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I didn't count them until after the panorama was rendered, but this is 36 individual frames, stitched together using Autopano Giga software, of the post-sunset sky tonight.
I love capturing the view that I see of the sky.
Here, I was standing on a slight rise in the landscape of Centennial Park, the western-most park in the Springfield Park District. The sun had set, and the sky was fading to black. I started at the far right and panned to the far left, overlaying my individual frames and then stacking them for three rows.
The landscape here is flat. Any hills are few and far between. In fact, this park has a hill that was made so that it could be used for elevated picnics, rolling down the hill or sledding down in winter. Farm fields, cover most of the land outside of the city limits.
That flatness, has a quality that I have come to appreciate, and like sometimes. Times like this, give me the sense of immense space, both on the ground because of the flat land, and that gives me an uninterrupted sky.
I love this.
The seasons had changed again. Summer's glow was gone and autumns color and cold crept over the forest. The time of the Festival of Leaves was nearing. Sparrow had been preparing for weeks. Stringing leaves for for the necklaces and bracelets, putting lanterns in the trees, decorating the hollows where the dances would nave been. Every where she went she thought she saw the ghostly figures of her family and friends but they were only distant memories fading in and out. Flashbacks of herself sitting in her grandmothers lap, listening to her tell the story of the mighty leaves journey, from a new green bud to the colorful decay and then fading to nothing. She had been so young then, so long ago. Her faint memories were of the dances and fires, weaving flowers and leaves into crowns, celebration, songs, floating music. Now she stood alone in the hollow staring off into nothing. 'Where had they all gone?' she wondered, but that was the question the answer would never come. She didn't know why or how. All she knew was that when she was very young one day everyone had disappeared. Vanished like the leaves on the trees, carried on the wind. She was alone. The only forest elf left. She carried on doing what she knew, she followed the traditions, even though she should have been to young to remember them so well it all came naturally to her. She had often wondered how this could be but now she only felt comforted that not everything of her people had disappeared. She faithfully carried out the traditions for her people. She would not forget them. She dawned her crown and waited alone in the hollow for the first rays of sun. The last Sparrow.
A little bit about Sparrow
As the sun was setting there was still a blueness to the sky fading down into a rich red ball. The average time for the sunset is about fourty minutes in Taiwan.
Some color fade on Al's line up. He's got some or had some really nice stuff. He's sold a bunch of these since these shots were taken.
Jag försöker utmana mig själv att hitta en bild bland de jag råkat ta under veckan som kan passa temat. Den här veckan får #fader representeras av Theodor Kallifatides, en svensk författare vars barn fick höra att deras fader inte kunde svenska så bra?
Faders on a Calrec audio mixing desk (console) in BBC Belfast, Northern Ireland.
Taken with Panasonic Lumix 7 - 14mm lens at 7mm
St Michael, Rushmere, Suffolk
A small round-towered church set away from its village - indeed, it is closer to Mutford than it is to Rushmere. Within living memory the church was derelict and roofless, but was sensitively restored and remains in use. A fading wall painting of St Anthony is set in a window splay as at nearby Gisleham, and a headstone in the churchyard has a bullet hole through it put there by a German pilot during World War Two.
Here you see a painted index card wrapped in wax paper in order to fade what's painted underneath on the index card: a rainbow of orange, yellow and green in acrylic paint.
The wax paper is a "drop cloth" of sorts on my art table and has a delightful pattern of previous painting with acrylics.
This clump of Angel Trumpets at the Conservatory in Seattle is fading fast.
The construction of the Conservatory in Volunteer Park in Seattle was completed in 1912.
3Dec2009
I'm feeling a bit faded today. You know how some days just make you feel like that. Anyway, enough said.
strobist info:
Canon 580EXII @ 1/16 (35 mm) camera left w/ shoot-thru umbrella.
Triggered via Elinchrom Skyport.
camera info: 40D | 50mm(Æ’/1.4) | Æ’/1.8 | ISO 200 | 1/250s
Our Daily Challenge ~ THINGS WITH WINGS is the topic for Tuesday July 10
Thanks to www.flickr.com/photos/skeletalmess/ for the erosion texture.
might be on/off/away for a bit.
lots of stuff going on.
the next two weeks of work will be living hell.