HDR Photography
Atlantic weather ages every part of Martha’s Vineyard, but the combination of textures and colors of age (rusted iron, grayed cedar, turned leaves) really captures a broad spectrum of possibility. The somewhat “impossible” geometry of the image places them in juxtaposition.
A walk on a crisp fall morning with a dramatic sky is just a little better when it’s also a wedding day.
A fog of Macbeth/Shakespeare/Weird-Sisters-level strangeness descended on Hartford last night.
A black Nissan raising a huge cloud of white tire dust is already 80% of the way to being in black and white, so I finished the job.
No idea how this standard Amsterdam bicycle came to rest in the middle of a canal bridge, but the combination of transportation modes speaks to the Dutch experience pretty effectively.
A pack of Japanese sports cars going sideways in a haze of tire smoke should best be described as “driftacular”.
Does anything say “international intrigue” like a fancy hotel in a European capital?
Waking pre-dawn to be sure an NSF Major Research Instrumentation grant and a Statistical Mechanics exam are both finished when they need to be turns out to have some upsides—namely, this gigantic panorama of an incredible Hartford dawn. (This one is definitely worth clicking through to Flickr and further clicking to zoom to 100% scale.)
The bright yellow leaves of this female gingko tree almost make it worth the really shocking smell of butyric acid that issues from the decay of all of the fruit it drops.
Incongruously warm summer afternoons are the stuff of college campus perfection, and Trinity College’s Summit dorms don’t let the day down.
Low clouds over the Connecticut River add extra autumn crisp to the day.
Spot the steeple of Trinity College’s chapel on the distant horizon.
Something about the texture of autumn trees in a city park during the blue hour makes the perfect compliment for the rough-hewn stones of a big monument.
Downtown Hartford jumps into view like a cliff of buildings, connected to the riverside interstate (at least for now) by a tunnel beneath Hartford Public Library (still lit with orange sodium vapor lamps, see right.) Traveling through that tunnel and out into the city proper always feels a little like Batman emerging from the Batcave, if I’m honest.
Just in time for Halloween, Connecticut’s Nutmeg Miata Club brought an appropriately prepared vehicle to MiataCon.
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