Showing posts with label objects. Show all posts
Showing posts with label objects. Show all posts

3/21/12

St. Francis Xavier's.

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St. Francis Xavier's College Church sits on the campus of St. Louis University (SLU to us natives) near the downtown area. I'd never been in it before, mostly because I'm not Jesuit and I did not attend SLU. But, suffice it to say, I loved it - I love cathedrals in general.

They were built during a time when the large majority of people in western Europe were part of the peasantry, and lived awful, miserable lives only elevated by the belief that their agonies would be rewarded in heaven. Cathedrals are massive, echoey, and some of them almost unnecessarily tall - but they were made so in order to reflect the infinitude of God and His mercy. When people went to mass in the cathedrals, they were in awe of God.

The architecture reflects one of the things we want most from God - order from chaos. The staggering symmetry of the interior designs pleases the human eye in ways almost nothing else can; the perfectly identical Corinthian columns suggest purpose and knowing. The craftsmanship of the stained glass windows and, high above opposite the altar, the Rose window, prove that skill and patient effort are beautiful things. And the intricate detail in the ornate ceilings, the painterly depictions of the life of Christ, the bronze-cast Pieta just off the rectory - all of it comes together in a dazzle of art, meaning, love, and endless worship that, I believe, are the perfect setting for escaping the world, escaping one's pains, and just being reminded that there is something bigger, and powerful, and masterful over it all.

In a way cathedrals mimic those parts of nature that have the same effect. To stand before Yosemite Falls, the Grand Tetons, the Grand Canyon, the Blue Ridge Mountains, the Pacific Ocean, Iguazu Falls, the Nile, Kilimanjaro - you get a sense of your place in the world. You are small, the world is big. But the bigness feels right. The awe it inspires means something. It feels right to feel small against the vastness. It's okay. It is the order of things.

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St. Francis Xavier's was built in the 19th century in the Gothic style. I assume that the Gothic is responsible for the arches that seem to flow backward in waves. I do believe I like this style the best. In it, the beauty of symmetry is most apparent.

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When I took photos inside the Cathedral Basilica (decorated entirely with mosaic tiles), I needed a tripod. While at St. Francis Xavier's, I did not have my tripod and was on a serious time crunch. Yet, quite mysteriously, I did not need my tripod. The light was a bit low as usual, and yet my photos suffered no camera shake and therefore no blur. I got the photos I wanted in one try. What's more, typically when you photograph stained glass windows, the light shining through is so intense that the camera can only expose for it, leaving the surrounding areas dark if not black. And yet, everything was fine.

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Every cathedral's altar is different, and you can spend a lot of time studying all the elements one is composed of. I personally loved the blue color scheme dominating the cathedral's main space (the nave and crossing), and you'll notice the rich dark blue stained glass behind the grand sculpture in this next photo.

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In music history in college, whilst learning about chant and thus some of the history of the Church and cathedrals, Dr. Koegel specifically pointed out the Rose window of cathedral architecture. Ever since then I have loved seeking it out specifically, as it seems so pointedly special. It can be difficult to get a good shot, since they are always high up and sometimes set back a ways so that you end up getting as much balcony ledge as window. But yesterday, it went well.

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I especially love how the high blue windows colored the light coming in, as above; I specifically allowed the light into the picture because it created a sort of ethereal, holy effect.

And, once more with feeling -

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It is not easy deciding on a landscape or portrait view of the nave because it is at once both gradly wide and tall. I'm sure someone out there has found a way to put a series of photos together to make one full view - but you're not going to see that kind of technique out of me any time soon. ;-)

One thing that really amazes me about the last photo of the nave is that not only was it my final shot inside and I was being hurried out the door (had a bus to catch), not only is it still sharp with absolutely no blur, but it honestly looks like an HDR rendering. It looks as though I took three or four shots at different exposure values and blended them. There's that softness that often comes with certain kinds of HDR, and a magical sort of coloring too.

How to explain it?

I leave that up to you.

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11/6/11

Boo!

The Lemp Mansion in St. Louis is frequently cited as one of the most haunted places in America. If you know me you know I love ghosts and ghost TV shows and scary movies, and have even had my own experiences, so it made sense that I should go to the Lemp Mansion on Halloween night for a tour. My friend Josh agreed to accompany me. We could bring cameras, but, according to the rules, no video cameras or digital recorders. (Totally whack)

To give you the history of why the Lemp Mansion is haunted in brief - Adam Lemp moved here from Germany in 1838 and started a grocery, and soon began a brewery which was the first in the country to sell German lager. His son William Lemp took over the brewery after his death, and achieved much success, including nationwide and eventually worldwide distribution. William had five kids.

The tragedies began when William's favorite son, Frederick, died of heart failure at 28 in 1901. William was so distraught with grief, and unable to recover from the loss, that he committed suicide by gunshot in 1904. William, Jr. took over the brewery shortly after. He had a tumultuous marriage with Lillian Handlan, eventually ending in divorce. Prohibition caused the decline of the Lemp Brewery, which was sold at auction in 1922 for far, far less than it was worth. In December of that year, William, Jr. committed suicide by gunshot.

Elsa Lemp was the youngest child of William, Sr. and herself had a rocky marriage. In March of 1920, shortly after remarrying the same man, she committed suicide by gunshot.

Charles Lemp, the third son of William, Sr., never married and lived in the mansion with his dog and servants. In May of 1949, he shot his dog in the basement, then went upstairs and committed suicide by gunshot.

To take a breather from all the shooting one's self in the face, if you read the Wikipedia article on the mansion there's no mention of the child of, I believe, William, Jr. The child was special needs, perhaps had Downs syndrome, and this being the callous first half of the twentieth century, he was kept in the attic his entire life. He died there in, I think, his teens.

So, lots of tragedy makes for great hauntings. The mansion has even been on TV's Ghost Hunters (but, sadly, not yet Ghost Adventures. Single tear) I figured, what better way to encounter a ghost than to go to a haunted house on Halloween???

Well. Let's just get it out of the way. My group of about thirty who went to the late tour didn't encounter any shadow figures, any full-bodied apparitions, any disembodied voices, any poltergeist activity (moving objects), nothing of the sort. The most that happened was hearing knocks in the attic (and I only heard one of those). The tour guide was a lady who I guess is supposed to be clairvoyant, so she was all about claiming to see a waif in the doorway, or having to step around Charles's ghost dog; none of which I believe. I mean, come on. Because she has some 'gift,' she can see things that we can't. And we're just supposed to believe it. How scientific.

We got a chance to try out dousing rods, which the tour guide had demonstrated during her talk before the tour started (and her talk was, no lie, AN HOUR LONG). I could totally see her moving her body to manipulate the rods. When I tried them, I could only see that what they're made of (copper?) and how they're mad (maybe kind of weighted?) allows for some movement in your grip but nothing more. I've always hated the whole dousing rod thing, LOL. (Find me a well!)

I did encounter a cold spot in the dining room we were sitting in during her interminable talk (in which she did things like give us the definition of a ghost), but since we were supposed to be listening to her I couldn't say anything. A curtain tassle hanging from a window behind her seemed to be moving rather vigorously on its own, which Josh thought was awesome, but I could feel some cold air seeping in so I wasn't totally convinced that it wasn't just the movement of air causing it. Then again, I'm not totally convinced it was.

Anyway, Josh and I took about a million photos trying to catch a floating torso or glowing demon eyes or, more likely, orbs. Skeptics like to dismiss orbs as bugs or dust, in their typical way of necessarily dismissing everything in order to preserve their worldview. Orbs in the paranormal world are spheres of light that show up in photographs and on video, and are sometimes even visible to the naked eye, and they are meant to represent the presence of a spirit (since spirits are generally just energy).

Josh started catching orbs right away, and multiple orbs, and nice bright glowing orbs. I think the ghosts liked him. I was convinced they did not like me. I could not see any orbs whatsoever in any of the photos I took. I was totally bummed. Totally.

Anyway, our Lemp Mansion experience did not convince us of the existence of ghosts, that's for sure (even though I have to believe now after working at a haunted daycare). But I decided to go over my photos on my laptop and maybe something would be more visible on a larger screen.

So without further ado....

ORBS.

They are translucent, and difficult to see so please, put your nose up to the computer screen if you have to. I have helpfully drawn a red box around them to aid you.

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This one is situated over the couch just so as to indicate perhaps a ghost sitting on it?? (yeah, I watch too much Ghost Adventures)

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Ghost are supposed to LIVE down dark hallways, so I was super-bummed until I noticed the orb in this photo.

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Is this ghost coming down the stairs?? (Probably to say hello to Josh?)

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And with this orb's position low against the stair railing.....could it be Charles's dog?!?!

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Good times, right.

My dream job would, obviously, be 'ghost hunter,' because I just think ghosts are awesome and I have the patience to do an all-night investigation. And I clearly have the patience to go through 150 photos checking every nook and cranny for tiny, faint orbs. There's an old penitentiary in the state capital that hosts all-night ghost hunts for a hundred bucks. One day!!

10/12/11

Gray days.

This week I've decided to take some photos round the place with only my 50mm lens in black and white. It's a cool lens because the depth of field is so easy to manipulate, and there's a softness to the results you can't get with other lenses. Plus, coupling it with the black and white you automatically get that journalistic, documentarian style that, let's be honest, is pretty easy, as long as you get a little creative with the composition.

So, here is the first aggregation of photos from the first half of the week. Enjoy!

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6/16/11

The whirlwind.

I did a lot of things while in California, and I mean a LOT. Each could have its own post here but I don't have that kind of time or strength so, here in one post is a menagerie of many of the places I went to and experiences I had.

My first week I went to the John Muir Woods and Aquarium of the Bay, as you've seen. I also went to the California Academy of Science in San Francisco (and drove myself there!). The Academy boasts several large atractions, including an aquarium, a planetarium, a living roof, and a rainforest. (They also have a cafeteria that serves a dozen different styles of food and you can get anything and everything you want. My recommendation: the baked mac 'n cheese)

I went to the aquarium first.

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Can you find Nemo? I can!

I have decided that anemones are my second-favorite underwater creature after jellyfish. The way their tendrils undulate in the water is mesmerizing, and though I know they're alive, it really makes them seem alive. And though there was a scuba diver in the aquarium tunnel, he wasn't swimming with the sharks - just cleaning the glass.

What made photos of the sea life possible was my 50mm f/1.8 lens, a prime lens (meaning it has no zoom) that's also known as a fast lens, because at f/1.8 you can photograph in low-light situations with virtually no motion blur. The trick is getting the focus right. That takes practice.

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There were reptiles on the lower level of the circular rainforest (but, sadly, behind glass), and on the upper levels, mostly butterflies and birds. The rainforest was actually a composite of several different types of rainforests and jungles in the world; it was very well put together.

Later in the week I visited the John Muir National Historic Site - his house - either in or near Martinez, California. I took lots of photos inside but the best are really of the house itself. I love the planning of planting the palm trees out front symmetrically with the house, and as you'll see they're visible from the bell tower, again, almost perfect symmetry.

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A word about palm trees. So yes, they're fascinating for a person from the Midwest. But the co-worker who picked me up from the airport told me they are actually a part of the grass family. I think I knew that once upon a time, but forgot for my own sanity, because really, that is One. Big. Blade of grass.

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The same day, I visited a friend of my employer at his house, a really, really interesting man who allowed me to photograph his beautiful backyard. The Bay Area was just overflowing with gorgeous flowers of all kinds in May, just literally everywhere you looked, and his property was no exception.

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The last flower is a California tufted poppy, and I think the poppy might be the state flower. I think they're so cute. I found large volumes of them cultivated in circular medians in the suburbs of Berkeley, but never had time to go back with my camera. :-(

Okay, so, still the same day, I visited the SS Red Oak Victory, a ship docked in harbor in Oakland, built during WWII and probably by lots of Rosie the Riveters. When I went inside to the lower decks, it was like being in an awesome X-Files episode. (And yes, only fans will know what I mean...)

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A few days later I managed to make my way to Tilden Park in Berkeley, a regional park that has plenty to offer including a lake, steam train rides, and incredible panoramic views of the bay. The morning I went I didn't have lots of time, and it's a really big park, so I dedicated myself to the botanic garden.

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Those were the first cacti I'd ever seen in real life! =)

There's still more to show from the trip. I stopped along the way lots of times and took photos of vistas, and I spent a good afternoon in San Francisco during my last week and took a bay cruise (in the rain) which got me up close to the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz Island. So those will come eventually, never fear.