Posts Tagged ‘Derek Hendsbee’

Half Island Cove (very lightly applied bleach bypass)

So, yet again, I abandoned my database chores without getting far: I made it to October. I came across some shots from Half Island Cove as I finished September and thought I could play with them for a little while then get back to the drudgery of entering keywords. I picked a few. Some had noticeable glow from HDR processing, others seemed too saturated or too dark or too something. When attempting to improve shots I go right back to the originally captured images, run them through the HDR software to generate 32-bit files which then get tonemapped, re-imported, stitched then adjusted before finally being exported and uploaded here.  (more…)

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Shed, Charlos Cove

Hindsight is, of course, always 20/20 and in hindsight I really wish I had added keywords incrementally as I added new photos to the database. I am only good for short bursts when I attempt to do this work. I have progressed from April to being part way through the images taken in September. My worst problem is seeing photos I originally ignored but now seem worthy of attention. When I give in to the impulse to work on something the whole business of keywording once again gets pushed aside and left undone. Today I’m presenting one image with variations. Several of the variations derive from ‘recipes’ I’ve created using a combination of individual filters, while several are presets supplied with the software which I apply and then tweak. I feel it is almost always possible to interpret/present a photograph in more than one way.


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Every now and again things come together very nicely without anything to detract from the experience. So it was last night. I had to do a little eenie meenie minee mo to chose between skiing and cycling but ultimately decided on cycling because snow conditions weren’t quite as good as road conditions.

A light flurry of snow crisscrossed my headlight beam. I began the ride feeling a little apprehensive about the pavement. The temperature showed minus one which meant there could be ice. After a few kilometers without encountering any sinister glimmer on the road I relaxed and increased my pace. I ended up with some tire spray soaking through on my shins but I only noticed it when I undressed after the ride. (more…)

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Clocks slay time… time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops does time come to life.  William Faulkner

You must have been warned against letting the golden hours slip by; but some of them are golden only because we let them slip by.  James Matthew Barrie

Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side. The Talmud

Near Port Bickerton

Time is a mystifying substance. I find it difficult to know just what an hour is. I know it is 60 minutes, of course, but beyond that everything about the notion of an hour seems rather fluid unless pressured by constraint.

New Harbour River

A few days ago I drove to Port Bickerton to follow up on information provided to me many months ago. I couldn’t find the directions I was given or the original emails but figured I could get myself in the vicinity and improvise from there. Part of getting to Port Bickerton from my house involved crossing Country Harbour by ferry. Said ferry departs on the hour. The clock in the car read 11:17 as I backed out the driveway. (more…)

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Earlier in the week I hiked in the Port Bickerton area. One of the highlights here is the lighthouse (I’m going to use house instead of houses) which I photographed first from far away.

Photo 1 - Port Bickerton

I composed this image to place the lighthouse in the exact center. It’s the white dot 5-6 kilometers away. (more…)

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Barn, Port Shoreham

The cliche about Nova Scotia weather which suggests change each time you blink was very nearly true yesterday. I left home under a brilliant blue sky with conditions looking ideal. My plan was to spend a few hours outside though I departed with no destination in mind. I had a vague intention to go somewhere I hadn’t visited recently, to sit still for a little while with a sup of tea. I considered the possibility of returning to Hadleyville to the little eroding headland to sit where the Bay and Strait divide. I had my camp chair and a Thermos of hot water. (more…)

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On Sunday afternoon eldest daughter Hilary dropped in for a visit…

Sunset at Tom's Lake, W. Cook's Cove

“Where can I go for a sunset?” she asked.

Green Barren is nice,” I said, “There’s a little orange marker where you turn left off the main trail.” She missed this turn on a previous visit.

“I don’t have boots.”

After trying to persuade her to use a pair of Carol’s without success I was then enlisted to go somewhere with her. After thinking for a minute I said we could try a spot nearby. I gathered my stuff though I wasn’t especially motivated to go to a place I’ve already photographed to sufficiently satisfy me in this lifetime. (more…)

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