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Again it was for experimental nothing much. But if I want to reshoot this image It would tell a story, to begin with, and change it from portrait to landscape. And I only liked the sunrise.
MacGyver methods in space: successfully used shaving cream and a saw to cut a stuck launch bolt off the great EML experiment
Von McGyver gelernt: habe mit Rasiercreme und Sägeblatt einen klemmenden Bolzen im #EML Experimentmodul abgesägt.
Credits: ESA/NASA
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Experiments in producing images for use in music videos, based on the subject 'Deep Dreams One' in Midjourney.
This was a cooking experiment as a result of something I heard on the radio. The speaker said he liked to eat fresh tomatoes on pasta. His method was to slice and dice one or more ripe tomatoes, place them into a bowl, sprinkle a little sea salt and fresh ground black pepper, grate a bit of Parmesan cheese, and add some olive oil and maybe a thin slice of sweet onion. Serve the uncooked tomatoes over some pasta like spaghetti.
The onion I used the first time was a small boiling onion that I like to use for small dishes. I diced it up fine and mixed it raw in with the tomato. The only problem was that I burped onion for several hours afterward. Next time I sauteed the onion along with a sliced zucchini, and that went very well with the tomatoes. Shown here is a small piece of grilled salmon left over from the huge pieces that Leslie Anne got for our Hurricane Irma party. More about that later. Since the salmon was already cooked, I just zapped it in the microwave for a minute to warm it up. I ate a bite or two, then flaked it with my fork and mixed it with the tomatoes over my pasta. Even though I only cooked half of a one pound package of spaghetti, I had twice as much pasta for a normal meal, so I saved it. A few days later, I revived the pasta with some melted butter before warming it up in the microwave oven and topping it with tomatoes and the sauteed onion and zucchini.
So now I have a new, proven quickie meal: fresh tomatoes (plus other stuff) over spaghetti that is a lot faster than cooking up a big sauce in which I always include everything in the kitchen.
Just me experimenting with big hair and plenty of makeup.
Thanks so much for all your kindness, I really do appreciate it. xxxx.
The walls at the new Veterans Memorial park are topped with this twisting metallic structure. It definitely evokes the notion of concertina wire. I took some photos of it and although the clear blue sky behind them was pretty I didn't like the results very well. So I played with the photo a bit and after converting to B&W I went with a red color tone. I felt it suits the subject.
Have a great Saturday everyone! I'll be around to visit your stream soon :-)
Little one evening experiment at Screenprint-a-holics back in 2011
2 colour screen print on 200 grams 50 x 70 cm fabriano paper, numbered and signed in an edition of 10.
25 euro (rickb@hedof.nl)
FOV: 5" wide.
Synthetic Schröckingerite / andersonite (in plaster) on a piece of scoria.
See:
Contains:
Schröckingerite (FL Blue-green >BL/UVabc)
Shown under blue LED light and photographed through magenta laser protection goggles.
Key:
WL = White light (halogen + LED)
FL = Fluoresces
PHOS = Phosphorescent
Blue = 450nm,
UVa = 368nm (LW), UVb = 311nm (MW), UVc = 254nm (SW)
'>' = "stimulated by:", '!' = "bright", '~' = "dim"
Synthetic Andersonite on Scoria
7Nov2015
Much appreciation to Gordon Czop for the uranyl nitrate.
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18 Watt Triple Output UV lamp from Polman Minerals - Way Too Cool UV lamps
The Challenge "Romance".
Tried throwing a red silk dress up in the air and snapping a pic.
This pic works as a desktop wallpaper, but nothing more....
Experimental photography. Shooting through the bottom of a lumpy, smudged glass container for a blurry effect.
Experimenting with moving water and HDR to see how it works. I quite like the shot, just going to see if I can live with it for a while now. Approx. 9 shots in the making.
This was done with a white paper drop behind the water jar thing. I aimed a flash directly at that and then had snooted flashes at 45s aimed at the orange cube.
Model: Alexis Miller
Lighting: Bare Alien Bee 800 outside the building to to camera right shooting through vertical slats, natural light through a large door to camera right and behind the camera. That same door light reflecting off of a concrete floor.
I thought I would try my flash to illuminate the foreground plants, but forgot that I could only go to 1/250 second, so the shutter speed is a bit slow for the front of the engine. This is at the Salt Creek Trestle east of Oakridge, OR, and the train is a northbound manifest of mostly empties.
Tests and experiments around the water basin in Bristol. Each is treated to significant colour editing in Adobe Lightroom.
The memory of you emerges from the night around me.
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the dwarves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one!
Cold flower heads are raining over my heart.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of the shipwrecked.
In you the wars and the flights accumulated.
From you the wings of the song birds rose.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Pilot's dread, fury of blind driver,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
In the childhood of mist my soul, winged and wounded.
Lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
You girdled sorrow, you clung to desire,
sadness stunned you, in you everything sank!
I made the wall of shadow draw back,
beyond desire and act, I walked on.
Oh flesh, my own flesh, woman whom I loved and lost,
I summon you in the moist hour, I raise my song to you.
Like a jar you housed infinite tenderness.
and the infinite oblivion shattered you like a jar.
There was the black solitude of the islands,
and there, woman of love, your arms took me in.
There was thirst and hunger, and you were the fruit.
There were grief and ruins, and you were the miracle.
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me
in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
How terrible and brief my desire was to you!
How difficult and drunken, how tensed and avid.
Cemetery of kisses, there is still fire in your tombs,
still the fruited boughs burn, pecked at by birds.
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs,
oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies.
Oh the mad coupling of hope and force
in which we merged and despaired.
And the tenderness, light as water and as flour.
And the word scarcely begun on the lips.
This was my destiny and in it was my voyage of my longing,
and in it my longing fell, in you everything sank!
Oh pit of debris, everything fell into you,
what sorrow did you not express, in what sorrow are you not drowned!
From billow to billow you still called and sang.
Standing like a sailor in the prow of a vessel.
You still flowered in songs, you still brike the currents.
Oh pit of debris, open and bitter well.
Pale blind diver, luckless slinger,
lost discoverer, in you everything sank!
It is the hour of departure, the hard cold hour
which the night fastens to all the timetables.
The rustling belt of the sea girdles the shore.
Cold stars heave up, black birds migrate.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
Only tremulous shadow twists in my hands.
Oh farther than everything. Oh farther than everything.
It is the hour of departure. Oh abandoned one!
Pablo Neruda
Art experiment by Eve.
Blood Wolf - White Flowers Will Never Awaken You
www.youtube.com/watch?v=a1iwix4vCYM
Nikon 85 mm f/2.8 PC Micro-Nikkor
www.naturfotograf.com/85ts_review.html
Location :Barcelona