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		<title>Days of Sour Division</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 24 Oct 2008 05:24:46 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Zara</dc:creator>
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We step from days of sour division into the grandeur of our fate, by and © monkeytime.
I shot this on the day that Colin Powell endorsed Barack Obama for President. The title is from Laurence Binyon&#8217;s poem, &#8220;The Fourth of August,&#8221; which conceived the First World War in the noblest of terms:
Now in thy splendour [...]]]></description>
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<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brachiator/2956996087/">We step from days of sour division into the grandeur of our fate</a>, by and © <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/brachiator/">monkeytime</a>.</span></div>
<p>I shot this on the day that Colin Powell endorsed Barack Obama for President. The title is from Laurence Binyon&#8217;s poem, &#8220;The Fourth of August,&#8221; which conceived the First World War in the noblest of terms:</p>
<blockquote><p><em>Now in thy splendour go before us.<br />
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,<br />
Enkindle this dear earth that bore us<br />
In the hour of peril purified.</em></p>
<p><em>The cares we hugged drop out of vision,<br />
Our hearts with deeper thought dilate,<br />
We step from days of sour division<br />
Into the grandeur of our fate.</em></p></blockquote>
<p><span id="more-217"></span>Wilfred Owen had something to say about that enthusiasm, that &#8220;ardent&#8221; vision of the same war, of course:</p>
<blockquote><p><em>If in some smothering dreams you too could pace<br />
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,<br />
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,<br />
His hanging face, like a devil&#8217;s sick of sin;<br />
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood<br />
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,<br />
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud<br />
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,<br />
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest<br />
To children ardent for some desperate glory<br />
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est<br />
Pro patria mori.</em></p></blockquote>
<p>Coincidentally, I&#8217;d been reading <em>Dispatches</em>, Michael Herr&#8217;s chronicle of his time in Vietnam during what the Vietnamese refer to as The American War. I&#8217;d also been recalling a 1996 <a href="http://www.vietvet.org/4aug.htm">essay by James M. Hopkins</a> on the anniversary of both the start of the First World War and the Gulf of Tonkin &#8220;incident.&#8221; Hopkins drives from Binyon, through Owen, and straight to Kipling&#8217;s &#8220;Common Form,&#8221; from <em>Epitaphs of the War</em>:</p>
<blockquote><p><em>If any question why we died,<br />
Tell them, because our fathers lied. </em></p></blockquote>
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		<title>Blackberry, Blackberry, Blackberry</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 23 Sep 2008 02:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Mike Zara</dc:creator>
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Ranier from Maury (HDR), by and © monkeytime.
Last Thanksgiving, I visited the Seattle area, staying on Maury Island (Vashon Island) in the Puget Sound with friends whose house had the back-porch view of Mount Ranier seen in this image. I shot this at about 5:15 p.m. The foreground was in deep shadow, while the mountain was still [...]]]></description>
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<p><span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/brachiator/2877106182/">Ranier from Maury (HDR)</a>, by and © <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/brachiator/">monkeytime</a>.</span></div>
<p>Last Thanksgiving, I visited the Seattle area, staying on Maury Island (Vashon Island) in the Puget Sound with friends whose house had the back-porch view of Mount Ranier seen in this image. I shot this at about 5:15 p.m. The foreground was in deep shadow, while the mountain was still in relatively bright sun.<span id="more-71"></span></p>
<p>I bracketed several exposures with the goal of combining them into an <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/High_dynamic_range_imaging">HDR</a> image. In Lightroom, I applied the <a href="http://timothyarmes.com/lrenfuse.php">LR/Enfuse plug-in</a> to the RAW files of two of the bracketed exposures, importing the resultant TIFF back into Lightroom. I then applied an exposure increase, fill light and a graduated filter to further increase exposure in the bottom 2/3 of the image.</p>
<p>I haven&#8217;t been a fan of HDR because so many of the HDR images I&#8217;ve seen <a href="http://flickr.com/groups/hdr/">on Flickr</a> look cartoonish or surreal. <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/cinemafia/2872039723/">An image of the Los Angeles River</a> by <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/cinemafia/">cinemafia</a>, however, was so natural looking that I&#8217;m coming around.</p>
<p><em>Longing, we say, because desire is full<br />
of endless distances. I must have been the same to her.<br />
But I remember so much, the way her hands dismantled bread,<br />
the thing her father said that hurt her, what<br />
she dreamed. There are moments when the body is as numinous<br />
as words, days that are the good flesh continuing.<br />
Such tenderness, those afternoons and evenings,<br />
saying blackberry, blackberry, blackberry.</em></p>
<p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robert_Hass">Robert Hass</a>, <a href="http://www.diacenter.org/prg/poetry/87_88/hass1.html">&#8220;Meditations at Lagunitas&#8221;</a></p>
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