Some closeups of metal using a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens. The depth of field of the lens is very shallow, and it’s a pain to hand-hold.
Some closeups of metal using a Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens. The depth of field of the lens is very shallow, and it’s a pain to hand-hold.
The spambots that have been filling stderr’s comment-spam queue sometimes leave me effusive praise. Naturally, I take the praise seriously while rejecting any reasoned critique from real people.
Warning: War, Death, Sam Harris
Here’s the part that horrifies me: when I hear “wedding party hit by air-strike” I assume that it’s notable because it’s a wedding party, and that what we’re seeing is just probability in action.
Thanks for another year!
A year and a half ago I posted images of my cornfield sprouting through various states. [stderr] Since that time, the price for ethanol has dropped sharply, so the farmer(s) in the area who were making corn just harvested the fields and … left.
The Firefly Festival never happened, mostly because the fireflies respect no one’s schedule – some night in June and, wham! Fireflies. I wanted to host a dinner out in the grass with them, but it’s impossible to get guests to commit to show up on some random evening in June.
Big chisel-grinds have always been my favorite; I never really thought about why.
Some sportsball event is being held (or has been held; that’s not the point) in Omaha. And, as usual, it’s stimulating the local economy.
Echoes of Roméo Dallaire’s nightmares rumbled in my subconscious for years after I read his book Shake Hands With The Devil, [wc] about the Rwanda genocide. While the carnage began, Dallaire was the commander on the scene with the only professional military force; he was repeatedly ordered to steer clear of getting involved while the UN and diplomats and presidents flapped their hands on television. It was then, Dallaire reminds us, that the entire international community started using elaborate vocabulary in order to avoid uttering the word “genocide.”
