NYC - 43

NYC - 43

Jacob K. Javits Federal Building

Side of a quarter

Side of a quarter

So I taped a quarter to a telephoto zoom lens and went to town. As with the others tonight I used an old Minolta 45mm lens held to the Fuji backwards as a 'macro lens'

You can get really really close but the depth of field is very very narrow.

The blue is a jacket on a chair behind me.

FindingTheBalance

FindingTheBalance

Toyoko Line Above, Road Below: Shibuya, Tokyo

Toyoko Line Above, Road Below: Shibuya, Tokyo

I find Tokyo the most amazing place for 'levels', whether it be amazing, tiny restaurants tucked away on the 7th Floor of a building that is just a few metres wide. Or like this; trains on top, cars below. This isn't the most profound example of the phenomenon: I know somewhere near Hamamatsucho where you can see the train, three levels of motorway, the monorail and the canal all in one eyeful.

This is the Toyoko Line platform for trains heading towards Daikanyama, shot from the footbridge outside the station that crosses the main road intersection.

Nikon D300

Tokina 11-16mm f/2.8 @ f/22

1second exposure [to get some blur]

ISO 320

Camera rested on the handrail of the walkway.

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The Hardy Tree

The Hardy Tree

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***100*** Blood, Sweat and Cheers

***100*** Blood, Sweat and Cheers

(100 is the number of different species of N. American birds-in-flight that I have captured and posted so far.)

Still Running

Still Running

View On Black ~ In the Hyde Park neighborhood, by the IC Tracks. Seen better days on the outside, but still runs the streets. Compared to todays cars, this is like driving a tank. A real "heavy Chevy."

I once rode to go fishing in Wisconsin in a car like this. I was 11 or so. and it was 1962 or '63. It was at night and we drifted in and out of fog banks on two lane blacktops at 110 mph. Heaven help whatever we hit, was the thinking, I suppose.

All the adults were drunk. We were flying along dark back country roads. The smell was a seductive mixture of bay rum hair oil, perfume, whiskey and coke, and Chesterfield and Camel smokes combined with the heady, deep-and-musty, earth-scent of Wisconsin farmland, and stands of pine and fir trees. Sleep was my only defense. That and "He's So Fine." by the Chiffons as it played over the tinney-sounding AM radio.

I don't think I ever told my mom and dad about this one. They may have been pissed. Then again, in 1963 people were more - forgiving - of having their children around adults doing "adult" things. As long as we survived, I guess.

I must admit I look back on that trip with great fondness.