HDR Photography
The Hartford Marathon traveled past our house and provided an opportunity to capture some weirdly empty-of-cars/full-of-runners streets.
Like molecules through a chromatographic column, the runners spaced farther and farther apart as the race went.
The views closer to home produced intense shadows best viewed in black and white.
This image is definitely worth a click through to Flickr for the full-sized version. All those little boats on the Connecticut River are rowers racing or preparing to race, and the hints of colors and patterns in the solid blue of water match well with the early hints of color and patterns of changing foliage in the expanse of green leaves.
Summer efforts brought a beautifully pristine soccer field to life at Trinity. From above, I appreciate even more the gentle slope of the hills that arranges the rest of campus in the background. The little chimneys of Northam peak up on the left side of the image in a way I find particularly appealing.
The arrayed oars of college crew teams at Quinsigamond State Park make for a rhythmic demonstration of the number of competitors present. I’m told (though I’m no expert) that the two kilometer course is considered a particularly excellent one.
I last traveled to San Diego to present at the National Meeting of the American Chemical Society—but while that meeting took place during the day, early morning was unaccounted-for time. I went exploring in the area around the San Diego Convention Center and found that most of my early-morning compatriots were runners.
In this quartet of images, I’ve captured a few of those runners in the dramatic early-morning California sunlight.
St. Lawrence University is renovating its historic Apple Arena, home of the Skating Saints, and the project is entering its final phases. Back in May, however, the foundations were just being poured and the skeleton of the structure was laid bare. Can you spot the steeple of Gunnison Memorial Chapel on the horizon?
The lights mark the border between forest and manicured athletic fields. In real life, crossing the border means risking ticks and perhaps a run-in with a deer; in the realm of science fiction, I can imagine much more terrifying consequences from crossing the border from light into darkness as the sun sets.
There’s an elegant symmetry to the bars and netting against the larger, wooden structure of Appleton Arena (home of the Skating Saints).
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