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I had become many eons ago a traveling literary gnome, inquisitive about places I had and had not visited,
walking the same paths of peoples from the past, through places once grand and still grand,
photographing images that now show me the places about which I still dream . . .

Monday, August 30, 2010

One Reason to Appreciate Cellphone Imaging Technology

        Cellphones document images by scanning, and so this is what they do when presented with a fast moving airplane propeller. For fun, hover your hand over a printer as you scan. It makes for funky imaging. Cellphones do the same. Here I show images I took with my iPhone as MyMrMallory flew Papa Charlie's King Air to Midland.
From the right seat, I captured the effect of the cellphone imaging technology on the blades of the propeller. As usual, I appreciate the gorgeous puffy clouds in the background. 

Over the dash I took a picture of the left engine and props with gorgeous clouds in the background. 

Hold the cellphone vertically to create a different look.

Yes, those are actually UFOs speeding ahead of us (smirk).
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2 comments:

  1. AliciaSeptember 8, 2010 at 10:26 AM

    Absolutely fascinating! You always have the most interesting perspectives.

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  2. Elizabeth B HawleySeptember 10, 2010 at 8:35 PM

    Thank you! I am lucky to have good subjects to photograph!

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