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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, July 27, 2015

Milky Way

 The Red River Photography Club hosted a field trip to Benjamin, Texas. 


          My first time making images of the stars, I felt so excited that I packed my camera a full week in advance. Mark, Nick, and Mike trekked ahead of the group to mow the grass, grown tall by the high levels of moisture the area has received. The moon was bright until two o'clock. By then, I had left to wind my way back home, delighted about learning about some of tools for sky photography. 


Crepuscular rays at sunset and Ben's camera working to make an undoubtedly great image.


    Of interest only to me, this is my first ever image of the dark sky. If you squint hard enough, you can glimpse Ursa Major in the top half of the picture. The moon lights up the cliffs below. It is the same view that Ben's camera captures in the top image using the basic nighttime camera settings of ISO 6400, f4, and 25 seconds. The difficult part of making these images comes later on, in front of the computer. 


     And this is my favorite image of the evening, rendered with basic post processing for now. The moon washes out the right side of the picture, but one can still see the Milky Way and the group of members in the foreground. The monitors of their cameras light up their faces as they check their shots of the Andromeda nebula. Ben and Gene stand at his camera (with the long lens), Tom stands behind them, Seth sits under the eve of the cabin, and Nick sits to the right.


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JMHawley Gave Me a Kiss to Build a Dream On

Listen, will you? I think that . . . literature, poetry, music and love make the world go round . . . while mathematics explains things; I fill my life with them, then go walking in snowy woods.
Let us go then, you and I
like two etherized patients floating
through life, together feeling prufrockian.
DDB Jr. makes my world go 'round; during his absence, Pachelbel fills it up.
One summer I sailed across the Atlantic Ocean, then through the Gulf of Finland to reach Saint Petersburg; I pursued Joseph Brodsky in its alley ways. I dream of making that two summers.
I read “Biking to Electra;” found my way in a Jaguar car, and glanced at the flashing steel grasshoppers at sunset. I’ll follow K.O.P.’s footsteps after he followed N.Scott Momaday’s; find warmth and inspiration on a rainy mountain.
Throw chinese coins for the I Ching.
Save the whales, the spotted owl, the woman in toil.
Cast a fly for trout; my memories of fly fishing under the sunny blue Colorado sky remain; I yearn to build more . . . with more trophy Browns.
Listen for the swan’s calls on the Baltic Sea. Feel KKII's joy, his arms spread wide in Yazilikaya.
Good night, Jimmy Durante, where ever you are.