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Given time, patience and lots of caffeine, a bit calculation helps. :)
For my friends whom setting hpfc debate on fire:
and likely,
Chilk2411(Peaceful Lullabies...♫)
[https://www.flickr.com/photos/ann_nguyenphotography]
JohnNguyen0297 (busy - on/off)
[https://www.flickr.com/photos/chongkin]
[https://www.flickr.com/photos/garthimage]
[https://www.flickr.com/photos/writing]
And any friend I may miss whom is interested in this conversation. Our Flickr circle has been idle for a long time. If I'd miss your name, my apology. Please jump in. :) Thanks.
Because it isn't flat. Should have been, as per my calculations.
From 2 pentagons.
My real crocus is facing a snowstorm today.
Merry Christmas to you all !
I invite each of you to connect to the child in you. Getting back to the nativ spirit without profit, calculation, economy, or anything related to the so called "civilzed" world.
Just you and the elements.
Enjoy !
This was one of the very lucky snapshots of the full moon view from Alameda. The calculation was a little bit off with the Transamerica pyramid height. Luckily to see it with some clouds. :)
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#moon #moonlight #sanfrancisco #fullmoon #sf
This buck had a family going and when I went back a couple of times I didn't see him with his family. I conclude it was shot and killed.This is his last photo by my calculations.
I first started chasing low fog at the Golden Gate Bridge in 2011. At first it didn't matter what the sky looked like, as long as the fog was so low that the top of the bridge towers could be seen. Then I started to get pickier: I wanted the fog so low that it was just at the level of the deck of the bridge. And of course, then I wanted the ultimate: low fog *and* beautiful high thin clouds. I've photographed low fog at the Golden Gate Bridge many times. I've also photographed beautiful sunrises there; one thing I had never photographed was both at the same time. For 5 years all of us have watched, waited, and prayed it would happen.
I spent Friday evening celebrating 7 years of friendship with Sammi; we went out to dinner, got drinks, and relaxed with a movie. I happened to check my work messages and saw one of my coworkers post that there was log fog at the Golden Gate Bridge. I partially ignored it - I was having a good time and I didn't need to go for yet-another fog day. At 1am, debating if I should stay up playing games, I happened to check my Escaype app and noticed it was a 100% chance of a beautiful sunrise with 0% chance of it being ruined. The perfect conditions! I better get to bed!
In my race to get to bed I completely botched my calculation for when I needed to wake up. When I finally woke up at 4:30am I realized my mistake - I was going to miss the conditions I had waited so many years for. Thankfully no cops were waiting to pull me over as I raced along the highway, clearly breaking the speed limit. Looking to my right as I drove, I noticed the pre-sunrise burn had already started. I was missing my conditions! I arrived at Hawk Hill just before the clouds burst into peak color, ran up the hill and started firing away. I had missed the blue hour conditions that I so desperately wanted but did manage to capture this. Oh well - guess I'll just need to wait another 5 years and not sleep through it next time!
Pretty much every photographer I knew was there too. It was great seeing you all and reveling its beauty!
Nikon D800 w/Nikkor 24-70mm f/2.8:
36mm, f/11, 0.5 sec, ISO 100
Viewed best nice and large
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“Everything that is beautiful and noble is the product of reason and calculation.” - Charles Baudelaire
Macro Monday project – 05/11/15
"5 (five)”
Chinon CP-7m
smc PENTAX-M 1:1.7 50mm
AGFA APX 100
No lightmeter used. I made calculations before.. The calculated exposure with reciprocity failure of the agfa apx100 at two days before fullmoon was 8min@f/2
After seeing [https://www.flickr.com/photos/pieter-post-lego] his G12, I inspired me to improve the Baureihe 56.20. I completely redid the calculations for the proportions, making it more accurate to approximately 1/45 scale. This meant changing the distance between the drivers and making her slightly taller. This gave me more room to improve the boiler and details above the drivers. Some inspiration was taken from FLBRICKS recent WIP photos. The PU L-motor is now located inside the boiler, making it possible to look through the locomotive beneath the boiler. Personally, I like the details to be slightly oversized, we're working with Lego after all! Finally, I redesigned the tender, making it smoother and slightly larger, for easier access to the battery box.
Although she can no longer go through R40 curves, I think the MOC is a lot nicer to display. I still might change some things, but that's for the future. It was hard to not take too much inspiration from [https://www.flickr.com/photos/pieter-post-lego] G12 which is a masterpiece. Especially since the G8.2 and G12 are very similar IRL. But I still tried to still keep it my own build.
I'll take some nicer, more detailed photos soon!
Let me know what you think!
Rangefinder camera for 35mm film , made in Japan , in the 1960s . With Selenium light meter (still responding) . Exposure calculation assistance on top , around the rewind knob .
Due to differences in the calculation of fiscal horsepower, the cars were given different names.
the 7CV became the Light Twelve
the 11CV became the Light Fifteen or in long wheelbase version the Big Fifteen
and the 15CV became the Six Cylinder or Big Six.
(citroenet.org.uk)
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My heart pumps through my shirt while I make it to the door that exits into my living complex’s cellar. I hurry and run through it, going upstairs and stuffing a bag of clothes and supplies. The blaster and holster that my father usually carries on his person just sit there on a table, and I hesitate before grabbing them and placing them on my hip. I sling my bag over my shoulder before running back down into the caverns.
Now’s the tricky part. Where my father has the Silver Fox parked is a new docking station that doesn’t connect to the tunnels, so when I get out there, it’s going to be a bit difficult with troopers patrolling everywhere. I push open the door that leads to a market alley near the docks and slowly peer out, making sure no troopers are near. For five seconds, I’m able to dash out and hurry along the silent alleyway. There aren’t any civilians around. I’m assuming that everyone was rounded up, either to be interrogated or killed. Either way, it isn’t what they deserve. I run past closed shops and go to turn a corner. In an instant, I stumble back as I collide with something solid. It felt like...armor. I turn and jump to my feet as I see two troopers standing there, alerted to my presence.
“Hey, you!” one barked, reaching for his rifle, “Where’ve you been? Everyone else has been sent to the square. We’re going to need to see some identification papers.”
I look between them, thinking. If I go with them, I’ll probably be killed. But if I don’t, I’ll still be killed. This could be a problem.
“Come on, kid,” the other cooed while reaching his hand out, “Nothing bad’s gonna happen. Just come with us and everything will be okay.”
My mind starts racing as I think. Without any hesitation, I glare at them as my shoulder begins to slacken, my mouth forming into an angry growl.
“Liar.”
I throw my bag at the one with his blaster out, causing him to be stunned and fall. The other one starts to reach for his weapon, but I fly towards him and slam the back of my hand against his helmet, disorienting him. I kick up and place my foot onto him, pushing off his chest and watching as he crashes against the wall and slumps over, unconscious. Something behind me groans, and I turn around to see the other trooper get up, turning up to look at me. He goes to stand up and aim his rifle at me, but I pull out my blaster and take aim. His arms immediately fly up in a surrender and begins to whimper.
"H-hey, kid. Look. I-I don’t want any trouble. Let’s just get this all settled down, okay? I mean, all we want is to keep the peace.”
He slowly reaches down to his helmet and takes it off, revealing an older man with a messy beard. I can tell he was frightened. Sweat dropped from his forehead in liters and his eyes were practically bulging out of his head. I watched as he tried to spit out some sort of excuse to keep me from shooting him. I...I can’t do this. It’s not right. No. What they did isn’t right. They’ve done nothing but spread fear and terror. Not a single one of them wants peace. All they want is oppression and death.
“I had peace. You all took it away from me when you killed my father.”
I squeezed the trigger and watched as he fell to the ground, a smoking hole showing where his brains once were. My hand went up to my mouth as I tried to hold back the bile making its way up my throat. After getting sick, I grabbed my things and ran to the dock. There it was: the Silver Fox. My dad designed her with spare ship parts from old war fighters. It’s about the size of an Imperial Shuttle, but with twice the speed and firepower. The ship hummed to life as I ran in and started to prepare everything. I went into the cockpit and started to turn on the main engines. My hand glossed over the radio situated next to the controls. I hesitated and switched it on, scanning the channels. It was built with a scrambler and decryption device to hack into Imperial radio frequencies without alerting them to our presence. Finally, I find one that’s clear enough to where I know it’s a local channel.
“There’s an unmarked ship trying to take off in Dock 8, Officer Corporus,” a voice cried out over the radio. I gulped. They must have been watching the docks to catch any runaways. Suddenly, I hear someone reply. Someone with a cool but stern voice.
“That’s the Fox. My brother must have made it out. Make sure he stays there until I arrive. Is that clear?”
“Yes, sir.”
My heart skipped a beat as crimson bolts rattled the ship. I raised the shields and pulled down a small screen. It showed a compressed image of the area outside the Fox. I grabbed a control stick and began pushing it to the side, rotating the camera until it revealed the targets: a half dozen troopers firing down on me. A sigh escaped my mouth as I flipped a cap off the control stick, revealing a silver button. My finger lifted itself onto the button and slowly pressed it. In an instant, the troopers were thrown around like toys as a blast of energy struck them. I shut off the weapon and began finishing the preparations before raising the ship off the ground and speeding out towards the atmosphere. Once I was up there, I plugged the coordinates to Dantooine and began the hyperdrive process. An emerald beam flies by me. In the distance, I can see Imperial fighters heading towards me. I maneuver between the blasts while keeping the same course. Once the calculations were finished, I pulled the hyperdrive panel down and sat back as I watched the stars around me turn into bright streams of white light.
I walk to the back where my dad built some beds in. My jacket falls off as I drop myself onto one. In an instant, I’m shaking as tears fall down my face and onto the pillow. Mom died years ago thanks to the Emperor turning his back on those who protected the galaxy. Dad’s gone, another victim lost to this sick regime. My brother is an evil sack of Bantha excrement. Then there’s me. The rebel. The “traitor”. The murderer. Those troopers...what have I done?
A calculation of the gravitational binding energy of the planet Jupiter from Poisson's equation.
Just to prove to myself I can still do this stuff 44 years on...
Il primo giorno di primavera? Quest’anno non sarà il 21 marzo ma il 20 marzo. Nessuna sorpresa: è stato così anche nel 2016 e nel 2017 e in futuro la data si sposterà ancora in avanti.
Il momento esatto dell’equinozio
Secondo i calcoli degli scienziati basati sulla rotazione terrestre il momento esatto in cui comincia la primavera quest’anno arriva alle 17:15 di martedì 20 marzo. E’ il momento dell’equinozio, cioè quando notte e giorno, o meglio la durata del periodo di luce e quello di buio, sono identici. Da quel momento il periodo di luce comincia ad allungarsi rispetto a quello di buio (succede l’inverso a partire dall’equinozio d’autunno).
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Io ho sempre visto la violetta spontanea profumatissima in coincidenza con aria di primavera.
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la viola mammola (Viola odorata) spontanea nei boschi. nei prati, lungo le siepi; ha foglie ovali, a forma di cuore, con margini dentati, lungo picciolo e stipole ovali; i fiori sono di color violaceo o bianchi, molto profumati, hanno un lungo peduncolo e fioriscono all'inizio della primavera; essa viene coltivata in numerose varietà, sia a scopo ornamentale, sia per estrarne un olio essenziale utilizzato in profumeria.
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The first day of spring? This year it will not be March 21st but March 20th. No surprise: this was also the case in 2016 and 2017 and in the future the date will still move forward.
The exact moment of the equinox
According to the calculations of scientists based on the rotation of the earth the exact moment in which spring begins this year arrives at 5:15 pm on Tuesday 20 March. It is the moment of the equinox, that is when night and day, or rather the duration of the period of light and that of darkness, are identical. From that moment the period of light begins to lengthen compared to that of darkness (the inverse happens starting from the autumn equinox).
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I have always seen the spontaneous scented violet to coincide with spring air.
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the violet mammola (Viola odorata) spontaneous in the woods. in the meadows, along the hedges; has oval leaves, heart-shaped, with toothed margins, long petiole and oval stipules; the flowers are purple or white, very fragrant, have a long stalk and bloom at the beginning of spring; it is cultivated in many varieties, both for ornamental purposes and for extracting an essential oil used in perfumery.
I was a physics and mathematics double major, but I never assume I know more than anyone else. But I sure know what I am doing, and how to check and recheck my work before publishing my work.
So when someone asks me to check the calculations because my math is wrong, this is the face I get. And then I gladly and politely show them real-time, in front of all the people they called me out in front of, how the math is correct, they just don't like the result. They are not the same thing.
Theme: Working Conditions
Year Sixteen Of My 365 Project
By estimating the length of their trails in this image (around 8cm) and taking account of the exposure (1/110 th second) it works out at approximately 8.8 metres/second
Trujillo is a city, with a population of 20,780 (2020 calculation), and a municipality on the northern Caribbean coast of the Honduran department of Colón, of which the city is the capital.
The municipality had a population of about 30,000 (2003). The city is located on a bluff overlooking the Bay of Trujillo. Behind the city rise two prominent mountains, Mount Capiro and Mount Calentura. Three Garifuna fishing villages—Santa Fe, San Antonio, and Guadelupe—are located along the beach.
Trujillo has received plenty of attention as the potential site of a proposed Honduran charter city project, according to an idea originally advocated by American economist Paul Romer. Often referred to as a Hong Kong in Honduras and advocated by among others the Trujillo-born Honduran president Porfirio Lobo Sosa, the project has also been met with skepticism and controversy, especially due to its supposed disregard for the local Garifuna culture.
Christopher Columbus landed in Trujillo on August 14, 1502, during his fourth and final voyage to the Americas. Columbus named the place "Punta de Caxinas". It was the first time he touched the Central American mainland. He noticed that the water in this part of the Caribbean was very deep and therefore called the area Golfo de Honduras, i.e., The Gulf of the Depths.
The history of the modern town begins in 1524, shortly after the conquest of the Aztec Empire in an expedition led by Hernán Cortés. Cortés sent Cristóbal de Olid to find a Spanish outpost in the region, and he established a town named Triunfo de la Cruz in the vicinity. When Olid began using the town as his base for establishing his own realm in Central America, Cortés sent Francisco de las Casas to remove him. Las Casas lost most of his fleet in a storm, but he was nevertheless able to defeat Olid and restore the region to Cortés. Upon assuming control, Las Casas decided to relocate the town to its present location, because the natural harbor was larger. At the same time, Triunfo de la Cruz was renamed Trujillo. His deputy, Juan López de Aguirre was charged with establishing the new town, but he sailed off, leaving another deputy, named Medina, to find the town. In the coming years Trujillo became more important as a shipment point for gold and silver mined in the interior of the country. Because of its sparse population, the city also became a frequent target of pirates.
Under Spanish rule Trujillo became the capital of Honduras, but because of its vulnerability the capital was changed to the inland town of Comayagua. The fortress, Fortaleza de Santa Bárbara (El Castillo), which sits on the bluff overlooking the bay, was built by the Spanish around 1550. Nevertheless, it was inadequate to really defend Trujillo from pirates—the largest gathering of pirates in history took place in the vicinity in 1683—or rival colonial powers: the Dutch, French, and English. The town was destroyed several times between 1633 and 1797, and during the eighteenth century, the Spanish all but abandoned Trujillo because it was deemed indefensible,
When Honduras obtained its independence from Spain in 1821, Trujillo lost its status of capital city permanently first to Comayagua, which lost it to Tegucigalpa in 1880. From this same period onwards, Trujillo began to prosper again.
In 1860, the mercenary William Walker, who had seized control of neighboring Nicaragua, was caught and executed in Trujillo by orders of Florencio Xatruch. His tomb is a local tourist attraction.
American author O. Henry (William Sydney Porter) spent about a year living in Honduras, primarily in Trujillo. He later wrote a number of short stories that took place in "Coralio" in the fictional Central American country of "Anchuria", based on the real town of Trujillo. Most of these stories appear in his book Of Cabbages and Kings.
Credit for the data above is given to the following website:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trujillo,_Honduras
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Numbers, letters, lets look at the blueprints. Puzzles, messages, lets look at the plan. Encrypted, decrypted, encoded information, the cipher of the decipher of the text. Predicted, restricted, classified information, the data of the metadata of the context. What are the algorithms, the sequences, the calculations of the code of the Beast Mode? What is the linguistics of the morphology of the syntax of the semantics of the schematics?
The coming apocalypse, the four horsemen of the apocalypse. The prince of darkness, the Mark of the Beast. Mystery Babylon, Babylon the Great. The battle of Armageddon, the second coming of Christ.
Psalm 75:8 “In the hand of the LORD is a cup full of foaming wine mixed with spices; he pours it out, and all the wicked of the earth drink it down to its very dregs.”
They control the information. They control the information flow. They collect the information. They run the data through computer models and simulations. Data is the future. Those who control the data will control the future. In fact, you could say: Those who control the data will know the future. The more AI advances, the more it can predict the future. That’s why those at the top think: if we can predict the future, we can control the future. Well, that’s what they think. In reality, they can’t see their own future demise. They can’t beat God. They can fight against Him, but in the end they will lose.
Technology speeds up time. Not that time itself speeds up, but that more can be accomplished in the same amount of time. “But you, Daniel, keep this prophecy a secret; seal up the book until the time of the end, when many will rush here and there, and knowledge will increase.” Technology has allowed us to “rush” here and there. Technology has caused knowledge to increase. The coming technology will change the current landscape forever. “The end will come like a flood.” As time speeds up more and more, these crazy technological ideas/goals will come in quickly and take many by surprise. The globalists have this goal in mind: to usher us into the Fourth Industrial Revolution. What does this mean for humanity? It means transhumanism: 666 the Mark of the Beast.
Isaiah 26:20-21 “Come, my people (bride), enter your chambers (wedding chamber), and shut your doors behind you; hide yourselves (in the Lord) for a little while (7 years) until (God’s wrath/Tribulation) the fury has passed by. For behold, the LORD is coming (second coming of Christ)out from his place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity, and the earth will disclose the blood shed on it, and will no more cover its slain.”
Blue-hearted Daisy!
Think about it: most Daisies you know of whatever color have a yellow or orange 'heart'. Felicia heterophylla, True-Blue Daisy is one of the few exceptions. It was first described under the name Agathaea celestis - Heavenly Excellence - by Alexandre Henri Gabriel de Cassini (1781-1832) in 1817. True-Blue went by a number of other Latin names for a century and a half until Jan Grau in 1973 sorted out the entire genus Felicia.
I suppose it's fitting to call it 'heavenly' for more than only an aesthetic reason. In 1751 the great French astronomer Nicolas-Louis de Lacaille (1713-1762) had traveled to the Cape of Good Hope to study the southern heavens. He spent literally all his nights - together with only his little dog Gris-Gris - cataloguing stars; in the end some 10,000 of them, and he named new southern constellations (some 14) as we still call them today. Besides doing his calculations during the day he also e.g. at Mamre, the former Groene Kloof - I quote the English translation of his notes for 8 to 10 August 1751 - 'amused myself shooting some birds and collecting some local flowers'. These flowers and others too he sent back to the Jardin des Plantes in Paris. Cassini later described our Heavenly Blue in 1817 on the basis of that 'packet of dried plants sent from the Cape (by Lacaille, RP) a long time ago.'
Lacaille seems to have been something of a loner and he hated public adulation. Tiny Syritta pipiens, Thick-thighed Hoverfly, is a loner, too. But it's not sticking its tongue out at you but rather for pollinic sustenance stolen from the blue pistil of Felicia.
The previous residents of our room had left their mark with some mathematical calculations. Composed a great view with the sunlight at 7.30 AM.
Manual exposure, this one - with no conscious calculation; rather just "feeling" what would work. I'm rather pleased.
(More musings from my dairy).
When my grandmother was a young woman, she met some young deaf men in Saint Kilda, Melbourne Australia. They drank beer and had a party. There may have been a board walk involved.
I try not to follow politics to much, you must do so many calculations to be involved in any real and meaningful beneficial way.
A couple of years ago senator Pine raised cutting back on university funding. I had relied on it to study computer aided biochemistry and saw red at the possible outcomes. I tempered my language and said that it would change the fabric of Australian society. The unedited version went along the lines, “l used to have a deaf friend, and she would probably be happy not to have heard that have heard that sh#t”
That might be close to saying l have black friends, but it is not.
She once wrote on a piece of paper, because my signing was so bad, that even if she could be cured of her deafness she didn’t want to be. She didn’t want to hear.
Sometimes l can’t blame her.
I once caught up with her and her brother at the Saint Kilda MacDonald’s, she was in an 80s tube dress. She had a smouldering hourglass figure and had Grecian hair that was wonderfully wild. If l had of been single and she asked me out, I would have worn a Santa hat and a present ribbon if that would have made her smile.
I brought her up in a conversation with a teller at the bank while doing a transaction. The teller was missing her hand. She was very pretty but too young for me, but l was always interested in what her story may be. l asked her one day what happened to her hand, I said l hope l am not being inappropriate. She said it was fine and that she was born that way, she said it was not very interesting, I said l doubt that. l replied, l once had a friend who was Greek, she could not hear from birth, and that I thought Aphrodite had cursed her, because she was jealous. I have never forgot her 80s tube dress. I was not flirting with the teller, she was at work and that would have been inappropriate, but it was a consideration of my friend from years earlier, and a principle that my grandmother had taught me.
At Uni we were discussing the Vietnam war at the time, and agent orange children came up in conversation. I considered if the teller was a consequence or a victim of that war, or possibly a victim of thalidomide . Her age kind of matched up to that of a Vietnam vets’ child. I was constantly being prompted to be political at university, and I was very annoyed at the political side stepping, done when abuses of feminism were raised. Applications of feminism that had in my opinion damaged the feminist movement. I had said multiple times, l need a little red book to be here. I couldn’t recite any political mantras. And years latter l still can’t.
So, l thought of doing something political. But not as prompted by other students. It is not that l didn’t have time for their cause, they had no time for me. The discussions we had on war produced a consideration of doing a piano performance.
We had discussed woman who wore red dresses and shaved their heads when they got married. I had no idea what it signified, and I told the class I always get stuff wrong. I thought that it could symbolize, red for blood, or the uterine lining that carries the baby when a woman is pregnant. But in the end l had no idea.
I had wanted to do a performance with the teller. I knew it would be profoundly affecting for her, if she was physically incapable of carrying a baby, dew to the effects of agent orange. But l wanted to remind everyone of the cost of war. A friend of mine affected me once, she went to Vietnam and volunteered in a children’s shelter for those suffering deformities from agent orange. It produced vivid visuals when she recounted the condition and conditions of the children. Innocent Victims of a war they were never involved in.
I considered something that others may see as radicle, l considered wearing a red strapless dress and playing piano while the teller stood there looking at me.
I had been lifting weights, had a shaved head, muscular thighs like a body builder and large arms. So, the dress might have looked comical, but my physic looked quite brutal. My body would have contrasted the gentleness that l can sometimes play a piano with. It was not to symbolize a supposed submission to her, as some in class had interpreted the wearing of the red dress and the shaved head. It was not intended to exploit her. It was to emphasise the fact that l had no children of my own. One way or another l had also been a victim of a war fought with chemistry, the result being that l would never have children.
Back to my grandmother, who also never had children. l had thought about it for years, what could have happened at that party at Saint Kilda, the one with the deaf young men. I concluded that the only regrettable thing that could have happened is that they never heard her. I had considered writing breath heavy, but it seemed inappropriate. Ironically, I am sure my grandmother was more than appropriate. She always said they were very nice young men. My grandmother isn’t around to berate me for it though. She had quite a presence, she used to wear trousers and walk into the workers, or men’s bar, if she felt like it, in an era when that would have been quite shocking. My grandmother was physically beautiful when she was younger, with a composure that never left her. Go Nan : )
The old slide-style fire escape on the side of the Merseyside Maritime Museum at the Albert Dock, Liverpool, England.
A bit of experimenting with the Photoshop "calculations" tool at work here. Plus some curves work and some brightness/contrast with selective masking.
1on1architecture group's PHOTOS OF THE WEEK [POW] 17/10/08
Photography- is a great concept of science, psychology, and calculations of math hiding behind the scenes. It all depends from what angle of view you are looking at it because perspective could shape your further opinion. When I was told that photography worked in terms of capturing light, I was fascinated and in my further experiment I've tried to find out if it was actually true.
Setting up my camera on “Slow Shutter Speed” mode for sixty seconds using tripod I've actually captured the waves of light. The funniest thing was that in order to actually capture the light I had to first turn off the light and work in the pretty dark environment. Time was a limit; creating top and bottom part while moving around a hand with a flashlight involved skills and precision. However, results turned out not bad.
106/365
The final shot in my 10 stop ND Filter experimentation. I like the results
of these, but i found the setup tedious, im not a big fan of tripods and
exposure calculations!
I may do some more in the future, perhaps next time a visit the coast
somewhere.
hit “L” for a more spectacular view!
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Are 11 hours of hiking through the night worth this photo?
I really asked myself this question as I stood at the summit of Fuji-San in Tokyo, Japan. Me and three friends started around 8 pm at the bottom of the volcano. We hiked up the whole night until we arrived at the summit around 5 pm. Gasping for air I stood there and watched the spectacular sunrise above the pacific.
I can tell you the sunrise was majestic and definitely worth the hike! The bad thing was the descent. We arrived in a really aggressive mood around 14 pm at the bottom. You can or cannot imagine the scene.
The whole night there was the stress of hiking and after you got the present of seeing the sunrise you still have to hike down at temperatures close to zero degree with the fine stones that lash into your face and through your Jeans.
I am not sure if I would do the trip again but in the end it was worth it. So I possibly would :)
Besides this is one of the advanced shots. As the clouds are moving really really fast you are not able to do HDR techniques here.
The clouds they destroy the whole HDR calculation. As I browsed my shot I found 2 that are possible to be processed. One of them you see here.
The boundaries of a Raw file can be seen in the clouds at the foreground.
You see that in the parts of the image where the sun does not shine it is really dark. You cannot restore the parts from the file.
A gradient ND Filter might help here.
These days Flickr is like therapy for me. I am writing my Master exams and there is a lot of work. I don’t have that much time for photography. But after every test, like today, I upload a shot.
Also thanks for commenting, faving or showing love on my recent images. I read everything you guys write and try to come back to your streams as far as time allows.
Ben
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Hmm.. I've been thinking of what to write here.. for like AGES. Believe me. I had the whole thing planned out; how it would look, what I would talk about, whom I would thank, blah blah blah. But the thing with me is that.. I forget. :D
Gawsh.
A whole 100 Days are over.
When did I start this project? Wait, Lemme check.
Ahh.. 20th of September.
100 Days project ended on the 4th of January.
Wait, is that a full hundred days?
Gawh, I'm bad at math, so I'll leave that calculation to the Einsteins in here :)
What I've realized is that even though there are times when you just wanna throw away your camera just because you feel you're not good enough for it or because the pictures you take suck.. Doesn't mean you gotta give up. What's that everlasting saying about trying?
"Try and try until you succeed."
Well, I didn't so much as succeed as blow myself to death.
But I did learn, right.
There are so many things, ways, pictures that I have tried out, by just looking staring, at YOUR awesomeness!
1. I've tried light leaks. here and here and there are a couple more scattered around my stream.
2. Over exposed something and made it look presentable.
3. Tried Light Painting.
4. I've given a sort of "burnt" feeling to one.
5. Underwater feeling to another.
6. I've rotated a picture in a weird way.
7. Did a photoshoot on Friendship <3
8. Put text on a photo in a different dancy way.
9. I've had my friends turn into models and taken portraits of 'em.
10. Given that sorta "Aurora" look to one and total bokeh to another.
11. Tried out close up macro shots for the first time of droplets.
12. Gotten a Black&White photo with grain.
13. Taken a shot of an animal.. first time ever! :D
14. Gone bubbly
15. Ventured into the Fog.
16. I've been wacko with Sun flares <3.
17. I went on so many Roadtrips and looked at countless landscapes.
18. Done a total SOOC Push.
19. Taken a total horror and creeepy picture.
20. Played with Mirrors.
21. Held a Print Giveaway
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And so much more.
But most of all, I've met you Flickr-roos.
Dang you guys.
You have no idea how much you all have helped me over here. Yes, all of you.
You, you and YOU.
So much.
Seen me through thick and thin, and congratulated me on winning our Photography Contest.
And damn, just being there and showing your existence.
Flickr made me share so many other things other than just my photos. I've heard music from different parts and loved them, met challenges. But mostly, I've changed so much, as a person. I've made friends, gotten wacko flickr-mails. And even met people on Facebook and had humongously extraordinary chats with them! :D I've realized how I much I love taking photos of people. People laughing, crying, playing and even dancing! I've been in awe at the landscapes all around me. Tried out new things and liked some of them and thrown the others down the dumpster.
100 Days doesn't seem to be such a big thing and maybe thats because its a.. well, a Hundred Days. But I feel like I've accomplished something. Something that has taken me higher, given me a sort of, position in my life. It feels good to have known that I finished a 100 days, without stopping or just coming to a halt or something like that.
I could've started a 365 instead of the hundred days, but the problem was that I couldn't get a Pro account. So in the end, I had to settle for the 100 Days. Maybe in the future, maybe later, who knows when, I might just ask my dad to get me a pro account :]
Sigh.. I just re-read this description again and dang.. It feels.. awkward!
Meehhh..
Anyways, I wanted to thank my friend, Adeeti (I think I've mentioned her quite a lot now! :D) who risks everything for me. She sat on the edge of our terrace and basically dangled her feet in the mouth of death ( -___- ). No. Seriously! Gawd, I love that girl! <3
Oh oh oh oh and omg omg omg.
We went to Muscat yesterday. To the beach, to be more specific. And damn, I love the editing I've done to the pictures I captured here. OMG, I just wanna go crazy and upload all of them right now! Mehehe :D But that won't work, obv! You guys need some suspense to keep you hanging!! xDD
I love all of you, believe that. And I'm so thankful to be on Flickr and to have made friends with You guys. To have talked with you, checked you out (xDD), stared in awe at your pictures.
And someday, I hope to be as good as you <3
`Nikita. <3
Ps. Now that the 100 Days are over..
Shit. WHAT AM I GOINA DO NOW?!?!?!? o.O
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This is one of three pictures on a page labeled "July 1951." The house in the background is where we lived (at 1927 Kenton St.) in Aurora, CO. This picture says "Some handsome people!"
I have no idea where I was at this point, but it's safe to say that I was not the one who took this photo.
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Some of the photos in this album are “originals” from the year that my family spent in Denver in 1952-53 — i.e., the period before Omaha, before Riverside, and before Roswell (which you may have seen already in my Flickr archives). I went back nearly 40 years later, as part of some research that I was doing for a novel called Do-Overs, the beginning of which can be found here on my website
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/index.html
and the relevant chapter (concerning Denver) can be found here:
www.yourdon.com/personal/fiction/doovers/chapters/ch6.html
Before I get into the details, let me make a strong request — if you’re looking at these photos, and if you are getting any enjoyment at all of this brief look at some mundane Americana from 60+ years ago: find a similar episode in your own life, and write it down. Gather the pictures, clean them up, and upload them somewhere on the Internet where they can be found. Trust me: there will come a day when the only person on the planet who actually experienced those events is you. Your own memories may be fuzzy and incomplete; but they will be invaluable to your friends and family members, and to many generations of your descendants.
Actually, I should listen to my own advice: unlike my subsequent visits to Roswell, Riverside, and Omaha I did not take any photos when I tracked down my old homes from the 1952-53 period in Denver. I did locate the second house, and I was stunned to see how it had changed over a period of 40 years: as you’ll see in the photos in this album, it was a new house, under construction, when we moved in. The only “trees” were a few scrawny saplings that my Dad planted in the front and back yard. 40 years later, the trees towered above the house … but the house itself seemed tiny, in comparison to what had seemed like an enormous mansion to an 8 year old boy.
While most of our residential occupancies last just a single year, the period in Denver lasted roughly two years. But it felt almost like two separate cities: first we lived in a rented house in the Denver suburb of Aurora; and then we moved into a new house that my parents purchased somewhere on the south side of Denver. So, as usual, I ended up going to two different schools, and developed a fairly superficial set of friendships with two different groups of kids.
So, what do I remember about the two years that I spent in Denver? Not much at the moment, though I’m sure more details will occur to me in the days to come — and I’ll add them to these notes, along with additional photos that I’m tweaking and editing now.
For now, here is a random list of things I remember:
1. While living in our first home, I finished off my second-grade school year. I did reasonably well in school on most subjects — it was a couple years later, in Roswell, that I announced at breakfast that I had mentally calculated the number of seconds in a century, in the hope that it would help me fall asleep. I rattled off the number, and when my Dad repeated the calculations on his slide rule, he shook his head and told me that I had forgotten to account for leap years. Anyway, in Denver, my 2nd-grade teacher told me I had a much more serious educational problem: my penmanship was atrocious. The school authorities insisted that I spend the summer practicing penmanship, and strongly suggested to my parents that the *real* problem was that I was left-handed. Several attempts were made to make me start writing with my right hand — all of which were dismal failures. I eventually gave up on penmanship, and began printing everything … a habit that continued until I was given a hand-me-down manual typewriter by my parents at the age of 12.
2. The summer of 1951 was hot and humid; and like many other families in the area, my mother took me and the older of my two sisters (the other one was born a year later) to a large public swimming pool (it seemed enormous at the time, but it was probably pretty small). Anyway, it was a great breeding place for germs of all kinds; and sometime in the late summer, everyone but my mother came down with polio. We were all taken off to three different hospitals; and the neighbors were so panicked that my mother might be infectious that they stopped speaking to her altogether. Miraculously, all three of us had gotten the least-virulent form of polio, and we all recovered sufficiently within a week or two that we could come home. I was fairly weak for the next couple of weeks, and had to take a hot bath every day; but aside from that, none of us suffered any no permanent effects.
3. It was late 1951 or early 1952 when we moved into the house that my parents had purchased in another part of town; I remember that my younger sister was born there on St. Patrick’s Day. As usual, I was allowed to wander anywhere I wanted, on foot or on bicycle, as long as I came home on time for dinner. One day I took a long section of rope, climbed way up into a tree a mile or two away from home, and then way out on a long sturdy branch. I tied one end of the rope around the branch, and then wrapped another part of the rope twice around my (left) hand. I swung down from the branch, intending to descend in an orderly fashion, just like I had seen firemen doing it in the movies. Unfortunately, it didn’t work: I slid helter-skelter to the ground, landing in a heap, and the rope around my hand cut through the skin, almost through the tendons, and all the way to the bone. I had to have my hand wrapped in bandages for the first month of my 3rd grade school year; and once again the Authorities tried to use the opportunity to get me to use my right hand for penmanship. Once again, they failed.
4. In the summer of 1952, I was sent off to a sleep-away camp for two weeks, somewhere in the mountains of Colorado. I have no idea why, but it was a lot of fun … until I was thrown off a horse and knocked unconscious. The camp authorities decided there was no reason to inform my parents, though my parents were rather curious when I subsequently refused to climb up on a horse wherever we went. They also noticed that I was limping when I came home from camp, which the camp authorities had apparently not noticed; I had hiked all the way to the top of a mountain with my fellow camp-mates, and I had a rock in one of my boots. It caused a blister, which got infected, and I was probably lucky that they didn’t have to amputate my foot. All in all, the camp experienced was deemed a failure, and I was never sent away again.
5. I got my first slingshot in Denver. It was not a “professional” Wham-O slingshot with natural rubber and ash wood; instead, Dad made one for me from a Y-shaped chunk of plywood, and with strips of rubber from an old automobile inner tube. I thought it was the most amazing thing I had ever seen — and immediately began shooting at every bird I could see on a telephone wire or branch of a tree. I never did hit a single one of the. (By the way, Wham-O eventually went on to achieve even more fame with its hula hoop, frisbee, and hack sack. You can read all about them here on the Internet: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wham-O )
6. The next best thing, besides a slingshot, was the top of a coffee can. They tended to have fairly sharp edges, but if you held it carefully and threw it just right, it would sail for miles and miles … at least it seemed that way. It wouldn’t return to you, a la boomerangs (which every kid had heard about, but none had ever actually seen) — but it was just like throwing a flying saucer. Unfortunately, coffee-can-tops were not readily found, especially since we kids never drank any coffee. We had to wait patiently for our parents to finish off an entire can of coffee, and then scoop it out of the garbage can when it was thrown out.
Although a bit slow, Brian's natural flare for the slide rule enabled him to perform calculations with a grace and elegance that were the envy of his fellow science classmates with their electronic calculators.
For Macro Mondays theme 'Back in the Day'.
No snails or slide rules were harmed in the making of this photograph.
Reddy is an amateur volcanologist. By his calculations, Mt. Rainier should blow during his lifetime. Reddy figures he will have about 5 seconds to capture the blast before pyroclastic rocks pepper him. Or, he may luck out and the explosion will result in lahars (slurry of mud and boulders), in which case, Reddy should get some pretty good footage. It really doesn't matter to Reddy as long as he witnesses something!
Gig Harbor, Washington 2017
Sometimes, I make some calculations about where and when I should be to see something special. The moment I am there, and it happens exactly as planned, gives me a wonderful thrill. In this case, it's a great emotion that pierces the world all the way through, to other side of the world...
Emozioni d'occidente
Qualche volta mi piace fare dei calcoli su dove e quando andare in un posto per vedere qualcosa di speciale. Nel momento in cui sono lì, e capita esattamente come previsto, provo un brivido profondo di soddisfazione. In questo caso, è un'emozione che trafigge il mondo da parte a parte, verso Ovest.