It's about a 40mm focal length, so somewhere in the 10-13mm full frame equivalent. It's a 120° angle of view.Hi Shugpug
I'm I'm trying to work out what would be lens equivalent for your pinhole pano e.g. 17mm, 20mm or whatever?
He's a very good wood turner and very careful... but, but... he has all his fingers...
And he's from the late 19th century..ish.He also has a total lack of any PPE , Face sheild and dust mask , Doh !
You're quick enough to comment about human safety, but I notice you've not said a word about the appalling treatment of those two West Highland Terrier puppies in the photo above!He also has a total lack of any PPE , Face sheild and dust mask , Doh !
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Sort of essentially yes, it’s a macro shot. I used a pebble, it’s a type of sedimentary rock washed smooth on a beach. I covered it very thinly with candle wax and sprayed water mist on it from a distance and put it in the freezer for two hours.
Not Guinness and peanuts again?The inside of your undies?
Not one which I have taken, but I scanned it a while back from a slide (4x5, I think) taken as a publicity shot in the early-mid 1960s of my late father assembling the gyro of a missile (possibly Blue Streak or Red Top) at the De Havilland factory in Horwich, Lancashire. Scanned in 4 segments on my Epson V500 and stitched in Lightroom. I have the original slide somewhere, but as we have moved house a couple of times since it was scanned, I have yet to unearth it.
Dad by Stephen Lee, on Flickr
Thanks - the incongruity of the photo to me is that Dad was really a larger-scale fitter/machinist. In his life after the war (which is another story) he variously worked making miners’ safety lamps, repairing railway carriages, and making large valves for oil fields and refineries. Really don’t know why or how he worked at De Havilland in-between these jobs. It’s the old story - I wish I’d got to know him better.I really like this for some reason. It's a lovely photo. I love the quietness of the scene, the concentration on the tiny parts, like a watchmaker or jeweller. Then you realise it's for something that was designed as a potential weapon. Then the photo takes on a different, somewhat uneasy and disturbing nature. Of course that's with context. and I'm not passing judgment. But on it's own, it's a lovely photo. I do hope you have it displayed somewhere at home, at least.
Amazing picture. I think remants of the factory still exists in Horwich, opposite the Barnstomers pub, very close to the Wanderers football stadium, and the giant Tesco. Did you live in Horwich then? I moved there in about 1970.Not one which I have taken, but I scanned it a while back from a slide (4x5, I think) taken as a publicity shot in the early-mid 1960s of my late father assembling the gyro of a missile (possibly Blue Streak or Red Top) at the De Havilland factory in Horwich, Lancashire. Scanned in 4 segments on my Epson V500 and stitched in Lightroom. I have the original slide somewhere, but as we have moved house a couple of times since it was scanned, I have yet to unearth it.
Dad by Stephen Lee, on Flickr
No, we lived at Orrell Post, near Wigan. Dad cycled to Horwich every day on his push bike. I worked at Westune Horwich for about 6 months in the late 70s. But I commuted in my Alfa.Amazing picture. I think remants of the factory still exists in Horwich, opposite the Barnstomers pub, very close to the Wanderers football stadium, and the giant Tesco. Did you live in Horwich then? I moved there in about 1970.
I assume 6 months was the time it took for your Alfa to dissolve?!I worked at Westune Horwich for about 6 months in the late 70s. But I commuted in my Alfa.
I owned 3 Alfasuds altogether. Beautiful to drive, rusted like a bean tin. Actually, that's being cruel to bean tins.I assume 6 months was the time it took for your Alfa to dissolve?!
They are special cars, on my 7th at the moment, I have a 159 SW, Mrs has a MiTo, others have been 2x 147, Spider, another 159 SW and the beast 75 3.0 V6I owned 3 Alfasuds altogether. Beautiful to drive, rusted like a bean tin. Actually, that's being cruel to bean tins.
I owned 3 Alfasuds altogether. Beautiful to drive, rusted like a bean tin. Actually, that's being cruel to bean tins.
we lived at Orrell Post, near Wigan. Dad cycled to Horwich every day on his push bike