What a great sight at 7 AM =)
Full day 3 set
Saturday, July 26, 2008
HTF, SVS and Friends eat Japanese
Dunno what the name of this place was in Vegas but they are hibachi style and they RULE.
Full set here
Full set here
Microsoft's Surface Sucks!
It kept crashing and bluescreening on us, it totally sucks and is too slow to use when it isnt crashed. Has potential for sure but not ready for prime time AT ALL. If it wasnt free to use (except for the ridiculous FIFTEEN DOLLAR drinks, I'da asked for my money back!
Friday, July 04, 2008
Red, white and Blue Fireworks #2
OK, I had a ton of fun with the fireworks tonight. Back to 'Kaboom' on the Navesink (Pronounced NAY VEH SINK, not NAH VA SINK, dont be a Benny!) in RedBank/Middletown NJ. Wasnt even supposed to go, my family was all messed up with different trips we were taking this weekend and nobody was gonna be in Red Bank for fireworks, and my Dad rolled an ATV over his ankle so he never got his boat out, but at the last minute things came together and I wound up on the RedBank to Middletown Bridge.
Last year's best image is so far my most viewed picture in Flickr out of the thousands of trash I have posted I am most proud of this one:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kadath/721919177/
And the whole set:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/kadath/sets/72157600724830048/
Tonight I took over 350 shots, varying the time on Bulb and wasnt sure I was gonna get many I like. I don't know if their is one as 'iconic' as my red white and blue shot from last year but I think on the whole I took better looking more interesting shots. Flipping through em in Lightroom I 'picked' 210 of 350, which is way too many of course, but I really do like a lot of em. I didnt have my 20D with the L lens either, I was using the consumer 18-200VR on my D300, and I really dont think the gear made all that much difference, but having a couple of years under my belt making mistake after mistake really did.
Here's the first batch:
http://flickr.com/photos/kadath/sets/72157605970166365/
And the two I like best so far are these ones:
http://flickr.com/photos/kadath/2635968980/
http://flickr.com/photos/kadath/2635971612/
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Morning Dew
Crazy weather here lately, from 103 degrees to incredible storms to 65 degree chilly nights at the Sandy Hook concert series. My Rose Bush has exactly one bud on it this summer, and it is a magnet for morning dew.
3 more in the set can be found -here-
3 more in the set can be found -here-
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Diet Coke and Mentos fun!
Showed Ryan and Eddie (and the whole fam too) how to make Diet Coke cannons using Mentos, they really dug it and we got a pretty awesome fountain!
Full set can be found -here.-
Full set can be found -here.-
Friday, June 13, 2008
Walt Whitman's reflections on Navesink
In my morning Gmail Alerts I got a curious hit on 'Navesink'. Apparently there is a short section in Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass titled "Fancies at Navesink". Well, I'm sure both of my parents, my sister, and I were all required to read Leaves and somehow I never heard about this connection. Thank's to Project Gutenberg I was able to get the whole section and I have placed it here below.
Walt Whitman
Leaves of Grass
[FANCIES AT NAVESINK]
[I] The Pilot in the Mist
Steaming the northern rapids--(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence,
A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why,
Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)
Again 'tis just at morning--a heavy haze contends with daybreak,
Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me--I press through
foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me,
Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman
Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.
[I] The Pilot in the Mist
Steaming the northern rapids--(an old St. Lawrence reminiscence,
A sudden memory-flash comes back, I know not why,
Here waiting for the sunrise, gazing from this hill;)
Again 'tis just at morning--a heavy haze contends with daybreak,
Again the trembling, laboring vessel veers me--I press through
foam-dash'd rocks that almost touch me,
Again I mark where aft the small thin Indian helmsman
Looms in the mist, with brow elate and governing hand.
[II] Had I the Choice
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors--Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakspere's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello--Tennyson's fair ladies,
Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme,
delight of singers;
These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter,
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
And leave its odor there.
Had I the choice to tally greatest bards,
To limn their portraits, stately, beautiful, and emulate at will,
Homer with all his wars and warriors--Hector, Achilles, Ajax,
Or Shakspere's woe-entangled Hamlet, Lear, Othello--Tennyson's fair ladies,
Metre or wit the best, or choice conceit to wield in perfect rhyme,
delight of singers;
These, these, O sea, all these I'd gladly barter,
Would you the undulation of one wave, its trick to me transfer,
Or breathe one breath of yours upon my verse,
And leave its odor there.
[III] You Tides with Ceaseless Swell
You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!
You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space's spread,
Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations,
What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius'?
what Capella's?
What central heart--and you the pulse--vivifies all? what boundless
aggregate of all?
What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in
you? what fluid, vast identity,
Holding the universe with all its parts as one--as sailing in a ship?
[IV] Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
Last of ebb, and daylight waning,
Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,
With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
Many a muffled confession--many a sob and whisper'd word,
As of speakers far or hid.
How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!
Poets unnamed--artists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost designs,
Love's unresponse--a chorus of age's complaints--hope's last words,
Some suicide's despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and
never again return.
On to oblivion then!
On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
On for your time, ye furious debouche!
You tides with ceaseless swell! you power that does this work!
You unseen force, centripetal, centrifugal, through space's spread,
Rapport of sun, moon, earth, and all the constellations,
What are the messages by you from distant stars to us? what Sirius'?
what Capella's?
What central heart--and you the pulse--vivifies all? what boundless
aggregate of all?
What subtle indirection and significance in you? what clue to all in
you? what fluid, vast identity,
Holding the universe with all its parts as one--as sailing in a ship?
[IV] Last of Ebb, and Daylight Waning
Last of ebb, and daylight waning,
Scented sea-cool landward making, smells of sedge and salt incoming,
With many a half-caught voice sent up from the eddies,
Many a muffled confession--many a sob and whisper'd word,
As of speakers far or hid.
How they sweep down and out! how they mutter!
Poets unnamed--artists greatest of any, with cherish'd lost designs,
Love's unresponse--a chorus of age's complaints--hope's last words,
Some suicide's despairing cry, Away to the boundless waste, and
never again return.
On to oblivion then!
On, on, and do your part, ye burying, ebbing tide!
On for your time, ye furious debouche!
[V] And Yet Not You Alone
And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
Nor you, ye lost designs alone--nor failures, aspirations;
I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again--duly the hinges turning,
Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,
Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
The rhythmus of Birth eternal.
And yet not you alone, twilight and burying ebb,
Nor you, ye lost designs alone--nor failures, aspirations;
I know, divine deceitful ones, your glamour's seeming;
Duly by you, from you, the tide and light again--duly the hinges turning,
Duly the needed discord-parts offsetting, blending,
Weaving from you, from Sleep, Night, Death itself,
The rhythmus of Birth eternal.
[VI] Proudly the Flood Comes In
Proudly the flood comes in, shouting, foaming, advancing,
Long it holds at the high, with bosom broad outswelling,
All throbs, dilates--the farms, woods, streets of cities--workmen at work,
Mainsails, topsails, jibs, appear in the offing--steamers' pennants
of smoke--and under the forenoon sun,
Freighted with human lives, gaily the outward bound, gaily the
inward bound,
Flaunting from many a spar the flag I love.
[VII] By That Long Scan of Waves
By that long scan of waves, myself call'd back, resumed upon myself,
In every crest some undulating light or shade--some retrospect,
Joys, travels, studies, silent panoramas--scenes ephemeral,
The long past war, the battles, hospital sights, the wounded and the dead,
Myself through every by-gone phase--my idle youth--old age at hand,
My three-score years of life summ'd up, and more, and past,
By any grand ideal tried, intentionless, the whole a nothing,
And haply yet some drop within God's scheme's ensemble--some
wave, or part of wave,
Like one of yours, ye multitudinous ocean.
[VIII] Then Last Of All
Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same,
The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.
Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
Only by law of you, your swell and ebb, enclosing me the same,
The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.
This was first published in 1885. I can tell you Walt, 125 years later and the Navesink is still remarkable.
You can get the full text of Leaves here:
Text version here:
Information about Project Gutenberg can be found here:
For those, like me, who don't know what 'debouche' means (tho I remembered enough French to know it translates as 'from the mouth', it means 'emerge or exit' according to Webster...
Friday, June 06, 2008
Joe Walsh for President!
Full set from the Eagles when they played at the Prudential Center in Newark, NJ a few weeks back can be found -here-
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Edge Effect
Used Matt Kloskowshi's Edge Effect idea in Lightroom to transform this blah picture into something I really like. Took all of 30 seconds to do it =)
Sunday, May 11, 2008
Crescent Moon
Not as impressive as the full moon but still pretty damn cool I think!
Ryan helped me get this one!
Ryan helped me get this one!
Friday, May 09, 2008
Kip Rosser plays Theremin at Trenton Computer Festival
Most people have no idea what a Theremin is, and those that do usually only recognize it as having helped create the spooky and kooky music from films such as The Day the Earth Stood Still, Mars Attacks! and Plan 9 from Outer Space. During Trenton Computer Festival 08 musician Kip Rosser put on an amazing virtuoso performance of the Theremin as a revolutionary and versatile instrument, both solo and when joined by a synthesizer organ. Highly recommended if yiou ever get a chance to hear one!
Full set -here-
Full set -here-
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