Inspired Artistry in Saint Petersburg

          I came upon an artist selling her beautiful work. She held a watercolor rendering of the Church of Our Savior on Spilled Blood. Her painting shows the clouds in the background, almost the same as the clouds in the background of the photographs I took of the church, and photographs taken by others.

View of the church from the Griboedov canal. 

Russian Orthodox church with romantic nationalism architecture.

Onion dome from inside the church.

Everywhere, all over the church, one can see exquisite work in the mosaics.

Travel buddy Ralph taking a photograph from around one of the columns.

It takes a while to contemplate the artistry inside the church.

Thousands of mosaics on the walls and columns.

Canon Powershot A530.

Toward the Train

Pothole in an old part of eighth street.

For Trees

     Our trees remain daily in my mind. I look up at them and cross my fingers that they sip enough moisture underground. So far, so good. A normal summer envelops us this year, giving us a bit of respite from the heat of last year.

An oak grows into the sidewalk and its light on eighth street.

Trees provide shade on abandoned rail tracks that run along the easement.

Infrared image of a pecan tree, a marvelous pecan tree that stands about 100 feet tall.

IR720 filter, Nikon D4, 24mm, f2.8, 13 seconds, post-processed in Photoshop.

Infrared oak tree. IR720 filter, D4, f2.8, 15 seconds, post-processed in PhotoShop.

I'm still dabbling with infrared, a most difficult, to me, form of photography. 

After Nipping

     Why, might you ask, would anyone convert the loveliness of a passionflower to black and white? Because, I might respond, it looks just as fascinating! It was something I discovered while fiddling around in Photoshop CS6 during post-processing.
      Following the suggestion made by Scott Kelby, (I have consumed his four-volume collection, The Digital Photography Book, available online.) I purchased a tile of black granite. Then I peeked outside at the passionflower vine. Upon it I glimpsed an open flower, looking magnificent. I shuddered, for my plan included nipping one -- sacrilege -- to place upon the black granite. With tripod, flash, remote shutter release, Nikon D4, and 105mm lens, I finally took an image that the wind did not render blurry.

     I placed the passionflower in a bowl with water, then delighted for the rest of the afternoon in looking at it, glancing at it, admiring it, happy that it remained open all the way to my bedtime. This morning I hopped out of bed to see it again. Overnight, it had curled up and closed, ready to create fruit in spite of its circumstance.

Fledglings to Make Lila Proud

Fledglings are everywhere these days, making a racket in the trees 

and in the garden, begging for food from their parents.

Two Blue jays wait quietly, patiently, hungrily.

When Mom appears with food, the fledglings chirp and chatter in high decibels. 

I took these images with Nikon D3 and 80-400mm through a window that confounded the auto focus.

My allusion to Lila in the title pays homage to Lila Arnold, Executive Director of Wild Bird Rescue, who releases abandoned or injured and recovered baby birds by the hundreds every year.

Cat at Thousands ISO

5,000 ISO; Nikon D4, 24mm f2.8, f3.5, 0.40,000s, manual, auto WB, in camera light meter; cropped with no additional changes during post-processing in the digital darkroom.

8,000 ISO; Nikon D4, 24mm f2.8, f3.5, 1/5s, manual, auto WB, in camera light meter; cropped with no additional changes during post-processing in the digital darkroom.

65,535 ISO; Nikon D4, 24mm f2.8, f3.5, 1/60s, manual, auto WB, in camera light meter; cropped with no additional changes during post-processing in the digital darkroom. 

Hazy Day to DTO

The City of Wichita Falls. 

    Haze covered Texas this morning. From 3,500 feet MyMrMallory and I glided smoothly above the thermals toward Denton airport. On our way, MyMrMallory took control of the Scissortail to make turns on a point -- the point being, specifically, his son's new home -- while I took pictures of the acreage upon which it stands, all green now, after the construction of the house. 

    After a few shots, I flew along Highway 380 toward the airport. Denton tower was open and busy, talking to students and other aircraft enjoying the experience of flying during the 4th of July. The tower controller nimbly handled a stream of aircraft approaching, landing, taking off, doing touch 'n goes, and departing. 

    We followed control tower's instructions to continue over H380 and then make a 90-degree turn to final for runway 18. I flew my approach almost perfectly, with the right speed and settings. My landing spooked MyMrMallory, but then, they usually do. I followed instructions from ground control to stop and shut down at Business Air, a nice FBO at Denton airport. We feel especially fond of Business Air in Denton for the kindness they showed us last year. We flew to the radio shop on the field, and while they worked on the radio for a couple of hours, we walked around the buildings, stumbling upon Business Air, whose gentle receptionist offered a crew car for us to look for a place to have lunch. 

    Fueled up (all of seven gallons for the Scissortail), and licking our lips after a tasty homemade ice cream cone, we started up and flew toward the Wichita Falls VOR. Ten miles from the VOR, MyMrMallory took control of the aircraft and began his practice. I peered over the nose at Wichita Valley airport. 

   "Where is everyone? It's a holiday and I thought they'd be flying around all over the place."

   "It's hot and it's lunchtime," said MyMrMallory. His eyebrows frowned as he fell deeply into focus on flying the plane. 

    Neither was the Municipal airport occupied with aircraft. We had the runways all to ourselves as I approached on a right base to runway 15R. The runway, having 13,100 feet in length, and the airport, located at the very end of that runway, make for a long, long taxi; so I maintained 500 feet AGL, glided along over the concrete until I had about 1,000 feet of it left at the end. Then I descended and gently landed, then exited at the end and headed to the airport. Whether MyMrMallory felt spooked or not, I may not ever know, but I did hear a sigh of relief coming from my right before I opened my window and a gush of cooling air blew inside the cockpit. 

   

Water Off the Nose

Banking toward the Red River along the Oklahoma and Texas borders, off the nose of the airplane.

$111 Coffee and Cookie

   To fulfill some of my flying requirements, I flew to Abilene with MyMrMallory in the right seat. In Abilene, we sipped some coffee, sampled a chocolate chip cookie, and then returned home. 

   Early mornings during the summer provide the best time to fly a little airplane, with mild temperatures and not too many thermals to bounce us around. During our flight, we heard other general aviation traffic on the radio, but had both airports all to ourselves, which is one of the charms about flying, in my view. One mustn't become complacent though, thinking we have the sky for our own, and should maintain a look out for other aircraft whose occupants also experience the delight of aviation.

    iPhone photo of the Red River and the nose of the Scissortail as we banked toward final on 15R at Sheppard.

Infrared Sunflower and Chair

     Nikon D2xs, IR 720 filter, 35mm, f3.5, 1.0s, 100 ISO, auto WB, manual mode; cropped, lightened up a bit, and increased contrast during post processing in the digital darkroom using Aperture.

Turkish Art

In my kitchen, I placed Swiss chard in a hand-painted bowl from Avanos, Turkey, 

painted by an artist in the shop called Firca. iPhone photo.

Underside of the bowl. iPhone photo.

One of the artists of the Firca shop at his work. Nikon D3, 45mm, ISO 1000, f2.8, 1/20.

A Bite Taken on a Moth

Dry Ice in the Sink

Nikon D700, 50mm, ISO 100, f1.4, 1/400, manual mode, auto white balance.

Air Race Classic 2012 Took Off Today

Story in today's News Herald.

Follow the racers by visiting their blogs 

at the Air Race Classic's Web site listing 

and by visiting the racers' Facebook page.

Pre-fruit Passionflower

     Passionflowers bloom one time, one day, then curl up to focus their energy in becoming fruit.

Nikon D2xs, 50mm, 100 ISO, f3.5, 1/200, manual metering, 

post processed in the digital darkroom for cropping, contrast, and higher exposure.

Flower as Porch

Moth meal at noon on the front porch.

Spider on thistle.

Between Here and There

       A drive across a country or state, any state, not only Texas, will yield some interesting "grab" shots. Those are the shots you take as your vehicle zooms by on the roads and you quickly raise your camera to "grab" a scene. The scenery, among other things, makes travel so interesting. Drive safely.

Nikon D7000, 50mm, Program mode.

Safety in Knowledge, and Great Burgers, Too

      Too Tall and other instructors invited the local general aviation community to lectures in safety, rides in jet simulators, and a visit to the control tower at Sheppard Air Force Base. Many attended landing in light sport aircraft, several Bonanzas, and a Stearman, and were treated to beautifully cooked burgers.

Biplane from Gainesville, Texas, viewed from inside the vehicle that transported 

the pilots from the parking to the hangar.

Control tower at SAFB. 

Too Tall enlightened the pilots in attendance about the routes that the jets take as they train.

A simulator technician watches as one of the pilots flies a T-38.

Inside the simulator cockpit of a T-38.

Pilots Tom and Carolyn watch the monitors outside the simulator.

Fuselage of a real T-38.

Stretch marks on the empennage of a T-38. 

It was a family event.

Passionflower

It bloomed, and here we are, delightedly.