Governor
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Old Calton Burying Ground and Governor’s House on Calton Hill, Edinburgh.
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Just thought I would do a very tight crop on my “The Governors House”, lets everyone have a good close up of this amazing building.
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A little slice of the history of Edinburgh, the Governor’s House on Calton Hill in Edinburgh. / Looking quite medieval, this is actually an early 19th century structure, the remains of the old Calton Gaol, a prison that was once on the historic hill. / Atmospheric evening fog and illumination came together to make this something special. Available as cards and a variety of prints – if interested in cards, on the preview page, please try with “black backing” as the artist intends.
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The Watch Tower (oldest existing building in Botany Bay) was built in 1820 by Governor Macquarie to prevent smuggling into Botany Bay. It was used as a customs house and it later became the first school in the area. __ [This version does not have the text shown under the image. More suitable for laminated and mounted prints.] / _ / / __ / Random photos
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Aotearoa – Land of the long white cloud. Governors Bay as viewed from Allendale. March 2008. / Best viewed Larger
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The Jetty at Governors Bay, Christchurch, NZ. April 2008.
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A view over Governors Bay, Banks Peninsula, New Zealand. Lyttleton Harbour and Quail Island in the distance and the entrance from the South Pacific. This was taken from a place called Living Springs and gave fantastic views across this picture-postcard area. April 2008. / Best viewed larger.
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Yacht moored in Governors Bay, Christchurch NZ. August 2008.
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Williamsburg Va the Governors Mansion, from our American colonial days when the British still governed us! Now the halls are perserved for the endless tourists (including me.)
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In the beautiful city of Merida, in the Yucatan state of Mexico, the Governmental Palace was built as the royal household at the end of the XIX century. Its interior adorns a harmonious patio and its walls are covered with three master pieces of Fernando Castro Pacheco: the Mayan Cosmology, the Simbology of the Four Cardinal Points and the Man’s Creation. In the History parlor more works of this yucateco painter are exposed, showing passages of this state’s history, as the native rebellion headed by the Indian Canek and the Castes’ War. Some of my other work: / / / © Kuntal Daftary
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A Musk Ox, Caribou and Grizzly Bear are wanted for bribing Senator McCain to select Governor Palin as his running mate…so she will be out of the state and she will not be hunting them.
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A Musk Ox, Caribou and Grizzly Bear are wanted for bribing Senator McCain to select Governor Palin as his running mate…so she will be out of the state and she will not be hunting them.
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Blossom’s_Photo_Gallery Government House – Sydney Built between 1837 and 1845, for the Governor of New South Wales, Government House was the most sophisticated Gothic Revival building in the colony. The ground floor State Rooms include the dining room, drawing room and ballroom. These contain an outstanding collection of 19th and 20th century furnishings and decoration that reflect changing styles and the differing tastes of the Governors and their wives. The first floor includes State Apartments that were used by the Governor, visiting members of the Royal Family and other Heads of State. The house is sited in an important historic garden with exotic trees, shrubs, carriage ways, paths and terraces overlooking Sydney Harbour. Additional Information: Australia’s First Government House was the first major building to be constructed on the Australian mainland. Started only months after the 11 ships of the First Fleet sailed through the Sydney Heads in 1788, this symbol of colonial power sat on the most prominent site on Sydney Cove. The remains of some of its structures have been preserved on site at the Museum of Sydney in Sydney’s central business district.
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“Governor Stone” is a registered floating National Landmark, the second-oldest Coast Guard-registered vessel in the United States. (The oldest is the “USS Constitution,” aka “Old Ironsides”). Built in 1877, the Governor Stone is the sole floating survivor of the indigenous coastal sailing schooners of the American South. This photograph was taken in 2002 on a still December morning just as the fog began to lift in the fishing / boating harbor in Apalachicola, Florida, on the panhandle gulf coast. The Governor is now under the care of the Friends of the Governor Stone in Ft. Walton Beach, Florida, and you can help keep the craft afloat: http://govstone.com/index.html Featured in groups: “Nautical” / “Florida the Sunshine State” Photographed with Fuji FinePix A205 (2 megapixels). Not recommended for prints larger than 11×14 inches (28×35 cm approx.)
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The Man, The Crook, The Hair
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I know. When Reagan was governor and living in the Historic Governor’s Mansion, neither she nor Mrs Gorbachoff had access to The button. I’m fairly sure they didn’t chat on the phone much either. After all, this was the phone in the (gasp!) hallway! Who would be so tacky as to talk to someone on a phone that Ordinary Citizens may have touched and left a germ on?? But someone must have wanted this phone where it was or it wouldn’t have been right there for my tour. To the right was the family dining area and the single air conditioner built into the structure. It ran on ammonia. I guess leaks were somewhat easy to locate. In the mirror, you can see the staircase to the third level, the place where tourists can’t go because of no wheelchair access and it isn’t finished being restored yet. I remember phones like this one. (Laugh at THAT and I WILL find you!) When I got to use one, you didn’t need to call the operator but your phone number had a word at the beginning. The word for our area was Gladstone. Sometimes, when you picked up a phone like this, someone was already talking and that someone WASN’T on the phone in the other room. It was a complete stranger who was invited to your party when you weren’t having cake. The line was called a “party line”. There are still party lines available these days but you have to pay $5 a minute and you only get to talk to a woman with asthma who moans a lot. There might have been a party line in the Governor’s Mansion and people could listen in on government from the privacy of their own homes – as long as they were really, really quiet. It was considered rude to use the party line to listen in on someone else’s call. But hey, if it was The Big Cheese, who wouldn’t listen? Still, it would have been funny if “the wives” had been best of biddies (Ooops. Typo.) best of buddies while their hubbies were rattling verbal sabers at each other. We all know Nancy ‘wore the pants’ in her political times. Maybe Ms Gorbi did too. That would have meant it was THEY who had their fingers on the end of mankind as we know it and the guys were playing ‘sword fight’ like in Star Wars (when guns were available but it was cooler to swing something). Imagine if they both got to The Button and one said, “OK, I got mine 1/4 of the way down and it didn’t go off. I bet you can’t get yours down 1/3 of the way and not ruin the planet before James cooks dinner! Hehehehe! What? What do you mean ‘ooops’?” PS It took HOURS to correct the perspective on this shot because I was standing over the damned table instead of standing beside it. But I wanted this image BADLY since it brought back memories of the days when I was too young to be allowed to use the phone but knew how to be very, very quiet when listening to grown-ups talk about stuff I didn’t know anything about yet…
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I shot this picture on Oct. 30, 2008, just a few days before the presidential election. This was captured with a Canon 350mm “L” lens at f/6.7, 1/125 sec, no flash. © 2009 Gene Walls All copyright and reproduction rights are retained by the artist. Artwork may not be reproduced or altered by any process without the express written permission of the artist.
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Well, it took a bit of being pushy, being in the right place at the right time, and some assertive bravery (read “bold BS”). But I was handed an official AMGEN race press pass and a ‘press exclusive’ photographer’s vest at the AMGEN Tour Of California Bicycle Race Prologue yesterday in Sacramento, California. Parking was bad so I decided to rough it and walk 9 blocks or so from home. :-D The deal that got me into the press box was thru an online publisher who runs a 1-man website but knows the ways to get the press access. He’d already had his way into getting the press pass but gave up on the shooting because of a better gig in the mountains with the fresh snowfall. I ran into him – on his bicycle – trying to find the darn press location; not one event official we could find knew. Together we searched the entire course and only found it when we were standing behind it and asked the volunteer where we were. LOL! Then he hunted for his credentials and again got bad information for another hour. When he finally tracked them down and got them to me, he was already late for departing to the other shoot so I asked what he wanted and I was hired. / / Nobody ever came to the press tent to organize or give out press packets and even I could figure out nobody was coming and we were on our own. The “we” was one local TV station and I at that point so I started scoping out shooting angles and found that it was virtually impossible from the press tent. Eavesdropping got me the tip on getting over the wall and onto the course while being pushy got me a vest after I was challenged repeatedly by the guy who just didn’t trust me, unfortunately the same ‘stage manager’. He even personally threatened he’d hunt me down if I didn’t give him back the vest. I bravely joined about 30 other highly privileged people with cameras ranging in value from $1000 (mine) to, including lenses, well over $30,000 (everybody else’s). Where no other local TV channel or radio station was able to go save one, I was allowed to jockey for a cherished position on the race course asphalt! If not for a ‘stage manager’ who knew I was a rookie and a completely silent but hard-nosed guy with A1 quality gear, I would have been the very first photographer of those 30 or so. I had to settle for a very poor second because the guy in front of me was HUGE, his lens was HUGE, and he was sitting away from the wall on a tiny chair and allowed to do it. I was pinned behind him by a cone the manager put almost directly behind Mr. Rude Wide Obstacle but I used a bit of guile to lean around him for a clear shot at the cyclists. Of course, this made it a nightmare for the pros behind me who were allowed to angle only slightly to get any view beyond Mr. RWO or to stand up blocking the view of the Honoured Guests, who had to stay behind the wall we were in front of. But I see it now as a cutthroat situation and I was just a hair too nice this time. / / The event was completely disorganized from the press perspective and unless one got there early enough to weed thru all the confusion, bad information, and obvious ‘insider deals’, you were reduced to standing on the wrong side of the track facing the sun, further from the finish line, and unable to even see the cyclists before they were upon you. You were leaning over/around/under other leaning people and trying to get shots where even the best cameras couldn’t focus fast enough. I saw one radio station reporter make a deal with a guy carrying a tiny automatic to get copies of his shots taken blindly from reaching out over the way and guessing the aim. That stung a bit because it could have been me if I’d been in another wrong place at the right time. LOL! / / Turns out I was the first to turn a vest in because it started to rain just before the critical time when the best riders were passing and I had absolutely nada for covering the Nikon D80. Arrgh! Fortunately I’d scoped out the fall back position: on the 6th floor of the parking lot overlooking the race. As I was getting there, I was confronted with dozens of cops and none of them looked like AMGEN guards but I finessed my way past them looking like the bumbling old man with an AMGEN badge getting to my car. The elevator let me in and didn’t move. I was about to ring the 911 on the emergency phone when it started moving after about 3 minutes. If I hadn’t been on the flippin’ ground level, I would have been freaked! But it took me to the 6th floor and the overlook of the race. The shots aren’t as good (in fact, they are bad) but I got the top three riders in the world, including Lance Armstrong, crossing the finish line before I was confronted by the police again. They had obviously been watching me scramble for the parking lot but had allowed me to get the last shots before politely asking ‘if I was packing up’. I politely said ‘yes’ and politely got me happy ass down to the ground again. There, being the ‘early bird’ in the morning really helped because the guards all knew me and trusted me so when I asked to get back into the press booth, they smiled while shaking their heads and said “good luck”. Huh? The crowd in that area had swelled to about 200 skin-tight people and I was about to leave when a TV camera was being brought in and I followed in its wake. LOL! Got me just far enough to see the stage with the winners and “The Governator”, who got a couple rousing boos and then polite applause. I never would have gotten within 100 yards if not for following the camera with my press pass because I walked thru Secret Service, police, CHP, Sheriffs’, FBI, and who knows how many plain-clothed law enforcement. The guard who let me in was sure I wasn’t going to make it. Nevertheless, I was closely watched by at least 5 people who never looked away from me, one of them the bodyguard for the Governor. Hell, I was running around with a BACKPACK they didn’t know was full of photographic stuff and my lunch and not a freakin’ BOMB! LOL! / / There it is. The story of my first REALLY, REALLY Big Photography Gig and I’m now waiting for the call from the publisher who hired me but I couldn’t care less about that part. It was a ‘photography credits only’ gig but I learned a mountain of cool stuff about being a pro and running with the professional Big Dogs. If I get published, I’ll send links but for well over 700 shots nobody but I could get, being published: gravy. The experience: priceless. Vital Statistics Nikon D80 / Nikkor 70 – 200 lens (my newest baby from another failing company in Sacramento) / Focal Length: 200mm / f/stop: 5.6 / Exposure: 1/500 / ISO: 360 / Metering mode: Pattern / Exposure program: action/sports / Exposure offset: none / Editing program: PhotoShopElement 3 for RB enlargement, contrast correction / February 14th, 2009 at 2:29pm, L Street A big thank you for the featuring in ImageWriting group!
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Levi is a resident of this area and a HUGE crowd favourite. Sure, the race officials would put him as far back towards the end of the race as possible to keep the crowds longer and build the excitement. Not to mention, his race time was better than 97% of the rest of the field and THAT didn’t hurt either. LOL! I only caught him from the vantage point of 6 floors in the sky above the track. I was fortunate to even get that with just the 70-300mm Nikkor lens – no VR, no tripod (couldn’t get it to work while I was leaning out an open window in 40 MPH gusts of wind while sheltering my camera from stray raindrops that came thru the hole I was leaning out of), and no way to see down the track to know when the 10 seconds I could see him would come. Fortunately, I had gotten a little practice with the 5 or six racers before him and was able to get the lens pre-focused somewhere in the vicinity of where I expected the rider to be. Turned out that THAT didn’t work either. They could be 25 feet in either direction and there’s no way at all to ‘catch’ a focus lock at 300mm unless you hit something “hard” immediately. If not, the camera tries to focus and you lose half your seconds trying to reacquire the moving target. I settled on pulling the focus back to about 200mm and catching the rider firmly before zooming in as quickly as I could. I missed a LOT and the wind spoiled even more shots. But I got at least one of each rider I really wanted. And the one of Lance Armstrong just might be one of the last ones of him racing his now-stolen bike. :-( I’m not sure what I would have done with a camera bag for shooting in the rain. With a headwind that stiff and unpredictable, the bag would have made an even greater ‘sail’ to toss the focus and wouldn’t have stopped rain from hitting the lens anyway. While I’d rather not lose this camera to ANY sort of damage, it IS insured 100% so ruining it to get The Shot isn’t the worse thing that can happen. But 6 weeks for repair or replacement would be a LIFETIME to be ‘camera naked’! However, a camera bag for drizzle without wind would be nice for those last few minutes of shooting before common sense tells you to get your wet rump out of the rain. :-D The weapon of choice / ____________ / Nikon D80 / Lens: Nikkor 70-300mm non-VR / Tripod: MIA because of angle out a highrise window in the wind. LOL! / Focal length: 300mm (Maxed out) / F/stop: 5.6 / Shutter: 1/500 I wanted 1000 to stop the moment in time but no way with the bad light. / ISO: a wopping 1600 with high ISO noise reduction on. That was a compromise because it forces the camera to be slower but gives you something better to work with when you get home. / Metering mode: spot Again, a compromise. Better focus but harder to get it fast. / Exposure program: full manual I had been using ACTION but it couldn’t handle the bad lighting at all. I gave up on bracketing as well. You either got it right or the entire bracket of three shots sucked anyway. / Exposure compensation: +3 I pushed it to +5 and lowered the ISO with crappy results / Shot taken at 3:50pm, 2/14/09 southward and at some ridiculous downward angle
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Early evening at low tide overlooking Governors Bay, Banks Peninsula, New Zealand. October 2008.
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Location: The Governors Mansion Sacramento California / Technique: HDR (High Dynamic Range) / Workflow: 6+ Raws – Matix Pro – Finalized in Cs4 / Equip: Canon 5D OG Quite a bit of LED light painting performed here just to help bring out the grain in the table. Featured in Group: / “Dilapidated Buildings” – June 3, 2009 / “Northern California Style” – June 3, 2009 / “Canon DSLR” – June 5, 2009
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Location: The Governors Mansion Sacramento California / Technique: HDR (High Dynamic Range) / Workflow: 6+ Raws – Matix Pro – Finalized in Cs4 / Equip: Canon 5D OG Featured in Group: / “Canon DSLR” – June 6, 2009 / “TABLES AND CHAIRS” – August 26, 2009
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Well, there are some signs of the changing times that are funny as heck: racist Spanky & Our Gang movies, violent Road Runner cartoons, and Frank Zappa’s semi-blackface ThingFish opera. Then there are those that almost slip by you when you’re looking at the entire scene and not the makeup of the individual pieces in it. This is an example of two that were so easy to ignore “back in the day” and so totally wrong today. The baking soda’s saving grace was that it wasn’t called something really bad, like [Washington] Redskins. Yeah, we STILL use that term to this day for a football team because changing it seems too “politically correct” for purists of the sport. Nevermind that there was a Washington basketball team called The Bullets who got a name change to the Wizards. Bullets are a bit too common in Washington D.C. and they don’t discriminate, offing anyone regardless of race. “Redskins”, on the other hand, only seriously pisses off Native Americans. This can’s artwork wouldn’t make it on today’s grocery shelves; the implication is just too strong. [Slight aside: Aunt Jemima syrup got a minor makeover and the obviously stereotypical “mammy” black woman doesn’t look so much like a slave owner’s trusted cook and breast-feeder for the kids anymore. I mention this because of the waffle iron, where waffles that probably used Aunt Jemima syrup were made.] But the how the popcorn survived even the shortest retail life is a true mystery. “Midget”? Even with what looks like an adult carrying a suitcase half his size?!? DAMN! An online auction site that had a tin of Midget Pop Corn closed bidding on my birthday (Ignore that. I mean, really. Seriously.) with the asking price of $55. Hurry, hurry! Step right up to be the owner of a piece of American bigot history! Woo hoo! In the kitchen of a historical building, I’m OK with this being displayed. In fact, I am happy it’s here to show how far we’ve come. California was part of The North in a Civil War so we were supposed to be more tolerant of the sad slave heritage. But I wish a piece of it had found its way into the Mansion too. When California became a state, there was an even split of 13 to 13 states either opposing or favouring slavery. California broke that tie, being admitted into the Union as a “free state”. But slavery existed here all thru the Gold Rush and California was the centre of that massive migration. it’s too bad some reminder of the importance of that California history didn’t make it into the monument. Anyway, the “Indians” and short people got screwed regardless. Those of us who know the history will just have to imagine Aunt Jemima’s waffle topping here to give a nod to the “Negros” too. :-D
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