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LR CC HDR real world samples

My little trial in the living room last night did not result in any photographs I liked, but did show to at least some extent what the LR HDR would do.

Here are two more samples, both five shot one stop jump HDR pictures. Still no tripod (not practical at the cafe patio).

LR CC HDR sample

This is not an inspired photograph but it is an interesting one to me.

This is a seven shot .3 stop per shot HDR created in LR CC.

I did not bother with any anti ghosting as it did not appear to my (untrained in the art of HDR) eye to need any.

To shoot this, I set the camera to the appropriate bracket mode, pointed the camera at the end of the couch, and squeezed off a burst of seven photographs. LR more or less did the rest and gave up a nice and easy to manage DNG.

Here is another. Five shots, five stops. Not inspiring, but the results are ok. There is some "ghosting" (if I am understanding it correctly) right at the edge of the marker package. Again, it was hand held.

I am going to definitely have to do this again with a proper subject matter and a tripod. Sunset, here we come...

Stephen King time-travel miniseries “11.22.63”

Yep, the movies have come to town again.

Yawn.

I went for a walk tonight with the family to check out the movie site. Locally, the mini series is being filmed on the main street of Hespeler, one of the three cities which was forcibly amalgamated into Cambridge quite a few decades ago.

It has been roughly, and anachronistically, transformed into 1950s America.

I do hope they don't include the stuff picture left. Time travel indeed.

The newspaper being sold in the newspaper box is dated 1960. Matte Scotch Tape was not invented until 1961. Oops.

5 cents for a paper. The box says 25 cents. Oops.

In honour of it being the movies, I cropped it to 16x10. Very cinematic of me.

I did not get any pictures of the actual filming being done, but did see some nifty gear.

I also saw some traffic cops looking tired.

It is weird to see those foreign flags here...

I did not see any of the film stars and wouldn't have cared if I had. The star system of Hollywood and beyond is of so little interest to me that I could care less only with a major effort that is not worth exerting. I do like meeting and talking with musicians and photographing them at work, but could care less about film stars.

But the cars... oh the cars. 

The cars were kind of cool.

thumpity thump

Ok, it is time to deal with this.

We all know that cars hit stuff. We see dead stuff from cars all over the place. They are, in fact, carnivores and killing machines. Snakes, turtles, skunks, birds, cats, dogs, deer, moose (they win), horses, people. All have fallen to the might that is the automobile.

But what about bikes? Do they not have a tail of woe to tell?

Personally, I have crunched over snakes sunning themselves in leaves on gravel trails. Snakes I cannot see. Snakes I have no idea are there until it is far too late. I have had chipmunks commit suicide by running through my wheels. I have nailed hidden bullfrogs in the leaves at very high speed on my cyclocross bike (they splash hard). Squirrels have jumped on my feet and gone for a ride 'round and 'round and 'round 'til off they jump.

But nothing prepared me for last night.

Last night.

Riding along, in the dark, with 300 lumens of light guiding my way.

A dark country road. No paved or gravel shoulder. Farmer's fields ploughed to the edge of the tarmac. The odd tuft of grass poking up at field's edge.

Smooth blacktop, well maintained.

Temperature in the low teens, with a hint of damp in the air. No wind.

Speed easy to attain and maintain.

A steel Kona Sutra loaded down with the day's goods from a commute to and from work.

Then it happens.

The beam of light passes a large tuft of grass, a flash of fur erupts, passing between the splay of light and front wheel.

Bars swing violently. Grip tightens. The front wheel jars and lifts. Fur connects with legs and chainring. Rear tire squirms violently and connects again with blacktop.

Circling back, there is nothing. Nothing.

It is almost as if this was something imagined.

Until later, when the bike is inspected, loose spokes noted, and fur removed.

Racoon suspected...