HDR Photography
Hartford was thrown into an apocalyptic atmospheric condition this week, and while wildfire smoke is terrible for our community’s health, it makes for some bonkers pictures. At 1:00 PM, we were thrown into orange shade.
Even sheltering indoors, the seeping yellow light was inescapable through skylights and windows.
Even a huge freight train is just a tiny chain in the stretch of desert.
When it comes to classic car guys, the Chevy (wagon) versus Ford (truck) debate leads to some serious vehicle comparisons in the evening California sun.
I-10 runs across the dry ancient lakebed that is now Coachella Valley and but the absence of easy bridges over the stark divider has produced some odd impacts on the resulting sprawl.
A real Shelby Cobra is a multi-million dollar machine, so it’s no surprise that it’s one of the most kit-car-copied vehicles in existence—so much so that my default assumption upon seeing a Cobra-shaped vehicle is to assume it’s a replica. In this case, I’m not so sure—could this be the real deal?
While my past approach to photography through aircraft windows was focused on avoiding distracting reflections, the realness of the Artemis II photos—specifically those with astronauts’ hands and faces reflected in spacecraft windows—made me appreciate how the nature of our relationship with Earth though technology can be conveyed. The drama of the American West is more impressive when it’s clear what altitude allowed us to visualize it.
The quantity and density of masts past a threshold where individual shapes transitioned into a single texture.
Though science-themed photography isn’t my primary focus, moments of entrancing light emission from novel molecules are going to make the cut.
Rain at sunset leaves behind a Hartford looking exactly like I always hoped my city-home would. The smaller buildings in the foreground and the taller structures in the distance have a perfect coincidence to make layer after layer of space vanishing into the golden sky.
Everyday life continues, even amidst the drama and history of cities like Palma.
That light in the sky is some strange and eerie scattering during a storm over the city that brought to mind nothing more than the sorts of occult summonings found in films like “Ghostbusters” or “To Cast a Deadly Spell.” Perhaps I’ve been playing too much Deadlock lately.
Beyond Hartford’s Town Hall in the foreground are city landmarks like the State capitol, Bushnell Tower, and Travelers Tower. The sunset is not an official Hartford landmark but it should be a skymark.
Stained glass spreads an array of colors over visitors to the eighth largest church nave in the world.
I.M. Pei’s Bushnell Tower is a palette for late-spring sunsets and clear skies in downtown Hartford.
Sun and optimism on deck for the departure of the Wind Star.
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