Tell me you’re seeing what I’m seeing

Above a vast animated roofline, you sight the top 40-50 ft of a modified city bus. Far above its open 2nd storey, just masts & slow passage either towards or away. You may never see the lower anatomy.

The beast would be heard first. What may well be a full pound of psi per blast, the hiss of two quick burps of large-tank propane is this city’s car horn.

Fortunate as you are during the day to hear it, her domain unfolds on approach of evening. The bright throw of orange produced by open flame simply has no analog beyond this city. It’s not constant but occasional. The size and elevated position of the burst can act as candle over the city, visible for miles, to 1000s of residents, rarely from the same point twice.

As you approach, yet another sense is stimulated. Its an exponential progression played out over prehistoric scales. The size of open flame versus (or in relation to) the throw of its heat. The sheer rate of temperature differential is disturbing. The scarcity of oxygen if you’re in the immediate vicinity will take your breath, making speech difficult.

You only get a finite amount of these. And like that they’re gone.

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IPIX hemispheres

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IPIX hemispheres, a set on Flickr.

Strange enough, back in 1998, Wired Magazine was given a suitcase from IPIX that had the Nikon, the lens and a gang of other materials including the software + keys needed to stitch a pair of hemispheres together to create the IPIX experience. Upon returning the case, i waited maybe a week before i went out and purchased a similar Nikon and the lens soon after that. While i continued to shoot some subjects as hemisphere pairs, i never took them the extra mile and converting them to IPIX. I recall that it was not a cheap process.