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With rain approaching, having overhead cover will prove to be a plus for this lifeguard on duty along the coast of Cancún, Mexico.
Nikon D7500, Sigma 18-300, ISO 200, f/11.0, 18mm, 1/400s
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A macro view of a calculator keypad depicting fuzzy math and murky numbers. The frame represents a span of one-inch.
This was one of the most boring-looking calculators I have ever seen in my entire life; I bought it for $1 at a Dollar Tree store. And when I put it under the lens it looked even worse. In fact, the closer I looked, the less photogenic it got. I have a theory that every subject has magic, it just needs to be revealed. Well, it took me more than 200 shots, with varying lenses and light configurations, to "reveal" this scene that you see here. I hope you like it...
Strobist info:
The scene was illuminated by one Nikon SB900 speedlight with snoot attached, placed 11- o'clock, slightly above camera level, and fired in Manual mode @ 1⁄32 power.
The SB900 was triggered by two PocketWizard Plus X triggers.
Lens: Helios 44M-4 f2/58mm with 20mm extension tube attached. (The aperture was f2, rather than the f3.5 that is listed in the EXIF).
This photograph reflects how I feel at the moment.I am doing GCSE maths which I really don't like. I feel that the stress time and effort of doing this is sapping my creativity.In the scheme of things it's nothing.
Some people say "Maths is Fun" but some say not. I think No-one is wrong because that is the way you look at it. I personally think "Maths is Fun"
Your math teach will look askance at you if you insist that two is greater than four, and for good reason. But I know of at least once situation where two (as in feet) really is greater than four (wheels). It is the math of snowpacalypse. I can also tell you that one stalled car plus one stalled car quickly equals infinity. Or there exponential relationship between inches of snow and time of travel. I love math, especially blizzard math.
Last year's snowfall was pretty incredible, an opinion no doubt influenced by the fact I was above the traffic, not in it. To be fair though, I chose to park well before I got caught in traffic and walk the rest of the way before things got too messy.
Will we get another such snowfall this year? I have heard predictions that claim we will, but I'm skeptical. This was a once-a-decade snowing for Portland, which isn't to say it won't happen two years in a row... but probability is an area of mathematics that I spend less time in. I can tell you though that if we do, the number of exposed rolls of film I will produce will be greater than zero.
Pentax 67
Kodak Tri-X
Me....all through school!
CHEF clabudak wants us to have fun with math and geometry!
➤ Your image must have an overall abstract quality
➤ It must include at least one human body part
➤ Also at least one geometrical shape
➤ And a mathematical or geometrical diagram and/or equation
➤ NO MONOTONES
Well, of course, I was wrong! I HAVE used math quite a bit in my lifetime. All the items pictured were from Pixabay. Text from Picsart.
If you have two indoor cats, and one outdoor cat, how many cats do you have all together? :D
(Camille is actually indoor/outdoor. She lived on her own outside for quite a while before she brought her kittens to us and moved in, so we let her have outdoor privileges in the daytime.)
Tvpixeles presenta: Pixel no quiere estudiar sino echar lora sin parar. (pero de esa lora que entra al corazón)
Music is math. (phrase stolen from Boards of Canada)
Eventually.
Always.
It’s the synchronization of everything making perfect sense in an imperfect way.
It makes me feel.
It produces me a sense of well being but most important, it produces me a sense of self-destruction.
It’s too dual and powerful for me to handle
It’s like playing with fire. It’s like getting burn, it’s too intense so intense you will always remember.
It’s like your heart getting broken; not with you first love or your second, like your recent one
It’s always fresh on your mind and heart.
If you think you are not listening, listen closer.
The beats are counting the rhythm of the soundtrack of your life.
Each day, measure by measure, 4 times 4, second by second, it tells a different story.
A different act of the complete film you are living in.
And so music is, it’s there, next to you, producing your specific soundtrack depending on your mood, giving every second a difference sense of being, helping you modulate each day in a different direction and form to both your advantage and disadvantage.
We choose to listen.
We choose to interpret.
We choose to suffer or die of complete joy by her expense.
She is the language of emotions and meaning.
And as a language that it is, it has a concrete structure.
And as passionate human beings that we are, we avoid it.
We want to avoid what is obvious in us because it makes it more beautiful.
I disagree.
As the language and the structure that is.
As the colors it produces externally and internally in me, getting to know every single detail of such a powerful science would complete my mission in life.
Not producing it perfectly for me or others, there’s some that have guided their lives with the whole intention of achieving perfectness with interpreting.
I think, achieving that perfectness is by understating how to manipulate, how to control and exploit to the extreme joy or extreme sadness people’s feelings throughout music.
Its somehow, playing god.
But I think we are all gods.
All that has been touched by music has played to be god as a result of the basics, they don’t know exactly why but they do know they are moving people’s heart and most importantly their own.
Music keeps us going. I think.
Music keeps me going, and it will always be until I decide to stop to keep seeing it that way.
It’s not as the way people think it is, at the end, you know how things are they way they are inside you and by words you’ll never send the message completely.
Music is a perfect equation to make your life uncomplicatedly complicated.
La ‘mu psique’ est terrible, est magnifique, est belle, est la merde.
Comme vous.
imperfecta ma musique, Je t'aime.
This is taken from my cucumber plant its not brilliant i know but thought it quite fitting for Math in nature
26/15 is a very accurate (under 0.1%) approximation for sqrt(3). So hooray for maths.
Also... with a side-length S you can make:
equilateral tri - S=15
hexagon - S=15
septagon - S=21
octagon - S=12
nonagon - S=6
decagon - S=13
CSX CMS-2, working north as W002-12, comes off the wye and will head north to Etowah working on scanning the track as they do so.
After I posted my Math Compass photo for Macro Mondays (theme was Rule), I felt that it could have been done much differently. Since I just can't wait until the end of the year for the possiblility of a MM theme of Redux, here it is...
We went to the mountains and camp with the fire and lakes, the smell of mint and a chimney. It wasn’t you on the corner, honestly I imagined it would spin me out of the picture. Out of the picture, next to Bob, Kate and Lou, staring at all those other shells, rolling down slide, speaking team’s language, nowhere to nowhere.
To the mountains, taken in by the wind-works watching the squirrels gather in the gallery sorting through water throwing your childhood game backwards. Once in the story when we snap off another click I rage to believe downstairs two cups of coffee across the tray waiting for social investment. With the grass, the milk and math, the devoted family by the runway, a frame of the view someone else covers.
The girls in the billboard, the shattering clouds cut the morning sun off then the line of purples after the storm glancing on the tiles, two wooden poles hold the frame and from their wet narrow track the billboard girls deflect in the other window, brushing where everything is lips closing in a chime of plums, oxygen, gold and regret, grief and repetition. Pink as birthday balloons, the rainbow emerges from the dull lake to the East, the running water, the billboard girls speak.
Humming in the air that masks us clear droplets of blood warming my hands then up to the house a thousand leaves chained burst with a puff and roll speeding away. A thousand leaves for me to give off the little laughing, drop the chain-saw and fall asleep.
I live in the land where the waterfall flows through a pool and through the ocean the sparrows revolve, the scales grow, a bump and a trail of miniatures, maps and compass and insects crowding to meet me on this street. After and before every morning on the phone and the couch, I hold in until I begin typing when I step across the sleep I stretch at a fraction of a breath. This is part of what I like. And cows.
In the face of deliberately misconstruing these wounds as a kind of case, disseminated and faked by frustration, the light indicates no coincidence. Boxes through boxes, it’s 27 miles of shrubby cactuses then the 56-feet tall tree like an iron gate. You have arrived.