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For the next in the Compressed series, I'll be showcasing the beauty of natural structures - bubbles!
Watch it vimeo.com/28304264
I combined everyday soap bubbles with exotic ferrofluid liquid to create an eerie tale, using macro lenses and time lapse techniques. Black ferrofluid and dye race through bubble structures, drawn through by the invisible forces of capillary action and magnetism.
Time-lapse sequences: Nikon D90, Nikkor 60mm macro lens and custom built intervalometer.
Motion-control: Arduino driven scanner platform and mirror rigs
Score: Ableton Live
RAW Conversion only. Colours as shot. No Photoshop processing.
Copyright © 2010 Jacqueline Stewart Brown. All rights reserved. Photos may not be reproduced without the permission of Jacqueline Stewart Brown.
Camera: Leica M10
Lens: SUMMILUX-M 1:1.4/50 ASPH. E46 4203500
Retouch: Lightroom Classic CC 7.2
Option: VISOFLEX
Test scene.
High-quality JPEG exported from a compressed RAW file.
See the full article on Analog Senses:
www.analogsenses.com/2015/11/18/first-impressions-on-the-...
Piping system with valves for compressed air. Ended up looking very creepy and strange after processing.
Featured in Explore January 13, 2008 #287
Gear:
Canon 30D
Canon EF 24-70 f/2.8L USM
Always on the move, this is a fresh break. I love the deep blue of super compressed glacial ice. In a couple of days this amazing color will fade and become pale like the surrounding ice. Right place, right time. I felt fortunate to have seen it.
Taken from right-to-left, as I was sitting on the north side of the train, headed west.
I really like what happened when I set the camera on my phone to 'panorama' and then held it stationary against the window of the train: (from an email I wrote) "The camera accrues the image unevenly: it's looking for motion but its internal gyroscope ("accelerometer") is confused. If things aren't changing much in the foreground, the picture 'piles up' and the horizon stutters, but water or trees close-by trigger a richer capture
This was just after sunrise. Fall colours here, and lots of standing water."
How to create an encrypted zip file on Linux
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How to create an encrypted zip file on Linux
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Another common form of mine locomotive was driven by compressed air. These had a large air reservoir which could be refilled from a stationary source.
DIY Quilled Flower Locket Tutorial
Blogged: www.allthingspaper.net/2013/11/diy-quilled-flower-locket-...
The moment is heavy with unspoken words, an eternity compressed into a fleeting gesture. A mother and grandmother, weathered by years of sacrifice, pour every ounce of their love, pride, and sorrow into this final kiss. Their hands, roughened by toil, hold the daughter close, as if trying to anchor her to a life she must leave behind.
This is not just a farewell—it is a rite of passage, a silent promise that their love will follow her into the unknown. Whether stepping into the servitude of another family or the quiet halls of the monastery, the daughter carries with her the weight of their devotion, their hopes, and their dreams.
The kiss is their gift, a blessing to shield her, a final act of selflessness in a world that asks too much of women like them. And though their hearts ache with the loss, they know they must let her go, trusting that the seeds of love they’ve sown will bloom in her future.
Beneath the shadow of the ancient stone,
A tender kiss, a love deeply known.
Hands calloused, yet a touch so kind,
A fleeting embrace, forever enshrined.
Through parting tears, a silent plea,
Carry us with you, wherever you’ll be.
Into the fields or cloisters’ embrace,
Our love remains, time cannot erase.
Hands rough from labour,
A kiss before the unknown,
Love in every breath.
Stone walls stand silent,
A mother’s heart softly breaks,
Farewell to her child.
Paths now diverging,
A kiss seals love eternal,
Life’s quiet echo.