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I figured it was time to start my Christmas shopping yesterday, even though it was a day earlier than my usual habit. I decided to bring my camera along and catch a few street scenes as well.
I played with some of the special presets on the trial copy of Lightroom I downloaded here.
When my father passed away a few years ago, I found this note tucked in his drawer with his money clip. I wrote it to him at age 5. It now lives in my wallet and goes everywhere with me.
On the back, it was correctly addressed:
To Daddy
From Sheila
Obviously a budding professional even then!
For Macro Mondays "The Printed Word".
(The full note can be seen in my photostream just after this image. This one was cropped to 3 inches so it would qualify for Macro Mondays.)
For Macro Mondays "Crime".
My husband was nice enough to make me a ransom note, although he went a little overboard. I will save the entire thing in my "props" drawer for another day. But here is part of it through a small magnifying glass, fitting within the 3 inch limit.
The magnifying glass is about two inches above the paper, prompting my first stab at photo stacking so both glass and words would be in focus. I had hoped to play more with angles to show the distance between them, but alas, no time.
HMM!
9th roll of film
Kodak gold 200
Canon AE-1
Canon FD 50mm f/1.8
Scanned with Plustek Opticfilm 8200i
Re-scanned and re-uploaded in better quality
Note the size and scale. These folks didn't have the steam engine, the internal combustion engine, or any of the modern construction machines we take for granted. Look what they accomplished! I realized going through a wonderful technology museum in Bath, England (also in the West Country) that people of past eras worked out problems in their heads that engineers need computers for today. Do you think that we're necessarily any smarter than they were?
... on the meaning of life, 3rd March 2017.
(Thrift shop display window. The reproduction is of a 1978 painting by Norwegian artist Odd Nerdrum (born 1944): 'The murder of Andreas Baader'.)
© Lise Utne
This was my entry to our group's 'Music' challenge.
This was created by making a black cardboard lens cover with the shape of a note cut out in the centre and then went outside to take take a photo of my new led christmas lights I have across the back of the house......they are super bright and I really loved the colours !!
In doing this weeks (Feb. 12, 2018) Macro Monday theme "In a Bottle", I decided to incorporate the technique learned from last weeks theme of "Monochrome". I was very happy with this result.
It’s amazing how transformative ultraviolet fluorescence can be. This is a black weevil sitting on a white daisy to our eyes, but when photographed with intense ultraviolet light, the fluorescing light bouncing off is magical. View large and read on!
I was out for a walk with my daughter yesterday and along the road was a small patch of daisies. I was going to pick one for her, but I realized she had already fallen asleep. I still went to pluck one for later, but noticed a very tiny weevil resting in the center. This quickly became MY flower, and while my daughter slept in her stroller I hurried back home to get this weevil unto my UV studio setup.
For reference, this is likely the species of weevil that is in my image: www.kerbtier.de/Pages/Fotos/FotoLargeN/Curculionidae/Ceut... - the Cabbage Seed Pod Weevil.
Weevils are generally cooperative insects, and this one was also sluggish from a colder night. I could gently poke it’s backside to get him to move in the direction I wanted, towards the outer edge of the petals. He was still somewhat unpredictable, but eventually this pose happened and I thought it was more dynamic “hanging off” than just a static resting position. Shortly after the image was taken, he warmed up and became quite active and I was unable to get the same level of cooperation. That’s quite alright – I already got the shot I was after.
The flashes I’m using only emit ultraviolet light, which the camera cannot directly see. If UV light bounced back to the camera, we’d get a black image. The visible light that bounces off the subject has fluoresced from the UV spectrum to give us what you’re looking at. UVIVF or UltraViolet-Induced Visible Fluorescence is the physics at work here – nothing special about the camera, it’s unmodified – it’s all about getting a purely UV-only light source.
Most things fluoresce, but to such a small degree that we would never know it. I’ve modified Yongnuo 685 flashes to remove a UV blocking filter and then adding two 77mm filters to the front of the flash head: a MidOpt BP365 and a Hoya U340. Each of these block the visible spectrum almost entirely, but each one bleeds a bit on opposite ends of visible (one red, the other purple). Combined, the isolate UV very nicely. They’re not cheap, however! In order to get enough light for this image to be made, I need three of these flashes at point-blank range at full power.
Even with that much UV light, this image required ISO 8000. While the depth of field is very shallow, F/8 was used to get as much in focus as possible at roughly 2:1 magnification and cropped in heavily from there. Technically speaking this image is just barely possible to be made – it pushes limits. Visually, we end up with something out of this world – a white flower with a black beetle become something enchanting.
While I can’t explore UV photography with large groups, I most certainly run private workshops in this area! Just send a note to don@komarechka.com if you’re interested. :)
Note: this photo was published as an illustration in an Aug 2009 Squidoo blog titled "Timing my Life in Songs." It was also posted as an illustration in a Vietnam Veteran's Memorial website. And it was published in a Nov 13, 2009 blog titled "Çocuklarda ve Gençlerde Bel Ağrısı." It was also published in a May 28, 2010 blog titled "Take a Moment to Reflect This Memorial Day."
Moving into 2015, the photo was published in an Apr 13, 2015 blog titled "The Vietnam Veterans Memorial in Washington, D.C."
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The Vietnam Memorial opened to the public on November 11, 1982. I visited not too long after that, though I don't remember exactly when. All I remember was that it was a dark, cold, drizzly Saturday afternoon, and that it was very, very sad.
God knows how many times I've been back to Washington since then, but some 25 years after my initial visit, I thought I should come back and see it again ... when the weather was likely to be better, and when I would likely see a different generation of visitors.
I made two separate visits, and got two different impressions. My second visit was just before dawn, at 5:45 AM. There was a crescent moon, and one star, in the pink-and-purple sky; but there were no people at all. Though the memorial is simply a chronological list of names, one can imagine that the 58,261 dead are sleeping in peace as the night fades away and the sun returns to warm the granite stone once again. I took a few pictures of this early scene; you can decide for yourself if it's peaceful or sad.
My first visit was just before sunset, on a Sunday evening. I heard one of the park guides telling her flock that the summer crowds had been smaller this year than in the past, but there were still plenty of people along the length of the wall. What interested me most about the visitors was their age: I saw a few people who looked old enough to have been adults back in the Vietnam era, though I saw no one in uniform, and no one who looked like he or she had actually been there.
But there were far more people of a younger generation: people in their 30s or 40s, whose father or mother or uncle or aunt might have served in that war. Not surprisingly, I saw people carefully searching out specific names, and resting their finger or hand for long moments on a single name, as if they might somehow be able to communicate with a dead relative after all these years.
And then there were the children -- some as young as one or two, but most looked to be 8 or 10 or 12. They may have been the grandchildren of some fallen soldier, or they may have been entirely unrelated to those 58,261 individuals. But one way or another, you could see that the Wall made an impact on them: they were quiet and reverent, respectful of what they could barely grasp, as the list of names surrounded them and stretched as far as they could see, to the left and to the right.
Indeed, the very idea of creating a monument that consists of nothing but a long inclined wall containing a list of names is so simple, so ... well, almost primitive ... that you can't imagine it would have any impact, at least not on the typical jaded visitor. But it does have an impact, it really does...
If you haven't seen this memorial, you owe it to yourself to carve out a little time when you next visit Washington. And if, like me, it's been 10 or 20 or 25 years since you last saw it, I think you need to come see it again.