Chances are…

Naming this post that probably wasn’t the best idea, because it immediately makes me think of the song by Johnny Mathis, which predates me significantly, but was one that my mother liked (I think – memory may be bad.) I thought it was older than it is, but it was released in 1957 which is well after the time period my parents’ would have found it most influential, and in fact they were married and had their first kid by then. Maybe the second kid (not me) was conceived to it…

But that’s not what I’m here to talk about. Instead, it’s one of those thought experiments that I’m prone to at times – which may make it even more nonsensical than the paragraph above. You have been warned.

There’s a bit of trivia that pops up from time to time along the lines of, “Every time you shuffle a deck of cards, it’s almost certain that the card order produced has never been seen before, ever,” or something along those lines – it is often expressed even more definitively. The basic premise is, the number of possible combinations from a standard 52 card deck is a huge number, and well exceeds the number of times that cards may have been shuffled throughout the history of the standard deck. And it’s wildly misleading at best, but in any wording similar to the above, it’s dead wrong. This becomes an illustration of randomness, or the lack thereof.

We’ll start with, the mathematical idea of how many possible combinations there are assumes that the order starts with one card randomly chosen from a deck, then another from the remaining, and on until there’s only one left. Which is certainly not the way that anyone shuffles cards at all. As an example, we’ll just use the most common method, which probably has a name but unless you work at a casino you don’t know it either, so there’s no use looking it up. The deck is split into two roughly even piles, held in either hand slightly bowed, and then overlapped slightly and ‘fanned’ together by releasing the cards one at a time (more or less) so that the cards in two portions of the deck alternate into one complete deck again. This is a hell of a lot easier to show you than to write out, but I’m going to assume that you get the idea and move on.

The first point of failure in this randomization exercise (which is what shuffling is intended to produce) is the starting point. Almost all decks ship with the cards in numerical/value order, within suits or not, so far from random. The act of splitting the deck takes place with the intention of having a nearly matching number of cards among both hands, so the deck is very likely split within, say, five cards of smack in the middle (26 in either hand.) In the case of a deck shipped by suits, this means that either hand has nearly two full suits in it, still in order, and fanning them together actually produces an order more like two suits interspersed – two aces, then two kings, two queens, and so on. The order would be slightly less coherent if the either deck was shipped in numerical order instead of suits, since it would likely place cards from the middle of the deck (like 7s or 8s) alongside the end of the deck (2s or Aces,) yet still dependably close to those orders.

If the shuffles were perfect – as in, perfectly alternating cards following a perfect split – then with two shuffles the deck would be returned to the exact same order that it started from! Granted, the chances of two perfect shuffles are low, but way the hell higher than “never again in the universe” or whatever completely random concept has been proposed. In fact, with practice, you could probably do this almost dependably, and I imagine that this technique has been exploited more than once out there, given how often people equate playing cards with gambling.

“But all that only applies to a brand new deck,” you may have (correctly) protested. Though if we consider how cards are usually played, the gathering of similar cards in some kind of order (values/suits) is the goal of most games, so even picking up a well-played deck that you’ve never handled before gives a very good chance that the cards therein are in some kind of order, or close to it. Most shuffling methods won’t completely randomize these at all, and if it’s an even number of shuffles, there remains a notable chance that it only switched around a few cards within. The cut is what assists this, breaking the deck into two after a shuffle and reversing their order, but this only produces two smaller decks in rough order, and the cut usually takes place near the center of the deck anyway – again, far from a ‘random’ location. This means that the closest that we can get to the premise in normal circumstances is to repeatedly shuffle and cut the deck (avoiding the middle) without ever playing it. Which is not how the vast majority of decks are handled, so again, we’re subverting the idea that this applies to all decks, everywhere.

Casinos know this, by the way. They typically use several decks in a single shoe, and the shuffle (which cannot be done with that many cards at once) takes place between ‘half-decks’ taken from already shuffled and unshuffled portions, while the final ‘cut’ (by a player at the table) is done among a much broader span, so far less chance of finding the perfect middle. Before the shoe is more than half empty, the cards are shuffled again. Mostly, this is to prevent card counting, the technique of remembering what’s already appeared and thus knowing what still remains to be played from the deck, allowing a faint statistical edge. It may seem trivial, but players have used this to their advantage hundreds, if not thousands, of times.

There are other factors to be considered as well. A slightly weaker card, more easily bent than the others, will almost always fall directly alongside the same card it was already in order with because it negates that little resistance than we rely on for shuffling, slapping down as two when we only intended one. Wear on the edges of the cards does the same thing. I know that when I’m shuffling, the last card from the right hand virtually always falls on the top – why I don’t know, but there it is, and I imagine that I’m not the only one.

Now, in defense of the premise, all that’s required is for one card in any location to break a pattern and produce a ‘unique’ deck order, which is easy enough to do. However, the chances for cards to be in any kind of order exponentially increase the odds that the same deck has appeared multiple times, and the chances of order, while not high per se, are much higher than that implied by the premise.

There are two things that this demonstrates. The first is that mathematics is only an abstract, and its application to real-world conditions can be very haphazard. The second is that the real world variables always have to be taken into consideration, and these are rarely ‘random’ – it’s not even clear that such a thing actually exists, or if the laws of physics dictate that a specific set of conditions must take place (our ability to know and predict this order would be exceptionally difficult and may remain forever out of reach, however.) The application of numbers to any given circumstance always has a degree of uncertainty, and nothing is ever 100% accurate.

So did your last card shuffle produce a pattern never before seen in the universe? Possibly, but don’t bet on it.

Today’s sorting find

It’s funny – when sorting photos into their respective folders (or, often enough, deleting them from the drives,) I often find something to comment upon, or something that I meant to feature earlier but forgot about. In this case, it’s a detail that I didn’t notice at the time, and “the time” was the day following the not-total lunar eclipse. I could have featured it then, but I was more intent on selecting the best and most illustrative images and simply missed the subtle details of this one.

Here’s an image part way into the eclipse, purposefully overexposed to try and get the shadowed portion to show up.

partial lunar eclipse showing umbra and penumbra
As you can see, I just barely brought out the shadowed portion of the moon, while completely blowing out the sunlit portions. But what I didn’t realize is how well the penumbra shows.

illustration of converging shadow from larger light sourceIf you recall, there’s this thin, ‘outer shadow’ of the Earth during an eclipse, because of geometry. A light source larger than the object that creates a shadow will have thinner outer edges but a darker cone in the center; the outer edges are the penumbra, and the center cone the umbra. For a lunar eclipse, the penumbra isn’t too noticeable because the light isn’t reduced very much, less than the normal contrast between the highlands and mares of the moon itself. But when I overexposed the image above, I brought out the distinctions a bit better, and what I took to be simply the indistinct edges of the umbra turned out to be the more-visible penumbra – you can actually see the curved edge of it before the moon is bleached pure white. Here’s the same image, but after I dropped the mid-tones a little more:

enhanced version of eclipse showing umbra and penumbra
The penumbra seems smaller than I imagined it, though this is hardly a definitive measurement due to the exposure, but you can see that it clearly has a width to it and is not simply a gradient between the shadow and the sunlight. You can also see the color cast from portions of the light coming through the thin edge of Earth’s atmosphere, possibly enhanced by local humidity conditions.

gif comparison of pre-penumbral and pre-umbral eclipseAnd then, because I’m me, I stopped typing right here and went back into GIMP with two of the images used previously, to do a comparison between them with an animated gif (pronounced, “gez-OON-tite.”) These two show the moon just before entering the penumbra (so, “full,”) and just before entering the umbra. Shown together this way, it’s a little easier to see that the penumbra is larger than the images above seem to indicate, but the edge distinction is a lot vaguer. There are slight variations in the exposures between the two images, so this isn’t a precise comparison, but it does seem that the penumbra extends past Tycho here.

You might also note that the bottom edge of the moon is actually a wee bit darker in the full phase, but I’m putting this down to scattered clouds more than anything else; the sky wasn’t perfectly clear before the eclipse, though I waited for the clearest conditions before snapping the full image.

Anyway, those are your curiosity illustrations of the day. But I’ll use this space to mention that the Geminids meteor shower is due to peak in three days, so check it out if you like. The moon is more conducive to it this time, closing in on the first quarter (“half”) but setting before midnight, when the storms tend to start increasing activity. The nights have been far from balmy here (and far from clear most nights,) so we’ll just have to see if I’m brave enough to, um, brave them for the abysmal luck that I’ve been having with meteor storms.

Profiles of Nature 49

By now, you’ve determined that there is no way to sneak a peek around the corner of a blog to see if a post really is here without it noticing you in return, so you might as well stop embarrassing both of us with even trying. It’s Thursday, we don’t miss deadlines, and we certainly aren’t inclined to have any mercy and give you a break. Just the thought of it makes us want to double-down on you.

giant water bug Belostoma flumineum Abayomrunkoje and backswimmer Notonecta Hoowanneka none too romantically
This week we visit with Hoowanneka and Abayomrunkoje, seen in the promo poster to their smash hit romantic thriller, Gratuitous Shirtlessness. The critics raved about their on-screen chemistry and steamy love scenes, amusing because they actually detested each other so much that the director was forced to keep tasers on hand for their scenes together, after that one incident with the hedge trimmers. On hearing the public enthusiasm and fearing a sequel (even though they both died at the end but we all know that doesn’t stop Hollywood, Highlander 2 we’re looking at you,) Abayomrunkoje and Hoowanneka decided to have an affair just to bait the paparazzi with a public, messy breakup, preferably in the gardening section of a Home Depot. They consider this a public service, by the way, since without such juicy stories, people might start paying attention to science and medical news instead, a trend that could lead to the upfall of civilization. They are of course both married, and not to each other, but unbeknownst to either they are married to the same person, so scheduling their trysts has been a lot easier – if we were you we’d snag the movie rights to that eventual reveal as soon as arthropodly possible, before some sepulchrally-narrated TV show does. We’re still wondering what happened to Short Round, by the way – this has no bearing on our subjects but we have no place else to put this. Hoowanneka’s favorite airport taxiway is B9 at CCS, which makes Abayomrunkoje’s preferred file compression algorithm of .lz4 hard to comprehend.

In the event of a blizzard next week, the Profiles go on as scheduled, but we’ll include a moment of silence in recognition.

Younger Me was better

Seriously, I have no motivation to go out and chase photos, partially because there’s little to shoot and the weather hasn’t been that cooperative – while it hasn’t been terribly cold out there, I’m noticing it more this year for some reason (probably that “old” thing,) and so haven’t felt like trying to find subjects. There remains the butterfly house, so that may come up some sunny day – since it’s largely a greenhouse, the photo ops are hugely better when it’s clear, and that doesn’t describe today.

Plus there are still projects; the polyurethane (that resides in the unheated garage) is warming up to useful temperature on my desk right now in preparation for its use on a mirror frame, and I started last night on rewriting the ‘Latest Images’ page, since I noticed that the slideshow script no longer seems to be working on two of the three browsers that I tested it on. What that’s about, I don’t know, but I figure I’ll just swap it out for something simpler that does the same thing. Formatting it will take a little while though, so I imagine that it’ll be a couple of days at least before it’s back up and running.

So for now, to keep the posts and a little bit of color coming, I present some archive images. This is, in part, an ‘On This Date’ post, since the first two images were shot eight years ago today.

holiday lights defocused into circles of confusion or bokeh
This is a simple effect that anyone can do, because it’s only the holiday lights on the front bushes, well out of focus with a wide-open aperture; should you use anything smaller, the nice circles will instead be hexagons or octagons or whatever, defined by how many aperture blades the lens has. Which reminds me that I should do some experiments. The term for the rendering of defocused elements, especially the highlights, is ‘bokeh,’ and different lenses produce it differently; I have an old Vivitar M42-mount 135mm f2.8, obtained for use with the macro bellows, that has a stunning 15 aperture blades, so an almost-round opening no matter what the aperture is set for, and I need to see what that produces in certain circumstances.

Meanwhile, let’s see what this same scene looks like when it’s properly focused:

same scene as previous, but focused properly
It’s virtually necessary to use a tripod for this, by the way, because you’re almost certainly going to go for longer exposures, especially if the lights are blinking, and you can experiment with ambient light at dusk, or adding some additional light through a strobe unit or even handheld flashlight, to illuminate the surroundings as desired.

I have to mention, too, that I was doing the same thing 364 days earlier – the year before, but December 9th instead of 8th. These were better, though – I improved my technique. Still, both of those years were improvements over this one, since not only am I not shooting anything, we don’t even have any lights up yet. Maybe I need to drag my ass out there instead of posting…

But for now, another, nowhere near this date – I just came across it again and felt like featuring it.

thunderheads at sunrise off Jekyll Island, Georgia
This was from a trip to Jekyll Island, Georgia in September 2018, pretty productive image-wise, with enough clouds to make the sunrise dynamic while still not being stormy or anything. Not where I was, anyway, but those are thunderheads producing rain, many kilometers off. I did not have/use a weather or lightning tracker at the time, so I have no good idea how far away the clouds are, and even estimating it with science would be tricky. I could figure the angular height of the clouds based on the timestamp of the photo and the position (more or less) of the sun, but cumulonimbus clouds can vary a lot, both in overall height and the ‘ceiling,’ the bottom clearance, so pure math isn’t going to cut it here. I’ll semi-confidently say, based on averages, that the taller cloud is at least 6 kilometers in height, so at least half of the length of the very island I was taking this from. That would put it a long ways off, anyway.

Those two dark shapes on the horizon, by the way, are not boats but buoys, likely channel markers for the inlet on the north end of the island where I shot this from. I could probably determine their distance with the help of boating charts, but I’m not going to.

Dittyday 5: Chris de Burgh

Yes, we’re still wallowing in the eighties music, and I say that up front so you can heap scorn and go back to listening to, I don’t know, some misspelled artist of some kind. There was a particular quality to music from the eighties, and I’m fully aware that I may be saying that because that’s when I first got seriously interested in music. It’s also the time when I started hearing music from much better sources than the local radio stations, and when I had a decent stereo system, which certainly introduced more nuances and subtleties that simply did not come through a single 8-ohm speaker on a clock radio, so yeah, there are mitigating factors. But there remain some aspects that I’ll highlight yet again here.

Our artist this fine Tuesday is Chris de Burgh, who most people are at least a little familiar with, even if they only know one song; in the US at least, there were but two that made it into regular rotation – a little too regular, according to some. We’re about to get to one of those before we move on to some unknowns from perhaps his strongest album.

“The Lady in Red” is certainly the single that charted the highest and received the most airplay, and I was under the impression that it made it onto a soundtrack of some movie from that period, but I find no mention of it so I’m probably conflating it with the obscure movie of the same name. As popular as it was, it also received some scathing criticism, a small portion of which (in my opinion) is deserved, since it’s a slow love ballad. One critic in particular called it “mawkish,” but then again, all slow love ballads can be called that if you’re so inclined, and I learned long ago that many music critics are even more sexually frustrated than televangelists, and just as mistakenly enamored of their own pronouncements; feel free to apply that to me as well if you like. I still find that “The Lady in Red” showcases de Burgh’s remarkable vocal range quite well, and establishes the mood that he was after. Depth or ‘meaning?’ Not so much; again, love ballad. It still compares favorably against countless other examples, before and since, and the sales figures have their own say. This may have led to it being relentlessly overplayed on many stations, which is enough to breed fierce resentment, but that’s the fault of program directors, not the musician or band.

But his first big hit was entirely different, and not even close to a love song, or indeed a whole lot else to be found, and certainly has all the energy lacking from any ballad. We’re no longer in the realm of ‘present day’ here, while being vague about what realm we are within – that’s up to the listener’s interpretation. Really, there should be more songs of this nature, because they induce a lot more attention to the lyrics – granted, I was into role-playing games at the time and so the legend/mythos aspect might have resonated more. Here’s the second recognizable offering from Chris de Burgh, “Don’t Pay the Ferryman,” and while the mood and energy are far from subtle, pay attention to the bassline and the synth accents that help establish much of the feel of the song.

Don’t Pay the Ferryman – Chris de Burgh

Should you have attempted to sing along, you’re either hurting right now, or cravenly skipped the choruses, or possess a significant vocal range, far in excess of ninety percent of recording artists in any time period, something for which de Burgh receives too little recognition. While most people seem to associate the eighties with synth and ‘New Wave,’ one of the biggest things emphasized then was vocalization, clear and melodic. How this morphed into semi-spoken and often mumbled lyrics throughout the nineties remains a mystery to me, possibly evidence of an interdimensional rift, but I’m betting most of those artists/bands will see no resurgence in popularity like the eighties did.

Not too long after “Don’t Pay the Ferryman” charted, de Burgh released the album Into the Light, which featured “The Lady in Red” and the following three songs. You’ve been forewarned: the next one is another love ballad, but as far as I’m concerned, it should have taken the place of “The Lady in Red” on the charts, because it’s much stronger and more dynamic musically, and even if the lyrics aren’t particularly deep, they nonetheless carry more of the story. And again, the vocalizing is excellent, though remaining within reach of more people this time. The saxophone was the only brass that seemed to make it out of the seventies for a while, largely vanishing by the nineties (in favor of the folk guitar – trite trite trite trite trite,) and it’s used to good effect here, establishing the mood as much as, if not more than, the lyrics. This is, “Fatal Hesitation.”

Fatal Hesitation – Chris de Burgh

For the next song, we see how de Burgh is adept at creating a brooding quality to his music, but it often exists as an undertone to very powerful crashes and flourishes, an undeniable amount of energy while still carrying a faintly forbidding air. No love song now – you can almost feel the stiff breeze coming off the ocean ahead of the storm, with the flashes of lightning, even as the celebrations take place. There’s triumph, but there remain indications of what it took to get there. This one deserves a lot of attention to the music, because it exemplifies a trait of the eighties, the ability to blend together a widely disparate collection of riffs and stings, commentary from countless instruments, eschewing the overused reliance on electric guitar and the extended solo (even though de Burgh is most recognized as a guitarist.) This time it’s the drums that provide a surprising amount of the music while not really being a drum song; meanwhile, the basic synth sound sticks with just a few notes in the background, though various other keyboard parts have their say. It’s a refined recipe rather than a potluck, though you’d be hard-pressed to establish what the ‘melody’ is. This is, “Last Night.”

Last Night – Chris de Burgh

I wasn’t originally going to include the next song, but realized that it should be in the collection. First off, it confirms that de Burgh has an interest in history, especially of the wars (this is not firsthand – he’s not that old,) which is further departure from love songs. But this one is much like a modern interpretation of folk songs or ballads of yore, in that it’s the lyrics that establish almost the entire melody, and it’s not hard to imagine them slightly differently as some Renn Faire version. Towards the end we get some dueling electric guitars, a little mainstream but necessary when there are no lyrics to fill in. Again, de Burgh can kick it vocally, which is a significant portion of why he’s being featured here, though his compositional skills should not be ignored. This is, “Say Goodbye to It All.”

Say Goodbye to It All – Chris de Burgh

If I recall correctly, I did actually get his followup album, Flying Colors, back close to when it first came out, but was never as struck by the songs as I was with Into the Light. I am slightly ashamed to say that I’ve done little research into later efforts, which will be corrected – I avoided it for this post, because it took long enough as it was, plus I had plenty to feature already, but there may well be a sequel to it if I find some nice little gems in there. This time around, I wanted to show that the guy that did that one song you knew of also did some much more remarkable stuff, so hopefully I accomplished that, but hey, I can accept that tastes differ. Even when they’re completely corrupt.

It’s there, I tells ya!

Doing my check with the ol’ Stellarium, I found that I would have another opportunity for a particular accomplishment this morning right before sunrise, so I set the alarm and made off while skies were still dark (well, as dark as they get around here, which doesn’t count as significantly dark at all,) to be on site when it happened.

“What’s that?” you ask in that long-suffering way, rolling your eyes and wondering if I can get to the point within another paragraph, or whether I’m going to keep padding out a post like a goddamn high-school essay, and you should know better by now, because I enjoy the little clicks that the keyboard keys make, so no, we’re going into another paragraph after all, even if it is only the next sentence.

The crescent moonrise, I say with some surprise, wondering why you’re not aware of this. It’s not like it’s hard to keep track of. This morning, the moon would rise only a short period before the sun, and in that time, it would be a remarkably thin crescent – 0.9% illuminated, actually. That would be the smallest that I’ve captured, if I was successful. So was I successful?

No.

pre-sunrise sky showing no hint of crescent moon at all
Timing is right, direction is right, so the ultra thin moon is in there somewhere, but as you can see from the conditions, humidity and the thin clouds on the horizon (actually, throughout most of the sky) were conspiring to keep it from me – and everyone else in the region, too, though shockingly, I was the only one sitting there on the side of the interstate looking out over the lake at the time, so I guess something important was going on elsewhere. The reason I was out on the interstate by the lake (Falls Lake this time,) was that I needed a view as low as possible, shielded by as few trees as I could manage, and this particular spot offered 3.5 kilometers (I know – I checked) before something rising above the water would block the view, so, pretty low. About the best I’m going to get without a mountaintop or an ocean, really, and they’re both 200 kilometers or more away.

[A brief note here: I was using my smutphone for orientation, instead of a proper mapping compass, and I’m going to stop doing that. My previous cheapass little ZTE phone wasn’t too bad at orientation, but my now still-cheapass Samsung sucks remarkably at it. Holding perfectly still, you can watch the directions change by as much as eight degrees or so, which is no help at all when you have to be precise with high magnification. People enthuse about how much their smutphones can do, but if it can only do any of them halfass, why bother?]

Even if it had been perfectly clear, I doubt I would have seen anything, between how bright the sky was getting and the seeing conditions, which are illustrated by this cropped detail of a cellphone tower beyond the lake’s edge.

atmospheric distortion on distant cell tower
I even did a brief video clip, which I’m not going to bother putting up here (it’s but a few seconds long,) that shows the rippling of a plane contrail that I could even see in the viewfinder. This was likely from residual heat rising from the lake after the air cooled at night, meaning the lake wasn’t the ideal spot for this, or at least not when the temperature drops.

Despite the lack of moon, the sky was becoming pretty photogenic – there were some nice deep pinks and reds developing closer to where the sun would break the horizon, and I figured I could get something out of the efforts.

A flock of seagulls, the not-famous kind, against the predawn red sky
My location was far from ideal, however: cell and high-tension towers, power lines, and just plain ol’ trees were getting into every vantage (all you people insisting on your 5G coverage to stream shitass movies on your phones have really screwed things up for nature photographers – you know that, right?) But not far away, almost within sight, was a boat ramp with a much better vantage, in fact the one that I used for my first Leonids attempt this year. Getting to it, however, was another matter, given my position alongside a very-busy interstate. I had to go up to the next exit, turn around, head back down past where I’d been to another exit, and then down a couple of klicks to the ramp entrance, all because the car had wheels and not hoverjets or something useful like that (in 2021!) Naturally, by the time I did all this, the brilliant reddish tones had all vanished from the sky, leaving mostly yellow. I’ll keep saying it: be on site before sunrise/set if that’s what you’re after, because seeing the colors and then deciding to find a good spot to use them will usually be too late – they change very rapidly. This isn’t a case of, “Not as I do,” because I was on site – just not with the intention of sunrise itself. So there.

streaky predawn sky with flocks of birds over lake
The colors really weren’t bad, they just weren’t as good as they’d been 20 minutes earlier, but I still snagged a few frames. and yes, that’s the same cell tower down there, only from a slightly different angle and at 18mm full-frame instead of 600 and cropped. With the rising light, the birds were getting active, and flocks of them were visible in all directions – mostly seagulls and cormorants it appeared, none of them venturing very close, and the one heron that I heard stayed right at the shadow line above the water, indistinct, and never came out to make a focal point.

no-longer-floating dock on Falls Lake, NC
I didn’t spot any eagles, either, and while I’ve been seeing them routinely on Jordan Lake, not that far away, I can’t imagine they’d avoid this one, so I’m only putting it down to luck this time. The patches of blue made nice enough accents, but you can see the lake level is significantly down, since that’s supposed to be a floating dock – I wouldn’t recommend jumping off the end of that unless you’re an Atlantic City high-dive actor that can handle only half-a-meter of water at best. I also wouldn’t recommend it due to the temperature, but some people are into that kind of thing.

Anyway, not through lack of trying, but still in search of better photo subjects. Or nonsense – I’m not averse to posting nonsense.

Profiles of Nature 48

As we close in towards the end of the year, now is probably not a good time to tell you we’re having so much fun, we may continue the Profiles indefinitely, i.e., endlessly. Eternally. In fact, we’re thinking of having kids just to carry on the legacy – why should rich assholes be the only ones that get to do this? Hell, we’re already choosing names…

juvenile green treefrog Hyla cinerea Gefjun suggesting you talk to the hand
This week we try to meet Gefjun, who’s signalling her handlers to get this vermin out of her face; she’s too big a star to bother with the little people. Soon after, she began screaming at her publicist for allowing the interview in the first place, amid protests that she badly needed some positive spin. As such, we can’t tell you much about her, except for what crew and bystanders were willing to vouchsafe – which was a lot! Gefjun grew up a fiercely bigoted racist shit, but identifies as tolerant and open-minded; it may sound like we’re making some tired old joke here, but we all know someone exactly like that, don’t we? Okay then. Gefjun did the whole privileged, pulled-strings thing growing up, from child beauty pageants (goddamn, they’re creepy) to cruising through an ivy-league college despite not knowing how to pronounce, “nuclear.” Her parents were steering her towards politics (go on – guess which ticket?) but she opted to go into show business instead because she wouldn’t have to look appealing to the working classes every four years. Unfortunately this isn’t turning out so well, since being a “400 milligram treefrog” on the set doesn’t translate usefully, her own fault for never having learned metric. Plus the fact that, due to shunning interviews, nobody knows how to pronounce, “Gefjun” and they’ll usually cast someone else just to avoid embarrassment. We can’t imagine. She likes demanding points even though she has no idea what they are, but it sounds ‘industry.’ Gefjun’s plans for retirement are to not piss off her rich parents, and her favorite on-set tirade is over being given a thick highlighter when she wanted a thin one, never realizing that markers can be rotated.

The reserve has not yet been met [cheapskates,] so next week goes on as planned.

On this date 59

Boy, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? But I noticed that I haven’t posted anything for December 1st in the past three years, and decided to rectify that. This was a good choice, because I’ve shot quite a few photos on December 1st, though mostly in two specific years, so I have plenty to work with.

We’ll start with 2008.

conjunction of crescent moon, Jupiter, and Venus from 12/01/08
same frame drastically overbrightened to show treelineA variation of this was posted last year in connection with the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn that took place, but this is instead Jupiter and Venus (and the moon, of course.) The dimmer points of light toward the bottom of the frame are not stars, or even above the horizon, but someone’s porch lights shining through the trees instead. I only shot a few frames playing with exposure, knowing that I was about to lose Jupiter in the trees, and in fact, I blew the exposure out on a version, just now, to show how close that was, seen to the right. You can also make out the scattered high-altitude clouds that make the barest appearance alongside the moon above in the ‘proper’ exposure. But I did at least catch the earthshine on the moon, and the planets distinctly enough, though nowadays I know I would do much better. That’s kind of the whole point, isn’t it? I’d hate to think I was backsliding as I got older.

On to 2012.

red-shouldered hawk Buteo lineatus perched in bare tree
At the old place, we had a handful of red-shouldered hawks (Buteo lineatus) hanging around pretty much all year long, and while I saw mating activity, I never spotted either a nest or newly-fledged young. This one is showing that it’s indeed a cold morning by being fluffed out noticeably as it watches for tasty movement below.

On the same day, I was doing detail shots of a ‘stain’ on the kitchen window.

egg cluster of unidentified lacewing Hemerobiidae
Seen at very high magnification, an unidentified lacewing (Hemerobiidae) had placed a large cluster of eggs on the window, which I only noticed because it seemed too uniform. Surprisingly, they’d hatched a month or so later, so there are further details and a scale shot here, but I purposefully cropped tight for the abstract nature on today’s frame.

Now we visit 2014.

very tight crop of dead leaf veins
This is a very tight crop of the original frame, again for the abstract nature of it, and I feel obligated to point out that it’s in situ, laying curled on the ground here and not in any kind of holding rig or a ‘studio’ shot or anything – I was sprawled on the forest floor, having spotted the light shining through and decided to get fartsy. These spells come over me from time to time, but they pass quickly.

And from the same outing:

dead twigs poking from water with reflection and long-jawed orb weavers Tetragnatha
Still fartsy and abstract, so the spell hadn’t passed yet – I actually like both the reflections of the twigs kind of confusing things in there, and the faint indications of them continuing below the surface. And the spiders, of course, which are probably some variety of long-jawed orb weavers (Tetragnatha.) I know, we just did the end of the month abstract, so what am I doing putting up even more? Well, it’s what I got on this date, which is the slow season, so more conducive to such things in the first place. Don’t worry – I’m not starting to do beginning of the month abstracts as a routine now.

I don’t think…

Just because, part 44

Still a bit slow here, still involved in non-photography things, so one last one for November, because it’s here.

small runabout buried in reeds and overgrowth
This one’s been in the blog folder for ages, originally brought in for purposes now forgotten and obviously never used then. It dates back from 2003 or 2004, from Florida, a little discovery when exploring off of a short path to a fishing dock. I always found it a bit poignant, almost evoking the old WWII bomber found in the jungle somewhere; where did this come from? What’s the story behind it?

Though unlike a WWII bomber, this likely has nothing of interest in its background. Sitting on the edge of the Indian River Lagoon, which is the sound between the mainland and the Atlantic barrier islands in the central coastal area, the most probable reason for its presence is simply a tropical storm or hurricane, pulling it free from its moorings and carrying it away an unknown distance. For boat owners, there’s not a lot you can do in such a case, and combing the overgrowth at the edges of the ‘river’ for kilometers on either side stands a good chance of being completely in vain since many of the boats that go missing in storms simply sink. Its loss was probably an insurance settlement, and that was that. I’ve seen several such examples, but this one just had an air about it, almost hidden from sight and with the overhanging palm leaves, a little dramatic reveal within one of those many crime scene television shows. The various bulletholes were, I’m sure, entirely coincidental…

November, git!

As we look out the back window and find November once again getting into the trash, we send it on its way with a shout and a well-aimed pine cone. Yes, it’s the end of the month, and time for our abstract. Would you like to hazard a guess as to what it will be?

Never mind, nobody likes guessing games. It’s this:

backlit overlapping Japanese maple leaves
The original framing was wider than this, but as I saw the eye-bending portion of it, I knew it was the month-end image. Not to mention how few I’ve actually taken this month – not closing in too fast on that new record. But it is from this month, and better than some entries at that, so there.

This is of course one of the Japanese maple trees, presently hiding out in the greenhouse until spring, but captured during its elaborate autumnal display. The focus depth was short, so the one leaf has the sharp edges while mostly shadowed by the others. It works for me.

And boy, have I been stalling on my posts – this is being written only a half hour before it’s due, if I keep to my typical scheduling anyway. However, I can’t feel that I haven’t been getting things done; they’re just not reflected here at all.

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