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This shot was an accident. I hadn't meant to photograph a bubble popping. It was a very happy accident though. It showed me that it's possible to photograph a bubble bursting!
There's some editing here to bring out the popping effect on the bottom left. The editing is curves adjustment, a sharpen, some highlight, and saturation.
I didn't think the relatively slow shutter speed of 1/200 would capture the bubble popping, but it has. Take a CLOSE LOOK at that bottom left hand corner. It's weird alright! It looks like it's imploding. I'd suspect that the whole process of popping happens in 1/100th of a second - it's just too quick to see. So, to have it popping while still being able to see the reflection - it's a rare moment!
The strange thing about popping, I think, is that it's neither really an explosion or an implosion (I might be wrong on this though), because the air inside isn't a higher or lower pressure than outside. Does that make sense. Maybe it's ever so slightly higher, but surely it can't be much higher, as the soap/water film is just that, a very thin film. It's more a peeling or unzipping!
Another vista of ice breaking up along the Upper Mississippi River.. @ Coon Rapids Dam Park Reserve ~ Anoka County, Minnesota.
The ice pack on Lake Michigan shows signs of breaking up as the end of a very bitter winter draws near. Shelf ice encases sand and shoots skyward more than 20 feet above the surface of the lake.
I have to admit I did a very stupid thing to get this shot. For years I have told anyone who would listen about the dangers of shelf ice and to never go on it. When I arrived at Lake Michigan on Saturday there were people standing all along the high ridges of the shelf. The ice shelf is at least 100 yards from shore and above deep water. People have fallen through soft spots on these before into Lake Michigan with no way out. It's amazing how lemming like we can be in these circumstances and think "Everybody's doing it." I followed another persons footprints out and stayed on those and convinced myself that was okay.
My wife reminded me on my return that it was not. But at least that means she still wants me around. I think....
AOP Student Award Competition 2009
For months i has been pondering over the idea of building an entire set inspired by "Get Carter". This competition allowed me the opportunity to do just that. I created the entire set from scratch with the help of a set builder. This was about attention to detail, with the right model being the finishing touch.
The key is backlighting.
Strobist: bowens 1000w espirit camera right behind model, 1/2 power through barn doorns for rim. bowens 1000w espirit camera left behind model about 9 ft up,1/4 power through grid spot. white polyboard 4ft from model for fill.
A crescent moon over Lake Michigan as the shelf ice continues to melt and massive pieces calve off and crash into the lake. This happened right in front of us this morning.. talk about starling!
If you look closely you can see how the ice is eroding from the bottom of that point. The sheer weight eventually causes huge pieces to collapse into the water. This almost spelled disaster for a young woman yesterday who was in the wrong place when one of these pieces let go. She went into the lake and had to crawl out onto the now floating piece of ice. She was very lucky that a friend of mine heard her calls for help as it was getting dark. The fire department finally arrived and rescued her as hypothermia was setting in. I'm going to be a lot more cautious myself going forward.
I know I'm in danger of becoming a bit religious here, but I think the title fits well with this image. It was a magical atmosphere when the sun suddenly broke through the heavy clouds. I was a bit unlucky with the landscape below, but decided to include it anyway. Without it, the impression will become so much different.
I believe this bird is a Lana Falcon, just thought I would do something creative with it rather than add just a bird in flight.
LGW London-Gatwick in September 1975 Due to Gatwick being closed due to fog G-ARTA found herself at Heathrow, & once the fog cleared, a ferry flight was made to Gatwick with all going well until the final approach. A misinterpreted command from the captain had the co-pilot pulling the spoiler-speed brake; this action sealed TA’s fate as they were still several feet above the runway; instead of the graceful landing VC-10s made, it dropped like a stone.
The extent of the damage done by this small error did not come to light until the aircraft was parked and a chance to inspect the outside of the aircraft. The profile of RTA showed several deep creases in the fuselage underside just forward of the wing. RTA sat for a few years awaiting its fate. This small error on January 28th, 1972 put an end to the career of this once graceful airliner.
"Feel free to get angry. Get upset. Just don't throw your drink at me"
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HTT!
Clouds are interesting - they only appear a certain way for an instant. If you don't capture it then... they've changed and the moment has passed.
Taken from the Blue Ridge Parkway, crossing the James River, shortly after the rain stopped and the clouds began to break-up…
Photograph taken just before an almighty storm on a biblical scale hit hard, at 16:02pm on April 20th 2012 off California Road on the shoreline of California Beach, California between Caister on Sea and Winterton on Sea on the North Sea in the county of Norfolk, England.
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Nikon D7000 155mm 1/200s f/13.0 iso200 RAW (14Bit) Handheld
Nikkor AF-S DX 55-300mm f/4.5-5.6G VR. Jessops 52mm UV filter. Nikon MB-D11 battery grip. Two Nikon EN-EL3 batteries. Sandisc 32GB Ultra Class 10 30MB/s SDHC. Hoodman HGEC soft eyepiece cup. Nikon GP-1 GPS unit.
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LATITUDE: N 52d 40m 17.80s
LONGITUDE: E 1d 43m 26.92s
ALTITUDE: 7.0m
RAW (TIFF) FILE: 46.30MB
PROCESSED FILE: 9.60MB
Here we see the past filled with its bright shining memories, but who knows what the next stairs will bring. All we have is now.
(too bad this photo came out with some noise because of the the stairs motion and the high ISO - these are some outdoor stairs that by night have a really poor illumination, but this situation was such a nice metaphor of relationships that couldn't resist to upload it)
Clever poster for Shells' performance at Joe's Pub - www.joespub.com/caltool/index.cfm?fuseaction=detail&p...
Wake up exhausted and cold. Six inches of snow outside. A to-do list beginning to feel a mile long. Then you notice a rough tutorial a photographer you follow posts, and you decide you'll play around with the technique. Next thing you know, it's 7pm and all you've had on the day are three cups of coffee and cigarettes and lots and lots of dubstep.
8-5-2022 - The Ramla Bay Hotel, Ramla Bay - Malta.
Once a favourite hotel of mine when staying in Malta, shown here being demolished, to make way for a more modern building. There are due to be 3 new structures erected, similar to the one at the left of the image.
In this image, you can see that demolition of the older hotel is well under way. All the windows and railings from the balconies have been removed. The huge gap in the middle is where the reception of the hotel once was.
In front of the gap is the old dining room (top floor) and indoor pool/spa area (bottom floor).
A shame to see a well loved and used hotel being reduced to rubble. I hope the new one proves to be as nice as the last!
Last week, along the Waterfront Park shoreline in Bath, an expansive field of thinning and fractured ice sheets shattered the sounds akin to breaking china dishes, wind-driven pass stranded layered ice structures that had been pushed up on shore, the latter with the exception of a few icicles, remained substantially dry in the still freezing air, giving the expiring winter a few more breaths.
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August 1st, 2009
LONDON - A retired senior Brit banker has decided to live on a deserted island for a month in a bid to quit smoking. Geoff Spice, 56, from Surrey, started smoking 43 years ago while working as a paperboy, after stealing some cigarettes from the shop where he was working.
Spice has now decided to become a castaway on Sgarabhaigh, a 40-acre uninhabited island in the Outer Hebrides, and the former managing director for NM Rothschild, the top London investment bank, will have to camp outdoors as there are no houses.
Sgarabhaigh, which means Cormorant Island in Gaelic, also has no electricity or water supply, and so he will rely for fires from driftwood and a camp stove and bottled water. The island has plenty of sheep on it, but is free of rabbits, and Spice has decided against fishing.
“I’m a bit apprehensive now that the time is almost here about spending the month on the island by myself but I’m determined to see it through,” the Telegraph quoted him as saying.
“Today I’m going to have one last cigarette and give the rest of the packet to my wife and get on the boat to the island.
“This is my last chance. I’ve been smoking 30 a day as usual but I think I can crack the habit.
In order to do away with boredom, he hopes to be able to learn to play the guitar, and he will be taking with him an iPod that contains the text of 120 books. The other items of necessity that he will be taking are a mobile phone and a computer, and both will be powered by a photovoltaic solar cell, which will also have a wind-up handle as a back up to generate electricity.
Dave Hill, the island’s owner, has arranged for Spice to be dropped off on Sgarabhaigh and picked up a month later. “If he rings to say he cannot stand it without a cigarette we will ignore it until it gets to three calls. He must have time to reflect on his decision,” Hill said.
Spice had previously tried nicotine patches and gum, a self-help book and going cold turkey in an effort to kick the habit, but nothing worked.
The former banker first considered staying on an uninhabited island a decade ago, when he was living in Australia, but was worried about the spiders and snakes there. He found Sgarabhaigh by Googling ‘Uninhabited Scottish Islands’.
“I’m hoping that my plan will work, I’ll stop smoking and my month on the island may lead to many years of extra life that I’ll be able to spend with my family,” he added.
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August 25, 2009
Banker abandons Hebridian exile after success in quitting smoking
Howling winds, relentless rain and plagues of insects have persuaded a retired merchant banker to abandon his exile on an uninhabited island in the Hebrides, although he claims to have achieved his objective and finally given up his habit of smoking 30 cigarettes a day.
Geoff Spice, 57, from Ashstead, Surrey, began his “cold turkey” treatment on August 3 and planned to finish next Tuesday. Having smashed his personal record for non-smoking — nine days is the longest he has gone without a cigarette in more than 43 years — he said he had no further need to endure the privations of Sgarabhaigh in the Sound of Harris.
It would take a harsh judge to accuse Mr Spice of wimping out. For three weeks, this former senior executive with N M Rothschild & Sons has lived without electricity or running water, in a £60 tent. He is expected to leave his temporary home as soon as the weather allows. Which could be tomorrow. Or any day in the next month or so, the storms of the autumn equinox permitting.
Mr Spice has admitted that he is at the end of his tether, after almost constant buffeting from gale-force winds, and a series of minor calamities that have deeply impacted on his quality of life among the hardy black-faced sheep who remain his only neighbours.
“I just could not take another force nine and I feared for my life the last time. I’ve decided to come off early. I can’t take this weather any longer. There is a strong, cold wind and I’ve had enough,” he said.
“This whole venture has cost me £800 and if I remain off smoking it will be the best £800 I have ever spent. I would have spent that money in a few months on fags.”
It was the weather which finally scared him off. Eight days ago, Mr Spice wrote: “I heard Prince Harry is back on the fags. He should try this for a week — it’s tougher than the SAS! It was terrible. The wind sounded like the roar of a jet engine. There are ten guide ropes holding this tent up. Four of them broke in the wind. I was one rope away from the tent being blown away. My survival was literally hanging by one thread. It was pretty scary stuff.”
But Mr Spice claimed he had been vindicated by his adventure. “I do feel I have cracked the smoking side. Staying any longer would have only proved a point about my survival on an island.” he said.
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A BRIEF ESSAY ABOUT AL GORE
PERHAPS SOME OF US ARE...too critical of Al Gore and it is time to review our sentiments. He served his country in the military; he has had his share of personal tragedies and has been able to deal with them.
He served our nation as the Vice-President for two terms and would have been quite competent to take the helm at any time. He ran a fantastic campaign for President and just when he thought he would be taking the oath of office, all hell broke loose and his dream evaporated. A little pissed, for sure. Nevertheless, I do believe the counts were right.
And when, after all was said and done, he became environmentally inspired and developed a kind of theory about a global warming effect, which in my view is absolute nonsense, and felt it was his duty to make the planet a safer place. He has, in the process of promoting his theories, made one great big bundle of cash, thus relieving any of us taxpayers from ever having to bail out Al Gore. And whom among us would not trade our checking accounts for his.
Thus, I hereby promise to look at Al with a more positive attitude, but I will continue to disbelieve that polar bears are endangered and hope that he will soon learn to accept the truth about the myth of global warming. My admiration for Al, however, might diminish somewhat if my heating and cooling bills double anytime during the next few years.
By Robert L. Huffstutter
Last week, along the Waterfront Park shoreline in Bath, an expansive field of thinning and fractured ice sheets shattered the sounds akin to breaking china dishes, wind-driven pass stranded layered ice structures that had been pushed up on shore, the latter with the exception of a few icicles, remained substantially dry in the still freezing air, giving the expiring winter a few more breaths.
The roller-coaster antics of a drama queen can put you on overload, and wipe you out.
They’re the Sarah Bernhardt of energy vampires. They have a breathy flair for exaggerating small incidents and make them off-the-charts dramas. Life is always extreme, either unbearably good or bad. They spend l...
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I had to go through that horrible cathartic period of an aching soul even though I was the one to end the relationship. Delving deep into the psyche and allowing an almost primal "kill or be killed " instinct to guide me I was finally able to exorcise my internal demons that kept enabling my emotions and heart to nearly overpower the neceassary rational action that I had to take. Fuck Love! ... its just a second hand emotion but a powerful drug that hooks all of us
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We all tend to neatly order our lifes by dealing more with the simple emotionless facts, the this or thats, the rights or wrongs of a dreary banal existence instead of dealing with the more intrinsic volitile emotions and feelings that cause us to act out in ways that often scares us. Why? Is it because love is often messy and horribly painfull? Is it because we all have different definitions of love? Or is it more primal and thats what unsettles us?...... Love to some is simply security, a meal ticket and a comfortable place to rest your head. To others its a deep connectivity of senses and emotions to someone other than ourselves. Neither is wrong and then again neither is right. its like the old adage of 2 ships passing in the night. If your ship just happens to meet up with another on the same itenerary then BINGO you just won the lotto but then again those are odds I dont think are stacked in our favor. But back to living our lives by fact or fiction. Although facts may define who we are and our pasts, its love that blazes color outside the lines of our otherwise dreary existence, its what drives us to think and act from the heart in unimaginable ways and adds the nuances that enrich all of us. Hell yes Love hurts and you betcha it can and it will break your heart more then once. It can even drive you to the edge of darkness..........but to attempt to live a life without love, to organize our feelings as facts instead of taking that chaotic rollercoaster of primal emotion that fuels our passions and recharges our souls then hooks all of us like wide eyed junkies is a life I simply couldnt live. Could you? To truly Love just once, and be loved......if only for a moment, makes it all worthwhile. I Loved you Paul and I always will. and Thanks for the ride............ but its time!
While I was at it, I added a gradient to the sky.
Well I know that I'll get through this
'Cause I know that I am strong
And I don't need you anymore
No, I don't need you anymore
Oh, I don't need you anymore
No, I don't need you anymore
An open ended idea for one of my finals this semester.
I wrote this when I was living in Detroit and think it goes well with the photo. I'm glad I don't feel this way anymore.
I have never felt isolation like this. I want to turn my heart into a glacier. It’s because of my heart that I feel this, disgusting sadness. It hungers for first kisses and fingertips. It craves stoic eyes and a necessity to share a secret. My heart is stupid. It makes me do things that I would never do. Limb from limb I leap for love only to capture loneliness in a bottle. So fleeting I tell it. It pays no mind. Sneering, it’s after the one. That perfect golden goddess. That unobtainable white whale of a gal that unfolds men, even in October. The kind of woman that liberates the very soul of men that were built to sink. It will go to the ends of the earth. Till my clothes turn to nothing and skin turns to leather. It pays no mind. Sadly, it is simply stupid.
I could blame this city. But it would do no good. If it wasn’t for the graft, corruption and violence, it wouldn’t be any fun any way. Hmmmm. So emotive this muscle is. And with such disdain this tissue leads me. Such a futile pursuit for happiness, yet it wakes men once a life time each. Still, I want to hang this hunger, and leave it for dead.
Stupid.
Photos from last summer in MN that I just found again.
I was being a bit of a voyeur, I know, but I was so curious about this young couple who appeared to be breaking up. I tried to capture that sad goodbye, in which the young man still wanted to hug and work things out but the young woman was sad but through trying. He eventually walked away with no words.