Infinitesimal Reality: City on the Leaf

11/04/2015 // 9 Comments

There are hidden worlds all around us. You stomp on subtle universes all day long, and never realize it. The belly of a raindrop…frost pillars…flower teeth… …Is the reality of a dewdrop any less significant than yours? Hmmm…. Take a look at this: What do you see? Never-mind what it is. What does it look like? Does it seem otherworldly and oddly familiar? I may have an explanation, which I’ll ask, in the form of another question: Doesn’t the image look a city at night—photographed from an unfathomable altitude—where the satellites float? Look [Click Here To Read Article...]

Moon Photography: Focal Length Comparison

05/08/2015 // 0 Comments

  When it comes to imaging the moon—size matters. Puny lenses may not cut it. Focal length greatly influences how much the Moon will fill the camera’s sensor. All images taken with a Canon Rebel XSi and the following lenses / telescopes:   Canon EF 18-55 Zoom Lens Canon EF 50mm Macro Lens Canon EF 100mm Macro Lens Opteka 500mm Mirror / Lens Orion 279mm Astrograph Orion 800mm Observer Refractor Orion 1300mm Maksutov   The Canon Rebel XSi has a 1.6x crop factor, which means the focal lengths need to be multiplied by 1.6.   100 * 1.6 = 160mm 500 * 1.6 = 800mm   [Click Here To Read Article...]

Bizarre Star: The Winking Demon

10/29/2014 // 2 Comments

  I felt the unmistakable pressure of being watched.   A glimmering eye leered down—the shimmer of eternal turmoil. I found myself in the demon’s gaze, its chromatic pupil shivered against a restless atmosphere. The demon in the sky is fickle with its dull luminescence. It grew weak against the night, only to refurbish its fiery hypnotism with predictable dedication.   I felt the unmistakable pressure of being watched.   The night froze my breath into wispy specters, they momentary danced and vanished into the celestial unknown. And there the Demon Star glowed—an [Click Here To Read Article...]

Ephemerally Fleeting Moments

02/01/2014 // 0 Comments

Moments never last; a sunset that bleeds gives way to the night. Happiness or clouds— both are swept away by wind or emotion. Sometimes all we’re left with is a memory. If we’re fortunate; a photograph. All around us short-lived events wilt away. So many…it’s difficult to express, or admire them all. I suppose you can say that’s what life is—a sunset being dimmed by our inevitable end. Throughout the image-gallery, you can see the evolution of clouds being sculpt by delicate windy pressure and sunlight. Eventually they faded away into an expanse of blue. Why [Click Here To Read Article...]