 As continued from my previous entry about walking the rails in Ballard, yesterday I walked the rest of the rails in Ballard. I saw many cool things, and learned about this railroad.
This shortline railroad, which is officially the Ballard Terminal Railroad, is a shortline that acquired the trackage rights from BSNF after they abandoned the track in 1997. The company was formed to support the three local industries that this shortline serves: Pioneer Western (a fish processor), Salmon Bay Gravel Co., and Olsen Furniture.
It is, as far as I can tell, operated by three guys. There are two switchers that are owned by this railroad company, the most prominent is the #98, the red Ballard Li’l Beaver, a EMD SW-1 600 HP switcher. It lives in a lot just off NW 45th St.
References:
- http://www.irta.org/irta/IRTAReport/1999-02.htm
- http://www.docwightman.com/railroad/btrr/rideonbtrr.html
- http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballard_Terminal_Railroad
Click the image to go to my flickr set about the Ballard Terminal Railroad.
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 So today, Melissa and the kids went to explore Whidbey Island. That’s cool. But I didn’t go with them. I took a day for myself. A day where I explored what I wanted to explore, and did what I wanted to do. I’ll start with my conclusion: I had a great day; my legs hurt, but my heart is happy.
I started of the day at around 10 AM when we got up from bed. I fixed myself some cold pizza for breakfast, and got my stuff together to go out for a day walking. I took my camera, my rain jacket, and the purple knit had that Melissa made for me. All these things were needed today, for the weather was dynamic, and the scenery multidimensional.
I left the house at around 11:30AM, and walked west to the bus stop. Ten minutes early. I had to wait a bit for the bus to arrive. Someone I didn’t know walked up, and I struck up a conversation. Her name is Taren. She’s a recent graduate from the UW, looking for a job. I gave her my card, and told her about some job openings at my employer. We had pleasant conversation as we both rode the bus down to the University District, where the first leg of my adventure would truely begin.
I got off the bus at 47th & University Way. I walked a bit south, and went to Trabant, where I ordered a drip coffee from them. They’re apparently doing a special thing with their drop. It was a good cup of coffee, but was more than I wanted to pay for such a thing. After I got my cup, I walked around the corner in the place, and saw my friend Robin. He lives at Trabant, you know. He does IT, so he can do such things most anywhere. I sat down, and said “hi.”
We had good conversation for a while, and he inquired if I’d had lunch. I said no, and we went to Shultzy’s. I had a burger, and a water. Good food. He and I talked for a while. It was nice to run into him and going and being social. After lunch, we talked back up to Trabant, and I parted ways with him.
 Then I went to go catch the 44 to Ballard across the street on 45th. The ride into Ballard was uneventful, and quick. Before I knew it, I was in Ballard. Ah, Ballard. It’s a lovely place. If you’ve never been, it’s one of the older parts of Seattle. It used to be a seperate community from the city, and was annexed many years ago. It has a strong norweigen heritage, with old men smoking pipes, and eating lutefisk. My trip to Ballard had neither old men with pipes, nor lutefisk. I’m thankful for the absence of the latter. I got off the bus at Market and Leary, and went to the ATM, where I got some money out for my adventure.
Then I went to Cupcake Royale. I love their cupcakes. I bought a 16 oz drip coffee (my 2nd 16 oz for the day), and a Plain Jane (lavender icing on a vanilla cupcate), paid, and left. I then walked down into “Old Ballard”, and looked at the Sunday Market. There were lots of neat things to see. New spring peas being sold in pots for $3, smoked salmon that the fish monger was handing out handful sized samples of to passersby (”Yum!”), many things.
I figured roughly after getting my treat that the day would be one not focused on Things, but on Experiences. I wanted to do stuff, to see things, to have memories of the day to look back on, and to write about here. And so I did. I looked at the things at the market, but didn’t end up buying anything. I spoke with some of the merchants. It was fun.
Then I went to look around. I popped into Second Ascent, which is a great new and used hiking gear shop. I remember the sunlight streaming in through their back windows, shining down on the rows of clothes and shoppers. I thought for a minute that they’d moved everything around the place. But that wasn’t it. It was just well lit, and full of positive feelings. Then I left.
My feet took me down the hill, down towards the water, and towards the old local service rail sidings that serve the industry there. I took some pictures of the hoppers in front of Salmon Bay Gravel Co, and of the tracks. Then I decided to follow the tracks, and see where they met up with the mainline. I started to the west, following the rails where they led.
I passed a lot of boat repair shops, and other sorts of industry. I saw geese lounging on the grass, and lots of lovely graffiti on the buildings and vehicles back in the secret places of the city. It was neat to follow the rails through those backgrounds of industry. Often the puddles along the tracks would be huge, and I’d have to skirt around them. Once, a car came along quickly, and made a huge splash into one of them. I laughed at it.
 As I followed the tracks, I saw that the way in fact led in front of the Ballard Locks, which are used to raise and lower ships between the Puget Sound, and Lake Union. There’s a dam and a fish ladder there, but I didn’t explore that today. I walked along, and followed the tracks. And walked. I passed two older latino men outside a restaurant. They were having a smoke, and I said hello. They responded in kind, and I continued on. The path led along farther, and I came to pass under the rail bridge across the ship canal. This bridge is cantilevered, and is usually in the raised, up position, except when rail traffic passes. I saw that the siding went under the the tracks, rather than meeting up with it. Interesting.
I followed the tracks a ways longer. I was on the Burke Gilman trail at this point. Eventually, I got to the end of the BG trail, where it turns to go down along Seaview Avenue. The tracks continued to the north, and were coming closer to the mainline rails. I wanted to go see where they met up, but I didn’t. It would have meant trespassing on BNSF space, and they’re not keen on that. Up until that point, I’d seen no “NO TRESPASSING” signs, which I was quite happy about. There was a trail that ran under the tracks, to a set up steps.
 These steps climbed up perhaps 30 feet onto 64th street & 34th ave NW. I climbed up, and walked along the sidewalks. I kept to a path that followed the rails. Trying to see where a good place to see trains might be. I never did see a train pass today. I would have liked that, especially if I’d been close when it did so. But it wasn’t to be.
I found a good spot, where a road dead-ended near the mainline, and at grade level with the rails. This spot is one I’ll come back to later in the spring or summer to photograph trains from.
At this point, I was really thirsty, so I walked back down (going south at this point) to the crossing of 35th & market. I went to the 7-eleven, and got a water. Yum, nice cold water. Then I walked back into Ballard, and caught a 44 back into the U-District.
From there, I took a 66 to Northgate, and ran an errand. I came home, tired and happy after my long day exploring. All told, I walked about seven miles today. Not bad.
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 So, I went to Norwescon, and I ended up attaching an umbrella to a Vivatar 285HV with rubber-bands, and holding it to get off-camera light that cast nice, soft light for portraits on the go. I was walking around the place with the umbrella and camera, and asking many beautiful people if I could take their pictures. Everyone I asked said yes. (This is a lead-in to a rant about the other asshole photographers there that were being rude pains in the ass, and giving the rest of us a negative reputation.)
But then I thought about the project more, and I realized that with a little bit of work, I could modify my 285hv to hold the umbrella in a sturdy manner, and without as much strain on my grip by adding a handle. So I did this. I took some pieces of wood that I had as scrap from an old project, and attached them together. I drilled a hole for the umbrella’s support shaft, and I epoxied the handle assembly onto the side of the 285HV.
 Doing all this took several days. Currently, it’s unpainted. I intend to change that. I’m going to paint it black to match the rest of it, and probably coat the handle with clear enamel paint after that. But for now, it’s functional, and that’s great.
For an example of what this ends up producing, go take a look at my Norwescon 2008 set on flickr, or take a look at the other image here.
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So, here’s my story with regards to photography:
I’ve always enjoyed/appreciated pictures. I’m visual. I like to experience the world through my eyes. Very keen on that. The thought of going blind is terrifying. Visual is my primary way of interacting
with the world.
Up until a couple years ago, I really never took photographs. My mother had (still has, actually) a Pentax K1000. I had used it a handful of times. But that was more than 15 years ago. Time passed. Then, I got a digital camera, a fuji finepix 2 megapixel, back around 2002 to take pictures of my ironwork. My wife, Melissa used the camera much more than I did. She takes beautiful pictures. Go see them! Several years passed. One christmas, I got a good bonus at work, and got her a Nikon D70. I bought a Nikon coolpix 5400 for myself.
I grew jealous of the attention and of the stunning beauty of her work, so I thought to myself, “Self, you can take pictures. Why not try?” So I started. And I sucked. I sucked for a long time. Probably until the day that a good friend told me, “Hey, those party pictures you took sucked. No more party pix.”
I was hurt. I thought, “wow. I need to improve. I don’t want to make crap photographs.” So I made an effort to Not Suck. It took a lot of pictures. Then I took a lot more. And then a lot more.
I bought a manual camera, a Pentax K1000 (which is made of awesome), and shoot a lot of pictures there. I purchased a film scanner (see my review) to digitize my shots. I learned how to compose. I learned how the technical quality of a photograph is measured, to understand f/stops, exposure, and the correlations between them. I learned to develop B&W film myself. I’ve experimented with doing my own printing. I strongly believe that shooting with a camera where you have to do everything manually is essential to developing a technical base.
But basically, I put forth a lot of hard work to improve my skills. A great book, if you haven’t seen it, is “Photography” by London and Upton. I found it immensely helpful.
And then my photographs became acceptable to me. I grew to be critical of the shots I made; to judge them more harshly; to not tolerate a bad picture (whatever that means? *grin*)
But still, much improvement was to be had. So I read. And I found strobist. Lighting up until then is something that I didn’t do. I knew I didn’t like on-camera flash. So I had worked with ambient light.
Which I do like. But then I saw what else could be done. How light could be controlled and moved and shaped to make a new, interesting pictures. So now I’m working on learning about light.
I’ve made progress doing what I enjoy. I can now make a photograph of someone that they enjoy. That others enjoy. That I enjoy. I’m happy about that.
I’ve got a long way to go still. There you have it.
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 So, because I’m a fan of doing things myself, and building stuff, I took inspiration from Strobist’s article on making lighting tools from what one can find at the big box hardware stores. I fashioned a ring light from a light fixture, and I think it turned out pretty well. The light itself is somewhat ugly, but appears to do its job.
The light was made by buying a overhead lighting fixture, sold by Portfolio. I suspect they’re rebranded. But in any case, it has two circuline bulbs, both 4100 Kelvins, for a total of 54 watts of light. That works out to about 1/60th second exposure at about f/3.2. The ballast was located at the center of the light, which for a light would be awesome. But for a shoot-through ring light, not so awesome.
So I removed the ballast from the light (the bulbs, too), and cut a hole in the middle with my jigsaw. I then filed the edges of the hole to be smooth. then, I relocated the ballast to the side, and attached it with bolts. I wired up the fixture to a lamp cord, and wired a switch in. 12 foot cords are a good length. I made an L-shaped bar that I bolted to the back of the fixture, and tapped a 1/4-20 threaded hole into so I could mount it on a light stand. Then I tested it a little at home. It did well.
Last weekend, my good friend Marty had his birthday party. I love his parties. They’re great fun, and a great time for taking pictures. This afforded me a great opportunity to test it “for real”, which I did.
To recap:
- One overhead flourescent lighting fixture from Lowes - $33
- One 12 foot lamp cord - $5
- One lamp switch - $5
- Some electrical tape - $1, maybe
- A 1/4-20 tap and die, already had this
- Some steel that I bent into an L-shape, already had
So, for $44, I made a ring light that allows me to take pictures that I think work out pretty well.
Judge for yourself.
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Yesterday, I had to go to the dentist. It’s been a long time since I’ve had dental work. Like 10 years long time. So I’m behind on my maintenance. Yesterday was my third time seeing this dentist, and the first time having invasive work done. I highly recommend Loren Tarr in Madrona. Great guy. Very nice, very kind.
A couple years ago, one of my molars; which had a few fillings in it, and it broke. I pulled the pieces out that I could when it happened, and things mellowed out with it. It didn’t cause me problems, so I let it be.
I have a lot of work that I need done in my mouth. Fillings on a lot of teeth. A handful of crowns. Lots of fun. Maybe $9000 of work needed. Yesterday, he did some of that work. Three fillings in my upper left quadrant of my mouth, the extraction of the old broken root-tip, and a decayed tooth that was a lost cause. Those came out, and I went home. He gave me a scrip for vicodin, but I don’t think I need it. Yesterday was the only day with pain.
They asked me if I wanted nitrous oxide. I said yes. What a trip! At first, they asked me if I was feeling it, and I wasn’t, so I told them no. They turned it up. And then I felt it. It was kinda fun, and for a while, as they were preparing to begin, things were floaty and disassociative. But then I got to feeling that I was too disconnected from what was going on, so I had them turn it down some. Proceedure occurred. Fillings happened. Somewhere. I wasn’t terribly engaged to what was going on. Which is the point. Time passed (somewhere). Then I had them turn it down some more, cuz I was feeling overwhelmed.
Then we got to the extraction. Of the broken molar in the back, that was easy, and I didn’t even notice it happen. But the front. Oh god. I had him tell me what he was doing as he did it, because otherwise I would have not known. I hate to not know. They use a tool that presses between the tooth and the bone to move the bone a little. Bone is softer than tooth. It felt … odd. And it crunched a little. Ugh. And then it came out. I kept the tooth, and it’s at home somewhere.
Now I have a flipper (two fake teeth on a removeable partial plate, like a denture). The flipper was then test-fitted. It fit ok, as far as we could tell with half my face numb.
I hate it. It feels weird. Eating is weird, and now I lisp. So, next week when I go back for the follow-up I’m going to talk to my dentist about this, and move up the priority on dental implants for the missing front tooth. The rear one too, I guess. But I want to be able to do without this as soon a possible.
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 I’ve been doing a lot of self-study in Light: Science and Magic; a book about the use of light in photography. Some of that has been a study in the behavior of photographing glass on dark backgrounds. See, glass isn’t photographed by capturing what it looks like, but rather, the effect it has on the light passing through it. On a light background, the lack of brightness shows itself in dark portions. In a darkfield study, such as at the right, the glass is shown by the light reflected off of it.
The light bends through the glass, its path wrought in the camera’s sensor. The strobe shows where the glass bends the light.
A few nights ago, I set up the following still life to practice on. It’s composed of a Disk’s Working Man Brown Ale, a small wine glass full of the beer, and a martini glass full of mountain dew (for the color.)
On a semi-related note, Dick’s Variety pack of beers contains a lot of yummy stuff. They’re out of Centralia, so they’re local.
Go see the full-size image on flickr.
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 So, a friend and I were talking about what we might do as an art project at Burning Man or Critical Massive. And we thought about the theme this year. The American Dream. And then we talked some about what that means to us today. Shopping. Today Americans are in large part defined by what they buy, and their buying habits.
So we thought, “Hell, let’s build a giant motorized shopping cart the people ride around in.” And we knew this was a Great Idea. I’ve been drawing plans and sketches of what we’ll get with this. I think that we’re too addicted to shopping. Too addicted to More Stuff. We have to have things.
So, in light of that, we’re going to build a shopping cart. Not an ordinary one, but a grand one. One that stands five feet across, nine feet long, and 7 feet tall. Out of steel. Oh, and it will be motorized. It will be steered by a large wheel mounted in the front of the basket. Drawings will be forthcoming.
Consider this the project announcement page. There will be more to come. And why not donate to our project?
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 Last night, I made a soda can stove. Melissa has been reading about various people’s methods of cooking for the Pacific Crest Trail. We talked about the soda can stove, and I decided to make one. It’s pretty easily done, as long as one is careful to follow the building guide, and maintain strict tolerances during construction. That is, measure twice, cut once.  It took about 45 minutes to make, from start to successful flaming operation.
So after building it, I of course had to test it out! We ended up cooking dinner with it. It will boil a cup of water in about 4 minutes. Faster than the “real” stove in the house. Wow. It took about 1 oz of fuel to boil ~7 cups of water for our ramen and udon noodle dinner.
I considered rewriting the build instructions here, but rather than do that, I’ll direct you to the instructions I used. They’re on this website.
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 Last November, I went to Portland, OR for some MySQL training for work (High Performance stuff). The training was great. I took the Amtrak Coast Starlight down from Seattle. The ride was pleasant. At one point, the train stopped, and I looked out and saw that there was a loco next to us. Since the opportunity presented itself, I went down to the lower level of the car, and opened the window. I quickly shot the Amtrak around the curve ahead, and this GP39 sitting on the rails.
Quite a sight to see!
Trainspotting details:
This GP39E originally belonged to Union Pacific, and had the road number of 753. It started life as a GP-35, and was rebuilt by GE’s Electro-Motive Division (EMD) and by request of BNSF into the GP39E.
The full size image can be seen at my flickr photostream. Prints are also available. 
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 Today, we went to the model train show for the 4th division[1] of the pacific northwest regional chapter of the national model railroaders association[2]. Whew, a mouthful. This group puts on a show every year at the pacific science center in Seattle. This year, I ended up going at the same time as the Flickr Meetup group, to which I had tentatively rsvp’d a maybe.
This morning, I woke up in a crappy mood due to a few things. The most major of those being nightmare dreams. Probably due to stress over work. Yuck. So it’s been a hit-and-miss day for me relating to that.
Still, I got some nice shots of the trains at the science enter, and they can be seen in my flickr account.
Footnotes:
[1]: 4th Division PNR Website
[2]: NMRA Website
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I’ve got my ticket. I’m going. Awesome. At 9:57AM, I realized, “Hey, this is ticket day. You better get over to tickets.burningman.com, and buy a ticket!” And so I did. And I clicked refresh. And ten o’clock came ’round, and I clicked refresh again. I scrolled to the bottom of the page, and clicked the buy ticket link. Then I got to sit in line. About 2500th in line. It took about two hours to get to the purchasing step. Whew, I made it.
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| 2008-01-15 13:30 |
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Looking at this blog, I see that I’ve posted roughly twice a year. That’s a woefully poor showing. There’s so much more going on that I’d share. I find it hard to share my thoughts with others in verbal or written ways. To reach in, and coherently spit out a concept doesn’t often come across well for me. I feel that I confuse my words. That I don’t get the message out. That I speak too quickly, and don’t say enough.
I’m trying to change that. I want to be better at putting down my thoughts into stories. To tell others about my experiences, my thoughts, and my feelings on things. So, I’m going to write at least one good entry per week here. We’ll see how well it goes.
I’ve been thinking about Burning Man a lot lately. I’m going to go for the first time this year. Eagerly, I seek out the experiences that this adventure will bring. New things to see, new things to do. People to meet and talk to that one often doesn’t have the chance to in this Real Life we all live in. To see and do absurd things.
I’m preparing my things for the adventure. I’m considering what camera gear I want to bring; how I want to record the journey for myself, and how I want to participate there.
I expect that a great deal of it will be catch as catch can. That’s for the best. Don’t over plan. Don’t over think it. Do it. Live it.
And hopefully when I get back, write about it.
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| 2008-01-11 12:24 |
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So, for me this is an interesting question because I often am the one behind the camera. I’ve been the one on the asking side of the fence. I worry about the reaction people have to being asked. So often, I see someone who has an interesting face, a detailed face of age, a youthful face of beauty, all kinds of faces that I think would make excellent images.
One sad example is the old man on the bus who hit me one time (unrelated to photography). He’s 97 years old, and has a great deal of visual impact. He dresses well, wears a derby hat with a feather, his hand bears an ornate gold ring, and he has a pretty cool cane. On morning, I was sleeping on my way to the office. I was in the window seat, right hand side of the bus. The first thing I know is that I’m getting jabbed in the shoulder with a cane. He would make a great subject, if he weren’t so out of touch.
But I rarely ask. Partly because I empathize with those who don’t want their picture taken, and partly due to an avoideance of rejection. Ironically, most everyone I’ve asked has been positive about it. I tend to always give out a biz card, and offer them a copy of their picture if they email me. Fewer than two hands full of people have taken me up on the offer.
I, myself, don’t have a problem with people taking my picture. I’m cool with it, especially since I’m interested in making photographs of other people.
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So, for me this is an interesting question because I often am the one behind the camera. I've been the one on the asking side of the fence. I worry about the reaction people have to being asked. So often, I see someone who has an interesting face, a detailed face of age, a youthful face of beauty, all kinds of faces that I think would make excellant images. But I rarely ask. Partly because I empathize with those who don't want their picture taken, and partly due to an avoideance of rejection. Ironically, most everyone I've asked has been positive about it. I tend to always give out a biz card, and offer them a copy of their picture if they email me. Fewer than two hands full of people have taken me up on the offer. I myself don't have a problem with people taking my picture. I'm cool with it, especially since I'm interested in making photographs of other people. Gabriel http://gabrielcain.com/
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| 2007-12-13 16:54 |
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You want to work for us. You know you do.
We've got open slots for CS techs, desktop support, sysadmins, marketing analysts.. plus a studio head in Shanghai!
Send me a resume, and I'll get it to the right people. Mail me a resume!
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BTW, you totally need to ignore ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tithonium, and go with me. He's just grumpy that I thought of posting it first! :D You love PopCap. :D
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