HDR Photography
When showing this picture of Trinity College’s chapel and Long Walk to a fellow alum, his first question was, “Where did you go to take this?” A near-lifetime of seeing the same perspectives from the same high points on campus made a shot like this one a complete surprise—a reaction that I’m always happy to provide.
The administration’s end of the Long Walk, with handy HR and deans’ offices, isn’t one I visit as frequently but it’s no less beautiful in the fall.
A refuge amongst the trees–Hartford’s Trinity College or Middle-earth’s Rivendell? Flying my drone this weekend, I found a previously-unexplored angle from which to capture our campus and found a new perception of home.
NA Miatas returning to the paddock after lapping Lime Rock Park make for quite a 1990s throwback parade.
This kind of image—period vehicles, strange race-prepped Miatas, everyday clothing, a pleasing landscape setting—is the sort that I anticipate I’ll be most interested to return to in 50 years. Capturing the experience of the end of the day at MiataCon crisply, telling the most about the space and the moment.
Heading back to the mainland after a Thanksgiving on Martha’s Vineyard, I captured this panorama from the upper deck of the Steamship Authority ferry. The width of our decaseconds homepage doesn’t do it justice; I recommend clicking through and zooming in to see all of the details on Flickr.
Lime Rock Park is a classic racing circuit among the rolling hills of northwestern Connecticut; while each of these components is visually compelling, I’m still working at finding the right way to combine the two different scales into a single image that captures the experience.
Through the warm hues of early-autumn grasses, I guess this Miata just wanted to escape the harvest.
Look at the juxtaposition of the very serious battleship-gray paint and tinted headlights with that adorable smiling happy Miata face—it gets me every time.
The monolithic shadowed face of Trinity College’s Long Walk is particularly dramatic as morning sunshine bounces from the leaves of the surrounding trees.
(And yes, I’m still six months behind processing pictures. And autumn in New England looks great.)
Emerging from the shadow of Bushnell Tower in downtown Hartford, marathon runners bunch and clump and distribute stochastically through the otherwise-empty streets.
Red bricks match red leaves on every tree—except for those elms that stubbornly refuse to turn until months later.
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.
Legend has it that the southern face of Bushnell Tower is nearly windowless because it was meant to closely face a mirror twin of the building (never constructed); now it remains a mysterious facade that adds character to the historic structure.
Swagger and a backdrop of vintage NA Miatas make me want to dub this unknown individual with a dramatic title, but I’m sure there’s a tuner somewhere in Japan who has more properly earned the title.
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