It's a crazy sharp lens considering it's 59 years old. Lovely sonnar bokeh too. I hope to get out with it at the weekend for some decent shots.
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Photo of the day March 2016
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It's a crazy sharp lens considering it's 59 years old. Lovely sonnar bokeh too. I hope to get out with it at the weekend for some decent shots.
Two nights ago when my wife went to bed, she heard something under the dresser and assumed it was one of the cats. Then a squirrel jumped out at her. She freaked (as any normal person would). So I went upstairs and confirmed that yes, there was a squirrel there. Closed off our bedroom door, we both slept on the family room couches, and we agreed we'd deal with it in the morning.
Come morning the squirrel was still there. Sadly one of our cats was trapped in the room with the squirrel overnight unbeknownst to me. Opened the door the following morning and Zoe ran out. Squirrel still there. So I opened a window that leads to the roof and closed the door.
We then attempted to figure out a plan—both for getting ready to go to work and for the larger issue of dealing with the squirrel. I ran point for Kate holding a broom while she collected her clothes. We then closeted ourselves in the bathroom, brushed our teeth, and planned for any other items we needed from the bedroom. I decided to not shower and just wear casual clothes to work—I’d change into scrubs when I got to work. The Y chromosome kicked in and it was all about watching my wife’s back armed with my broom.
Fast forward—I was rounding with my team on the medical wards and my wife was back at home after attending a meeting she couldn’t miss. She had called the people from the Big Blue Bug pest control company (a brief shot of their mascot can be seen in the movie Dumb and Dumber when they are driving out of Providence) and they were at the house. Yay, the cavalry had arrived. No squirrel present after a thorough search of the house. The assumption was that it ran out the window I had left open. Things were all good. Except for the fact that we learned there were squirrel feces in the family room fireplace, feces all over the first floor, claw and paw marks on our dining room chairs and all the windows on the first floor.
So presumably while we were feeling safe sleeping on the couches in the family room a squirrel was roaming in our midst. While my team is waiting to continue rounds, I’m feeling mildly violated and having a Helter-Skelter moment—rabid Nazi squirrel? But at least the squirrel wasn’t present anymore. We need to cap our chimneys as this seemed like the likeliest route of entry. Inspection of the attic didn’t show any squirrel nests. Rogue actor fell in through the open chimney, ran all over the house, ended up upstairs in our bedroom, spent the night with Zoe, ran out the window in the morning. Good story.
Fast forward to last night. My wife went upstairs to take a shower and saw a lump in the bed. Not sure if it was clumped up clothes or maybe one of the cats. Nope (you guessed it), it was the squirrel. Cuddled up in our bed under the sheets. So she came downstairs and grabbed me. She had touched the lump in the sheets and nothing moved, so she was worried it was dead.
Ironically, the photographer in me had been regretting that I didn’t bring a camera on the first night at 12:30 when the initial squirrel issue developed—would have been cool to document the squirrel incident. So last night I was actually a little excited to hear that the squirrel was still present—here was my chance.
Went to our bedroom with a camera this time and didn’t see the squirrel on the floor. Did see the lump on the bed though. Raised the sheets, found the squirrel, and it immediately took off ending up in our bathroom. Closed the bathroom door and armed with a broom I opened the bathroom window and “poked the bear” (meaning the basket the squirrel was hiding in) having camera in hand.
Took several pics of the squirrel running around in our bathroom before it noticed the open window and I “shooed” it out.
In hindsight, this ended up being a poorly written horror story—we thought we were safe, but no THE SQUIRREL WAS STILL PRESENT.
On a side note, squirrels are *fast*. Was shooting in aperture priority @ f/2.8 Most of the shots were at shutter speeds around 1/160th. Lots of blur on several of the shots. Lesson learned. Shutter priority or manual the next time around
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That's a cool story and I'm glad you got your photo. Mrs AFB would never go to sleep if there was as much as a spider in the house she knew about!Two nights ago when my wife went to bed, she heard something under the dresser and assumed it was one of the cats. Then a squirrel jumped out at her. She freaked (as any normal person would). So I went upstairs and confirmed that yes, there was a squirrel there. Closed off our bedroom door, we both slept on the family room couches, and we agreed we'd deal with it in the morning.
Come morning the squirrel was still there. Sadly one of our cats was trapped in the room with the squirrel overnight unbeknownst to me. Opened the door the following morning and Zoe ran out. Squirrel still there. So I opened a window that leads to the roof and closed the door.
We then attempted to figure out a plan—both for getting ready to go to work and for the larger issue of dealing with the squirrel. I ran point for Kate holding a broom while she collected her clothes. We then closeted ourselves in the bathroom, brushed our teeth, and planned for any other items we needed from the bedroom. I decided to not shower and just wear casual clothes to work—I’d change into scrubs when I got to work. The Y chromosome kicked in and it was all about watching my wife’s back armed with my broom.
Fast forward—I was rounding with my team on the medical wards and my wife was back at home after attending a meeting she couldn’t miss. She had called the people from the Big Blue Bug pest control company (a brief shot of their mascot can be seen in the movie Dumb and Dumber when they are driving out of Providence) and they were at the house. Yay, the cavalry had arrived. No squirrel present after a thorough search of the house. The assumption was that it ran out the window I had left open. Things were all good. Except for the fact that we learned there were squirrel feces in the family room fireplace, feces all over the first floor, claw and paw marks on our dining room chairs and all the windows on the first floor.
So presumably while we were feeling safe sleeping on the couches in the family room a squirrel was roaming in our midst. While my team is waiting to continue rounds, I’m feeling mildly violated and having a Helter-Skelter moment—rabid Nazi squirrel? But at least the squirrel wasn’t present anymore. We need to cap our chimneys as this seemed like the likeliest route of entry. Inspection of the attic didn’t show any squirrel nests. Rogue actor fell in through the open chimney, ran all over the house, ended up upstairs in our bedroom, spent the night with Zoe, ran out the window in the morning. Good story.
Fast forward to last night. My wife went upstairs to take a shower and saw a lump in the bed. Not sure if it was clumped up clothes or maybe one of the cats. Nope (you guessed it), it was the squirrel. Cuddled up in our bed under the sheets. So she came downstairs and grabbed me. She had touched the lump in the sheets and nothing moved, so she was worried it was dead.
Ironically, the photographer in me had been regretting that I didn’t bring a camera on the first night at 12:30 when the initial squirrel issue developed—would have been cool to document the squirrel incident. So last night I was actually a little excited to hear that the squirrel was still present—here was my chance.
Went to our bedroom with a camera this time and didn’t see the squirrel on the floor. Did see the lump on the bed though. Raised the sheets, found the squirrel, and it immediately took off ending up in our bathroom. Closed the bathroom door and armed with a broom I opened the bathroom window and “poked the bear” (meaning the basket the squirrel was hiding in) having camera in hand.
Took several pics of the squirrel running around in our bathroom before it noticed the open window and I “shooed” it out.
In hindsight, this ended up being a poorly written horror story—we thought we were safe, but no THE SQUIRREL WAS STILL PRESENT.
On a side note, squirrels are *fast*. Was shooting in aperture priority @ f/2.8 Most of the shots were at shutter speeds around 1/160th. Lots of blur on several of the shots. Lesson learned. Shutter priority or manual the next time around
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Very nice. But I think you need to clean your sensor. The picture is covered in spotsLeopard, Zambia
DSC_0230 IR by Hugh Russell, on Flickr
Nikon D70 infrared converted, Nikon AF-S 18-135mm
Cheers
Hugh
Two nights ago when my wife went to bed, she heard something under the dresser and assumed it was one of the cats. Then a squirrel jumped out at her. She freaked (as any normal person would). So I went upstairs and confirmed that yes, there was a squirrel there. Closed off our bedroom door, we both slept on the family room couches, and we agreed we'd deal with it in the morning.
Come morning the squirrel was still there. Sadly one of our cats was trapped in the room with the squirrel overnight unbeknownst to me. Opened the door the following morning and Zoe ran out. Squirrel still there. So I opened a window that leads to the roof and closed the door.
We then attempted to figure out a plan—both for getting ready to go to work and for the larger issue of dealing with the squirrel. I ran point for Kate holding a broom while she collected her clothes. We then closeted ourselves in the bathroom, brushed our teeth, and planned for any other items we needed from the bedroom. I decided to not shower and just wear casual clothes to work—I’d change into scrubs when I got to work. The Y chromosome kicked in and it was all about watching my wife’s back armed with my broom.
Fast forward—I was rounding with my team on the medical wards and my wife was back at home after attending a meeting she couldn’t miss. She had called the people from the Big Blue Bug pest control company (a brief shot of their mascot can be seen in the movie Dumb and Dumber when they are driving out of Providence) and they were at the house. Yay, the cavalry had arrived. No squirrel present after a thorough search of the house. The assumption was that it ran out the window I had left open. Things were all good. Except for the fact that we learned there were squirrel feces in the family room fireplace, feces all over the first floor, claw and paw marks on our dining room chairs and all the windows on the first floor.
So presumably while we were feeling safe sleeping on the couches in the family room a squirrel was roaming in our midst. While my team is waiting to continue rounds, I’m feeling mildly violated and having a Helter-Skelter moment—rabid Nazi squirrel? But at least the squirrel wasn’t present anymore. We need to cap our chimneys as this seemed like the likeliest route of entry. Inspection of the attic didn’t show any squirrel nests. Rogue actor fell in through the open chimney, ran all over the house, ended up upstairs in our bedroom, spent the night with Zoe, ran out the window in the morning. Good story.
Fast forward to last night. My wife went upstairs to take a shower and saw a lump in the bed. Not sure if it was clumped up clothes or maybe one of the cats. Nope (you guessed it), it was the squirrel. Cuddled up in our bed under the sheets. So she came downstairs and grabbed me. She had touched the lump in the sheets and nothing moved, so she was worried it was dead.
Ironically, the photographer in me had been regretting that I didn’t bring a camera on the first night at 12:30 when the initial squirrel issue developed—would have been cool to document the squirrel incident. So last night I was actually a little excited to hear that the squirrel was still present—here was my chance.
Went to our bedroom with a camera this time and didn’t see the squirrel on the floor. Did see the lump on the bed though. Raised the sheets, found the squirrel, and it immediately took off ending up in our bathroom. Closed the bathroom door and armed with a broom I opened the bathroom window and “poked the bear” (meaning the basket the squirrel was hiding in) having camera in hand.
Took several pics of the squirrel running around in our bathroom before it noticed the open window and I “shooed” it out.
In hindsight, this ended up being a poorly written horror story—we thought we were safe, but no THE SQUIRREL WAS STILL PRESENT.
On a side note, squirrels are *fast*. Was shooting in aperture priority @ f/2.8 Most of the shots were at shutter speeds around 1/160th. Lots of blur on several of the shots. Lesson learned. Shutter priority or manual the next time around
Thanks for a good read to start the day!
on a road trip through Death Valley, there is a super bloom right now. these are rare- happening once every decade or two. got allot of good pics. hard to choose one. shot on my cheapo nikon d3100 with 12-24 wide angle nikon lens.
Another from Chicago. Comments aways appreciated.
Willis in the clouds by another scotsman, on Flickr
Willis in the clouds by another scotsman, on Flickr
Sheep... and the church at Crook, Cumbria...
Tourists at the beach. I like the one little splash of red in a mostly blue scene.
Beautiful day in St Albans today and here is the city's coat of arms to celebrate that fact.
Sony A7 with Jupiter 3 50mm @F2
Needed to be a beautiful day after my 2 hour 21 mile commute in the fog this morning!
Sony A7 with Jupiter 3 50mm @F2
Needed to be a beautiful day after my 2 hour 21 mile commute in the fog this morning!
Lovely lighting in this one Doylem. Glad it's looking a bit drier up there now.Sheep... and the church at Crook, Cumbria...
Primo Gentlemans Barbers Glasgow by Ken OHagan, on Flickr
Primo Gentlemans Barbers Glasgow by Ken OHagan, on Flickr
Nice vintage looking treatment there Ken.
Thank you kindly. I am reasonably happy with how it turned out.
1.2?
Last of the Chicago shots you'll be glad to know - saved by a short visit! Comments always appreciated.
Punchy "L" Station by another scotsman, on Flickr
Punchy "L" Station by another scotsman, on Flickr
Last of the Chicago shots you'll be glad to know - saved by a short visit! Comments always appreciated.
Punchy "L" Station by another scotsman, on Flickr
Is that wooden platforms? that must bounce like crazy when there are lots of folks on it no?
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Thanks for the kind words, but Flickr and Instagram accolades don't exactly mean a great deal to me. Flickr awards in particular can be quite annoying to be honest.
This is a fraction of what I found when I searched for 'spot colour' and then chose groups. The attached screenshot tells you the rest. You press the join button.
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Exactly. It's all about the exposure.
Yes I do.
So experiment. I joined a few groups and posted some pictures and I went from single digit views per day to 79 yesterday. Not massive, but if you want to increase your visibility, then this is mandatory...
Obviously feeling spiritual today.
Sony A7 with Jupiter 3 @F2
Sony A7 with Jupiter 3 @F2