Collection of photos from July 4th Fireworks in San Diego Downtown.
A view of the downtown from Harbor Island.
Couple of my favorite fireworks shots.
Was lucky to have the boats right in the field of view.
Some more shots.
Collection of photos from July 4th Fireworks in San Diego Downtown.
A view of the downtown from Harbor Island.
Couple of my favorite fireworks shots.
Was lucky to have the boats right in the field of view.
Some more shots.
Just took of this phrase from
… but I think its a beautiful concept. At the core, this is what potentially separates right and wrong. Of course one can charge for “lack of initiative to procure information”, but that is much weaker. I guess another manifestation of ignorance is bliss :).
Yesterday was convocation day at UCSD. I think when it comes to convocation for Phd degree, it means much more to the family and friends than to the recipient himself inspite of the fact that it is indeed a boring function to attend. Starting with a speech about how now one is ready to take on the real challenges of the world, each of the recipient walks on stage for 30 seconds to receive his honor from the academician who received their honor an era back. After five years of grad school it is seriously hard to get excited about convocation.

However, when put to thought convocation does seem to be an important junction in one’s life. If at all junctions have any importance is a different question all together. So, anyhow, Ankit was supposed to ‘walk’ in this convocation, and I had all plans of not going there. I could not make myself to use my two wasteful hours on convocation, but as I got up in the morning, I remembered he had once asked me in passing to take a picture. Put some solitude time with a camera in any boring event and it turns exciting. Below are a couple of shots from the ceremony.
From a technical standpoint, it was a difficult place to shoot pictures. To start with the stage was about a 100 feet away from the place you could take pictures, that meant one needs a telephoto lens (which Arun provided me graciously). The lighting was too poor, that meant one needs a really fast lens or a tripod. Given that people are moving, rules out tripod (but I guess it would still have been good to have it). Finally, given that there were two professional photographers on stage (although we were not allowed to get near to it) to capture the moment, it seemed futile to make any regular ‘moment’ shots. This is what I finally end up with for him.
A couple of more shots to mark the occasion.
Its a weird feeling. Looking at the separating lines between two countries. So close yet so far. Yesterday, Ankit, Chiru and I went for a breakfast to one of the western-southern most cities in USA. Following that we had plans to visit the Border Field State Park – the last adjoining area to Mexico in USA. Although I have seen the US-Mexico Border plenty of times, how this was different. For one, the place was desolated. We did not see even a single car while going there. Our first glimpse of humans were five Mexicans, handcuffed and surrounded by three border patrol officers. I had seen the image of the border fence going in to the ocean and had the urge to go there. How often do you get a chance to be at a border of two nations and on a beach.
Border fence, also known as the ‘Tortilla Wall’ separating Mexico and USA. On the left you can see the US side of the fence and on the right are the Mexican houses.
At the Beach. Earlier, there was just once fence. But a couple of years back another fence was installed to deter the illegal immigrants coming in. However, nature has its toll on the fence. As once can see the older fence has too many holes for anyone to pop in. Looking at the children playing behind the fence, its not uncommon for them to play games with the Border Patrol, coming in through the fence, teasing the Border patrol, who takes a minute or two to come down, enough for the kids to run back to Mexico with a middle finger salute.
On the US side of the fence and the beach (near side), you see no one. We were there for a total of two hours and at most 6 other people came there. The ocean water is considered hazardous and polluted from the waste disposal. But thats only on the American side. On the other side of the fence its a different story. You see families playing all around. Kids enjoying the magically cleaned waters on the Mexico side.
The place attracted us all. So much so that we slept there for about half an hour. Ankit had a secret wish of being confronted by cops. Police patrol car is vigilant of the immigration 24×7. So after 30 mins of silence they could not control themselves, not knowing what we are upto (its, illegal to exchange anything across the border), woke us from our slumber. Three cops looking staring down at three Indians sitting at the beach. Felt like the outlaws saw sometime back. But we knew the drill. They will ask us for our paper work and check for if we are legally there, which we were. But the whole process takes about 20 mins, and those 20 minutes were spent talking to the cops, asking them all sort of question regarding illegal immigration and the fence.
Last Tuesday, on 18th May Outback Climbing Center (OCC) had their 2nd Annual BoulderDash Competition. Unfortunately I was not feeling up to the mark to take part in the competition but fortunately that allowed me to focus on documenting it. Below is a selected set of 20 of my favorite photos from the competition. The complete set of 95 photos is available here
From: http://www.nytimes.com/2006/12/17/magazine/17charity.t.html
A famous story is told about Thomas Hobbes, the 17th-century English philosopher, who argued that we all act in our own interests. On seeing him give alms to a beggar, a cleric asked Hobbes if he would have done this if Christ had not commanded us to do so. Yes, Hobbes replied, he was in pain to see the miserable condition of the old man, and his gift, by providing the man with some relief from that misery, also eased Hobbes’s pain. That reply reconciles Hobbes’s charity with his egoistic theory of human motivation, but at the cost of emptying egoism of much of its bite. If egoists suffer when they see a stranger in distress, they are capable of being as charitable as any altruist.
Followers of the 18th-century German philosopher Immanuel Kant would disagree. They think an act has moral worth only if it is done out of a sense of duty. Doing something merely because you enjoy doing it, or enjoy seeing its consequences, they say, has no moral worth, because if you happened not to enjoy doing it, then you wouldn’t do it, and you are not responsible for your likes and dislikes, whereas you are responsible for your obedience to the demands of duty.
Not to mention both Hobbes and Kant are amongst the most well respected philosophers of the ages.
Hi there!
I guess this will be my first post directly to you. I need help from you in making a decision. I am confused about the art. I need to select 5-10 photos on a common theme, as a probable entry for a photography display at UCSD. Based on my current posts, I have been able to narrow it down to these four sets. Need help on deciding amongst them.
Please select atmost 2 of these by Friday Night.
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It had been my long desire to pull something at the Macro level that is satisfactory. One fine Saturday morning after watering the Poinsettia plant, a drop of water on one of its “leaves” caught my eye. The leaf being hydrophobic cause the water to buckle up as a drop (the first image). Got my camera, shot it using regular closeup photography. But then, the urge to do something more, made be bring out my lightly used tripod and almost never used reversing ring for reversing the camera for macro photography. Alas that water droplet was too big for macro shots, but I got a few nice ones, after that. The steal was a small insect about 1mm wide. However, however hard I tried, the shots had a very shallow depth of field. One drawback of reversing the lens is that you can not control the aperture anymore. By default the aperture is in the widest open mode, and thus the reason for shallow DOF. Luckily people have had figured out a solution. Atleast for canon: first mount the lens normally, and set a desired aperture in the Av mode. Next press the DOF preview button and with that pressed, unmount the lens (should not be harmful as far as the urban legend goes, my camera and lens is still working). The aperture will remain in the setting that you did. One drawback is much less light coming in for focus, and thus you will need some torch or something to light the subject while focusing. Anyhow, after some trial and error with the matchstick and a cactus, finally got a hang of it. Following that are some more shots of the Poinsettia plant dedicated especially just to My (Its like the times dedication of the year to the common man ;).
Please select atmost 2 of these by Friday Night.
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Looking Back
It goes on. It never stop. Life.
Every moment a change. Ever so gradual, ever so slight. Ask oneself, am I any different from what I was a minute back? an hour? a day? a week? a month? an year? two years? 5 years? 10 years?… Some where in this spectrum of time the answer changes from a no to a yes. We change, everyone does. But with that change most often is lost what changed. What remains is just the change. The present. What also remains is the future. The desired change.
Dig out an old album, flip the pages. Read through those old scribbles, smile at the thoughts. Have those thought bubbles pop above your head… Always fun and funny to look back and see oneself. Its like looking in a mirror, only that the mirror is not a regular one. Its one of those distorted mirrors we once used to laugh looking at in carnivals. Some distortions we liked, some we abhorred. Its the same feeling. Looking back the distorted mirror of time. Sometimes it feels like what has become of oneself, sometimes its hard to believe I could have ever been that.
Nostalgia, a funny feeling.