I thought about “processing away” the black marks on the leaves. But it’s late August, and by now things are looking a little beat up and chewed on but somehow just as beautiful. Besides, we’re all carrying around a few marks, aren’t we?
A few more August photos. It’ll hit 90 the first day of school on Wednesday, of course. After that, anyone’s guess.
Ten minutes into the first interview I had with my current boss, he was telling me about the weather in Gorham. He carefully walked me through all twelve months and what they would deliver to the area in which I was seeking employment. “And then in late August,” he said, his eyes suddenly becoming far… More August
A few days into the last school year, our Life Skills teacher handed me her phone. Playing on the screen was a movie that I couldn’t believe was real. A cloud of hummingbirds was buzzing a bird feeder like electrons orbiting an atomic nucleus. The teacher had shot the movie through her kitchen window. Today,… More Hummingbirds
Ventured out tonight, because it was clear and warm. Got one okay shot of the Milky Way. Focusing in wide angle remains a problem. I also should have used my hat to cover the lens at the beginning and end of the exposure. Still, a gorgeous evening.
Just returned from the Bethlehem Art Sit Walk, where I had my first ever booth, from which I tried to sell photographs and fine photographic accessories. For my first time, it was a good outing. The rain stayed away and I sold many cards, sets, and even one print, which I didn’t expect.
Seriously. They call it that. It’s dodgy even in summer, but the view at the turnout (looking the other way) is pretty nifty. Unfortunately, not only was it cloudy looking south, the trees have grown in so there’s not much to see for another couple of months when the foliage thins out. I’m still trying… More Dead Man’s Curve
I was shooting some little stuff at the dining room table last night, using my new 100mm Canon macro lens. I didn’t want the overhead light to turn everything yellow, so I adjusted my camera’s AWB settings for indoors. I forgot to change it back, which is unfortunate for what it did to an otherwise… More Below Average White Balance
So this is my first ever attempt to “process” an image of the sky, trying to reproduce what my eye actually saw tonight as the moon came up. The problem with capturing nighttime sky scenery with the moon in them is that the moon is pretty bright. It also happens to be brightest at night,… More “M-O-O-N” Spells Fake
Last night, Mrs. cpb made me open my birthday present two days early. She got me a 100mm Canon macro lens, which will allow me to take closeup photos of small objects without having to use my zoom lens. The zoom served me well, but that kind of focal length can lead to distortion and… More New Glass
This train goes barreling through town late at night—usually around 11 or so, then super late, like 2 a.m. Just to keep everyone informed that there is, in fact, a large freight train barreling through town after bedtime, the driver likes to lean on his horn. Really… pulls on that sumbitch. The tracks run behind my school,… More Night Train
When we set sail for the East Coast, the prospect of a regular thunderstorm was one of many things I looked forward to. While we get more here than we got in Portland, it appears to be five or six a year instead of one or two. Still, that’s better than no fireworks at all.… More Nimbus
Late Friday afternoon, I strapped a keychain camera to an Estes model rocket and sent the mother up: Not bad. Incidentally, I used some music from Gustav Holst’s The Planets as a nod to a great sequence from The Right Stuff, the part where John Glenn is lifting off on his orbital flight. They used footage of a camera aimed down the… More Rocket Man
Except me. Warning: If you haven’t seen Ex Machina, but want to see it, go click some other unread vanity blog. I’m about to spoil the crap out of this movie. I’m assuming that you’re here because you’ve already seen it. Anyway… At the end of this film, a creepy tech CEO named Nathan is dead. Two… More Everyone Is Wrong About the ‘Ex Machina’ Ending
I got this photo of the Cog Railway at Mt. Washington last week. I tried to make a fake mini out of it. The more I come back to it, the better I think I did. The Cog is a unique means to get to the summit. I can say that before one day last… More Tiny Cog
If it wants to be a planet, let it be a planet. Vaya con dios, New Horizons.
Pretty dramatic sunset tonight. The air has been thick and humid. The sky has a brown cast to it, almost bronze. I asked my boss where the color was coming from, and he said “Humidity.” I guess humidity is brown.
Gorham is home to at least five cemeteries that I can think of. That seems like a lot for such a small town, but from what I’ve seen, it’s typical for New England as a whole. A story in Slate goes into the history of burial vs. cremation, and it does validate my theory that… More Crux
The Pemigewasset River does really cool things on its trip through Franconia Notch, as you can see. I can’t say that this is my best work, since we were heading home from a trip to Manchester and I was a little rushed. Also, it was getting dark, and I learned that shooting long exposure times… More The Basin
We found a new place to walk the other night, toward the east end of town. There’s a canal off the Androscoggin River that leads to an operational dam, which is actually churning out a couple megawatts of power. Past the dam is a spot where the canal rejoins the river. When fall comes, the… More 12(y = cosh(x))
JUNE 29, 2015—I worked at Civic Stadium in Eugene, Ore., for two summers: once as an usher in 1996 and again in 2004. For the ’04 bit, I sold hamburgers, pizza, and beer. The earlier ’96 gig came about when I was a substitute teacher. I had struck out looking for regular teaching jobs. My… More Civic Stadium, 1938-2015
I met this fine fellow earlier this week, swimming at the Willey Home Site. Jaunty, stylish, and more than a little full of himself, he served as a reminder that college football season is but six weeks away. I hope Oregon’s new quarterback gets his act together so he can play on time. It’s funny:… More Mallardjusted
Drove my father to the summit of Mt. Washington on Monday. I couldn’t reach up and touch this cloud, but on another day I might have. Not that I would have wanted to. Strange that this place—home of the famous 231 mph windstorm—is just over ten miles from where I’m typing this.
Hillary Clinton visited our little town yesterday and marched in our Fourth of July parade. I don’t know how I’m going to vote yet (and when I do, I won’t talk about it here, because I’m not stupid). But Mrs. Clinton seems like a smart, tough lady and probably is just as qualified as anybody… More Mrs. Clinton Comes to Gorham
I was taking photos of the lighthouse at Peggy’s Cove, NS, when I heard a joyous stampede behind me. A youth group visiting the cove were given the green light to race across the rocks toward the light house. It was one of those “I know this could be a good photo but I don’t… More Scramble
A clearinghouse of my remaining Canada photos:
I have no idea what kind of flower this is (as per usual), but I think the middle part looks like something you’d find at a questionable dinner party.
Cape Breton has some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve ever witnessed, but it comes at a price. If you’re taking the counterclockwise route, pump your brakes on the downhill and pull over if they start to smoke. That’s free advice.
I never pictured the Maritime provinces as being colorful, but they are.