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Carlton Peak. I was using the remote from my camera to take our picture, but we were just a bit too far away from the camera. I kept having to run back quickly without falling down. This is the progression of photos as I manage to run back more quickly each time.
It took a lot of research and experimenting to build a remote trigger. Image © William Pekala/NPS/Nikon Inc.
Eyam, Hope Valley, Derbyshire.
A remote pub dating back to 1597 (the highest in Derbyshire, and one of only 5 properties in the hamlet) with great views over the surrounding landscape and a good downhill walk to the village of Eyam, historically important and known as the 'Plague Village' was it was where an outbreak of the plague was contained in the village after the villagers isolated themselves, with nobody leaving the village and burying any dead within the village.
The wheel was a handy little invention and so was the flush toilet but remember those dark days of yesteryear when we actually had to get off our butts and go to the tv to change the channel? yech (I managed to get Flo, from Progressive Insurance in the shot-what are the chances? )
ODC1, inventions
"pretendes que la vida
se acabe doblando
sobre sí misma
cuando realmente
conoces el viaje
hacia ese lugar remoto"
"pretend that life
folding runs
on itself
when really
know the trip
to that remote location "
(Fotografía y prosa: Emili Bermúdez)
Remote controlled Rover, I challenged myself to make a remote controlled 6x6 with all wheel drive, as small as possible, front and rear steering, suspension and as many lights as I can cram into this model as possible. This model contains 1 buggy motor, 1 pf steering servo, 1 pf v2 IR receiver, 1 pf switch, 4 sets of pf LEDs, 2 pf extension cables and 2 old school lego LED lights (for the flashing lights)
Ordered a Pro Series Wireless RF Remote by Accessory Power from Amazon.
It works okay, but I do have some cons on it.
First off, the part that receives the signal mounts to the hotshoe. It does not use the hotshoe at all, but it mounts there. So you can't really attach external flashes or anything to your camera at the same time.
My trick around this is to turn it backwards so that it sits on the hotshoe, but there is still room for the on-camera flash to pop up enough to still access commander mode for any CLS systems.
But if you turn it backwards, every once and a while, the receiver will pick up the signal, but the shutter on release. Then it will queue the signal until it can shoot again. Once it can, it will just shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot and shoot until you take the battery out of the receiver and put them back in.
But it wasn't super expensive, and you get what you pay for. Overall, it serves its purpose.
St Peter, Walpole St Peter, Norfolk
A wonderful church. East Anglia's best large church, and one of the best large churches in England. But St Peter is not just special for its size. It is indeed magnificent, but also infinitely subtle, the fruit of circumstance and the ebb and flow of centuries. There is a sense of community and continuity as well; this is no mere museum, and it is not simply St Peter's historic survivals that attract its champions. This is a building to visit again and again, to delight in, and always see something new.
How did it get to be so big? Today, the Norfolk marshland villages tend to be rather mundane, apart from their churches of course. In this curiously remote area between Lynn and Boston, there is an agro-industrial shabbiness accentuated by the flat of the land. This part of the county has a character more commonly associated with Cambridgeshire. But you need to imagine the enormous wealth of this area in the late medieval period. The silt washed by the great rivers out of the Fens was superb for growing crops. East Anglia, with the densest population in England, provided a ready market, and the proximity of the great ports gave easy access for exports. And then there was the Midlands - Walpole is as close to Leicester as it is to Norwich.
The landowners and merchants became seriously wealthy, and according to custom bequeathed enhancements to their parish churches to encourage their fellow parishioners to pray for their souls after they were dead. This was nothing to do with the size of the local population; in England's Catholic days, these buildings were not intended merely for congregational worship. The fixtures and fittings of the parish churches reflected the volume of devotion, not just the volume of people. In areas where there was serious wealth, the entire church might be rebuilt.
But here at Walpole St Peter there was another imperative for rebuilding the church. In the terrible floods of the 1330s, the church here was destroyed, apart from its tower. Before it could be rebuilt in the fashionable Decorated style, the Black Death came along and took away fully half of the local population. However, the economic effects of the pestilence would turn out to be rather good for East Anglia in the long term, and by the early-15th century churches were being rebuilt on a grand scale all over Norfolk, Suffolk and Cambridgeshire. Walpole has two late medieval churches - St Andrew on the other side of the village is very fine, but St Peter is the one that puts it in the shade.
The nave came first, the chancel following a few decades after. Eventually, the tower would also have been rebuilt, in a similar scale to the rest of the church. How amazing it might have been! We only need to look a few miles over the border to Boston to see what could have been possible. But the English Reformation of the 16th century brought an end to the need for bequests, and so the late 13th century tower remains in place to this day.
The vast church sits hemmed in to the north and east by its wide churchyard. The battlemented nave and chancel are a magnificent sight, most commonly first seen from the village street to the north. Rendering accentuates the reddishness of the stone, and the finest moment is probably the conjunction between nave and chancel; spired roodstair turrets rise to the gable, and at the apex is a glorious sanctus bell turret. The stairway on the north side is supported by a small figure who has been variously interpreted as the Greek god Atlas, the Fenland giant Hickathrift, or as anyone else I suppose.
The chancel is beautiful, but its most striking feature is the tunnel that goes beneath its eastern end. One of the features of the late medieval English Catholic church was liturgical processions, but when this chancel was extended in the 15th century it took the building right up to the boundary of consecrated ground. To enable processions still to circumnavigate this building, the tunnel was placed beneath the high altar. Such passageways are more common under towers, and there are several examples of this in Norfolk, but that option was obviously not possible here.
There are lots of interesting bosses in the vaulting, some of which you can see at the very bottom of this page. It isn't just the past that has left its mark here. The floor of the tunnel is flagged, and there are horse-rings in the wall from the 18th and 19th century when it served the more mundane purpose of stabling during services.
Views of the south side of the church are hindered by a vast and beautiful copper beech, but there is no hiding the vastness of the south porch, one of the biggest and finest in Norfolk. The parvise window is as big as nave windows elsewhere; the keys of St Peter decorate the footstool of one of the niches.
And here are some of the finest medieval bosses in Norfolk. The two main ones are the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin, and the Last Judgement. There are characterful animals in the other bosses. Figures in niches include a Pieta, a Madonna and child, and a pilgrim with a staff, pack, and shell on his hat.So much to see, then, even before you come to push open the original medieval door! And then you do, and the birdsong and leaf-thresh of the summer morning outside falls away, and you enter the cool of a serious stone space. The first impression is of height, because the vista to the east is cut off by an elegant 17th century screen, as at Terrington St Clement. The unifying of nave and tower, almost a century apart, is accomplished by sprung buttresses high up on the west wall, each carved with a figure. Here are the Elizabethan communion table, a hudd ( the sentry box-like device intended to keep 18th century Rectors dry at the graveside) and the perpendicular light through the west windows.
And then you step through the pedimented entrance through the screen into the body of the church, and the building begins to unfold before you. Your journey through it begins.
Some huge churches impose themselves on you. St Peter doesn't. It isn't Salle or Long Melford. But neither is it jaunty and immediately accessible like Terrington St Clement or Southwold, nor full of light and air like Blythburgh. St Peter is a complex space, the sum of its parts, like Cley, and yet more than them, with a sense of being an act of worship in itself. Simon Jenkins, in the often-maligned England's Thousand Best Churches, tends to cast a cold and even sardonic eye on most buildings as he passes by, but at Walpole St Peter even his breath was taken away: it is a place not of curiosity but of subtle proportion, of the play of light on stone and wood. If English churches were Dutch Old Masters, this would be St Pieter de Hooch.
The pilot may control this crane from his cockpit but also from a remote which can be fixed on the ship.
Nikon D70, Sigma 12-24.
Camera is attached to ceiling with Impact Super Clamp. Triggered by IR Remote ML-L3.
2 SB-26 attached to ceiling with Spring Clamp, and aux-powered by Nikon SD-8.
Flashes syncs with alienbees cybersync. Not a single misfire. Thanks Paul C Buff! )
Our final church of the day, St Mary's at Washbrook, close to the edge of Ipswich but still remote enough to feel like a world away. In fact so remote is this church from the village of Washbrook that it was made redundant in the 1990s and is now in the care of the Churches Conservation Trust, set as it is in its secretive rural hiding place, so elusive that I was relieved Simon was leading the way (off road along a dirt track) as this would have been a tricky one to find even armed with my usual maps. What made this trip so special however was not for once slavishly following my OS maps or for the most part having any idea what to expect at each stop of our itinerary. Simon was the best guide one could have in these parts and his itinerary had been a most enjoyable voyage of discovery for me. This mysterious and elusive little place made a fitting epilogue to the adventure.
The setting of this church is delightful, in part of a valley where the churchyard slopes down towards the building, the approach being on higher ground. The sturdy west tower beckoned us on, an austere sentinel guarding the hallowed ground beyond it. This church otherwise is a simple two-chamber structure, but has grown a little since its Victorian restoration by noted architect E.B.Lamb, gaining the present south porch and on the north side a vestry and baptistry which is all the more quirky within.
The interior feels more Victorian than medieval but interesting nonetheless. The chancel is dark and mysterious, due both to the Victorian glass and the foliate covering beyond it. The most striking features here are the rows of canopied stalls, arcading cut into the walls (rather than the usual wooden variety) with tiny carved heads between them. The design is convincingly 14th century but the finish (including the colouring) seems to be of Lamb's restoration, but to what extent do they represent what was here before? I couldn't quite except them as an original medieval feature but am hoping this is simply because they have been much renewed rather than invented. Whatever the case they are a highly unusual feature to find in such a modest a parish church.
In the nave it is impossible to resist entering the tiny baptistry that has been added around the former north doorway and contains the medieval font (though this too has been heavily reworked), another unusual and somewhat eccentric feature. There is some intriguing Victorian glass here too, most notably two small lights in the south wall of the nave entirely made of collages of Victorian studio 'off cuts' (a treatment normally given to salvaged medieval fragments, I wonder how many visitors here are deceived into thinking these are something older?).
Washbrook church is worth seeking out (some distance to the north of the present village) and is normally kept open for visitors to enjoy. We were relieved to find it still open as it was well after 5pm by the time we arrived here (we weren't the only visitors either).
Remote controlled Rover, I challenged myself to make a remote controlled 6x6 with all wheel drive, as small as possible, front and rear steering, suspension and as many lights as I can cram into this model as possible. This model contains 1 buggy motor, 1 pf steering servo, 1 pf v2 IR receiver, 1 pf switch, 4 sets of pf LEDs, 2 pf extension cables and 2 old school lego LED lights (for the flashing lights)
in Kukup, Pontian, Johor, Malaysia
Nikon Df + AF-S NIKKOR 24-70mm f/2.8G ED
nostalgic atmosphere / 昭和っぽさある
Pinnacle Windows MCE remote sitting on the cofee table. Ready for action.
Shot with Canon 5D and KMZ Industar 50/3.5
Day eighty-two of The 100 Day Project for 2021.
Yesterday's drawing is a bit wonky.
Just like life, eh?
Yesterday was calmer. Flat but calm after an emotional early morning.
Working for myself has many advantages. Amongst others, if I need to take time out for self-care, I can. And I don't need to explain it to anyone. I don't need to justify it. Excuse it. Or have an awkward personal conversation with someone I know doesn't care about me beyond the service I provide, the work I do.
I did some paid work yesterday, but I didn't have to drag a tired, emotional wreck to the desk first thing. I didn't have to worry about my manager grilling me for logging on half a second late.
I don't miss that kind of working environment. Where your bum being on a seat and fitting your real life into strict time schedules is rated higher than the work you deliver or the care you take in your job.
Let's not even start on the bullying, chauvinism, sexism and racism (the last aimed at others, not me) endured within working hours in many of my past roles. I don't miss those things at all.
So yesterday I worked as much as I could manage. Outside of that, I looked after my heart and my mind.
I winced to see damage to my youngest avocado plant today. I can only presume it was caused by the candle I lit close (but not that close) the night before to stave off the darkness of the power outage.
Later in the day, I drew my old-school Apple remote that, unfortunately, no longer works with any of my devices.
I used a 4H pencil for the initial sketch, then overdrew with a B pencil for the darker elements and shading, and an HB pencil for the rest of the outline.
Despite sketching it in plenty of time to post before midnight, I prioritised editing prospective photos for the next instalment of my long-overdue Love letters to London series.
As much as I enjoy partaking in The 100 Day Project, it can become a bit all-consuming. Especially while working part or full-time.
When I signed up for this year's project, I didn't have many commitments. So that, and other new projects, like my 'Love letters...' were no big deal to manage. But on top of paid work and life right now, it was probably a bit ambitious, in retrospect.
And the "loser" in this situation is my photography. Which makes me unhappy, as you may imagine.
I'm sure I'll write more about this in my wrap-up post once the project is complete.
That doesn't mean I have plans to "phone it in" for the rest of the project (though some of you may be wondering!) It just means that sometimes I'm choosing more simplistic subjects to take things back to basics and reduce the time commitment each day. I'm still learning with each sketch.
And I actually have more elaborate ideas for sketches once the project is complete and my sketching becomes less time-bound. Again, I'll save those thoughts for the end of project wrap-up.
I actually have some of my favourite objects in the queue to draw in the next week. So please bear with me.
Meanwhile, I hope you're all doing okay. Sending you love, if you need it. Or even if you think you don't. xx
The Comcast TiVo remote adds buttons. I don't like more buttons.
New buttons include:
On Demand
A
B
C
D
STOP
"The A, B, C, D buttons let you access shortcuts and various features, depending on where you are."
That goes again the original Apple developer guidelines from 1984. It makes the functions modal, when the preferred way is non-modal.
In fact, it would have been better if no additional buttons were added at all, and these functions were put in on screen menus.
Runway 6/24 at Brookneal,Va. Not a lot of "facilities." This is about 40 miles east of Roanoke and the geography is quite flat!
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A beautiful, remote and culturally rich country infamous for its military regime, Myanmar (Burma) has in recent years been making small steps towards democracy, with the first democratically elected government in 2015, after more than half a century.
Modern conveniences, such as mobile-phone coverage and internet access, are now common, however for all the recent changes, Myanmar remains at heart a rural nation of traditional values - though one may have hard time to find someone among the younger generation without a smartphone or Facebook profile.
One will still encounter men wearing the sarong-like longyi and chewing betel nut, spitting the blood-red juice onto the ground, women with faces smothered in thanakha (a natural sunblock), and cheroot-smoking grannies. Trishaws still ply city streets, while the horse or bullock and cart is common rural transport.
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We carefully planned our 3-weeks long Burmese adventure around 6-days long hiking trip in the remote Chin state, where we commenced our journey in the hilltop settlement of Mindat, and subsequently hiked for four days across ethnic minority villages using old footpaths and mule trails.
Besides that, Bagan was the obvious spot to spend a few days exploring its temples, and we also spent a few days more in the south around Hpa-An. Then, finally, Ngapali was the ultimate destination for our beach leisure time.