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It will surprise no one to learn that I've never been nonchalant when it comes to air travel. I have often pondered how fellow passengers could be more interested in reading or dozing than thrilling to the sensation of jet engines cranking at full throttle to hurtle several tons of jetliner and occupants into the air. In these moments I always imagine myself as an astronaut. As the plane would level out at cruising altitude my interest does not wane as I spend much of the flight gazing out at the sky and clouds, all the while sensing even the slightest nuance in the flightpath or engine noise. The part that always gets to me is that spooky feeling of weightlessness as the plane enters the descent phase. Mixed emotions for me, as the surreal 'above earth' time comes to an end but coupled with the strong desire to return to earth. And the anticipation of crossing the boundary layer that separate the two. Similar feeling begin to cross my mind as we enter late winter-early spring. My mind and body yearn for the return of warmth. I am fatigued with the anxiety of driving the winter roads, of having to don survival gear just to walk the dog, of having to be preoccupied with weather reports. I want to plant my garden, mow grass, and do summer things. But I know that will bring an end to days like the one I captured here in an old burial ground. This is one reason I move out as if on an ambulance call when the fog rolls in over late season snow. I simply can't take a chance that I'll get another opportunity. I've visited this place in all four seasons, and great photos are possible year round. But the sensation on a day like this is of being in an enchanted, or perhaps haunted (I'm good either way) forest and it's like no other. Weeks later and I still feel this energy and I know it will stay with me. That experience alone would have made this exploration worth the effort. But to have the memory and the photos, that's truly magic. This photo is as near as I could come to having you actually standing alongside me in this place and time
Salt Water spray frozen at 1/32,000th of a second ... love the variety of shapes and forms in these frozen moments...
Olympus OM-1 w M.Zuiko 40-150/2.8 Pro
ISO500 f/6.3 45mm -3.3ev
Single frame raw developed in DxO PhotoLab 8.5, colour graded in Nik 7 Color Efex and finished off back in PhotoLab.
Wombarra Headland, Wollongong, NSW
A few years ago, when my love affair with the moon first reached ridiculous proportions, I longed for a telescope to see her more closely. I wanted deeper insight into her mysteries.
Eventually, I realized that her mysteries were no more explained by visual inspection than were the mysteries of my wife explained by the study of biology, or for that matter, even by closer inspection of her beautiful surface.
By now, though, I realize that closer inspection doesn't necessarily explain mysteries. Understanding mysteries, if possible, doesn't necessarily cause greater appreciation. Appreciating superficial beauty and detail, doesn't necessarily evidence a lack of depth.
I love my wife much more deeply than her skin and shape, and external beauty, but I certainly love her skin, her shape, and her external beauty. I believe that in our quest to become less superficial and more holistic, we often exclude and objectify just as blatantly as we did otherwise. We simply objectify different aspects.
As far as physicality goes, I find it a very immature love that loves "in spite of." A growing love begins to cherish pocks and blemishes because "they are yours, and you are mine."
I don't know. That's just what I'm thinking about.
Bella sometimes gets cattitude, But it never lasts very long and Besides every great model deserves to have a little cattitude from time to time..
Created for The Dictionary of Image
The Balsamic Phase
The significance of the Balsamic Phase in your Astrological Chart means that you are coming to an end of a cycle.
A person who has this positioning of the planets in their natal chart is embarking upon new beginnings.
They are in the midst of celebrating the wisdom and strength they've gained after completing a strenuous series of lessons.
The Phase 2 heritage takes the lead of Amtrak 8 as it descends Shortline Hill on the CP Merriam Park Sub. It’s running two hours late but that helped the shadows clear away. This unit recently got a new paint job making me want to catch it even more. So finally got the chance on this day.
Amtrak's Phase III heritage unit returns to the Pittsburgh Line pulling the eastbound Pennsylvanian. After the brief station stop at Lewistown, 145 throttles up, completes the crossover from track 2 to 1, and continues eastward
Amtrak's new phase II heritage unit 130 leads the way of the Chicago bound California Zephyr as it passes through Downers Grove, Illinois
Months of preparation for these shots of lunar eclipse, hours of location scouting for finding the perfect spot where the Pizzo Formico (Val Gandino, Bergamo, Italy) was between me and the blood moon at the right time. Even if lots of haze blocked the moonlight, i pushed my camera to the limit to capture this incredible celestial phenomenon.
Three Amtrak locomotives (GP38-3 #752. ALC42 #332, and another ALC42) are seen at the Chicago Locomotion Facility.
At Hawthorne Yard on Indy's east side, five Amtrak P40DCs (four in Phase IV), built in 1993, are waiting to be shipped out to its new owner, Larry's, after years of rusting away at Amtrak's Beech Grove shops, and before that, Bear, Delaware. #813 and the rest of these P40s were the first of over two-hundred Genesis units built for Amtrak between 1993 and 2001; the P40s were subsequently stored after only a decade of service.
Fit young fellows romped ahead up that mountain — retired and grey now.
Behind was the cadre of the gods, keepers of the arcane, among them — the pyrotechnician. He's why I'm in front. He knows his stuff. He also throws lighted fireworks over his shoulder; maintaining attention, creating mischief. I know him, and some of his foibles. Mostly, they're dead now, those gods and even a few of their disciples. Their genius documented is all that remains. All things must pass.
Passage obtained through the cow dung and mud of a farmer's lane is now superseded. A modern pilgrim might run a different gauntlet as mythologies younger than this tale are wrapped around like that sea spray from the heavy waves. Watching the phases evolve is a new experience. The ascent then was imperfect; its purpose served.
Mud-splattered white Kombi vans await the descent, and to repeat a dance with the slithering slime of the farm. This mountain had its gold mine, now worked out, and secrets for the god's revelation. Practically its the root of a Cretaceous volcano, now ⅒ of its former height. Typified, it is a zoned pluton — a monzonite, they say — more mafic on the outside, more quartz-rich in the middle.
The highest ranking of the gods holds court, black marker in hand, and with a Kombi whiteboard to draw his Qz-Ab-Or ternary phase equilibrium diagrams, explains why we should believe that this mountain and its concentric zones were once a partially melted and fractionated alkali basalt. He's very big on partial melting — drawing on his expertise, and cars!
Adding a mind-bending fourth dimension, his curves become the planes where his hypotheses glissade. Where the containing pressure is exceeded by the volatiles that flux his crystal mush, they breakout and flow stops in an instant as the mobilising flux exits, stage left, creating a solidus for the melt. All things must pass, and so they wait for the next zone to form — I think that's what he said.
There was a notion to re-ascend that mountain; finish the job. Trusted advice said, nah, you're on a short break, it'll break you, and besides the recent view was a bit rubbish. Instead, I'm here contemplating the tail end of an east coast low which dumped 250mm of rain and continues to pile up a heavy surf that's making all of that spray. Tomorrow I head away south to peramble gently between the two end points of a track I have visited and not joined.
All things must pass. This is just one of those phases.
Quick doodle of a shuttle "landing" or phasing into N-space. The shuttle is fairly goofy but the angular shape was fun and above all easy to place around with transparency effects.
AMTK P42 161 wears the Phase I paint while in charge of the Southwest Chief at Galesburg, IL.
April 15, 2022
100% low poly, made and rendered in Eevee (Blender) (with viewport render).
Firing a phaser is fairly easy to make: set up a bezier curve, apply a physical constraint to a cylinder to follow the curve, and insert the necessary keyframes in the timeline.
For the "world" shader I used a star map from NASA (credits: NASA/Goddard Space Flight Center Scientific Visualization Studio. Constellation figures based on those developed for the IAU by Alan MacRobert of Sky and Telescope magazine (Roger Sinnott and Rick Fienberg)).)
Can you spot the Big Dipper?
It took me a while to figure out how to set this up. In the world sharder editor: use a texture coordinate - mapping - environment texture. Connect the "camera" of the texture coordinate to the vector of the mapping node and in the scale options of the mapping node, set X and Y to 3 (leave Z at 1).
Connect the "color out" of the environment texture to a "RGB to BW" node, and feed this into a RGB curve node. Then drag this curve down to get rid of all the noise.
Connect the output of the RGB curve node to the color of the background node and connect the latter to the surface of the world output, as usual.
In freezing, the liquid phase of water turns into the solid phase. At the phase transition, beautiful structures akin to our image of the cosmos are created. Taken in our garden, focus stacked.
Cinematic toy photography, captured with a 2x anamorphic lens combined with a 100mm macro prime, for a dual focus setup.
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk