Posts Tagged "clouds"
That’s right, I said a taco with no, tomato. No, tomato, you got that?
Ah well, I guess every cloud, and every delicious taco, has a silver lining. Oh, damn it, I said I wasn’t going to get all emo. Shit, fuck, damn it.
Much like my city of residence, the Internet never sleeps. It just gets really, really boring sometimes. Unlike my city of residence, on the Internet, those times generally occur after the close of business on weekday evenings. When people aren’t at work they really don’t have much of a reason to procrastinate, which is the Internet’s primary reason for existence, and so, they probably aren’t on the computer and are off living their lives (unless they’re, like, a total nerd). I have no idea how people used to get through an eight-hour day at the desk before the dawn of the Internet… I mean, I guess they just did their jobs (???). Weird.
In any case, I care about the Internet, because without it, I have no idea how I’d get through an eight-hour day at the desk. And because I care about keeping the Internet as interesting as possible, I’m disregarding every blogging best practice I’ve ever learned and updating at one in the morning. Indeed, I will light up the night with sunset photography, because otherwise, the sun would never set on the Internet. I mean, aside from Tumblr and Instagram and Facebook and pretty much every other self-indulgent mode of expression encased within these three w’s that loves sunset photography, which, I guess, is practically the entire Internet anyway, come to think of it… but, uh, whatever. On with the flicks for fuck’s sake. If nothing else, they’ve got to be at least more interesting than a bunch of dumb words.
Quick tip: when posting routine, dime-a-dozen sunset photos, include periphery shots to provide context, keep things visually interesting, and add to the ambiance. When it comes to sunsets, ambiance is everything… actually, particulate matter in the atmosphere is everything, but that sounds less attractive. When scouting for periphery shots, ask yourself the following questions: How was the lighting in your one-bedroom apartment? How did the soft, golden glow emanating from your curtains fill the room? How high were you? Ultimately, it’s that last one that matters most, but they all play an important role.
You know that sunset I was talking about yesterday? Well it can suck this sunset’s ass.
In case it, somehow, wasn’t already abundantly obvious, I don’t prescribe to the “seen one sunset, seen ‘em all” school of thought. Quite the opposite, in fact. I’m more of a sunsets-as-Pokemon kind of guy. You know, gotta see ‘em all… or at least try. And maybe one day, I’ll finally be able to call myself a true sunset master.
Ah, redundancy, it makes the Internet go ’round.
If you’ve been paying attention long enough, you may recognize this looker from a year back. And if you’ve been paying attention for only just a little while, you’ll at least recognize the similarities between this design and the Photoshop exercise in expletives I posted last Friday. How does it all fit together? Well, I guess you’ll just have to keep paying attention to find out!
Just a couple of murky shots to wash down yet another murky day, as if the unrelenting drizzle wasn’t helping that along already.
In true metaphorical fashion, the weather this week seems to be predicting the forecast for this blog’s state of updating schedule: partly shitty with a chance of morning shitstorms. I will try my best to keep things as “poppin” as I can around here, but do try to remember that my own personal “best” is closer to everybody else’s “ehh, fuck it.”
The sky was all foggy and weird last night.
Readers who have kept up since the Chicago days have probably noticed that I’ve found my new skyline, if you could even call it that, after a year of living in a cave. It might not be much, but as long as the view faces somewhat west, I’m reasonably inclined to become obsessed with taking pictures of it.
See what I mean?
‘Sup playas. So, after I went to court yesterday and subsequently was turned away by the surprisingly friendly officer at the front desk for being too responsible of a citizen and actually showing up before the deadline, I had the unique opportunity to catch up on Dedleg responsibilities. That said… I got tattooed and drank a bunch of beers instead.
But you know me, I’ve always got a stack of photos I shot while hanging halfway out my window on file for times like these.
Saw a whole fuck-ton of birds flying in front of the sunset the other day and totally had a moment. It was all magical and shit, until I realized that flocks of birds flying south generally indicates the onset of winter. Indeed, it was a downright chilling thought that filled me a visceral dread. And yeah, the change of seasons could be seen as magic, too, I guess… dark magic, maybe.
Catching birds mid-flight, in focus, proved to be something of a challenge. Dude on the bottom is about to make an aggressive pass and capture the lead… high-energy stuff like that is exactly why I love watching Pro Migration.
It’s been a busy week. More later.
I think we can all agree it’s in our best interest to put Halloweekend’s freak-ass nor’easter behind us. Granted, this may be a difficult task for some of my readers in New England who are buried under some 12 to 20 inches of snow and are still without power or cellphone service, but I must ask you to try. Not necessarily even for your sake, but for my own, so that I may justify putting up more photos from my week in Florida, which seems fairly utopian given the weather of late. Worse still, they’re sunset photos from my week in Florida, and this time of year, the only way you’re seeing a sunset is if you get out of work around 4pm. So let’s chalk this little trip down the Boulevard of Redundancy up to a little vicarious living — absorb as much heat as you can, friends, ‘cuz shit ain’t gonna last.
Pretty sure rear view mirrors were invented so you could check out a glorious sundown while you’re driving on the highway. And the best part is you never even have to take your eyes off the road! Hey, ain’t my fault they never specified which direction down the road they were talking about. And, uh, if they did… well… ain’t my fault I haven’t read the driver’s ed manual in a decade, neither.
There’s nothing particularly unique about those last two, especially when they’re sitting right on top of each other, but let’s be real. Given my predisposition — some “doctors” may have even called it an overwhelming compulsion — towards taking pictures of sunsets, a practice which has been quite well-documented on this blog, I think there is very little unique territory left to be covered when it comes to matters of the sun. So yeah, they are all the same… and yet they’re all different to me. It’s kind of like all those artsy photos of boobies and booties you normally find on “cool guy” blogs.
If every rose has its thorn, then does every sun have its moon? Hey, don’t look at me, I don’t know the answer either. Ask Bret Michaels, damn.
I return from the darkness of static, after an extended bout of radio silence. Thing is, I scheduled an appointment with Time Warner Cable to have my service transferred to my new apartment, but their appointment window was from last Saturday, the 24th, through tomorrow, September 29th, between the hours of 10am and 7pm each day. I’ve basically just been sitting on my couch, occasionally dozing off, for the past 90 hours or so.
In any case, this is a semi-exciting moment in Dedleg history, as it’s the first post from our new headquarters on the park… Prospect Park, that is. Here’s a simple map so you can gauge the local hipster population / Pitchfork-demo relevancy (low / low) — nothing detailed enough to give local law enforcement an exact pin point. Not that they need it anyway… if Google’s satellite view can get you as close as it does for free, you know the CIA’s got some nanotech camera crawling up your ass crack right now and you don’t even realize it.
We might not be in the trendiest neighborhood in New York City anymore, and therefore slightly less culturally relevant, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make. Walking down Bedford Avenue at a speed faster than anything resembling a shuffle was becoming a logistical challenge, plus, Williamsburg has become so overrun with posers I was starting to feel like a poser for not being a poser amongst the rest of all the posers. I know, I know, cool people problems… nobody wants to hear them.
Welp, I’ve got to imagine slightly fewer nobodies don’t want to see a whole batch of sunset photos. It just didn’t seem right to not start things off in the new apartment with a post celebrating my favorite routine phenomenon. Perhaps it’s just another sunset photo amongst hundreds on this blog, another mundane day in the life of Dedleg, but it’s a day in a new place… a new beginning… a new view of the Western sky.
It’s a good thing my girlfriend and her 56-year-old mother were there to help move the couch up the stairs while I took a break to grab these photos. Phew! Woulda sucked to miss these. I think it was worth the hernia or whatever. She’s supposed to be out of the hospital in a few days anyway, no big deal.
The sunsets the first two nights in the new place were a couple of bangers… which I obviously considered a good omen. Red sky at night, new tenant’s delight, as they say in the realty biz (I actually have no idea if they say this).
Last night, however, the neighborhood looked a little different…
Obviously, you can expect to see many more photos taken by me hanging out of my living room window in the coming months. Personally, I’m excited to have a worthwhile horizon to look at again. Like famed boy-wizard, Harry Potter, I’ve been living in a cupboard with a view of a brick wall for the past year. Nonetheless, also like the boy who lived, I have emerged triumphant, and hopefully with a slew of hotly-pursued merchandise to follow.
The best thing about that silly storm I’ve been writing about for the past week is that, while a tad overblown, its meager might was just enough to kick up a whole shit ton of moisture and debris into the atmosphere — lots of clouds and particulate matter are the less-than-secret ingredients to a kick ass sunset, and a kick ass sunset we had indeed.
That’s a weird one. A blood red cloud hovering menacingly over a church steeple. I don’t know what it means, but I think I like it.
Some interesting sunset-related nerdery via Wikipedia for any sunset-obsessed nerds out there… oh, just me? Well, whatever, it’s my blog and I’ll sunset all over your face if you’ve got a problem with it.
As a ray of white sunlight travels through the atmosphere to an observer, some of the colors are scattered out of the beam by air molecules and airborne particles, changing the final color of the beam the viewer sees. Because the shorter wavelength components, such as blue and green, scatter more strongly, these colors are preferentially removed from the beam. At sunrise and sunset when the path through the atmosphere is longer, the blue and green components are removed almost completely leaving the longer wavelength orange and red hues we see at those times. The remaining reddened sunlight can then be scattered by cloud droplets and other relatively large particles to light up the horizon red and orange.
Sunset colors are typically more brilliant than sunrise colors, because the evening air contains more particles than morning air.
And speaking of stunning sunsets… this picture of sunset on Mars is pretty much a knockout. Red planet > blue sunset. Blue planet > red sunset. Intriguing. A sunset is merely dust in the wind, true, but seeing the sunset on Mars kind of makes us humans seem like dust in the wind as well.
Unlike most luxury sedans, my brain cannot boast impressive 0 to top speed times. It seems that as brains do not possess gas pedals, my preferred start-up method of rubbing my eyes and stumbling around the apartment for several minutes is considerably less efficient. And so, it takes a complex blend of performance-enhancing caffeinated beverages and a rigid training regimen of surfing around the Internet for a couple hours before I really hit my stride.
Good morning, friends, and congratulations, as you now bear witness to me hitting that stride. Sure, it might not be in beautiful HD at 1000 frames per second and narrated by a charming, elderly British gentleman, but at the very least, you don’t have to watch me get torn asunder by a lioness’ merciless jaws at the end, right? Or is that actually the most disappointing part?
It felt like it had been a while since I posted any photos from my Double-Rainbow-guy-reminiscent obsession with sunsets. And, I was kind of right, depending on your subjective definition of “a while.” As it turns out, the last time was 3 weeks ago. That might not even qualify as obsessive anymore! Who am I?