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.
I saw not one but two seagull fights yesterday. One was in St. John, and the other in a little harbor town forty miles away. This leads me to believe that gulls do more than just glide passively in front of sunsets. I missed the first fight because I had my shutter speed set too… More Envy
Saint John seems like a decent place. The Canadian port city became a new home for several thousand Loyalists who either bailed on the U.S. after the Revolution or were simply told to GTFO for fighting on the wrong side. There are signs of this Pro-UK feel here and there around town, including a framed… More Saint John, New Brunswick
It rained for about half of the first part of our trip. Then, on Wednesday, it stopped during our circuit of Cape Breton Island. Just in time, too, since we’d just hit the good part of our drive on the Cabot Trail.
Much of the water that I saw on Nova Scotia this week—standing or flowing—was stained deep brown. Part of this may have been from the torrential rain on our first day, but from what I’ve read, the old, marshy soil just makes the water that way. It made this brook look like it was fed… More Coffee
Already in the running for this year’s Christmas card.
I’m trying to get better at identifying “The Magic Hour,” supposedly the time in the morning and evening when the sun is low and makes for pretty picture-takin. We were out walking around the town of Baddeck after dinner, and noticed the clouds breaking up for the first time all trip. The lake shore had… More Greenlight