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My Wolfgang Puck Dutch Oven, my favorite pot, had an explosion. I was sauteing some onions and peppers when there was loud bang followed by a second and food went flying. I rinsed the pot out and found that the enamel had blown off the bottom - all I can figure is that small holes in the enamel must have left moisture seepinand when it got hot it had a steamexplosion. I have had that pot for 8 years - oh well, time to look for new favorite.
Dar os devidos creditos, edição e fotografia: Arthur Cruz
Giving the appropriate credits, editing and photography: Arthur Cruz
Even at low tide, explosive waves continue to hammer the rock shelves south of Burning Palms Beach in the grand and beautiful Royal National Park, just an hour's drive from the Sydney CBD.
I have witnessed so many indignities visited on seagulls.
Dating back to teenage years, when dumbass boys... in our high school parking lot... fed them lumps of bread rolled tight with crystal Drano. The gulls, they said, would later explode. Which sounded pretty doubtful. But I have no doubt that... even with their legendary iron guts... Drano-fed gulls would not be happy healthy gulls.
I have other stories, but they're like that one. Sick and horrible and cruel and painful... and, worst of all, beyond my capacity to intervene.
So... years later... I felt very lucky to have a gull that visited me... outside my 7th-floor office window, overlooking the inner harbour.
The windows in that building were fixed so they'd only open an inch or two. We joked in the office that that was to keep us from hurling ourselves onto the concrete below in the throes of our daily frustrations.
But one or two inches was more than enough to slip tasty treats to my friend the gull... who came back every day... recognizable by his injured, twisted yellow beak and his one rubbery orange leg.
He and I had a pretty good thing going. After sharing my snacks and lunches, I started bringing food specifically for him. Seeds, grains, bits of meat... things I thought would nourish him. And then the long arm of the office law grabbed me.
"Thou shalt not feed gulls," I was told. They poop on the window sills. Etc.
But my guy kept showing up, and I kept feeding him.
And so they sealed my window shut.
For weeks he kept coming. And it broke my heart to see him there, on the other side of the glass... fluttering his wings and reaching out with that one rubbery leg... and giving me the "WTF?" incomprehension look.
I wish there was some way I could have explained. I wish I could have somehow communicated with him... set up a time and place where he and I could meet away from the office, free of petty rules.
But I guess it wasn't meant to be.
I still sometimes wonder what became of him.
And see him in every wild bird I encounter.
I was driving home yesterday when I saw this in the field. It had rained really badly, but there were some clouds left in the sky. The sun was shining really bright behind the clouds and it resulted in these awesome sun rays. I was like I HAVE to shoot this. Even my mom recognized the awesomeness of this shot so she drove back a bit so that I could take this shot. I must say that I had hoped for it to be a better shot, but in the end I still like it a lot :)
Actually it's an HDR from three exposure created using the auto exposure bracketing.
I FINALLY had an opportunity to do a PC exploding star cake! Heaps of fun to do.
This is an 8 inch round and for some reason the caramel mudcake just grreeeeww! So it's 5 inches high and torted with dark choc ganache
It wasn’t until a full day’s journey that they’d reached the town. The sun was just about to set. All was silent except for a chattering brook near by.
Marcurio: Well, this is it. The Hog’s Cure. What an obscure name.
Boethius: You said he was a bit crazed?
Marcurio: Well not crazed, but just odd.
Boethius: Great! He’ll fit right in.
They entered the obscure shop and a bell rang twice on the door. From the back someone shuffled and groaned.
Nels: I’ll be right with you! Just give me a second!
He came out of a back room polishing his glasses. They seemed to have a little bit of green residue on the rim.
Nels: Sorry. Had a little incident in the back. Exploding frog…What do you need? A potion? Elixir? Cure? Maybe a “cook book”? Ingredients? I have them all. If you’ve got the coin of course.
He put on his glasses and looked up.
Nels: Wait a second. Marcurio?! Is that you? You old coot!
Marcurio: The same could be said of you friend.
Nels: Who’s this?
Marcurio: This is my old friend’s son Boethius. He’s quite the coot himself.
Nels: It’s nice to me you Boethius. What can I do for you two?
Marcurio: Well, we need your help. Well rather your wisdom on the subject.
Nels: Don’t tell me. You’re looking for the sword aren’t you?
Boethius: Yes. Have others come to you?
Nels: Oh yes. I may be a little bit crazy, but I am quite wise. And foolish. Too foolish for my own good I think. A little bit too wise as well.
He said this with a little smile on his face. Both Boethius and Marcurio looked at each other and shot a look, then looked back at Nels.
Boethius: What’s that supposed to mean?
Nels: Well a couple of fellows, much like you, have come in here proclaiming their importance. So I play along and act as if I’m impressed at who they are and what they have achieved. Then they say. “Oy, old man! Have you heard of the sword of Karlamac?”
“Oh why yes who hasn’t?”
“Well do you know where it is perhaps?”
“Yes, I do!”
Nels: At this point I make up some story about how it’s lost in the great deserts of Loreos, or it be somewhere in these forests. Or maybe if they’re really “important”, I’ll send then to the Cold mountains up north.
Boethius: So, let me get this straight you’ve been sending all these knights, in the wrong direction, on purpose?
Nels: Yep.
Boethius: I like this guy. He’s got so smarts.
Nels: So would you boys like to know where the sword really is?
Boethius: Yes sir.
Marcurio: Of course that’s why we came to you.
Nels: Well, the funny story is, I don’t know where it is.
He said this with a chuckle. Again Boethius and Marcurio shot each other a look. Boethius said under his breath to Marcurio,
Boethius: You said he would know.
Marcurio: I thought he might.
Nels: But I can give you a little advice on where to start.
Boethius: Where would that be then?
Nels: Well you’d need to go to the Library of-
Marcurio: Nels. We don’t even know if that exists. It’s been lost longer than the sword we’re after.
Nels: Then you’d need somebody with a pretty good memory, and that was a couple hundred years old. I’m sorry boys.
Marcurio: It’s ok Nels. Here’s a little payment for your troubles.
Nels: Well I can’t accept this-
Marcurio: Take it. I still have a little bit of money left over from back in my day.
Nels: Sorry again boys.
And with that sorry, they stepped out of the potions shop. It was quite chilly now because the sun had already set. All the light that was left was the light from inside the homes and shops.
Boethius: Great. We traveled all this way, for nothing.
Marcurio: Well maybe not. I have a person in mind that may know where the sword is.
Boethius: Is he 300 years old too?
Marcurio: Better, he’s around 350.
Boethius head shot up. He pondered the statement for a few seconds. Then his pupils got wider, and his eyebrows started to sag down. He had a scowl on his face. Even more so the he normally did.
Boethius: No! You know I hate him. He sold me out and I was on the run for a whole month in Loreos. I had to sleep in barns with camels! Camels Marcurio!
Marcurio: He’s the only person I know who’s over 200 years old.
Boethius: He’s so self centered. And pretentious.
Marcurio: We only need him for directions.
Boethius: Fine. But he lives all the way on the other side of Lenfald. Where his “throne” is.
Marcurio: It’s a little over a 3 days travel
Boethius: Well let’s just find an inn or something because I’m not doing this trek at night. The wolves will eat us alive.
I had a fan request a tutorial for Jeremy Shafer's Exploding Envelope. I usually don't like teaching others' designs, but I had fun with this tutorial, especially at the end.
I made some firecrackers with some homemade black powder and needed a test subject. Henry was a willing and cheerful volunteer. The biggest problem I had was the residual smoke from the fuse, so I'm working on an electronic trigger to set off the black powder.
Setup for Eruption followed Ryan Taylor's excellent Water Figure Tutorial.
I forgot to shoot the setup at the time so I have recreated it.
Out of picture, my pc is running Multisine 1.74. Using the headphone output I have then connected my pc via the Mic input to an old stereo (at the the top of the picture) which is connected to the speaker.
The speaker was wrapped in clingfilm, and a small amount of a 50:50 cornflour (cornstarch)-water mix was placed on top.
Due to the small space, I could not get the legs of my Giottos MTL9361B tripod splayed wide enough to drop the camera in line with the top of the speaker. So I moved the centre column into the lateral position and hund the camera upside down off my Manfrotto 322RC2 ball head.
The lights on the landing and bedroom behind were turned off and at f/16 I ran a 5 second exposure. Using my wireless remote shutter I triggered the camera. During the 5 second exposure I activated a 0.2 sec pulse at a frequency of 120Hz on my pc and using a PT-04 wireless flash trigger in the other hand tried to time the flash to coincide with the sound. This took several attempts to time it right, and in actual fact the final Eruption shot is actually a blend in CS3 of two images in order to increase the drama.
The ghosting in Eruption is not an artefact of blending the two images, but due to some double triggering of the flashes when I pressed the remote trigger.
The pink/orange hues in the conflour-water mix of the final shot are, I think, attributable to the flashes bouncing off the bare plaster walls. This was not intended but presumably it would have helped to soften the light as specular highlights are not too much of a problem.
The final edit involved usual adjustments in LR3.6 to saturation, levels, sharpening etc together with burning in CS3 to darken the background which in the original shot I felt was distracting.
Olympus XZ-1
1/15 sec at f/1.8
ISO 200
6 mm
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