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In my mind's eye, I visualize how a particular... sight and feeling will appear on a print. If it excites me, there is a good chance it will make a good photograph. It is an intuitive sense, an ability that comes from a lot of practice.
~Ansel Adams
3D Visualization of a room in Eliz Residence. Just a test render. no big deal :) i will post the final renderings when i finsh the whole project.
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Lighting: SB600 camera left into reflecting umbrella at full power, bare SB600 camera right at 1/32 power (to fill in some shadows), fired by CLS from SB800.
Part of the Peas Project
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Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008
by: Richard Blanco
And so it began: the earth torn, split open
by a dirt road cutting through palmettos
and wild tamarind trees defending the land
against the sun. Beside the road, a shack
leaning into the wind, on the wooden porch,
crates of avocados and limes, white chickens
pecking at the floor boards, and a man
under the shadow of his straw hat, staring
into the camera in 1914. He doesn't know
within a lifetime the unclaimed land behind
him will be cleared of scrub and sawgrass,
the soil will be turned, made to give back
what the farmers wish, their lonely houses
will stand acres apart from one another,
jailed behind the boughs of their orchards.
He'll never buy sugar at the general store,
mail love letters at the post office, or take
a train at the depot of the town that will rise
out of hundred-million years of coral rock
on promises of paradise. He'll never ride
a Model-T puttering down the dirt road
that will be paved over, stretch farther and
farther west into the horizon, reaching for
the setting sun after which it will be named.
He can't even begin to imagine the shadows
of buildings rising taller than the palm trees,
the street lights glowing like counterfeit stars
dotting the sky above the road, the thousands
who will take the road everyday, who'll also
call this place home less than a hundred years
after the photograph of him hanging today
in City Hall as testament. He'll never meet
me, the engineer hired to transform the road
again, bring back tree shadows and birdsongs,
build another promise of another paradise
meant to last another forever. He'll never see
me, the poet standing before him, trying
to read his mind across time, wondering if
he was thinking what I'm today, both of us
looking down the road that will stretch on
for years after I too disappear into a photo.
Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008
by: Richard Blanco
And so it began: the earth torn, split open
by a dirt road cutting through palmettos
and wild tamarind trees defending the land
against the sun. Beside the road, a shack
leaning into the wind, on the wooden porch,
crates of avocados and limes, white chickens
pecking at the floor boards, and a man
under the shadow of his straw hat, staring
into the camera in 1914. He doesn't know
within a lifetime the unclaimed land behind
him will be cleared of scrub and sawgrass,
the soil will be turned, made to give back
what the farmers wish, their lonely houses
will stand acres apart from one another,
jailed behind the boughs of their orchards.
He'll never buy sugar at the general store,
mail love letters at the post office, or take
a train at the depot of the town that will rise
out of hundred-million years of coral rock
on promises of paradise. He'll never ride
a Model-T puttering down the dirt road
that will be paved over, stretch farther and
farther west into the horizon, reaching for
the setting sun after which it will be named.
He can't even begin to imagine the shadows
of buildings rising taller than the palm trees,
the street lights glowing like counterfeit stars
dotting the sky above the road, the thousands
who will take the road everyday, who'll also
call this place home less than a hundred years
after the photograph of him hanging today
in City Hall as testament. He'll never meet
me, the engineer hired to transform the road
again, bring back tree shadows and birdsongs,
build another promise of another paradise
meant to last another forever. He'll never see
me, the poet standing before him, trying
to read his mind across time, wondering if
he was thinking what I'm today, both of us
looking down the road that will stretch on
for years after I too disappear into a photo.
Os LusÃadas is a Portuguese epic poem by LuÃs Vaz de Camões first printed in 1572.
The poem consists of ten cantos and 1102 stanzas.
At the left are the ten most frequent words in the poem by descending order of occurence.
This piece showcase one of those ten words.
Above is an area that directly represents the frequency of that word in each canto.
Each canto has a corresponding list of the ten most frequent words in that canto sorted by descending order of occurrence.
The length of the vertical lines for each canto represents its extension in number of verses.
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Notes
in a long-term research project, the visone project team is developing models and algorithms to integrate and advance the analysis and visualization of social networks. example of a radial visualization part of visone is the design and implementation of a software tool intended for research and teaching in social network analysis. it is specifically designed to allow experts and novices alike to apply innovative and advanced visual methods with ease and accuracy
U – Silk City
Project information
Location: Le Van Luong Road, Van Khe Ward, Ha Dong district, Hanoi
Type: Residential Building
Investor: Song Da – Thang Long Joint Stock Company
Total area: 9.2 hectares
Total investment: 10,000 billion VND
Building start date: November 2008
Building finish date: December 2013
Product by E5:
- Ariel visualization.
- Interior visualization.
- 3D Floor Plan
- Brand Identity Package.
- Catalog
- Signage Design for Model House
The 3D project completed in June 2010.
View original size for detail.
update: the complete version can be found at
Visualization of an email list. Each picture reprensents one Month. A Sediment is an author, the height
Visualization of an email list. Each picture reprensents one Month. A Sediment is an author, the height represents the length of teh body, each hair is a word. Answers are red lines.
Visualization of an email list. Each picture reprensents one Month. A Sediment is an author, the height represents the length of teh body, each hair is a word. Answers are red lines.
Attempt #2 of poem visualization. This time of Shel Silverstein's "One Picture Puzzle Piece".
White lines are repeated words (the bolder, the more times it appears).
Gray arcs are repeated phrases.
Blue lines are rhymes.
For marketers, product developers and venture capitalists who are dissatisfied with traditional trend forecasting and market research reports, MindshareViz is a real-time trend visualization too that reveals consumer intent through online search behavior.
i worked with Jason Ring and Chris Yin on this project which was completed in Fall '05.
see more here:
Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008
by: Richard Blanco
And so it began: the earth torn, split open
by a dirt road cutting through palmettos
and wild tamarind trees defending the land
against the sun. Beside the road, a shack
leaning into the wind, on the wooden porch,
crates of avocados and limes, white chickens
pecking at the floor boards, and a man
under the shadow of his straw hat, staring
into the camera in 1914. He doesn't know
within a lifetime the unclaimed land behind
him will be cleared of scrub and sawgrass,
the soil will be turned, made to give back
what the farmers wish, their lonely houses
will stand acres apart from one another,
jailed behind the boughs of their orchards.
He'll never buy sugar at the general store,
mail love letters at the post office, or take
a train at the depot of the town that will rise
out of hundred-million years of coral rock
on promises of paradise. He'll never ride
a Model-T puttering down the dirt road
that will be paved over, stretch farther and
farther west into the horizon, reaching for
the setting sun after which it will be named.
He can't even begin to imagine the shadows
of buildings rising taller than the palm trees,
the street lights glowing like counterfeit stars
dotting the sky above the road, the thousands
who will take the road everyday, who'll also
call this place home less than a hundred years
after the photograph of him hanging today
in City Hall as testament. He'll never meet
me, the engineer hired to transform the road
again, bring back tree shadows and birdsongs,
build another promise of another paradise
meant to last another forever. He'll never see
me, the poet standing before him, trying
to read his mind across time, wondering if
he was thinking what I'm today, both of us
looking down the road that will stretch on
for years after I too disappear into a photo.
A visualization to use for my Ed.D. thesis - I'm not convinced that New Literacies is where it's at.
You can read my thesis as I write it at dougbelshaw.com/thesis :-)
"Story is a sacred visualization, a way of echoing experience."
Terry Tempest Williams, Pieces of a White Shell (1984)
Related to the Chronicle article here, which criminally did not include this map from the report: www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/09/14/BA8C...
Photo of a Man on Sunset Drive: 1914, 2008
by: Richard Blanco
And so it began: the earth torn, split open
by a dirt road cutting through palmettos
and wild tamarind trees defending the land
against the sun. Beside the road, a shack
leaning into the wind, on the wooden porch,
crates of avocados and limes, white chickens
pecking at the floor boards, and a man
under the shadow of his straw hat, staring
into the camera in 1914. He doesn't know
within a lifetime the unclaimed land behind
him will be cleared of scrub and sawgrass,
the soil will be turned, made to give back
what the farmers wish, their lonely houses
will stand acres apart from one another,
jailed behind the boughs of their orchards.
He'll never buy sugar at the general store,
mail love letters at the post office, or take
a train at the depot of the town that will rise
out of hundred-million years of coral rock
on promises of paradise. He'll never ride
a Model-T puttering down the dirt road
that will be paved over, stretch farther and
farther west into the horizon, reaching for
the setting sun after which it will be named.
He can't even begin to imagine the shadows
of buildings rising taller than the palm trees,
the street lights glowing like counterfeit stars
dotting the sky above the road, the thousands
who will take the road everyday, who'll also
call this place home less than a hundred years
after the photograph of him hanging today
in City Hall as testament. He'll never meet
me, the engineer hired to transform the road
again, bring back tree shadows and birdsongs,
build another promise of another paradise
meant to last another forever. He'll never see
me, the poet standing before him, trying
to read his mind across time, wondering if
he was thinking what I'm today, both of us
looking down the road that will stretch on
for years after I too disappear into a photo.
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