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I got a flyer from my old school DCAD earlier this week telling me about their student show which got me thinking about some of my older film work. So I flipped through the old portfolios and found a few that I could scan and load up.
This shot was part of a final project centered around textures & patterns. I think I used my 85mm f/1.4 on my N80 for this shot.
After scanning it last night I made adjustments to contrast and sharpened it up a bit.
Nikon N80_Nikon 85mm f/1.4D_Fujifilm Neopan Acros 100 film
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film - sooc
it's agonizing, terrifying and undeniable yet somehow there is some intimacy to it - as though the moon and the stars knew all the secrets
as though the constellations were all made to shatter
as though you were born from the winds of the deep red sea
as though you and i were created to break
to burst into a million pieces that live on to shine
just as different particles
of which the moon and the stars know; will make up a whole
Sarah Splinter.
soundcloud.com/backtolovehouse/hardrive-deep-inside-erick...
Toronto, Canada ~ April 19, 2017.
The city of Los Angeles must have been the largest in the world before the War. The LA Boneyard stretched forever, the skeletons of buildings lying under the hot sun. Not even the wind entered this dead city.
I found many enemies, and a few friends, in the Boneyard. I killed when necessary and learned more about the nature of my true foes. Deep under the ground, I found an evil that was behind the mutants and their army. Within a dark and forbidding Vault, where the walls dripped with human flesh, and the screams of the dying echoed through the halls, I found many evil creatures and mutants.
Walking among the misshapen ones, I killed one of their servants and took his clothing. Hidden from casual searches, I made my way to the bottom of the Vault. The deeper into the Vault I went, the more gruesome the journey. More and more flesh was to be found, integrated into the very walls. The worst part of it was that the flesh was still alive, and even aware of my presence.
After a while, I found myself in the presence of the most hideous sight yet. I still cannot bring myself to write of this discovery, but let it be known that when I left, the Beast was dead and the Master of the mutant army was no more.
The Vats
My job was still not finished, for I still had one task remaining. The Master had literally built his army one mutant at a time. Humans, preferably with little radiation damage, were to be captured and sent to the Vats. There they were dipped in something called FEV, which transformed them into the large, grotesque mutants.
I had to find these Vats, and put them out of action as well, lest another take the Master's place and continue to build the mutant army. Fortunately, my friends at the Brotherhood had a few clues, and helped me reach my goal. Invading the Vats, I came across more mutants and robots. None could stand in my way. I had a mission. I had a goal. I had a really large gun. It was here that Dogmeat fell, a victim of a powerful energy forcefield. I miss that dog. I destroyed the Vats that day, and with it, the mutant army. The last I heard, they splintered and disappeared into the desert.
While hiking with my friend Bekki in Colorado, we happened upon the remains of a homestead or maybe a hunter's shack. It was up in the mountains and looks like it was nestled against a huge rock, most likely to protect it from the elements. I'm not sure how all that worked out considering all that was left were splinters scattered about. Still, if I was going to camp, that is where I would set up if for no other reason than the view.
This image was taken in JPG using only the settings in my camera, there was no post-processing or editing.
NGC 5907 is one of the most impressive edge-on spiral galaxies in the night sky. It is a marvel in my 18-inch Dobsonian under a dark sky but proved to be a real challenge during this drawing made with a 110mm Refractor from the semi-dark sky at Alpha Ridge Park.
This galaxy goes by a couple common names all of which tries to capture its needle-like appearance. Take your pick – Splinter Galaxy, Knife-edge Galaxy or Cat Scratch Galaxy – they all reflect on the visual presence of the galaxy in the eyepiece.
In the small refractor only the bright northeastern edge of the galaxy’s core could be seen at a magnification of 59x (the power used for the drawing circle). It took some additional effort at a higher magnification of 171x to tease out the needle-like extensions on either side of the brighter core. Therefore, the drawing represents the field of view at 58x, but the galaxy’s details at 171x.
To see additional astronomy drawings visit: www.orrastrodrawing.com
I took some video of the encore, where they played "The Mariner's Revenge Song".
Video starts about half way through, at the second refrain of the mother.
We are two mariners
Our ship's sole survivors
In this belly of a whale
It's ribs are ceiling beams
It's guts are carpeting
I guess we have some time to kill
You may not remember me
I was a child of three
And you, a lad of eighteen
But, I remember you
And I will relate to you
How our histories interweave
At the time you were
A rake and a roustabout
Spending all your money
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)
You had a charming air
All cheap and debonair
My widowed mother found so sweet
And so she took you in
Her sheets still warm with him
Now filled with filth and foul disease
As time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken mess
Leaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)
And then you disappeared
Your gambling arrears
The only thing you left behind
And then the magistrate
Reclaimed our small estate
And my poor mother lost her mind
Then, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother died
But, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)
"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"
It took me fifteen years
To swallow all my tears
Among the urchins in the street
Until a priory
Took pity and hired me
To keep their vestry nice and neat
But, never once in the employ
Of these holy men
Did I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)
"Find him, Bind him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months at sea
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale
(oh..)
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my heart great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
So lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)
For your enjoyment, here's the full tune in Ogg Vorbis format, pristine from the album.
Sarah Splinter.
soundcloud.com/siralot/sweet-sensation-hooked-on-you
Toronto, Canada ~ April 19, 2017.