Silver Falls Images

[gallery link="file" columns="2"] Here are some images from the recent Silverfalls hike we went on. I went for a different approach to my composition on this shoot and I am happy with the results. I tried to pull back and really get the falls in the environment not just by themselves. I plan on printing the North Falls Pano on stretched canvas. Excited about getting into that.

The one South Falls shot I made look like a aged beer ad in your favorite pub. That one was cheesy-riffic so I went with it.

Heck of a job BP.

The Picture Of Inaccuracy: The Evolving Estimates Of BP's Oil Leak

On May 5, BP CEO Tony Hayward told Congress in a closed-door briefing that, in the worst-case scenario, the oil well in the Gulf Coast would leak 60,000 barrels of oil per day.

Back then, official government estimates said the well was leaking 5,000 barrels of oil every day. Those estimates have since been repeatedly revised, most recently to reflect an estimated leakage of 35,000-60,000 barrels of oil per day.

Here's a look at how the estimates evolved over time:

CS5, holding the spacebar shortcut not working?

Blame Firefox... No shit.

I have a brand new imac intel i7 27" and have installed photoshop cs5, but the spacebar hand tool is not working. any ideas? the hand tool and all other tools work, just the shortcut key of holding the spacebar doesn't work.

"I've been having the same problem and by accident discovered that my spacebar short cut didn't work if I had my Firefox browser open. So if you are running Firefox by any chance while working in Photoshop CS5 - close it. I ran Safari instead and the hand tool works if that browser is open."

OMGWTFBBQ!!!!111111ELEVENTY!!!11

New art print.

New art print available, printed this at 12 by 40 and that seems to be the perfect size for it. Black border like back in the cibachrome days. The macros were shot on a G9 and the tree moss on a 1ds M2. It was a fun series I was doing about a year ago though I never laid them all out into one print like this.

I have been saying this for awhile now, but facts are sexy.

The Outsourcing Low Cost Lie | Lessons of Failure

# Nearly 50% of outsourced projects fail outright, or fail to meet expectations # 76% of companies said that vendor management effort and costs were much higher than expected # 30% reported ongoing issues with outsourcer management processes (e.g., inadequate governance and conflict resolution procedures) # 51% reported that outsourcer was not performing to expectations

That might sound like a reasonable number, but consider that first point more closely: Nearly 50% of all outsourced projects fail outright or fail to meet expectations in the first place. Essentially, you’re taking the same gamble as red vs. black in Roulette about your project’s success right off the bat, and only then if you pass that hurdle, you’ll get on average, 25% savings over having it done locally.

Have We No Sense of Decency, Sir, at Long Last?

Isn’t that the motivation for much of what we call oversharing, online? Ours is the age of nanocelebrity: broadcasts created by us and, too often, for us and us alone. How many YouTube videos and blog posts and Flickr sets languish, their discussion threads registering a melancholy zero comments, their feature attractions playing to a spellbound audience of one? We’re all Norma Desmond, ready for our close-up. In the age of reality TV and Paris Hilton, American Idol and YouTube (which has the power, if your video goes viral, to turn you into a global celebrity, even if you’re just some guitar geek shredding Pachelbel’s Canon), we see fame as our Warholian birthright. In his book, Fame Junkies: The Hidden Truths Behind America’s Favorite Addiction, Jake Halpern notes that 30% of American teenagers believe they’re destined to be famous. The middle-school students he surveyed seemed to see becoming famous as a goal unto itself, rather than a by-product of doing something that merited renown. Thus, we’re increasingly comfortable with the disappearance of privacy and the prying media eye, not only because it affords a few minutes of Warholian fame but because, like the characters in White Noise, we only feel that we truly exist when we see ourselves reflected in the media eye, because that’s where the real reality is, these days: on the other side of the screen. As ever, the visionary sci-fi novelist J.G. Ballard was prescient. In 1996, he said, “Nothing is real until you put it in the VCR.” Our blithe acceptance of the Death of Privacy makes Foucault’s portentous ruminations on life in surveillance culture seem like so much twitchy-eyed paranoia; in the age of YouTube and Twitter, Facebook and Flickr, we’ve learned to stop worrying and love the panopticon.

Interesting read VIA Riley Dog. And yes, blogging about it is funny I guess but I'd put forth that I use a blog in the classic sense. As in a a web log, such as it was based on a ships log back in the day. A log of one's travels and what one finds interesting. I blog so I can find things again so I can remind myself or read up on them again. It's what I like to find so I put it someplace where I can find it again. If someone stumbles along and finds this poor little site, so be it.

Silver Falls, North Falls Panoramic

Went on a the 8.9 (8.7?) mile Silver Falls hike this past weekend. Here is a panoramic I took of the North Falls while there. Awesome hike but my old ass knee started doing funny stuff about mile 5-6.

I should be posting some more images from there shortly. Backed up with work so the fun stuff has to wait. Actually really enjoyed shooting and working on these. Been awhile since I have really enjoyed my own photography. You may know the feeling.

Hand held pano even though I had a tripod with me, go figure...

Got them BP Oil Spill Blues VIA Neil Young in 1974.

Neil Young : Vampire BluesOn the Beach, 1974.

I'm a vampire, babe, suckin' blood from the earth. I'm a vampire, baby, suckin' blood from the earth. Well, I'm a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth.

I'm a black bat, babe, bangin' on your window pane I'm a black bat, baby, bangin' on your window pane. Well, I'm a black bat, babe, I need my high octane.

Good times are comin', I hear it everywhere I go. Good times are comin', I hear it everywhere I go. Good times are comin', but they sure comin' slow.

I'm a vampire, babe, suckin' blood from the earth. I'm a vampire, baby, suckin' blood from the earth. Well, I'm a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth.

Good times are coming.

Non-Destructive Cropping!

I actually found something in Photoshop CS5 that makes me a happy Panda.  Non-Destructive Cropping.

Cropping non-destructively After you create a cropping rectangle with the Crop tool, select Hide from the options bar to preserve the cropped area in a layer. Restore the cropped area anytime by choosing Image > Reveal All or by dragging the Crop tool beyond the edge of the image. The Hide option is unavailable for images that contain only a background layer.

The Informant

When polar bears hunt, they crouch down by a hole in the ice and wait for a seal to pop up. They keep one paw over their nose so that they blend in, because they've got those black noses. They'd blend in perfectly if not for the nose. So the question is, how do they know their noses are black? From looking at other polar bears? Do they see their reflections in the water and think, "I'd be invisible if not for that." That seems like a lot of thinking for a bear. We took the kids one year to the Renaissance Festival in Indiana. You get to be the White Knight. The kids get to ride a horse and joust against the forces of darkness with a helmet on. And the White Knight always wins - the forces of darkness fall onto an old mattress. Someone plays a Lute and plays a song from Medieval Times. The day we went it was maybe 90 degrees out and the heat and humidity index I can't even remember what the radio said. We were next in line and the mare collapsed. Went down in a heap. Ginger was eating Ye Olde Drumstick and she dropped it in the dirt. The kids were crying. I remember this farmer saying he had a gun in his truck. Just like that. From the White Knight to a gun in the truck. They had everyone turn their backs before they put the animal down, but even if you couldn't see you could still hear. How do you get that back? How does that get to be fair?

I've been to Tokyo. They sell little-girl underwear in the vending machines right on the main drag, the Ginza, or whatever. Guys in suits buying used girl panties. How is that okay? That's not okay.

One of the Japanese guys told me a story. This lysine salesman is in a meeting with someone from ConAgra or some other company, I don't know. And the client leans forward and says "I have the same tie as you, only the pattern is reversed." And then he drops dead, face down on the table. Alive and then dead. Brain aneurism. Maybe everyone has a sentence like that, a little time bomb. "I have the same tie as you, only the pattern's reversed." Dead. The last thing they'll ever say.

Via Riley Dog, Radish King.

RIP

Dennis Hopper, 1936 – 2010

I didn’t use a light meter; I just read the light off my hands. So the light varies, and there are some dark images. Also, I’m sort of a nervous person with the camera, so I will just shoot arbitrarily until I can focus and compose something, and then I make a shot. So generally, in those proof sheets, there are only three or four really concentrated efforts to take a photograph. It’s not like a professional kind of person who sets it up so every photograph looks really cool.

-Dennis Hopper