book everywhere. She'd read a few pages, out of curiosity, none of it good. Several supervillains hadn't hesitated to call her all manners of names. She doubted his copy would give her husband much solace, even if Ten had meant well. Again she strained to move, a consequence of wearing the old suit, but it couldn't be helped. Twag and his goons had taken her newer gear when they attacked the house and raided the cave. How she wished Twag was here now. If only so she could torture him. Mercilessly. Soon, she thought. She just needed the right- Billings. He'd at last emerged from the bedroom, he had glanced her briefly and was now wearing his supervillain garb. Hideous, not unlike the man himself*
Billings- -You must be the stripper I ordered. Just make yourself at home won't- You. Times are tough are they?
Miranda- I'm not a stripper Billings.
Billings- Your legs say otherwise.
Miranda- It's an old costume.
Billings- Don't doubt it, very risqué. What's this about, Legs? Want me to sign a copy?
Miranda- I want to know your source
*Billings' sneer vanishes. In a way Miranda was glad, if she had to put up with any more misogynistic bullshit from him, she'd kill him herself*
Billings- Don't you bug buggers exchange notes?! I already had your husband come visit me in August.
Miranda- My husband?
Billings- Yeah, playing Batman in a black suit.
Miranda- Billings you idiot, that wasn't Drury!
Billings- Idiot! Idiot indeed. You can't just walk into my home and insult me! Me!
Miranda- Your source.
Billings- It doesn't matter Legs, she's dead isn't she?
Miranda- Dead- Pike? Pike gave you those files?!
*It all led back to Twag. He hadn't just sent The Wasp to frame Drury, he had been giving Pike details on him, information she gave to Billings. Just what she needed, another conspiracy against Drury*
Billings- Yeah! And I hope she's rotting in Hell for the trouble she put me through. I don't expect to be assualted here! This is my safe space, my hidey hole! To have a black suited insectophile attack me, Walker or not, is disgust-!
*Thwip*
Miranda- Billings-?
*Billings. Shit*
Billings- Fucking help me! It's-! It's-! Spider-Man?!
LaMonica- I'll take that as compliment, eh?
*Who the- Well, he's certainly not Eric Needham*
====Arkham Asylum====
*Hugo Strange is in his office, a cup of tea at his side. He's rereading some old patient reports. Interesting, he thinks to himself. Very interesting indeed. His train of thought is nearly broken by the loud rapping at his door. He growls, annoyed by this unwelcomed disruption*
Guard- Sorry to disturb you Professor-
Strange- Just get on with it Captain.
Guard- Of course... There's been an incident..
Strange- Of what variety?
Guard- Three inmates never returned to their cells after lunch. Lynns, Walker and-
Strange- Yes?
Guard- Paul Dekker.
*Interesting, thought Strange once more. Very interesting*
====Lunchtime=====
Inmate- Great show today Paulie!
Dekker- Oho! If you think that was good, tune in next week, I'll have Two-Face in tears haha!
Amygdala- Your lunch Mr Dekker
Dekker- Ahh thank you Aaron! Oh that looks good!
Amygdala- Made it myself!
Dekker- Well, aren't you a resourceful little one. One moment please. Drury! Drury Walker!
*Drury and Gar walk cautiously over to Dekker*
Gar- Yeah?
Dekker- Garfield, wait your turn. Drury, it does my heart good to see you. You heard today's show, yes?
Drury- Yeah, yeah, very nice, listen how many people normally listen to it? Anyone across the bay?
Dekker- Anyone across the bay? Oh Drury, Drury, Drury, where have you been? It's the talk of the town- paper Aaron, see?
*Drury looks at the newspaper, clutched in Amygdala's hand, and there it is, an article on Dekker's radio show, dated around the same time he got arrested. Figures. But the ratings are indeed good, great in fact, and a plan has started to form in that brain of his*
Drury- Do you have to book in advance for these?
Dekker- Well, of course, I have *hundreds* of requests each day! Why do you ask? *You* don't want to appear so you? Haha!
Drury- Actually, I kinda do.
*Dekker freezes. It takes Drury aback, seeing him speechless like that. Gar mutters in his ear*
Gar- You sure Drury? I share a cell with him, you don't want to spend time with him alone.
Drury- I am Gar. Trust me.
Dekker- I don't know... I've scheduled Harvey in for next week.
Drury- Well, why wait, why not today?
Dekker- ... today-?
*Drury nods. Dekker ponders for a second, twirling his moustache, Gar and Drury look at him in anticipation, then, frowning, Dekker looks up*
Dekker- No.
*No? thought Drury. No? Why not? He and Dekker weren't exactly close, like most sane people he knew when to keep his distance but all the same, he thought he could count on the man to help him out, so he could get out the legal way, so he could see his family*
Drury- Dekker-
Dekker- I said no, Norbert, good day!
*And like that, the man stormed off, Gar and Drury exchanged another look, this time of suspicion*
Drury- Norbert-?
====Now====
*This was hardly the first time Paul Dekker found himself tied up. It wasn't even the first time he had found himself hanging upside down, The Bat had certainly seen to that. But, for once this was the first time he was afraid. Not of his assailants; Killer Moth, Firefly... children. Handsomely un-handsome children. No, he was afraid of what might happen. What may already be happening. Because he blurted out something he shouldn't have. Oh how he cursed those drugs of his! He ought to quit, maybe it'll stick this time*
Dekker- This is a mistake, surely Drury?
Drury- Shut up. What do you know about Norbert?
Dekker- Hmm?
Drury- You called me Norbert today, why?
Dekker- Drury, Norbert, they sound so similar no?
Gar- Cut the horseshit, what the hell do you know? And please, answer carefully... I hear a hint of some kind of pass, you're dead
Dekker- Nor. Bert. Norbert. What *do* I know?
Gar- I'm warning-!
Dekker- No flair for the dramatics Garfield? I thought you'd understand?
Drury- What do you know about Norbert?!
Dekker- Everything you insensitive butthole! I worked on the damn project that created him! Created the Killer Wasp! And the funny thing? I'm not even the only one!
Strange- No. He isn't. Good evening gentlemen