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More indoor faffin with figurines, heavily inspired by Led Eddie for this.
Pcb, refocus then laser, a chuff of vape, a splash of flash, a zoom pull, then change gels and another chuff of vape and a final splash of the flashes ....bosh.
Jpeg Vapeg straight from the camera.
Music for today : Tiger by my side by Empire of the sun
To finish with that set about the
abandoned hospital, 3 selfs!!
LAST ONE!!
I make them with a mask, the inexpressive me and a large place to express the idea of loneliness which is interesting with such an abandoned place.
But this giving me the idea of a more large set!!
Idea to follow!!!
I really don't know what I will publish in the next weeks...
Maybe I will do a little flickr pause to refocus my photographic work...
have a nice day my friends!!
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A Critically Endangered large bird. The highest-flying bird having been found at 37,000 feet.
Flew by so close that I did not get the time to zoom out and refocus!
Broads Fork Meadow. Most of the flowers were past their prime at the end of July, but these little ones were still hanging on. This is a strenuous 2 mile hike (4 mile both ways.) Several stitched images, I would refocus the lens as I panned downward to the closer foreground. The flowers at the bottom are right up to the lens and actually quite small.
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The photo for seva's september newsletter
strobist: sb-80dx through umbrella left as key, sb-80dx through umbrella right for slight rim and fill
"One caramel macchiato and one black coffee."
Barry watched Iris from a table located in the back of the coffee shop. Jitters had been a meetup spot the two frequented ever since highschool. While the coffee wasn't five-star quality, the atmosphere of the shop & it's owners made up for it.
Barry's mind, however, was elsewhere.
"Don't ever stop… being a hero. You might have to fight a few knuckleheads like me… but it'll be worth it."
The event replayed in Barry's head over and over again. The man smiled as his final moments occurred… smiled as Barry failed him.
"You sure you don't want any pastries?" Iris asked, causing Barry to refocus. "You usually always get one when we come."
"Ah- y-yeah…" he mumbled, accepting the drink. He took a quick sip before placing the cup down, turning his head to stare out the frosted window. "Not hungry."
Iris looked at him with a cocked eyebrow as she sat down. "Barry," she started, placing her own cup down, "are you feeling okay?"
"Yeah… why?" he asked, turning back to her.
"Because that's a plain black coffee you just drank…" she said, motioning to his cup. "You don't touch the stuff unless it's got at least three scoops of sugar and drowned in milk."
"Oh… guess it's not that bad," he replied, forcing a small smile. "Really, I'm fine."
"Barry, I don't know if I should be more insulted that you think your girlfriend would buy that, or that a reporter would," she said with a frown. Reaching across the table, she took hold of his hand. "You've been… off all day today, Barry, yesterday too. I won't force you to tell me… but you don't need to fake a smile." After a moment of silence, Iris squeezed Barry's hand before pulling away.
Barry bit the inside of his cheek to stop his mouth from opening. He wanted to tell her everything. He wanted someone on the outside to talk to, to confide in. Someone that wasn't a veteran superhero or in the line of duty, just a normal person.
The woman's phone pinged, causing Barry to raise his head, an inward sigh of both relief and disappointment. The woman across from him checked the device, sighing as she stood.
"I'm sorry Barry, my boss needs me downtown," she mumbled, picking up her drink and purse. "Apparently the Trickster is back in town?"
Barry's ears perked up at the name, remembering him as one of Jay's old foes. "It's alright, Iris," he said, standing up after her. "I'm sure I'll be called in shortly anyways."
Iris frowned once more. "Just remember I'm here, okay Barry?" Iris said, turning towards the door.
Barry didn't speak, watching the woman leave. He wanted to tell her, but he knew he couldn't. It wasn't her burden to shoulder.
-^-
A gust of wind sounded off through the street as Barry arrived. It was quiet for a Monday morning, the police were thorough with their evacuation.
Jay had told him a bit about some of his old foes. Weather Warlock, Heatmonger, The Thinker, and one of the deadliest… Trickster.
He was different from any of the villains Barry had fought during his year of crime fighting. Some wanted money, power, even simple validation. Not James Jesse though.
There was no method to the madness. There was no weather wand or flamethrower. No mirror gun or saw blade-lined suits. He was the definition of a wildcard, and that made him dangerous.
The sound of a firework caught Barry's attention, bringing his gaze to the sky. The smoke trail following the colors came from a nearby rooftop. Running up the wall, Barry came face to face with the villain, sat atop the Young Theater. The villain looked… sad, his feet dangling off the building's edge.
"Jesse," Flash called, staring at the man. "You know this ends one of two ways."
"The rumors are true," Jesse mumbled, elbows on his knees as he held up his head. "You really aren't the real Flash."
Barry frowned, walking closer to the man. "I don't have time for games, turn yourself in." he said, now mere feet away from the man.
"Yeah…" Jesse said, raising his wrists towards Barry. "Not gonna happen!"
From Jesse's wrists shot splatters of acid. Barry narrowly dodged the lethal liquid, stepping to the side, out of Jesse's range. The man leapt up from his spot on the roof, using spring-shoes to launch himself to a neighboring building.
"One thing didn't change, whoever you are," Jesse laughed, landing on one foot, striking a pose, "you're still as gullible as ever, streaky."
Barry frowned, watching as the green-haired man pulled out a metallic fish from his belt. "I don't have time for this!" Barry yelled out, making a beeline towards Jesse. Leaping across the gap of the buildings, Barry was caught off guard by a boxing glove, launching out from the alley below. The red object caught Barry by his chin, stopping his momentum and sending him crashing to the street below.
Barry groaned, using his elbow to prop himself up. The buildings weren't too tall, thankfully. He could feel his speed healing begin to kick in, but it would still be a moment before he could stand.
"Flash!?"
Barry's eyes widened at the voice, his head swivelling to see Iris approaching him. A cameraman followed behind her, but kept some distance, likely to keep a good shot.
"Ms. West… stay back…" he called out, turning his head back to the villain, still atop the building. "He's dangerous… you need to leave."
Springs sounded off as Jesse leapt from the roof, landing gracefully on the road. He had a smile on his face as he twirled the silver fish. "Well well well," he giggled, pressing a button on the side of the item, "we seem to have an audience."
Like out of a sci-fi movie, a blue laser shot from the fish, turning it into a sword. The cameraman took an additional step back, but Iris stepped forward.
"Iris…" Barry mumbled, reaching his hand forward.
"Do you think people are scared of you?" she asked, taking another step forward, eyes peering over his shoulder. "You're nothing but a joke-"
"No, he's from Gotham…"
"-to me, him, and everyone in this city." she continued, ignoring his interruption. "You're washed. No one cares about the Trickster anymore. Take it from me, I'd rather be covering Captain Cold right now."
"What did you say?" he asked, the playfulness in his voice dropping. "Washed? Me!? You must be mistaken, Ms. West… but I'm the star of any show!"
"Your gimmick was perfected," she said, taking yet another step forward. "Do you know how many 'Tricksters' there are? How many are scarier… more threatening than you ever were?"
"Another word… and I'll end you!"
"I doubt you could."
"THAT'S I-"
Crack
Jesse tumbled to the ground, dropping the laser sword in the process. Stood in his place was Joe, rubbing his fist.
"Detective West…" Barry mumbled, the feeling in his leg returning.
"Good job, Joe," Iris said, waving the cameraman over.
"Iris, what the hell were you thinking!?" he shouted, causing Iris to frown.
"I saw your lights," she explained, pointing to the police cruiser. "I thought I'd make a distraction so you could take him down."
"That's not your job!" he fired back, pointing to Barry. "He moves faster than a bullet and was nearly killed. He could've killed you, Iris!"
"But he didn't."
"That isn't… damn it, Iris."
Barry, finally healed, raised himself to a stand, shaking the snow off his back. "Ms. West, Detective West is right," he said, looking down at Jesse. "This man is insane. Trying to aggravate him could've gotten you and your cameraman hurt… or worse."
"I…" Iris opened her mouth, ready to argue, but stopped. "I need to finish the report. Sorry for the inconvenience."
Red and blue lights flashed down the street as an armored car arrived. Officers stepped out, disarming Jesse and began loading him into the back.
Barry turned, ready to leave, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. Looking back, Joe stood with a firm expression.
"Something wrong, Detective?" he asked, tilting his head.
"Come with me a minute?" he asked, nodding his head away from the officers.
Barry paused for a moment, contemplating on just speeding off. Then he looked at Joe, and saw worry in the man's eyes. With a nod, the two walked away from the crowd.
"What's on your mind, Detective?" Barry asked, after breaking away from the scene.
"What's on yours?" Joe responded, causing Barry to frown.
"I'm not sure what you mean by that, sir," Barry said, knowing his acting wasn't very up to par. "Just a tumble, that's all."
"On New Year's eve… you vanished," Joe said, crossing his arms. "After every case of super criminal you deal with, you've made it a priority to relay everything you could to us… but that night?
"What happened with Bivolo?"
Barry down at his hands.
"Don't ever stop… being a hero. You might have to fight a few knuckleheads like me… but it'll be worth it."
A teardrop fell from his eye down onto his hand, causing him to clench his fists. Looking back up to Joe, he shook his head solemnly. "I couldn't save him."
In an instant, Barry took off, leaving Joe alone in the street.
"I failed to be a hero."
-^-
"Hey, mom… Malcolm," Barry said, kneeling down to place a small bundle of pansies onto the snowy grave stones. "I… I haven't come by as much recently, sorry about that, I've been… busy."
Barry inhaled the crisp January air, feeling wetness buildup in his eyes. "I- uh… I'm not in a good place right now," he mumbled, droplets falling from his cheeks onto the snow. "I… the other night, I really just… didn't know what to do. In my head I played every scenario I could think of… I tried… tried to calm him down, but… but I…"
"Why did it hit me?" Barry asked, staring at the headstone, hoping it would give him an answer "Out of anyone that could've been struck by that bolt of lightning, why was it me?
"Why did it choose someone who always fails… someone who couldn't get home fast enough for his family… someone who wasn't able to do anything to save Francine… or Jorge… or-"
Barry stopped himself, looking down into the snow. He sat in silence, letting the light snow fall on his hair. Pulling himself back to both feet, he let out a held breath.
"I thought I'd find you here."
Barry looked up, seeing August walking through the snow towards him.
"A-August? W-were you-"
"I wasn't listening," August said, pointing to the headstones "It'd be disrespectful to intrude, to all three of you."
"R-right," Barry mumbled, looking at the graves before turning back to August. "Why are you here?"
"You're not good at hiding things, Barry," he said, Barry freezing at the words. "Yesterday when you were doing your analysis for Bivolo's case, you… you looked so broken."
"August, believe me-"
"Shut up, Barry," he said, silencing the blond. "I don't… know what's going on… or why you're crying at the cemetery alone. You've got people who care about you, Barry," he said, looking up and turning his head to Barry.
"I know that August," Barry said. "Believe me, I know that, I just… there's some things that you have to deal with alone."
"Yeah… yeah I get that," August said,m with a sad smile, placing his hand on Barry's shoulder, "but I want you to know… even if we may not understand what you're going through, we understand you. You can talk to us, any of us. You don't have to be Superman."
Patting Barry's shoulder, August walked away, leaving Barry alone. The blond turned his head back to the graves. "I know what you'd be saying right now, mom," Barry mumbled with a chuckle, wiping the tears from his eyes. "I… I think I made good friends too."
After a few more minutes, Barry turned, making his way out of the cemetery. As he took his first steps, someone collided with him.
"My bad, sir," Barry said, taking note of the long, black hooded-coat the man wore, completely concealing his face.
"S'fine… didn't see you."
Barry watched the man step past him, walking deeper into the cemetery.
"Weird…"
-^-
A large explosion sounded off in the d-block of Iron Heights. Sam Scudder stepped out of his cell, coughing up dust.
"What the hell?" he asked as he looked around the block.
Marco Mardon, exited his cell, holding a broken bar as if it were a weapon. "Was this you?" he asked Scudder, earning a head shake in response.
"Wasn't me neither," Roscoe Dillon, mumbled, fanning away dust. "Looks like it blew up along the entire wing…"
"If it wasn't either of you, then…"
"Explosive chewing gum!" shouted the manic voice of James Jesse, as he stepped out of his cell. "It usually just blows up in people's mouths, glad it worked this time though!"
Scudder looked to Mardon with a concerned expression, who simply shrugged his shoulders.
"Are you curious?" Jesse asked, tearing off his left pinky. "I hid the gum in here, my fake finger." The three stared in astonishment as he wiggled the prosthetic. "Don't let the guards know though," he said, concealing his mouth behind his hand, "it's my trick for gettin' out of here."
The sound of another string of explosions caused everyone in the wing to stumble.
"Oops, looks like the rest of the gum blew up…" Jesse mumbled, before shrugging. "Oh well, I'll be off. I know you youngsters got your own gimmicks, there should be a hole in the armory. Toodles."
Scudder, Mardon, and Dillon watched as the green haired man pranced out of the large blown open wall.
"What the fuck?"
NEXT TIME: Wally West, Missing!?
I am trying to refocus my life again after the year of grieving. The grief has not quite finished. Maybe it never will finish. But it no longer defines my life. I need to find a spiritual centre once more, and start writing again. Maybe this picture will help in that process. I dreamed about my family of origin the other day. My father was unwell but my brother was young and slim again. I am re-reading Robert Graves, "The White Goddess", about the origins of poetry in the ogam alphabet which is based upon the experience of trees. I am photographing trees again a lot this autumn. But then, when was I ever not photographing trees.
An astonishingly beautiful
Poem by Ken Lewis
does the wind whisper
its name
as it passes
between your silent branches
or does it only know
the sound of the leaves
applauding
or the hiss of its touch
upon cliff edge of grief
and the crushing sound
of the endless fall to earth
inspiration cannot be found
as if it was wandering the woods
in search of a partner
and though it may be heard
in the music of the forest
it lives in the mind
that listens for the
soul of the wind
in the branches of their spirit
Ranked #7 on Google of 237000 for ances tree
Long Exposure Fireworks - refocus during exposure. Taken during Philippines' performance at the Grands Feux du Lac Leamy, Gatineau. August 17, 2013.
Blood moon over the Space Coast - Total Lunar Eclipse - April 15 2014, 4:00 AM EST
This time I decided to go with F11
(one stop in from wide open with a 2xTC on the 600), and a higher ISO to keep the exposure under one second.
Manual focus with an LCD magnifying eye-piece was used on the LCD screen to obtain critical focus at 10x. I had considered leaving the focus set from some previous captures of the sunlit moon, but concerns about mechanical drift over long periods of time caused me to refocus on the eclipsed moon. Needless to say there was not enough light for AF so the LCD eye-piece was invaluable to obtain proper focus. However perfect focus was lost in the noise that you get at high ISO, and hole craters visible through the viewfinder disappeared into the noise. :{(
Tech Info
Body: Canon 5D Mark II
Lens: Canon 600 mm with 2xTC
Aperture: F11
Shutter Speed: 0.4 second
ISO: 6400
Focus: Manual on camera back @ 10X
using LCD ViewFinder V1
Tripod: Giottos MT 9371
Head: Manfrotto 393 Gimbal Head
Release: Yongnuo RF-603C
Flash : Just kidding!
Refocus during exposure with the Samyang 14mm. The butterflies on the foreground are from a video I made playing on my mobile.
The view from Tempe Town Lake, looking towards the Light Rail bridge. Taken the night of the May 2009 refocusphoenix.com meet-up (I didn't get home until 1am).
Time lapse video on the way!
Warm sunset light bathes the patterning on a building in Downtown Seattle.
Technical: I actually went to shoot this building twice before getting this shot. It was certainly an excellent exercise in composition. The first time, I had included many more elements in the photo, some of them competing with one another for attention. This resulted in a very cluttered look. I aimed, on my second trip, to capture simplicity. Thus, I looked for natural borders to accentuate patterns and contrast. I specifically liked the patterning of the rails on the left, but I didn't want to just capture that. So, I decided to contrast the harsher, more rigid lines of the right half with the smoother, gentler curves of the left half.
I actually started out with a b&w conversion. I usually do all my architectural type shots with an automatic b&w conversion (I miss film!), but I ended up liking the color version more this time because of the beautiful side-lighting.
Thoughts: This shot really challenged me. I think this building is actually a hotel, I think, and so there were many, many other possible options composition-wise. There were several other type of patterns on the right side of this particular location. I think this idea of "less is more" is a kernel of wisdom that I will continue to keep in mind for future shots. This particular photo perfectly exemplifies that concept.
Also, I really like the idea of trying to isolate photographic elements, whether it be lines, shapes, or color. It really trains a true "photographic eye." Too often, we are awed by the awesomeness of a scene and forget basic composition rules. We are awed by the million different elements that compete for our attention. As a result, we end up failing to communicate whatever emotion we ourselves, as photographers, felt at the time of shooting. The ability to stay calm in the heat of an exciting situation (e.g., a spectacular sunset) and closely analyze the scene for composition is essential. This may sound like a very technical, non-artistic perspective, but I treat it rather as a blend of the intellectual and artistic. I prioritize my vision (or what I want to say) first, then I frame the composition around that basic idea. One cannot create a compelling image with only one or the other; composition must harmoniously complement the vision.
This kind of perspective might even apply to life in general as well. To notice particular compositions, one must be extremely attentive and cognizant of small details. In the same way, to live the so-called "examined life," we must also take the time to attend to and reflect, noticing how one part of our life fits in with another, or how one new experience fits in with the countless others in our past. For me, photography has taught me to slow down (especially pertinent in our current culture) and take the time to critically examine my own values. This, for me, is one of the most important aspects of what it means to live a fulfilling life.
One last wacky thought. I love trying to interpret my own pictures in some crazy metaphorical way. Maybe this picture reflects the divide between two sides: one that is filled with a stiff, unemotional life (the right side), and another that is filled with a gentleness of spirit and grace (the left side). In order to cross from one side to another, one must cross the "sea" -- a window, and more importantly, a mirror that forces us to look deep within ourselves and truly commit to change.
Okay that last part was cheesy :) Anyways. Enjoy!
Not only did the UPS man bring me a Macro lens today, he showed up about 5 hours early! So I'm outside trying to take a picture of the water drops. I backed away from the camera to throw Sheena's frisbee and when I put my eye back up to my camera...there was a fly. He landed so perfectly I didn't even have to refocus.
He must be the Macro fairy.
SD1 - Colorado Trip Refocus on the focal point of the picture, the contrast between leaves up close and the grandeur of the mountain in the distance
I'm kinda going through a weird time in my life right now so I thought I would try to refocus on my favorite things.
I love jeans that have been worn so much that they are frayed in the back...
Saturdays are the of the week when I can refocus on what I enjoy - making things - whether that's food, knitting, sewing or something else. The recipe for this soup is on the blog - it is a lovely, warming satisfying soup for a winter night.
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I started the project to try and learn how people were able to make great shots that looked like it was just dumb luck. Just stand there and snap one off, chimp and say, "Wow. How did that happen?".
I knew it wasn't dumb luck. Or a result of any particularly expensive camera/lens combination. Or as simple as, 'Set your aperture at wide open and blast away".
So for this project I tried to work on everything that I could think of that would help the shot. The shot of Laura is one where I manage (I think) to get the majority of it together. Here's what I did:
Find some nice soft light coming in at an angle. Hopefully some light for hair.
Check that the bg is just enough darker that what I'm going to light so that my subject will be the lightest thing in the frame.
Put my cheap, old manual 105mm lens on and set it at f2.8, nice and shallow, but not so shallow that one eye will be out of focus.
Fire off some test shots at heads walking past and correct exposure until I've got the shutter speed right.
Double check that my ISO is low, not still at 1600 from the dark shot before.
Wait, and try not to look like I'm lurking. Look for someone really, really interesting. Maybe good-looking, maybe with a bit of character, maybe just with a really confident attitude. Or red hair...
Approach and try to build up a bit of trust as quick as I can. Try not to come across as selling anything. Smile. Ask for a hand.
Explain the shot that I'm after. Shuffle them around so the light is right and explain how they can feel the light on their face. Demonstrate as if I'm the subject. Ask them to follow my hand with their face until I think it's perfect.
If I can, get someone to hold the reflector for me. Demonstrate what It does. Show how to feather it and exactly where to hold it so the catchlights are high. If not, do it myself.
Manually focus until the TINY little focus confirm light comes on, for an eye. Try and stop myself moving. Brace my arms and slow my breathing if I need to. Recompose.
Wait for a break in the ped/vehicle traffic. Wait for some wind. Say something so my stranger relaxes a lttle bit and doesn't look like they're bracing for impact.
Shoot. Chimp.
Think about the shot and how it could look better. Recompose, reposition, refocus. Reshoot.
Gauge how the stranger is going and whether they are up for an alternate setup. If so, do the lot again.
That was just how I go about shooting. At least as much effort went into post. Just lots of little things that added a beesdick 1% to the shot, but made it look more like I saw it on the day, and in my head.
Hopefully this shot looks like I just stopped Laura in the street, asked her friend Leah to point a reflector at her, lifted my camera and pressed the go button.
Laura is #99 in my 100 strangers project. Find out more about the project and see pictures taken by other photographers at www.100Strangers.com
Long Exposure Fireworks - refocus during exposure. Taken during Philippines' performance at the Grands Feux du Lac Leamy, Gatineau. August 17, 2013.
•Aim and refocus the searchlight, which features two movable lenses for different light dispersions
•Fire Rothut’s magic into the sky with the spring-loaded Spell Launcher hidden on the searchlight, and store extra bolts behind the lighthouse tower
Long Exposure Fireworks - refocus during exposure. Taken during Philippines' performance at the Grands Feux du Lac Leamy, Gatineau. August 17, 2013.
The place I felt the most safe and peaceful was in my garden. Sitting in the shade under the giant heads of the sunflowers brought me the respite I needed to refocus and calm my head and heart during some difficult transitions.
The flowers wouldn’t shade me completely however. My feet were always sticking out into the sunshine, like two glowing beacons of light. I would eventually be found, often too soon. A curious neighbor child would peer over the fence and ask me what I was doing. Joe, our playful black lab, would find me and tenaciously want me to through his ball. It seemed like just as I would settle into the warm earth, I would hear my daughters calling me from the kitchen window, they needed their mommy.
Sometimes I just wanted to become so small I could fit inside a sunflower and pull the pedals around me like warm satiny blankets of happy yellow sunshine. To this day I will take myself there in meditation. I cuddle into a bed of warm moist pollen and carefully wrap myself up in the soft pedals. I hear the calming buzz of nearby bees and I feel gentle puffs of air on my skin from the wings of butterflies. The air is warm and fragrant. I rest, slumber, and dream.