HDR Photography
We returned to Connecticut just in time for a display of peak Southern-New-England springtime perfection; though the photographs from our trip through the Mediterranean will return soon, I couldn’t help but share our charming local neighborhood.
The Wind Star, eponymous ship of the cruise line, sits at anchor off the coast of Calvi, Corsica, looking like a relic of a different century—in contrast to the engineering choices inside her hull.
On a wickedly curving street beneath a dramatic Menorcan cliff, this simple crosswalk caught my eye.
The deep natural harbor of Mahón in Manorca has been in use for centuries and the small, charming structures along the waterfront have been preserved (with careful, direct action by the local population), leaving a (here’s my favorite adjective) Miyazaki-esque Mediterranean setting. The clifftop town above the harbor also makes for a perfect view from which to capture it all.
Never has so dramatic a sky of natural beauty been accompanied by so bland a human foreground of golf courses and subdivisions, but that’s the paradox of California for you.
Central Connecticut’s Heublein Tower (a good topic for a much longer post) keeps watch over the very start of spring.
Flowers emerging around Trinity College’s chapel tempted me into a multi-photo study of the contrast between spring pastels and epic limestone.
Don’t make me get up early, but if I’m awake anyway… Give me a good sunrise.
Monday’s post brought me back to the epic imagery of the Bay Area that I suspect I took a bit for granted back when we were starting Decaseconds in 2011. Convincing oneself that one is a photographer is easy when these are the views—but I’m glad I had the potency of these places to get me through those awkward early years of developing as a photographer.*
*Apologies for the wordplay.
A weird spate of “Bay Area weather”—cloudy and rainy in the morning, bright and sunny in the afternoon, chilly but not cold—has brought moments like these, picnicking on the grounds of the Legion of Honor in San Francisco, back to my mind.
Neo-Gothic architecture demands dramatic, high-texture black-and-white and I know how to deliver.
Air-free chemical processes require specialized apparatus like the glass Schlenk line inside this dramatically lit fume hood.
Though even April doesn’t guarantee and escape from blizzards in New England, I’m nonetheless cathartically purging myself of wintery aesthetics, like I.M. Pei’s Bushnell Tower standing proud at the edge of Hartford’s downtown.
Calder’s “Stegosaurus” is an enormous color outlier in the neutral snow color scheme of downtown Hartford.
Hartford’s Pratt Street is closed to automobile traffic, but a cold and windy afternoon left it largely quiet of all traffic.
Decaseconds 