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LED taillight of a up-to-date Volkswagen
thank you all - explore 09/01/26
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let me tell you why the light looks this way
taillights both as brakelights are LEDs, both normally shining the same bright. normally the taillight LEDs are triggered as you can see above, creating a less bright light for human eyes. The car checks the function of all the lights as they are used.
in case of a malfunction of the brighter shining brakelights, the taillights can be used as a auxiliary-brakelight by shining untriggered ( => brighter) when pedal is hit, but still shine untriggered when brake is not hit.
quite a good idea - and quite a nice effect for photography.
by the way. thanks for liking this lucky shot. i also didn't knew that it would be like this before shooting it by chance. the intention of this shot was to get a picture like this one
David's flashlight collection
*note for some reason, this is the second man's flashlight collection i have been privy to recently, it's a trend
Took a picture of a flashlight lens and for the lighting, I used a UV lamp. The camera didn't seem to like it much :) .
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It is amazing how a SIMPLE flashlight has gotten complicated these days. I suppose that this way if a bulb goes out, there is no worry about not having a light, as the others are still lit.
Getting this shot was not as easy as I thought it would be. It took a couple dozen shots before I got the light centered just right.
Also, this was the flashlight I used to light the wineglass shot from below in my other Macro Mondays shot...
In the end, I guess this was another example of a simple (?) circle!
As always, thanks for your visits, views, comments and faves!
Not sure why exif did not show on this image.
Was taken with a Canon 6d, Tamron SP70-200 f2.8 DI VC USD. F9, 1/50 sec, 160mm, ISO 1000. Lighting was Yongnuo Led, with several led flashlights, Also used Kenko extension tube.
After we put batteries in her flashlight, Laurel ran all over the house shining it into nooks and crannies. In this photo, she's looking into the gap between the armoire and the wall in the living room.
Konica pop (late) with Kodak Colorplus. Developed and scanned by AG Photolab. Dumfries, January 2019
I came back here for the first time in about 23 years. It doesn't look any different from any other back stairs and basement entrance in Chicago, but this one was the scene of my most harrowing experience as a Chicago Police Officer. It wasn't when I was lying in the middle of Cicero Avenue, watching my squad car burn, or waking up from a coma to find out I was paralyzed...no, it was here.
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I'm working the Midnight Watch with a rookie. Kenny has taken the night off, since we are temporarily without a recruit, just waiting for the next batch of recruits to come out of the Training Academy. The Kid I'm working with tonight has just finished his field training with another FTO, but he has yet to finish his probationary period, which means he cannot work by himself, or team up with another rookie.
I'll be doing the driving tonight. He is not that familiar with this Beat, and I want to make sure we can get from here to there if the shit hits the fan. Besides, this is My Beat.
We spend some time getting acquainted, taking about some of the situations he has encountered thus far, working with some of the other officers on the Watch. All in all, he seems to be a good Kid, definitely better than some of the recruits I've been getting lately.
About an hour into our shift, we're talking and sipping our coffee, as I give him the grand tour of my Beat. It's a cold, quiet night, the streets are deserted, and Zone 7 radio is virtually silent as well.
We're eastbound on 68th Street now, when I spot this guy running in the opposite direction. I flip a U-turn and pull alongside. He's wearing army fatigues,and he appears to be clutching something with his right hand, but, whatever it may be, it is hidden from view, tucked underneath his jacket. Judging by the way he's holding it, I figure it's probably a car-stereo, or a similar component he's ripped from one of the cars in the area. This would certainly fit the current crime pattern in this area, now that Crack has become readily available, and junkies need more and more cash to feed their insatiable addiction.
Meanwhile, this guy keeps on running. Driving alongside, I call out to him, and he looks at me, but doesn't slow the pace. I call out to him to stop, but he only increases the pace.
"This guy doesn't look like a recreational runner," I tell the Kid. "Let's see if we can grab him."
In my mind, I'm plotting an intercept course that will allow me to cut him off at the mouth of the next alley. If everything goes according to plan, he'll knock himself silly when he runs into the side of the squad car.
Now there's a car coming from the opposite direction, so I hit the switch that activates the oscillating headlights, hoping he will yield us the right of way. "Fat chance," the asshole keeps right on coming, and I have to let him pass before I can make the left turn...
Apparently, our fugitive also had his sights set on that same alley, and he makes the turn before I can. I'm right behind him now, debating whether I can justify running him down with the car, but it's already too late for that option.
He suddenly veers to the right and runs down a flight of stairs on the west side of the alley, which presumably leads to the basement of a large apartment building. I hit the brakes, and throw the transmission into Park, just as the Kid jumps from the car and takes off after our suspect.
"Fuck." The Kid is young and strong, but we've only been partners for an hour or so, and I have no idea how he will react in this type of scenario. Eager to catch up with the Kid, I jump from the car as well, and run around the back of the squad car to get to the basement stairs.
It's only five or six steps from street level to the basement entrance, and then another five or six to reach the basement floor. Along the way, I pass underneath a bright flood-light, right before entering the near total darkness of the basement itself.
"Flashlight." I left the fucking flashlight in the car, and I can't see a fucking thing. I can hear the muffled sounds of a physical struggle off to my left somewhere, but I can't see a damn thing. I'm cautiously moving in that direction,as I'm waiting for the second or two that it will take for my eyes to adjust to the dark, but two seconds is an eternity when your partner may very well be fighting for his life.
I have my S&W 45 semi-automatic pistol in my right hand, and I'm feeling my way through the seemingly empty darkness with my right, trying to make contact with the two men who are in here somewhere...
Suddenly, there's a bright t flash, followed by the muffled "poof" of a gunshot. Under normal circumstances, it would have been a deafening sonic boom, but with mind and body now in survival mode, all visual and auditory impulses are slowed down and dampened, so that a gunshot sounds like the distant pop of a champagne cork. At the same time, I can see a double flash, but it appears to be directed off to my right, so I hold my fire, at least for now.
These flashes tell me something else as well, although I do not fully appreciate its tactical implications at that very moment: the gunfire is coming from a revolver. When the hammer strikes the primer, and that in turn ignites the powder charge inside the cartridge, and the bullet is propelled forward, leaving a flash of burning gasses inits wake. This flash becomes visible as the bullet passes the gap between the cylinder and the mouth of the barrel, and a second time when the bullet exits the muzzle.
I raise my 45, ready to fire, but who am I really aiming at? The flashes in the dark raise more questions than they provide answers. Someone is obviously firing a gun, but which one? Is it the guy with the army jacket, or is it the Kid? Did the Kid lose it somehow, firing at an unarmed man because he's resisting arrest? God knows, stranger things have happened. On the other hand, it could easily be the bad guy firing at my partner. Could he have disarmed my partner, turning the Kid's own gun against him? Of course, I know the Kid had his duty weapon going into the basement, something I cannot say about the guy with the jacket. Given the direction of the one shot fired thus far, I have to consider the possibility that it is in fact the Kid who fired his service revolver.
Probably the greatest fear shared by all police officers, is that they might shoot and kill their own partner by accident. At this point in time - December 1990 - I know of two such cases within the Chicago Police Department, and I'm not eager to make it three.
The first gunshot is now followed by a second and a third, and these muzzle flashes also continue to point away from me... My gaze is now locked in on these muzzle-flashes like a laser beam. Such tunnel vision is also part of the body's survival mechanism, by focusing only on that which threatens our very existence...
A fourth shot is now fired, and it is directed a t me! It must have been the bad guy all along, firing the first three rounds at my partner, and now firing the fourth round at me, giving me the green light to return fire at the only target I can identify: the last muzzle-flash. I squeeze the trigger and the big gun launches a 185-grain hollow-point bullet at 1200 feet per second, followed by an enormous fireball. Then, as I bring the recoiling weapon back on target, I hear a sound that instantly grips my throat with fear: it's the Kid's voice, screaming out in pain, and the screams are coming from the direction in which I just fired my weapon.
My 45 is in single-action mode now, the trigger requiring only the slightest squeeze to launch another fireball, but I now have to control my weapon, and hold my fire, even as rounds five and six are now fired at me. These two rounds somehow miss my head, perhaps because I have instinctively lowered my body into a combat firing stance. When I sent my one and only round in his direction, it must have startled or blinded him in turn, causing his last two rounds to go high.
Then, there is silence...complete, total silence, until I hear the sound of my own voice over the radio: "321 Emergency...Shots Fired!"
I call out to the Kid to make sure he is okay. He tells me he has been shot in the leg... In my mind, I can already picture his leg, torn apart by that devastating Remington round.
"321 Emergency...Police Officer Shot, get me an ambulance over here!"
"What is your location 321?"
"Make it 6815 South Indiana in the rear...in the basement."
"Ten-four 321, help is on the way and Fire is rolling."
By now, my eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness. We are in a space of about 30 by 30 feet, and the Kid is lying alongside the west wall, on top of a pile of broken glass. He's holding his left leg, obviously in pain, and he tells me that he's been hit twice. There's no sign of the shooter, and all I can see in the place where he'd been, is another doorway, leading to more darkness. Could there be a way out from there, or is he trapped, waiting for us in there, ready to finish us off?
I get back on the radio and give the responding units a basic description of the offender, just in case he's running loose out there.
I know I have to go out to the car and get our flashlights, but I do not want to leave the Kid defenseless, just in case the offender is still around and decides to come this way to make his break for freedom.
"Where is your gun," I ask.
"It's still here," he says, pointing at his holster, "I never got the chance to take it out."
"Alright, take it out now, and if anyone comes through that doorway, shoot the motherfucker. I have to go and grab our flashlights.'
Back at the car, I can only find my own flashlight, and run back down to the Kid. I take a quick look at the Kid's leg. There are two small entrance-wounds, one in the back of his left thigh, the other one in his left buttocks, and there's very little bleeding. Obviously, these wounds were the result of a small caliber weapon, and I can stop worrying: I did not shoot my own partner.
Now, I can focus on the offender, but, even with my flashlight, I can find no sign that he was ever there: no spent cartridges, no blood trail for me to follow, nothing. I counted his shots, and I know that he fired six rounds. Combine that with the absence of shell casings, and I'm quite sure that he's armed with a revolver. Since it appears to be a small caliber weapon, it raises the possibility that it is a high capacity .22 or .32 caliber weapon, some of which can hold up to 9 rounds. Even if it holds only six rounds, I have to proceed on the assumption that he has access to more ammunition, and, God knows, he's had plenty of time to reload his weapon.
Now I'm ready to go in after the shooter. Before I go, I tell the Kid again: "If anyone other than me comes through that doorway, light him up."
From the relative safety of the doorway, I can see the adjacent room and quickly realize that there is no escape from there. While it's reassuring to know that he could not have escaped, it is more than a little disconcerting to know that he is in there waiting for me, with every intention of killing me, and finishing off my partner. We are all that stands between him and his freedom.
The second room is about the same size and shape of the first, but it contains a lot more stuff. To my left, there is a locker with a wooden door, and there's a row of chicken-wire enclosures on my right, which would make it the west wall. Those chicken-wire enclosures couldn't possibly conceal anyone, so I move on...
Next, I come to a brick wall that juts out from the west wall for about three feet, running parallel to the south wall...for no apparent reason. All this time, my heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the blood pulsing through my veins. I'm holding my flashlight with my left hand and my 45, now back in double-action mode, in my right, while my radio is abuzz with incessant radio traffic, with cars calling the dispatcher, or us directly: "Where is 321? What is your location 321?"
Now the dispatcher chimes in ass well: "321 what is your location?" Fumbling with my flashlight to get to my radio mike, I repeat our location yet again: "6815 S. Indiana, Squad, in the basement, right off the alley. Look for our car, it's still sitting there with the lights flashing."
Now, I need to turn my attention back to that wall. With a single flashlight in otherwise total darkness, and with a bad case of tunnel vision, things are not necessarily as they seem...
TO BE CONTINUED...
Flashlight Horror
Nick Perla
8/2/08
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High key photo of an old 4D Garrity flashlight. My first try
Strobist: One Neewer TT560 manual 1/8 at background behind the flashlight optically triggered. One YN-565 also at 1/8 35mm right of camera triggered with YN-603N. A car sun protector as reflector on the left
Strobist Sundays - needs a battery (well, two cells in this case)
Don't recall where I inherited this old flashlight from, but I like the way it looks. For this shot I wanted to feature the incandescent bulb since I am really into LED flashlights these days. So, taking the next logical step, I used LED flashlights exclusively to light this. I bounced them into a super-simple tent...a piece of paper taped to the table in an arch.
Had to do this simple and fast. Been up all night laying out an annual report, it was a few hours past Sunday midnight (deadline for Strobist Sundays), and there were a other things on my to-do list.The most time-consuming thing was getting the old flashlight to stay on when horizontal....urgh!
Lighting info below.
The DIY light is built into an AC power pack (VPX3101) with its guts removed. I'm just using the housing and battery contacts. Here it's shown next to the VPX1401 flashlight it replaces.
February 5th--I got home today and was about to start going through some of my photos and what do i find-- Flashlight man editing his own pics!!!---great job buddy! Thanks for the help---i needed a day off-
Flashlight holder beside the entry door... super-convenient, and I always know where our flashlight is!
Laurel didn't realize I was following her on her flashlight expedition and turned around when she heard me in the bathroom behind her. I love how her hair flies out when she turns quickly.
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