tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66402110974718079962024-02-19T16:59:31.484-08:00NikonyteAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-31406796943143090222011-05-08T11:04:00.000-07:002011-06-02T10:57:28.083-07:00The Nagsasa Cove Experience<span style="text-decoration: underline;">Just like the movie "perfect storm</span>"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">March 26 2011<br />4:00 am Sat<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I'm so excited. At last my brother is going to take me to one of his adventures.<br /><br />I just came off from a 12 hour flight</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">, still had jet lag and hungry when i took a boat ride i thought would be just one of the normal boat rides i had in the past</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">..and i was proved to be wrong.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">It turned out to be what i would describe as one of the most terrifying experiences in my life.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Calm seas turned violent.<br />That's how to summarize it.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />First there was amazement, moonlight and stars.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />Then there was the wind.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />And finally the terrifying waves.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br />It's true that at the height of your terror, you go numb and deaf, that you could barely hear what's going on and only hear your heartbeat.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I couldn't see a thing as we approach the entrance to the cove, the wind and waves are so violent i only see white surf.<br />We had to turn back as we risk capsizing our boat.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">That's it. Not so convincing on writing but trust me the actual experience is far more intense</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">.<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">We took refuge on a nearby beach that was more accommodating.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">My whole body was shaking. Its either the cold or the terror.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> It must be the latter.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">We landed on the beach and decided to wait for the morning light.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">I was so exhausted that i tried to sleep anywhere i could, i lied on the first bench i saw and when i was about to close my eyes,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">i noticed the moon against the black blue sky, with the wind rustling on the pine leaves, and the sound of the waves lapping on the shore.<br />Immediately i felt an extreme sense of peace.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nature is so beautiful. I forgot the wet, the cold and the shivering. I closed my eyes to sleep.</span><br /><br /></span></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Pn7vYyJbN03rfUfgpAouAVV4kCUsF0dp-wRw1dkf7xmeuXz86VQKEws2psuWT5EwqxGcavf9AMuNlgkOD5LkN1S2Uz7HAgKyi0QwArfProMel8Y88Kit87gE6uk0zBTSFF-xquYAXxnx/s1600/IAN_6138.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Pn7vYyJbN03rfUfgpAouAVV4kCUsF0dp-wRw1dkf7xmeuXz86VQKEws2psuWT5EwqxGcavf9AMuNlgkOD5LkN1S2Uz7HAgKyi0QwArfProMel8Y88Kit87gE6uk0zBTSFF-xquYAXxnx/s400/IAN_6138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613653051117393778" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Sunrise<br /></span> came and we saw some fishing boats. We bought a couple of fresh parrot fish and decided to take another go for Nagsasa Cove.<br />The waves now are still just as terrifying but we somehow managed to break the entrance.<br />It was so bumpy that i see sky and sea. My hands, white knuckled gripped the sides of the boat as we battle the waves. All wet and blind by the surf, i glimpsed the golden sun break through the clouds. I thought our boat would break into two.<br /><br />My brother tapped me reassuringly and shouted " It's normal!"<br />After whats like an eternity of battling the waves we finally touched the beach.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMZJ_CgfD102e8UvEygavUDeQkf-zyixtCsrmA9-M5-ZvDDQqbCGX_XQIFd_6irEEOiLC8hxRJo7XoO9J4jYEVsYmy2AkepsOLIPUs0JPBmLC3yYW75eWcWTmcAnIjqOoOJn8KG2H6QQP/s1600/IAN_5802.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMZJ_CgfD102e8UvEygavUDeQkf-zyixtCsrmA9-M5-ZvDDQqbCGX_XQIFd_6irEEOiLC8hxRJo7XoO9J4jYEVsYmy2AkepsOLIPUs0JPBmLC3yYW75eWcWTmcAnIjqOoOJn8KG2H6QQP/s400/IAN_5802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604414503281057634" border="0" /></a>I scouted the surroundings and marveled at the beauty of the place.<br />The cool water at my feet, the find sand blown by the wind and the air was crisp and clear to breathe.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPX1oeGezY-2wtGY8_CMZryO9Y3mNIoTbvcZK3yIPJ9TbCxiegnIVOkbV8w1C5HGKZ4QDNjfGGR7eUfIlUKzNEEyXaTMa-AszVMBjDgdefyZHaFIH44Lz1gmX4z3XsaQnscxaBRqY8TXHd/s1600/IAN_5824.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPX1oeGezY-2wtGY8_CMZryO9Y3mNIoTbvcZK3yIPJ9TbCxiegnIVOkbV8w1C5HGKZ4QDNjfGGR7eUfIlUKzNEEyXaTMa-AszVMBjDgdefyZHaFIH44Lz1gmX4z3XsaQnscxaBRqY8TXHd/s400/IAN_5824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604414504997300946" border="0" /></a>From the desert country i worked from, this is paradise.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZmN3xfitVpk3fhk24C15rgOgv8yRpSK-9OezOJVAeigahSF-H1M2JDPNPiuMQrbm3cqTS168g2pWj1XIuRiYVHUPepq5QWXwFIpDeo9FdXN5nIgeNIuigemlQqjQN91vPsthsqb3RmhN/s1600/IAN_5859.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYZmN3xfitVpk3fhk24C15rgOgv8yRpSK-9OezOJVAeigahSF-H1M2JDPNPiuMQrbm3cqTS168g2pWj1XIuRiYVHUPepq5QWXwFIpDeo9FdXN5nIgeNIuigemlQqjQN91vPsthsqb3RmhN/s400/IAN_5859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604414507579593730" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Blue skies, turquoise waters</span><br />reminded me of the TV series "Lost". Here we got no electricity or a proper bed to rest.<br />Just sand, a tent and the hammock.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUlAUvLzFG1bAcfpT4Dq6aM3FDQmYZZkrGIFXkaW53oU3QAht1NPnrgFL3Z9VerakJJz1Wz2lmcXlDkNC4Gd6Alhyphenhyphen3M5_Lxwcrxe1HorgmU3J7GWPrUXU-VrILhyphenhyphenA-XRVX9Hp_uyMHAx4/s1600/IAN_5886.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPUlAUvLzFG1bAcfpT4Dq6aM3FDQmYZZkrGIFXkaW53oU3QAht1NPnrgFL3Z9VerakJJz1Wz2lmcXlDkNC4Gd6Alhyphenhyphen3M5_Lxwcrxe1HorgmU3J7GWPrUXU-VrILhyphenhyphenA-XRVX9Hp_uyMHAx4/s400/IAN_5886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604415606299862850" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PfGCc4jnTozsUzDdNR_3CMryzS74v7QAoW0m0LyATvmU-VRr6MztBnFLl4ooH9q8j6iILjtfw5WAlhz62S3Kyw1jedRse4bIT0siPUgg6f8SBixwUZxqz1voX1wIcpmj2Vf3wt5R1nwQ/s1600/IAN_5835.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5PfGCc4jnTozsUzDdNR_3CMryzS74v7QAoW0m0LyATvmU-VRr6MztBnFLl4ooH9q8j6iILjtfw5WAlhz62S3Kyw1jedRse4bIT0siPUgg6f8SBixwUZxqz1voX1wIcpmj2Vf3wt5R1nwQ/s400/IAN_5835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604414507772506482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Midday </span><br />i tried catching some sleep but my brother would have none of it. We took a quick trek on the "outback" and did some exploring. It was hot and a quick dip on a pool of fresh water up the hill proved to be very refreshing. The pool was teeming with aquatic life, crayfishes, water bugs and small fishes. I felt assured then that it was clean.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUWG7psxFiRmjMRHnT8xndd66Jn5LOiboWq0covjdSnAIapiWlKeXMXLR9qxrQKJNwvIQQ9pL0M4Z4gHcdZEEDQxyu5a9SG7Ek_S7hzVmBfyM9rTuewuKjwbxdeACvk1t5uLI5m8QN5WB/s1600/IAN_5877.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKUWG7psxFiRmjMRHnT8xndd66Jn5LOiboWq0covjdSnAIapiWlKeXMXLR9qxrQKJNwvIQQ9pL0M4Z4gHcdZEEDQxyu5a9SG7Ek_S7hzVmBfyM9rTuewuKjwbxdeACvk1t5uLI5m8QN5WB/s400/IAN_5877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604415590402888754" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAsRqZyGA7NTJGM_wiZA0Z_8hXdU5JXYBnscTJr81VuFjTe5OfWzapPdQlo5oZs1q9Zm99c3P5ow5Y4Nm4m5Blko6IoJZGJJvVLGtQzW-KjBgehwdxX7T9XYzrE_6eX9XTWmbc_p6rTgH/s1600/IAN_5867.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvAsRqZyGA7NTJGM_wiZA0Z_8hXdU5JXYBnscTJr81VuFjTe5OfWzapPdQlo5oZs1q9Zm99c3P5ow5Y4Nm4m5Blko6IoJZGJJvVLGtQzW-KjBgehwdxX7T9XYzrE_6eX9XTWmbc_p6rTgH/s400/IAN_5867.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604414511854591218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Infrared</span><br />was never on my mind but i tried somehow when i saw a couple of our fellows doing some shots.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWMgyXBdKV7mXjE-RT8NexVJaEx75QaiTqY1ldx8sI6y2pSlxpdoXRjcy29uGTMgauJ5TQE1k8gsLOIcw8fu5qNC9YSW0i3rqJXEdFwACOZKziGWUxzhKU9lhP3E-6U_899pCLzw2nbli/s1600/IAN_5917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSWMgyXBdKV7mXjE-RT8NexVJaEx75QaiTqY1ldx8sI6y2pSlxpdoXRjcy29uGTMgauJ5TQE1k8gsLOIcw8fu5qNC9YSW0i3rqJXEdFwACOZKziGWUxzhKU9lhP3E-6U_899pCLzw2nbli/s400/IAN_5917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604415611863919666" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Afternoon</span><br />came after a quick nap and the light is getting soft and colors are popping out. The tide is getting high and we decided to have a swim.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0k69e0FwghN9ZKgpOuJ2LG5BCMzE1kqxTSeuyIGEaW2fSg3k1zYw7CVwwbK8LpEf0hxZ8q-LguT1WyaT8Ae2OJM9WjOsL_DpjiqG_Vt-YBt2EnpfrhLjpKde_2Yj35IDDslMqdVPGZEv/s1600/IAN_5896.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0k69e0FwghN9ZKgpOuJ2LG5BCMzE1kqxTSeuyIGEaW2fSg3k1zYw7CVwwbK8LpEf0hxZ8q-LguT1WyaT8Ae2OJM9WjOsL_DpjiqG_Vt-YBt2EnpfrhLjpKde_2Yj35IDDslMqdVPGZEv/s400/IAN_5896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604415602663379458" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJALtmNDQ9-GTNHXjU6OWeq9FRt2Uev-eZma5nKAhpk7Ns7fWk4-CWFSNP0Kj-77hx0jeEZXLlp2LuctY1gehyeA2d1V87zI3QKyUGwIrsG6rjghYJ9IXRDie0P5cFjT6WQFqjTZx9WiZ9/s1600/IAN_5905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJALtmNDQ9-GTNHXjU6OWeq9FRt2Uev-eZma5nKAhpk7Ns7fWk4-CWFSNP0Kj-77hx0jeEZXLlp2LuctY1gehyeA2d1V87zI3QKyUGwIrsG6rjghYJ9IXRDie0P5cFjT6WQFqjTZx9WiZ9/s400/IAN_5905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604415608666770034" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFx4euI0_CHF6PFnFEfzvmfnbjwGUdrTQqgMkZR7S0JlHgKW4qGVni3ZvZrYwN6qe2K44PL-9SbTh4ZKNppZf2IwMmSi6IsW2Rc047HFtutga4uejc50krGPVSzrJ9YMLeWb78eYosM4_L/s1600/IAN_5951.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFx4euI0_CHF6PFnFEfzvmfnbjwGUdrTQqgMkZR7S0JlHgKW4qGVni3ZvZrYwN6qe2K44PL-9SbTh4ZKNppZf2IwMmSi6IsW2Rc047HFtutga4uejc50krGPVSzrJ9YMLeWb78eYosM4_L/s400/IAN_5951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604416695506153762" border="0" /></a>The inland "lake" during high tide.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyfT9Yx7Jp8_QFJ3gpRKCA7Wjde6c_D4x0aoX449PIgJBKkxgOkVYCKhgCDfFenU_rXi31-V6HzQPADG1ExZgLDW4m7T0MOMbDI1BGaB9mwTsvhY0NFMyvZwcNYgh7y5oXFABlLTonIZk/s1600/IAN_6049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZyfT9Yx7Jp8_QFJ3gpRKCA7Wjde6c_D4x0aoX449PIgJBKkxgOkVYCKhgCDfFenU_rXi31-V6HzQPADG1ExZgLDW4m7T0MOMbDI1BGaB9mwTsvhY0NFMyvZwcNYgh7y5oXFABlLTonIZk/s400/IAN_6049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604416701483949490" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Sunset</span><br />was everybody's most awaited moment. I decided to be the first on this broken boat and waited for the right light.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEY6Irzva-mf62cG_mQlIx_5ec8I3fPJyc0XkXmB9W_35d6doS2D0s4tr6m513yDAoqHhvRkjzbfKGDoW36gkmEnu4IwiQUa9YGwqAltbbn9DRInCavynvwHijbZvlQASUPuw_VRAahSDR/s1600/IAN_6050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEY6Irzva-mf62cG_mQlIx_5ec8I3fPJyc0XkXmB9W_35d6doS2D0s4tr6m513yDAoqHhvRkjzbfKGDoW36gkmEnu4IwiQUa9YGwqAltbbn9DRInCavynvwHijbZvlQASUPuw_VRAahSDR/s400/IAN_6050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604416700877780290" border="0" /></a>Nagsasa cove sunset is just amazing. I felt in touch with nature.<br /><br />After a hearty dinner under a flashlight, we took a pitch black trail at the back of our campsite for a bath under the stars.<br />I was so exhausted that i fell asleep in no time after that.<br /><br />A tug woke me up to see my brother excited about some bush fire that was going on.<br />I saw some glow far away and went back to the tent to sleep. I was so tired i didn't care about any bush fire.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMZJ_CgfD102e8UvEygavUDeQkf-zyixtCsrmA9-M5-ZvDDQqbCGX_XQIFd_6irEEOiLC8hxRJo7XoO9J4jYEVsYmy2AkepsOLIPUs0JPBmLC3yYW75eWcWTmcAnIjqOoOJn8KG2H6QQP/s1600/IAN_5802.JPG"><br /></a>Just minutes later and my brother woke me up again telling me to get up and bring our valuables out of the tent. I went out and saw the mountain on top of us is on fire.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNc2hto5NzfvQKXmHO625FKTqVQGW7DZcqPLjM8wqO-cL-j4bBPnANf36CuOmOrnn-Vjbbyh3jMhGQSvm2HreiQnUBXZYBc04ki-szYTqU0fZ68wLyriFB1iFr2zKIXyyFzqB6aQ2qUsIS/s1600/IAN_6085.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNc2hto5NzfvQKXmHO625FKTqVQGW7DZcqPLjM8wqO-cL-j4bBPnANf36CuOmOrnn-Vjbbyh3jMhGQSvm2HreiQnUBXZYBc04ki-szYTqU0fZ68wLyriFB1iFr2zKIXyyFzqB6aQ2qUsIS/s400/IAN_6085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604416705682626834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Bush fires</span><br />usually happen when the grass is so dry and some hunters use fire to flush out wild game.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhGI9OmBeLvlLoTnKvpwW_HIKd0TUN64vTYgyJCyyDK8jZLG3JhNYv9riAhX-vNk-v8k0hK2ibLz0Q7emkZHl0WZEeq9L0-X8tS6zWYL-sJ3YPFUFafo5i7EQpRDzYl1P7GlkkwySIFqW/s1600/IAN_6086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEhGI9OmBeLvlLoTnKvpwW_HIKd0TUN64vTYgyJCyyDK8jZLG3JhNYv9riAhX-vNk-v8k0hK2ibLz0Q7emkZHl0WZEeq9L0-X8tS6zWYL-sJ3YPFUFafo5i7EQpRDzYl1P7GlkkwySIFqW/s400/IAN_6086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604416702353159602" border="0" /></a>The whole mountain is literally on fire. We scrambled out to the open area carrying whatever we can. I carried our whole tent and my bags.<br /><br />It was an amazing scene. The whole place was lit by an orange glow from the fire.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrw4Ncd0YkRQCWt-MKtnm28WxV3AXcA2w3n1uE7YW14mXdb44PnUck4cZWyrAjelOxrUZawpISqbr5fLyouQHdc4c3R8jRdsuJexpVzunCCHBXIHKGO6otIe29Obgn9a6-GSHV6qAi6pbU/s1600/IMGP9372.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrw4Ncd0YkRQCWt-MKtnm28WxV3AXcA2w3n1uE7YW14mXdb44PnUck4cZWyrAjelOxrUZawpISqbr5fLyouQHdc4c3R8jRdsuJexpVzunCCHBXIHKGO6otIe29Obgn9a6-GSHV6qAi6pbU/s400/IMGP9372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613673552357976706" border="0" /></a>The whole team as fire is raging up on the hills.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJALtmNDQ9-GTNHXjU6OWeq9FRt2Uev-eZma5nKAhpk7Ns7fWk4-CWFSNP0Kj-77hx0jeEZXLlp2LuctY1gehyeA2d1V87zI3QKyUGwIrsG6rjghYJ9IXRDie0P5cFjT6WQFqjTZx9WiZ9/s1600/IAN_5905.JPG"><br /></a>We waited until the fires died down. So i slept in the sand. Didn't mind the pebbles blown by the wind pricking on my skin.<br />The campsite was full of smoke from the smoldering grass and wood by the time we headed back, and we wasted no time putting up our tents back and sleep soon took over.<br /><br />This is one experience i would never forget.<br />I felt a sense of detachment with the place when we headed back home, and mind you the boat ride back sent me reciting silent prayers all the way.<br />The waves are not so friendly.<br /><br />But if you ask if it's all worth it, definitely it is and would go back again given the chance.<br />(On a bigger boat perhaps....)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI0k69e0FwghN9ZKgpOuJ2LG5BCMzE1kqxTSeuyIGEaW2fSg3k1zYw7CVwwbK8LpEf0hxZ8q-LguT1WyaT8Ae2OJM9WjOsL_DpjiqG_Vt-YBt2EnpfrhLjpKde_2Yj35IDDslMqdVPGZEv/s1600/IAN_5896.JPG"><br /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_QDs7JTUdNbQi7dl4mFqtZYw4YIPPkImd20W8nlZ3ptwzM6Q32hMQNSt_gDiqkcWdtIzDUEwjeCTvrf0JwWPl2Mmc2g7CHCOwOuL28y6CHRG4LaNALA-5gI5OWyS2fUmIa8ThbQuu5G0/s1600/IAN_6131e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC_QDs7JTUdNbQi7dl4mFqtZYw4YIPPkImd20W8nlZ3ptwzM6Q32hMQNSt_gDiqkcWdtIzDUEwjeCTvrf0JwWPl2Mmc2g7CHCOwOuL28y6CHRG4LaNALA-5gI5OWyS2fUmIa8ThbQuu5G0/s400/IAN_6131e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604417438335987666" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-59311299657569374862010-01-23T10:02:00.000-08:002010-01-24T07:24:04.194-08:00A short trip - Fujairah<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmC1J-HYL55BzX4j6L1pYoeUy8SyCBf6I6I2SAWEq4_ZfQgvspWig3AHa75kkAMilHb76fWo-jYYk7H1uIb36SYjRUU2UonkEHvX9OJJNk8gF_fzvJeV9KzWaNbXOD2Hm8TT-T7lA4rgHa/s1600-h/IAN_9528CVR.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmC1J-HYL55BzX4j6L1pYoeUy8SyCBf6I6I2SAWEq4_ZfQgvspWig3AHa75kkAMilHb76fWo-jYYk7H1uIb36SYjRUU2UonkEHvX9OJJNk8gF_fzvJeV9KzWaNbXOD2Hm8TT-T7lA4rgHa/s400/IAN_9528CVR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429998606836477906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Jan 22 2010 Fri</span><br /><br />The northern part of the United Arab Emirates is always a good choice for a weekend treat, away from the hustle and bustle life of Dubai.<br />It was decided on notice, instead of going for dune bashing on a desert safari, we opted to have some barbecue on some remote beach along Fujairahs' coastline.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPlx78_5h6Rrb4OB9ydOGpJiEcpeSS0ef-bdJ9vXTRiH3jIYk72qg81KMCIVofHlNXndPQj26Wj7bTVo-G8aYi17X0uNvEhq69Sjcd8XuHRuQE7sqxRs38op-KJqN13X8CbPJLs24DSjQ/s1600-h/IAN_9266_pp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkPlx78_5h6Rrb4OB9ydOGpJiEcpeSS0ef-bdJ9vXTRiH3jIYk72qg81KMCIVofHlNXndPQj26Wj7bTVo-G8aYi17X0uNvEhq69Sjcd8XuHRuQE7sqxRs38op-KJqN13X8CbPJLs24DSjQ/s400/IAN_9266_pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429999094003144434" border="0" /></a>Carpet shops along the way. You can haggle for a cheap bargain.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBwPLhAtPbrJrvcvQlGo4s1CLyAFdsJfoejdI35OKu9nhyN_b5Jb0YyLh6wMrqtmFuhwW8b2blgmCEE1X519f50ZsuoNmNppngHi0DCROlEDkYmeN6H9lFQprEbbsYaRUYVI2p0hxaiOf/s1600-h/IAN_9267P.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBwPLhAtPbrJrvcvQlGo4s1CLyAFdsJfoejdI35OKu9nhyN_b5Jb0YyLh6wMrqtmFuhwW8b2blgmCEE1X519f50ZsuoNmNppngHi0DCROlEDkYmeN6H9lFQprEbbsYaRUYVI2p0hxaiOf/s400/IAN_9267P.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430000843982352498" border="0" /></a>We bought a couple of carpets for 27 USD each. The price is twice back on Dubai.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ja1TS2AUxMZqezEzFrYHf_H28CWCkP2ihngmqYjUo5JGRX3tzS8GqTKTbFWOjIB_yPAOmOXiXKH1UDLgCLs3exBijRGUd6BhH-8od3QFqaDy3Js7DDtehdm7yM6nYSYM8w0HKmAs3dB2/s1600-h/IAN_9293pp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ja1TS2AUxMZqezEzFrYHf_H28CWCkP2ihngmqYjUo5JGRX3tzS8GqTKTbFWOjIB_yPAOmOXiXKH1UDLgCLs3exBijRGUd6BhH-8od3QFqaDy3Js7DDtehdm7yM6nYSYM8w0HKmAs3dB2/s400/IAN_9293pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429999112774795058" border="0" /></a><br />The weather was still quite cool when we arrived at midday, as we settled on some shade under a rocky hill. But the sky was bland though not that overcast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUvXfIfxnlTfBzvGaBqC5geBTQ10Slphg1bkeTeAESGyWlVut1XLeOXwjq37Auhg1Wdgu_OLvB15Iz2T9YVbzM_uCmN3fadurUYpB9O5UOsqkFimXJebr-iC1pbmmZuz1pLlexLXdAsnL/s1600-h/IAN_9321_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUvXfIfxnlTfBzvGaBqC5geBTQ10Slphg1bkeTeAESGyWlVut1XLeOXwjq37Auhg1Wdgu_OLvB15Iz2T9YVbzM_uCmN3fadurUYpB9O5UOsqkFimXJebr-iC1pbmmZuz1pLlexLXdAsnL/s400/IAN_9321_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430000853508134210" border="0" /></a><br />There were local fishermen on the beach, and we are just in time for the days' catch. Anchovies.<br />A full truckload of these and some more. They were quite happy to give us some and other freebies...other fishes and including a dead green turtle.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwLb5C0sntXfiIBRsgWXFY_qiNpzlNUNVFaKbWUQhuvBT6uke1eWrECUZF-Jq1zC-upUXmEsAt0JtxPucQ4ZLpP9VxTKhqhU-gUopgfNQj4QHP0s7y6J8KI6BDMOhjyJQLtvAvGzMjLV3/s1600-h/IAN_9355+res.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwLb5C0sntXfiIBRsgWXFY_qiNpzlNUNVFaKbWUQhuvBT6uke1eWrECUZF-Jq1zC-upUXmEsAt0JtxPucQ4ZLpP9VxTKhqhU-gUopgfNQj4QHP0s7y6J8KI6BDMOhjyJQLtvAvGzMjLV3/s400/IAN_9355+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429998590728978946" border="0" /></a><br />It must have drowned while inside the fishing net. It was so unfortunate to see such a wonderful creature...lifeless. It was my first time to see a sea turtle this close.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZf7nEMyfNsw7EsXgn6RoYba4k5WG6wseAJCP1C62yMnxPVdMVBTdbekoi75Gst49eLbvUeS167Fv7iFCogRw3krRROJxfU4MRRqmYv5NcKH1vrbey_08DtscjdGVBrgew8uV-RmDox_OT/s1600-h/IAN_9359_pp.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZf7nEMyfNsw7EsXgn6RoYba4k5WG6wseAJCP1C62yMnxPVdMVBTdbekoi75Gst49eLbvUeS167Fv7iFCogRw3krRROJxfU4MRRqmYv5NcKH1vrbey_08DtscjdGVBrgew8uV-RmDox_OT/s400/IAN_9359_pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429998594277823586" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Illegal catch</span><br /><br />The fishermen did not care a bit. After posing for me they threw it back on the beach. I was hoping that the turtle is still alive. I went back to the same spot after they have gone and saw the turtles' lifeless body on the sandy bottom.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8OnCzsv_U1jhVgBNJDjiELyrVrUIJTkwB-pKKGIs8brzGXGuzOW3ZgWPn0C3J1Rgmkb690Mt_jD2PSZZwiMvrDY34Nn1UAJWTVXUjaVE7zMP4hBfbgz-MXdv-TiQOjDwcvNBHXLCPwfe/s1600-h/IAN_9366_res.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8OnCzsv_U1jhVgBNJDjiELyrVrUIJTkwB-pKKGIs8brzGXGuzOW3ZgWPn0C3J1Rgmkb690Mt_jD2PSZZwiMvrDY34Nn1UAJWTVXUjaVE7zMP4hBfbgz-MXdv-TiQOjDwcvNBHXLCPwfe/s400/IAN_9366_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429998596859015522" border="0" /></a><br />The beach was clean and water was great for a dip. Unlike beaches back on Dubai, i can see a lot of small fishes even on very shallow waters which means the places here is still unspoilt, due to the sparse population around it. But maybe not for long...<br /><br /><br />Here's a short video clip of my fish-mongering. We went home that night with some of these anchovies and it made a delicious fish omelet for dinner. =D<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyS_za576QmxS5gFm5aVxFVNnXsrGae2HHjTjHDFeI3r9inCUPAavUGKl97rHlkjmRPnwBhmx6CTVS8X-P79Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-48529387172786784622009-10-10T03:42:00.000-07:002009-10-12T11:34:51.249-07:00Sigma 30mm f/1.4 EX DC HSM Review<span style="font-family:arial;">The Sigma 30mm f/1.4 is what i describe as a boon or bane for photographers who wanted fast glass for low light shooting.</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span><span style="font-family:arial;">The 46mm on full frame equivalent</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> field of </span><span style="font-family:arial;">view is usefull</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> for normal portraits, landscapes and architecture especially on low light, you will really appreciate the features of a fast lens.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">This 30mm f/1.4 is what i call a vampire lens and a wild-horse. A vampire since it only makes sense if you shoot it at dim light ( it would be useless to use an f/1.4 lens on a broad daylight and stop it down to f8...) and a wild-horse because of its focusing issues. That i'll describe later.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZK8E5Yx04ATJArPwA-lHrSk3Ez_wxC5E6t3XTf-RbIXKRZrRJNWLi-LwtAp8u8IDI-fyVj5QZi_kIccWkLvyXS0rXX3EQP4aLuH9Tw6Gp_6FwzaK_fvEcZlVIs-Whj3Q4aVYNDWG78rW/s1600-h/DSC_6799.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxZK8E5Yx04ATJArPwA-lHrSk3Ez_wxC5E6t3XTf-RbIXKRZrRJNWLi-LwtAp8u8IDI-fyVj5QZi_kIccWkLvyXS0rXX3EQP4aLuH9Tw6Gp_6FwzaK_fvEcZlVIs-Whj3Q4aVYNDWG78rW/s400/DSC_6799.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390927002146436018" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">The lens is snub-looking at about 60mm in length and weighs around 400 grams. I say its rather heavy for a lens this size but can be discrete enough when mounted on an average sized DSLR.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVNUU6vzZlVYyEYYhLs2CsZnZZ0SmcrXzMdJ-1ZJkQLGxlVEUmw19fiE61jXW1XtKaKnab-Mi6dXk6PhtWrLR6vojb0ycQ-983iXj7Bn_QkoKgWP1VVJS3ZPaDUswrYki0DSYKh2pf0Fz/s1600-h/DSC_6789.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiVNUU6vzZlVYyEYYhLs2CsZnZZ0SmcrXzMdJ-1ZJkQLGxlVEUmw19fiE61jXW1XtKaKnab-Mi6dXk6PhtWrLR6vojb0ycQ-983iXj7Bn_QkoKgWP1VVJS3ZPaDUswrYki0DSYKh2pf0Fz/s400/DSC_6789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390923361643479890" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Since it is labeled as f/1.4, even for a DX glass (cropped sensor), the elements are quite large hence the weight.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThmzOCWefiKc2Y_GP6WNZfpfIvUOY7E14NJQLXCrZ2xCBBTdnqhkX1umJmY7OHQt8h5mqWtSSfMgfGXyMl_QvHbcnXt7Al6JlV1An31RdJGSFDElB3d6v1Gez1B00loBurmYf8pj6T5Sb/s1600-h/DSC_6792.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThmzOCWefiKc2Y_GP6WNZfpfIvUOY7E14NJQLXCrZ2xCBBTdnqhkX1umJmY7OHQt8h5mqWtSSfMgfGXyMl_QvHbcnXt7Al6JlV1An31RdJGSFDElB3d6v1Gez1B00loBurmYf8pj6T5Sb/s400/DSC_6792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390923380424277186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">It takes 62mm filters which is mounted on the stationary part of the barrel and during focusing the inner barrel moves in and out although very minimal. But if you decide to put in filters, there might be a chance that the filter might obstruct the movement of the barrel.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyfEdMNO6LDhirqYgML96wMPbmLz0EQFSliLo_yod75wz1Ru2FiWMMHbXKgycIhNYKhzMX_OM3BFzjM4l9GV3ylJ1sRWgaaC2hZDmWWCD9quauiG3rmkafHOmPFumG6q-TWFCh9Hpup1V/s1600-h/DSC_6796.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifyfEdMNO6LDhirqYgML96wMPbmLz0EQFSliLo_yod75wz1Ru2FiWMMHbXKgycIhNYKhzMX_OM3BFzjM4l9GV3ylJ1sRWgaaC2hZDmWWCD9quauiG3rmkafHOmPFumG6q-TWFCh9Hpup1V/s400/DSC_6796.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390923390851482226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">The hood that doesn't feel secured when you snap it in place. I don't use it.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvlMQJ32NjjHtwoO-IH4_6hOLj2_IOqW-loY_o5OG1Szgnq5lrXF2F4tPPipLs-eAyTNi_7d1gl4UbqbsxtAFa8GczAx9_OawMIltlx16zTvl1yYezgBko1Kd4JoSL6XcsOCwcSBVkEHy1/s1600-h/DSC_6790.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvlMQJ32NjjHtwoO-IH4_6hOLj2_IOqW-loY_o5OG1Szgnq5lrXF2F4tPPipLs-eAyTNi_7d1gl4UbqbsxtAFa8GczAx9_OawMIltlx16zTvl1yYezgBko1Kd4JoSL6XcsOCwcSBVkEHy1/s400/DSC_6790.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390923369566710050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">It features Sigma's HSM (HyperSonicMotor). The focusing speed is average but the lens may tend to jerk in and out before locking focus. It makes weird noises on the D80.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">The problem with this particular Sigma is that the focus is so horrible that you end up having blurred and out of focus pictures 50% all the time. It tends to front focus meaning it focuses a few feet shorter to its intended subject.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Even if your focus confirmation on your viewfinder says ok, it's actually not. You need to reconfirm it visually and re focus if necessary.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Most mortals who haven't tried shooting 1.4 lenses might be disappointed when they try one since the field of view is very narrow at 1.4 and that only a very small part of the image is sharp while the rest is just bokeh.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">That's normal. And when this sigma accurately focuses on a subject, it produces very sharp pictures at f1.4.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >That is if you can have it focusing properly</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">For close subjects such as night portraits, no problems with focusing. For far away subjects such as landscapes, unbelievably horrible.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But the bokeh produced by this lens is beautiful, smooth and creamy looking.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are some sample shots:</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9P_7vFXsQ2WM8jY3RIWAFpfmbd4zP8V-v0i_SaRspxVH_6V5xpSAXkSo7Wy35BexlBP-6yTjp-dC8DPDICPawkKpSuZBYQUbjwyYTzBWTPGR2YO66ajAuTnrsaLFMZII72xcuIvUqhwB/s1600-h/f1.4+IAN_3446+res.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9P_7vFXsQ2WM8jY3RIWAFpfmbd4zP8V-v0i_SaRspxVH_6V5xpSAXkSo7Wy35BexlBP-6yTjp-dC8DPDICPawkKpSuZBYQUbjwyYTzBWTPGR2YO66ajAuTnrsaLFMZII72xcuIvUqhwB/s400/f1.4+IAN_3446+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390924098200521026" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pHxup-ikGhibPrE6V6Yn1pTVv0UaErLHRNWvhx_5Iz6xOlQUYCar81ZG2TmGwNppBn9YjeWtdp_BfHdYqB_yk70TbSTcO1b65gQNWQvaKtNH2s-6aroBR9VFC3vPesz9gz7d_ZLwYq3V/s1600-h/f1.4+IAN_3446+closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5pHxup-ikGhibPrE6V6Yn1pTVv0UaErLHRNWvhx_5Iz6xOlQUYCar81ZG2TmGwNppBn9YjeWtdp_BfHdYqB_yk70TbSTcO1b65gQNWQvaKtNH2s-6aroBR9VFC3vPesz9gz7d_ZLwYq3V/s400/f1.4+IAN_3446+closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390924101179319266" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">at f/1.4</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJi-N6CWt1LzHuEIGLr06q-Vt9AoHqzMI2NVii6iEtN3CXibo7qfc9BohlOC3E0n97I3HeGUF9GirVoZUYD6_ILgpr0GkvrD2Dox0bEpTqxnvmIbahq3PQDjPJ5qBYDON_MARzqgY7d-_v/s1600-h/f1.6+IAN_3446+res.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJi-N6CWt1LzHuEIGLr06q-Vt9AoHqzMI2NVii6iEtN3CXibo7qfc9BohlOC3E0n97I3HeGUF9GirVoZUYD6_ILgpr0GkvrD2Dox0bEpTqxnvmIbahq3PQDjPJ5qBYDON_MARzqgY7d-_v/s400/f1.6+IAN_3446+res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390924406842370754" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gp9aqOyiy7d754s0AfblTNGJQkISdGSktlNBI_SrLIuY8qfHEI2hMd_fmL8YZkJ8gDiA2535nStCoytkDtf9ZmV6soz7snPCogMITmiEzyxHizUmjrYfjJ5TuV9ChoRGcfCM0yJZhqBu/s1600-h/f1.6+IAN_3447+closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-gp9aqOyiy7d754s0AfblTNGJQkISdGSktlNBI_SrLIuY8qfHEI2hMd_fmL8YZkJ8gDiA2535nStCoytkDtf9ZmV6soz7snPCogMITmiEzyxHizUmjrYfjJ5TuV9ChoRGcfCM0yJZhqBu/s400/f1.6+IAN_3447+closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390924413348065362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> at f/1.6</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOESy6uWbgphR38r2Bk7L1rdlnvy_PT1h5c3G8CVUbQmTF4K5YvsiP1l3jZAGg0FkMgsOzonAIHhuEWUwmWl-MnmhIcC3fjmJ7mtmnSKh40rg2HldUozy6wUIneCgq2BdJSFw5oBh3gnPy/s1600-h/f1.8+IAN_3448.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOESy6uWbgphR38r2Bk7L1rdlnvy_PT1h5c3G8CVUbQmTF4K5YvsiP1l3jZAGg0FkMgsOzonAIHhuEWUwmWl-MnmhIcC3fjmJ7mtmnSKh40rg2HldUozy6wUIneCgq2BdJSFw5oBh3gnPy/s400/f1.8+IAN_3448.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390925092546525346" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-AqRMBvAwq49w7PHBO7pttaZ5Olw6gT3FsxT5EQzOyuG8ZttJgwtyaGRRLDqdxaaJpksVeE_1ESkYN_ovwx4opyVq4Ihw6_z2TcpdejM4bCHrRnN8lJg4RngjAmbuT8d_vCYf0p7NS42/s1600-h/f1.8+IAN_3448+closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-AqRMBvAwq49w7PHBO7pttaZ5Olw6gT3FsxT5EQzOyuG8ZttJgwtyaGRRLDqdxaaJpksVeE_1ESkYN_ovwx4opyVq4Ihw6_z2TcpdejM4bCHrRnN8lJg4RngjAmbuT8d_vCYf0p7NS42/s400/f1.8+IAN_3448+closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390925096870789842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">at f/1.8</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmRbmkPoUjbbUBm29cOxEJQNeDhE-6ZJ0WTjt2xhyphenhyphenS7Xysb_uDd31133bDcOf6cMcZOfd3FF4tzgkJsqXBly1F-KnAsKLc2E_jdX1A4GGjTw7zwwHIKc2uOdsC2WFJV1HniwmUnHi6SFb/s1600-h/f2+IAN_3449.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigmRbmkPoUjbbUBm29cOxEJQNeDhE-6ZJ0WTjt2xhyphenhyphenS7Xysb_uDd31133bDcOf6cMcZOfd3FF4tzgkJsqXBly1F-KnAsKLc2E_jdX1A4GGjTw7zwwHIKc2uOdsC2WFJV1HniwmUnHi6SFb/s400/f2+IAN_3449.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390925378932307138" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmROPE168L0n3hzHhkVVOnnc8M8upv4IGC1qEaD-0wEXSSS0v6s0J-zAKyi0X9IpSk1z4rvBRXJbzKfpgqNTGhSLXzfF5U3rBTIWLceKBURAK2zx16Ep60_Jvs1BBW9JLrGeeSVYcffFS/s1600-h/f2+IAN_3449_closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmROPE168L0n3hzHhkVVOnnc8M8upv4IGC1qEaD-0wEXSSS0v6s0J-zAKyi0X9IpSk1z4rvBRXJbzKfpgqNTGhSLXzfF5U3rBTIWLceKBURAK2zx16Ep60_Jvs1BBW9JLrGeeSVYcffFS/s400/f2+IAN_3449_closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390925387310475442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">at f/2</span></span><br /> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpdA7pbDTeGPjzF4OaxyruqIPwMxw34K3HmaeuR3Cod6WllprJYpXbqkJSTJpXKmol69p-aW_WL81zoGlBijtKJyHEDajbCq2dYtcSeUxxXUIBs5_PIui2y5CiRCCWK5mMfs0Y3StoTWh/s1600-h/f2.8+IAN_3450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixpdA7pbDTeGPjzF4OaxyruqIPwMxw34K3HmaeuR3Cod6WllprJYpXbqkJSTJpXKmol69p-aW_WL81zoGlBijtKJyHEDajbCq2dYtcSeUxxXUIBs5_PIui2y5CiRCCWK5mMfs0Y3StoTWh/s400/f2.8+IAN_3450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390925650486836354" border="0" /></a><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80Il6hClDI2x990c91QoVemU31LvEOUSmGGEU0UELYOrgVvglEhQ-bUrnLssZztlmLcEOWXnwqECZawD4ZrRF7kWUz9NM3_x1-JTqx3yRho20fpeBWceO3m0TmeiUfdxyqA-FJd3RH_mT/s1600-h/f2.8+IAN_3450+closer.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg80Il6hClDI2x990c91QoVemU31LvEOUSmGGEU0UELYOrgVvglEhQ-bUrnLssZztlmLcEOWXnwqECZawD4ZrRF7kWUz9NM3_x1-JTqx3yRho20fpeBWceO3m0TmeiUfdxyqA-FJd3RH_mT/s400/f2.8+IAN_3450+closer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390925659266106434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">at f/2.8</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">From apertures f/1.4 to f/1.8 there is a slight veiling and bit of lower contrast. Nothing that can't be fixed during post processing. The image starts to improve at f/2 and by f/2.8 it is incredibly sharp.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">But take it into consideration that the above test subject has a curvature and that affects the out of focus areas. Shooting at f/1.4 is difficult to understand and getting consistent results is greatly affected by position and distance.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">On low light this lens is a joy to use, especially when you couple it with slow sync flash and a steady hand. It takes in so much light that you get perfectly exposed subject and a decently lit backgrounds. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >That is if you can get it to focus properly.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Dimly lit interiors are no sweat! When normal lenses struggle to give you a decent shutter speed, this one just works.</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >That is if you can get it to focus properly.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">It sucks big time on mid range DSLR's but on cameras such as the D300, there is a feature called AF Fine Tuning, where you can fine tune a lens and store the data on the camera. The camera automatically remembers the setting every time you load the lens.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrzxQfB-4W5EjD20ORfuznD8ZNoJ5tB2n_jn-kQ0On0s8yWcfFxQJFYwpiEPNgrQ6isg4-cxtpBreU-Tqd6e2nYwaBCspYpns_dRwwEEYjxu35NEJqUdav7R3-uZpCzMpW4mgC9W501oO/s1600-h/DSC_0457.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtrzxQfB-4W5EjD20ORfuznD8ZNoJ5tB2n_jn-kQ0On0s8yWcfFxQJFYwpiEPNgrQ6isg4-cxtpBreU-Tqd6e2nYwaBCspYpns_dRwwEEYjxu35NEJqUdav7R3-uZpCzMpW4mgC9W501oO/s400/DSC_0457.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391030099214380354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> I calibrated the 30mm at +16 setting on the D300.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Lo and behold! It works like magic! Now the lens has 95 percent accuracy! I get more sharper results even when shot wide open.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">So what if you dont have a D300? Better get the cheaper </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" >AF-S DX Nikkor 35mm f/1.8</span><span style="font-family:arial;"> at almost half the price and much lighter in weight.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">They don't differ that much as long as sharpness is concerned at f/1.8. They both have excellent contrast and colors. Only the Nikkor has accurate focusing much of the time. And the Sigma can go to 1.4 when needed.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >I would get the Nikon if i could. </span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are some sample shots of the Sigma</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi12g1KArz89Oie6HeVzWE_EwyeK73TeIZ75huMKx9YaSsTUvrLfcS-fpC_-4mEGQ15I7PkLi74J2sOaWIXFYQT6Iw3MTGSiTKyDP5fjbPzs2e25aDn5zMK4pSJ55rgi-Ali75eeNlMDBz/s1600-h/DSC_1076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi12g1KArz89Oie6HeVzWE_EwyeK73TeIZ75huMKx9YaSsTUvrLfcS-fpC_-4mEGQ15I7PkLi74J2sOaWIXFYQT6Iw3MTGSiTKyDP5fjbPzs2e25aDn5zMK4pSJ55rgi-Ali75eeNlMDBz/s400/DSC_1076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390923353948555858" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" > <span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">1/2 sec f/2.8 ISO 200 hand-held D80 No AF Fine Tune</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yfmlcti4yQy9DVxgfa79_P-vLDWGxlxWgMOsDVbx2LZ21u18k095AtXspg6UEfFxvk4Nq2OMVhbaZRS46hxnEHqPzIJht9rSOzrouXtm4ExVvFg79tNUXOqRxhdymwwh5MvLOPzeGU9c/s1600-h/IAN_1250.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9yfmlcti4yQy9DVxgfa79_P-vLDWGxlxWgMOsDVbx2LZ21u18k095AtXspg6UEfFxvk4Nq2OMVhbaZRS46hxnEHqPzIJht9rSOzrouXtm4ExVvFg79tNUXOqRxhdymwwh5MvLOPzeGU9c/s400/IAN_1250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390927338380718898" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >1/20 sec f/2.8 ISO 500 hand-held D300 AF Fine Tune</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsM0OQYWVpib_V0bCw7C7-2vxa93m6K8SBscRyMIybt8omnE60cxorBxuRuVfNCkbr0Ld6A7ZZbgLt9MFvXGSIYApqVoyD2SNvdvKiFMdGcA9Ls8rz2Scqw9-jOU5lTjWUgUXORU5CF_E/s1600-h/IAN_1245.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsM0OQYWVpib_V0bCw7C7-2vxa93m6K8SBscRyMIybt8omnE60cxorBxuRuVfNCkbr0Ld6A7ZZbgLt9MFvXGSIYApqVoyD2SNvdvKiFMdGcA9Ls8rz2Scqw9-jOU5lTjWUgUXORU5CF_E/s400/IAN_1245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390927007687457618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:arial;" >1/8 sec f/2.8 ISO 500 hand-held D300 AF Fine Tune</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4t7vgTQPCuYMAyTIJSju6GXowR9am809mApFKTKGWKTfyF7HHyYffldZYH-Hv3HH5EbBCDRwEbWh1_AibYILiuZ_CgVgmX1vhsYEzXGnrudJlcCq2-CUJnRuqoEsXQEnKGOF5QaLsFYkO/s1600-h/IAN_3086+b4ANDaftr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4t7vgTQPCuYMAyTIJSju6GXowR9am809mApFKTKGWKTfyF7HHyYffldZYH-Hv3HH5EbBCDRwEbWh1_AibYILiuZ_CgVgmX1vhsYEzXGnrudJlcCq2-CUJnRuqoEsXQEnKGOF5QaLsFYkO/s400/IAN_3086+b4ANDaftr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391012803551225746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);">1/15 sec f/2.8 ISO 800 hand-held D300 AF Fine Tune</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">Conclusion:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;">This is a lame offering by Sigma. Its got excellent optics but very bad camera-to-lens communication. It screws up Nikons excellent focusing system big time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And the AF-S Nikkor 35mm f/1.8 DX just killed it.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:arial;">R.I.P Sigma 3omm.</span><br /></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-1656398351810043152009-03-28T03:09:00.000-07:002009-04-03T01:16:40.841-07:00Road Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oV0Qp-9IQqDdi9MSYi68bUEs8FXTDEgx0R0xk47YzV3GZfi2lN4DqB30H-K8BI200xxNoH3PRWmQTl8Vo8n_Xp4DzLjoBVOLZWieJAQV6tttrcosoH0fSUPANkytcpB09NgRM4KFFJnp/s1600-h/DSC_6331Zxc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9oV0Qp-9IQqDdi9MSYi68bUEs8FXTDEgx0R0xk47YzV3GZfi2lN4DqB30H-K8BI200xxNoH3PRWmQTl8Vo8n_Xp4DzLjoBVOLZWieJAQV6tttrcosoH0fSUPANkytcpB09NgRM4KFFJnp/s400/DSC_6331Zxc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320372457959116018" border="0" /></a>Part II of <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" href="http://nikonyte.blogspot.com/2009/03/night-owl.html">The Night Owl</a><br /><br />I heard the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore. I was still dreaming of being transported to another world, or going back at the beginning of time. I thought I heard the screaming of Pterodactyls searching for fish as the early sea frothed with abundance of one celled organisms.<br /> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUsVCpBWgVTiveDlOlK0JYXiwUOX0RQOrezDniloz5mf2-6daAxUQC3osfzWjyrPFjC43wPg2pVUDrq_by_1v0e6fBpbl38ufycl5jxzWO3_fPr1bpw0rKZYC0gGv_ITt49IayTd25woV/s1600-h/DSC_6214zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlUsVCpBWgVTiveDlOlK0JYXiwUOX0RQOrezDniloz5mf2-6daAxUQC3osfzWjyrPFjC43wPg2pVUDrq_by_1v0e6fBpbl38ufycl5jxzWO3_fPr1bpw0rKZYC0gGv_ITt49IayTd25woV/s400/DSC_6214zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320332982367053874" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">The Dawn of Time.</span><br /></div><br />But as I slowly opened my eyes I felt the hard rocks on my back and saw the soft morning light was already creeping inside the habitat.<br />My watch read 6:00 am. The alarm didn't go off.<br />What the...! I almost slept for two hours.<br />I opened the zipper door and saw the lightening of dawn.<br /><br />Still half awake I scrambled for my tripod and rig and noticed that the lens attached is different from what REMEMBERED putting on before i went to sleep two hours ago. My head is still throbbing with pain and my still sluggish brain just couldn't register what was happening. I just stood there perplexed for a few moments and realized that SOMEONE has switched my borrowed 10-20 to something else during my helpless state of drunkenness and stupor. Sneaky!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtDZ1LZmSaSWE-pEUUHEtc-61x6crujnaprisbG4TOKJLvl12dahDAcLDG8CpZiGUPPYSYtbQoJBjAGdJwRmYvJ4rSLvsyP28VELUA0BX17PagD1ZznhsEi67R-MMP7hCVhyphenhyphenetD1zHG4Y/s1600-h/DSC_6211zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFtDZ1LZmSaSWE-pEUUHEtc-61x6crujnaprisbG4TOKJLvl12dahDAcLDG8CpZiGUPPYSYtbQoJBjAGdJwRmYvJ4rSLvsyP28VELUA0BX17PagD1ZznhsEi67R-MMP7hCVhyphenhyphenetD1zHG4Y/s400/DSC_6211zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320332976815586850" border="0" /></a><br />I rushed outside and almost tripped on the rocks when i saw the culprit sitting on the sand with my lens on his camera with a big grin on his face.<br /><br />It was getting lighter, i grabbed the lens and wasted no time on trying to find a good angle close to the shore but to my dismay it is not possible to make long exposures anymore.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUP1UYfULqo0w6Gx0yam5RMxo1B-kzzYDDGbbiWaXerxgHiiV_QGzbOzPtnaa5bW0wjHjJN5vFqZC6hgJ4LFzNbSaOmnArfmGH3LHa31QtZcfUC3uKtJ2DhzVfIz-p1MbjFGJmJVMwl9Mn/s1600-h/DSC_6188zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUP1UYfULqo0w6Gx0yam5RMxo1B-kzzYDDGbbiWaXerxgHiiV_QGzbOzPtnaa5bW0wjHjJN5vFqZC6hgJ4LFzNbSaOmnArfmGH3LHa31QtZcfUC3uKtJ2DhzVfIz-p1MbjFGJmJVMwl9Mn/s400/DSC_6188zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320332968185377554" border="0" /></a><br />Last resort was to use my Cokin tobacco graduated filter to put some colors on the bland sky. The sunrise that day was not that spectacular I have to admit. The clouds are less attractive, but with plenty of foreground interest, long exposure could have provided interesting results.<br />Oh well better luck this time.<br /><br />I went to the other side of the road across the beach once the sun was up and took some more photos of bushes, rocks and hills and more rocks.<br /><br />It's lenten season which means breakfast was chicken sausages for me. I really really wanted to sink my teeth into the <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">plat du jour</span>.<br />Grilled pork belly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1xIz6oqJRbEmrBQsbLxYjGvRp3g6iR1Osi4xmf4MWa3pwmA1oGJ642ce7Z6HzrYacAWDRKausbh5wwogAwh0QJrtlBZnL1x4g-RP9_8hxoJy6OmQaW4vWFW7-Uhy-YLh0BaYcniXwjil/s1600-h/DSC_6297zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1xIz6oqJRbEmrBQsbLxYjGvRp3g6iR1Osi4xmf4MWa3pwmA1oGJ642ce7Z6HzrYacAWDRKausbh5wwogAwh0QJrtlBZnL1x4g-RP9_8hxoJy6OmQaW4vWFW7-Uhy-YLh0BaYcniXwjil/s400/DSC_6297zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320336717873060610" border="0" /></a><br />Looking back a few minutes ago, watching the sunrise while sitting on the shore gives a unique feeling everytime. As the drama unfolds before your eyes you always get a sense of peace inside you, watching a new day being born and thinking that on the other side of the world another day ends.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEryFIhipxAvrqST3kfPS6riVFErplCJLitGvBjG7Hy7EqE1EIl6DYxQNz5GsQHSMwtBHq7EXZojNlUhZb1_KIB2ysH5L_dlnGdrpJWdLwHSCpNRhPu8K3bxuk4gPcTv_Oc4fEIfzMxmw1/s1600-h/DSC_6336xx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEryFIhipxAvrqST3kfPS6riVFErplCJLitGvBjG7Hy7EqE1EIl6DYxQNz5GsQHSMwtBHq7EXZojNlUhZb1_KIB2ysH5L_dlnGdrpJWdLwHSCpNRhPu8K3bxuk4gPcTv_Oc4fEIfzMxmw1/s400/DSC_6336xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320336723767733058" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">The infamous G7</span> (group 7)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Actually not all. Im on group 4 and another one from group 2. We kinda don't like our own groups so we merged with group 7 which is hell lot more fun!<br /></div></div><br />After breakfast there was the group shot where you have to stupidly wave your hand and give your best smile. While almost everybody is dressed in black and white ( black for the so called "masters" and white for us "newbies"), I wore a pink shirt. hehe<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvXIeasANbGdFJrn8VlqOPiCG6pezYmw6hv6u2PvcinWmYQph9aY67iwl2rgXKlUB1qwApTm9FShNJP2mTBt2EF4NcJZeHHhER9ppUAr3fs-QvUlObZHgwa6E9-DIH1H8Akr1T_hB9D3i/s1600-h/DSC_6233zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWvXIeasANbGdFJrn8VlqOPiCG6pezYmw6hv6u2PvcinWmYQph9aY67iwl2rgXKlUB1qwApTm9FShNJP2mTBt2EF4NcJZeHHhER9ppUAr3fs-QvUlObZHgwa6E9-DIH1H8Akr1T_hB9D3i/s400/DSC_6233zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320332981471938162" border="0" /></a><br />Tents are packed, stuffed on the trunk and we are off to the roads again. The Fujayrah coastline is beautiful, its beaches glistening on the morning sun and the road seemed endless.<br /><br />The trip then is pretty straightforward. We had the beaches at our left and the rocky cliffs on our right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaL02uRwjEChH47a6bdNp29vL-dAXuQMjOHQYhOd8gkLTXcqMKEDv5X3GVuFqabrI-S1UlQmzwQqnb4DmRC7FCvRwrC54LLUVU179uaq09C4TBgndrnH1y32hEEwiZgmJOUtuL7oepytWw/s1600-h/DSC_6429xz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaL02uRwjEChH47a6bdNp29vL-dAXuQMjOHQYhOd8gkLTXcqMKEDv5X3GVuFqabrI-S1UlQmzwQqnb4DmRC7FCvRwrC54LLUVU179uaq09C4TBgndrnH1y32hEEwiZgmJOUtuL7oepytWw/s400/DSC_6429xz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320337417835516354" border="0" /></a>Next stop was the Al Bidyah mosque known for its unique design with its rather queer looking minarets. Built at around 1146 A.D according to radiocarbon analysis, is the oldest known mosque on the UAE.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-60YOOhcAZ2Lo0HTkWGKxclsgi41wduDAsTj7Bk0GV19EO9r_5WcX_8W6lf6LAfJNLMLWJD_fa3UWr2MURqsrYHJDW-AVzkr74I5L119PK2Wu5zRmul8VpGynDJY5P7GaUy5xelfmk6v/s1600-h/DSC_6433zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-60YOOhcAZ2Lo0HTkWGKxclsgi41wduDAsTj7Bk0GV19EO9r_5WcX_8W6lf6LAfJNLMLWJD_fa3UWr2MURqsrYHJDW-AVzkr74I5L119PK2Wu5zRmul8VpGynDJY5P7GaUy5xelfmk6v/s400/DSC_6433zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320337416195034434" border="0" /></a>Overlooking the mosque is a fort like tower on a top of a rocky hill.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMPj6iStcg59Q-6U8lWie7hnV8X5IxGevxwYSvE8BD-OhU75Ldfo-D454Us7VArsVMz-tFlONg_WLFrvxFX0Gqbab3oyNx_EQMzSFRAFg8C8WF1nfNcqBXkHGku7QNTvpkxY2kHfLf_sG/s1600-h/DSC_6398xx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMPj6iStcg59Q-6U8lWie7hnV8X5IxGevxwYSvE8BD-OhU75Ldfo-D454Us7VArsVMz-tFlONg_WLFrvxFX0Gqbab3oyNx_EQMzSFRAFg8C8WF1nfNcqBXkHGku7QNTvpkxY2kHfLf_sG/s400/DSC_6398xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320336728138525042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbtEiGWoIwuPZgzAESt6DOXrvh6GtwFNcTvGnCqkMJNBdI4JaDtrAz3J9oVKQzXsdeBmyTIMWCoJfDNi12HiWAFOu78HGqC9gXrWv39sDZLVW_EaZvQs9KS_RjV-YHWRbldXoJh6xlNdfm/s1600-h/DSC_6396zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbtEiGWoIwuPZgzAESt6DOXrvh6GtwFNcTvGnCqkMJNBdI4JaDtrAz3J9oVKQzXsdeBmyTIMWCoJfDNi12HiWAFOu78HGqC9gXrWv39sDZLVW_EaZvQs9KS_RjV-YHWRbldXoJh6xlNdfm/s400/DSC_6396zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320336720892671970" border="0" /></a><br />And while everybody seems to be having with them big lenses for such landscapes like this I saw this girl at about 5 years old clicking and snapping anything and shouting "Silhouettes"!<br />I say <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">she's got more sense</span> compared to everybody feeling macho with there ultra telephotos, <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">she has a 10-20 ultra wide angle!</span> Go kiddo!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfV28qSCWtOX_6GuvZueyV7ye5YOJdHAmYO-bzJ7xuE3ntNhac51EZeVobf1s3x7TK0X56yoLRObIc5KuGPj2nvFsJnjWFaXRUx-06yhJMG6Pj9qtIRzyS7hZIGObKeU5rvZ9u1liqnRD/s1600-h/DSC_6425xx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfV28qSCWtOX_6GuvZueyV7ye5YOJdHAmYO-bzJ7xuE3ntNhac51EZeVobf1s3x7TK0X56yoLRObIc5KuGPj2nvFsJnjWFaXRUx-06yhJMG6Pj9qtIRzyS7hZIGObKeU5rvZ9u1liqnRD/s400/DSC_6425xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320337412017525618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">"I can show you a thing or two with my Ultra Wide, this is not a sports match so why you buggers bring 500mm's?"</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3Ph4dKBtqzOZ5lk-2IUgkbuqNSrxHy4L1DX-OSptkQBuY8hIdjnHf5NoOb36w2bb77oM-tsh2dj8W68-42HUEWX1ofTzWmiwgx0xObgxkcrSL_sbNbRUUcFkzTpYk6AkIwYJhp65afXW/s1600-h/DSC_6455xx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja3Ph4dKBtqzOZ5lk-2IUgkbuqNSrxHy4L1DX-OSptkQBuY8hIdjnHf5NoOb36w2bb77oM-tsh2dj8W68-42HUEWX1ofTzWmiwgx0xObgxkcrSL_sbNbRUUcFkzTpYk6AkIwYJhp65afXW/s400/DSC_6455xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320337421282195378" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">"Sunstars" at Khor Fakkan</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We stopped at Khor Fakkan to gather our wits. After a useless stopover we headed to Kalba where the famous "crabbing area" can be found. During the crabbing season there are...well..lots of crabs crawling around especially at night. You can camp here and take your pick on the juicy shelled crustaceans.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWyXwWGMhhuqNmxkDIbOoP-5tnxZTKXS4Gjg5D4xQT8OoHeuhrGlm7OWcWL4UI9thBIWA0AxaBXR5jn_0o3_nyXtT8vQJuL2Nd6Bbc3gyaatW2kvX4GjbyGEgflSWLCKz21DemLRn5OMs/s1600-h/DSC_6480zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlWyXwWGMhhuqNmxkDIbOoP-5tnxZTKXS4Gjg5D4xQT8OoHeuhrGlm7OWcWL4UI9thBIWA0AxaBXR5jn_0o3_nyXtT8vQJuL2Nd6Bbc3gyaatW2kvX4GjbyGEgflSWLCKz21DemLRn5OMs/s400/DSC_6480zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320337424230354322" border="0" /></a></div></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Crabbing station</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Then we headed home via the rock tunnels that leads us back to <a href="http://nikonyte.blogspot.com/2009/02/hatta-pools-project.html">Hatta</a> and we stopped over for some snaps of the rocky mountain views. And then the highway patrol came and started shouting at us demanding we stop and go back to our cars. What! Can we not take photos of rocks anymore? Whats your say UAE?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrXqh5WtrDr27MfoG_PA-U8ou9FDvDdq2-KoUxFLPFGdnkIgqRdrgGWnydJE4aUwFcNR1Xh02V5Am-Hz2-VxUc1tHhert-QU2E8qKmEheapoNWb9_RzaSr56gJUHvxwHHRM4LUniRe_TF/s1600-h/DSC_6506zz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKrXqh5WtrDr27MfoG_PA-U8ou9FDvDdq2-KoUxFLPFGdnkIgqRdrgGWnydJE4aUwFcNR1Xh02V5Am-Hz2-VxUc1tHhert-QU2E8qKmEheapoNWb9_RzaSr56gJUHvxwHHRM4LUniRe_TF/s400/DSC_6506zz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338016803553090" border="0" /></a>I was taking a leak halfway when i heard the sirens and the megaphones. So i was "done" half empty.<br /><br />We still didn't take our lunch so having chicken on a running car is quite close to having it while on flight.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJmUGj55C14hXXgF0iIdsfg9m9Ksvk5FdwfKmiM9psEgY9ZHCihthM3i-hP2UC7A8edpoIE2U_Gry9H09optjSW4BxmzsEvrQtrM61JqEAmmA2O3NWmPTM-jutDK1LA62QL0_0a0i4yB5/s1600-h/DSC_6513xx.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJmUGj55C14hXXgF0iIdsfg9m9Ksvk5FdwfKmiM9psEgY9ZHCihthM3i-hP2UC7A8edpoIE2U_Gry9H09optjSW4BxmzsEvrQtrM61JqEAmmA2O3NWmPTM-jutDK1LA62QL0_0a0i4yB5/s400/DSC_6513xx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338014606428466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Chicken wings anyone?</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">So for road tripping here on the UAE, if you can go as early as possible you can travel from coast to coast and be back after sundown and have loads of pictures and stories to tell.<br /><br />It was quite an exhilarating experience and with a close call from the police it added up to the spice of the trip.<br /></div><br /></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy0n-ccs0o9yv7PKfO0v1fRzX7jiKf4Ri4SeHedb14EHySt-_vQj_I1c0Z8XbjpQ5vU16fySzpC3Zxy-iP-tf9VuyOVQAh8XAU2VyRnCrym-xHGGOQIEWlkL_qJjonUAyKsaRXfpNq1Wk/s1600-h/fujairah+RT2_800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmy0n-ccs0o9yv7PKfO0v1fRzX7jiKf4Ri4SeHedb14EHySt-_vQj_I1c0Z8XbjpQ5vU16fySzpC3Zxy-iP-tf9VuyOVQAh8XAU2VyRnCrym-xHGGOQIEWlkL_qJjonUAyKsaRXfpNq1Wk/s400/fujairah+RT2_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320338018314931426" border="0" /></a></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-851040084820088232009-03-21T01:21:00.000-07:002009-03-24T07:00:35.092-07:00The Night Owl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMRm5HHSc-4fb2QrzQUdIwU623vsxGyueMaxhSxIAKuSurKjtyJE5rfv_hP2N8rNewG2qigkTl9DTZ_sBsl10TpykeRUfDtGI1FtCCisXVKANj-35vD2R-Jt9nqoifdDMvmWV75-8q_hp/s1600-h/DSC_6125r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiMRm5HHSc-4fb2QrzQUdIwU623vsxGyueMaxhSxIAKuSurKjtyJE5rfv_hP2N8rNewG2qigkTl9DTZ_sBsl10TpykeRUfDtGI1FtCCisXVKANj-35vD2R-Jt9nqoifdDMvmWV75-8q_hp/s400/DSC_6125r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658388511058066" border="0" /></a>Mar 20 2009 Fri<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>It was a late Thursday night, the rush hour traffic plus the fact that it is going to be a weekend proved to be difficult for everybody to get the convoy going to the other side of the Dubai coastline, to the emirate of Fujairah.<br /><br />This was a part of an outdoor trip of a photography group which i was in, and which i was out, and with a little bit of angelic persuasion i was "in" again. lol.<br />Well i wouldn't wanna miss this part.<br />And the fun has just began.<br /><br />We started from Dubai at around 10:30 pm with convoy of close to 40 vehicles ( sedans, 4x4 cruisers, Jeeps, a Hummer and three mini buses).<br />At number three position we obviously <span style="font-weight: bold;">should</span> be the third car on the convoy but guess what, as stubborn as a dust bunny, in 30 minutes we are already miles away from the main group and speeding up into the night with the equally mulish car No. 20 and No.28 close behind us!<br />Talk about male pigheadedness.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Na0KDjI6aODYAvenjFugVjdlxohLktDg3HNasogbLpimyhN92vdd7FKEKpcm3ZXGLaUww_T5f8DSydFkavdjaSRcIQ0HhwGF3nR5Zs4GOS1YPMdKWNfU_T5JKW7uC6T0ewP5LMjG6FF7/s1600-h/DSC_6131r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Na0KDjI6aODYAvenjFugVjdlxohLktDg3HNasogbLpimyhN92vdd7FKEKpcm3ZXGLaUww_T5f8DSydFkavdjaSRcIQ0HhwGF3nR5Zs4GOS1YPMdKWNfU_T5JKW7uC6T0ewP5LMjG6FF7/s400/DSC_6131r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658404026935730" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The Night Owls</span><br /></div><br />In short we got scolded and stopped somewhere at Ras Al Kaimah, ate some superb chicken sandwiches and waited for the convoy to catch up while enjoying the cool night air.<br /><br />The drive to the camping site took more than three hours since the convoy was slow moving. I didn't enjoy the landscape much because it was dark but i know that we are passing by the rocky mountain cliffs carved for the roads we are on.<br /><br />When i smelled the sweet and tangy scent of exposed rocks on a low tide, the algae, the decay of those dead beach critters and salty air I knew we are right on the spot.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn6qTGV_xpjnEyej4ghJgRrVR8KSjfTo97oQL9S-UGtIkOIbvhMUTS4abYMTeq1KF3n0hHBFgkMPVyB4tcXh6x1dkDLByFpHFtWv8Lls24NcI1uSuYsZ8Dbcrg_mArA7zpvduGQjh0pGc/s1600-h/DSC_6448r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn6qTGV_xpjnEyej4ghJgRrVR8KSjfTo97oQL9S-UGtIkOIbvhMUTS4abYMTeq1KF3n0hHBFgkMPVyB4tcXh6x1dkDLByFpHFtWv8Lls24NcI1uSuYsZ8Dbcrg_mArA7zpvduGQjh0pGc/s400/DSC_6448r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316061647800298722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The Habitats</span> (171 seconds) </div><br />Soon tents where brought up and bonfires lit and in no time the place was filled with thick smoke from the grilled pork steaks. Yeah UAE! And "drinkable fluids" too. The <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">papaitan </span>is close to heavenly.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfcdGAnbX9fu_55YQNmwOWF1xupbHH6e_IBMME9aL7kwXk851-MWJ9m-99ZavMPV8GrM4ledGosuynKt_q1P9jEAm6Rc6iSUfXlgslPW36bSrz2vZg0MqGzMPeWIt07qtwnlbC7F9u2jj/s1600-h/DSC_6443_filteredr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtfcdGAnbX9fu_55YQNmwOWF1xupbHH6e_IBMME9aL7kwXk851-MWJ9m-99ZavMPV8GrM4ledGosuynKt_q1P9jEAm6Rc6iSUfXlgslPW36bSrz2vZg0MqGzMPeWIt07qtwnlbC7F9u2jj/s400/DSC_6443_filteredr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315683460935222674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Moonshine</span> (310 seconds) </div><br />The glare of Dubai's city lights are absent on this remote area, it was close to pitch black and VLE or very long exposure shots are a good way to test wether your rig can handle "amp noise" very well. But its too dark that I cant lock focus so going manual on hyperfocal distance method is necessary.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsP7Gz-eJRikGvVj10KJNnvi0Fy8xXl4DFvY3AE0JM7SNg9oNMHLh7r_8XmXPoFUys9c8OnHnGNWnKlu3WiSNHRa3z-jzS2FIa_EnTRrY-CAKDpiFGfpyZbXk8-h7W1X5l7eMJQ6WPa345/s1600-h/DSC_6444_IRr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsP7Gz-eJRikGvVj10KJNnvi0Fy8xXl4DFvY3AE0JM7SNg9oNMHLh7r_8XmXPoFUys9c8OnHnGNWnKlu3WiSNHRa3z-jzS2FIa_EnTRrY-CAKDpiFGfpyZbXk8-h7W1X5l7eMJQ6WPa345/s400/DSC_6444_IRr.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658404255917474" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Starlines over Fujairah</span> (372.8 seconds) </div><br />The D40 did quite well on 300+ seconds and i think i can even go further without problems.<br />Well, shame on the higher pixel Nikons. Lets see if you can beat D40 on VLE's.<br />A warning though: Turn off the noise reduction function!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMgfcTuzAffV4QIUqvuVrTRJRJuF8c-uOzbusoEmXiTrnskTX6EWl5W5DA9A8bgEjJ__tmqifURrmC_nRWoITxmn61LfW46xXC5jC0ssrmNU0KbvK_AYhS_asxSvS67O1BpIyf9HG9T1o/s1600-h/DSC_6441r_filtered.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAMgfcTuzAffV4QIUqvuVrTRJRJuF8c-uOzbusoEmXiTrnskTX6EWl5W5DA9A8bgEjJ__tmqifURrmC_nRWoITxmn61LfW46xXC5jC0ssrmNU0KbvK_AYhS_asxSvS67O1BpIyf9HG9T1o/s400/DSC_6441r_filtered.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315658404483463330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Stars and clouds</span> (261 seconds)<br /><br /></div>If you examine closely the stars are blurred in a concentric way. This means that the earth is rotating. I was so sleepy i couldn't get anymore of this.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5Elb7yJVpbZoKxCZEIagxxpcWR_Jup9JUHyBOw89yCIVb_fCo18y8ATnKm3xKCd8gzCylU31CE48GlJJ9s_mcB4ukH-NqZI2W62KpJawyTioSqqjsoB1j5d78pPnCgJwoi6AwWB7BFVW/s1600-h/DSC_6447r.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga5Elb7yJVpbZoKxCZEIagxxpcWR_Jup9JUHyBOw89yCIVb_fCo18y8ATnKm3xKCd8gzCylU31CE48GlJJ9s_mcB4ukH-NqZI2W62KpJawyTioSqqjsoB1j5d78pPnCgJwoi6AwWB7BFVW/s400/DSC_6447r.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316060664840501698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">View from inside the Habitat</span> (171 seconds) </div><br />A few glasses of scotch made me dizzy at almost 4 am and decided to have an hour of sleep before sunrise.<br /><br />I would soon realize that the lack of sleep and some scotch on the bloodstream and then hitting the sack very late is not a very good idea if you want to catch some early morning action.<br /><br />Next: <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Road Trip.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvmCr9Y5Vw0vXV4WWYAEpeK9vwCYV0SZNYsFH2uWGPfgv2vC0emYlO-H_Tl8kV0AgYwfj7DHGs56ho2fHdoiVs_D3G4WoL1bJ65my-7ou910ygmUBmt67iHJ02JNNft8fs8bsNtj-0abh/s1600-h/fujairah+RT2_800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpvmCr9Y5Vw0vXV4WWYAEpeK9vwCYV0SZNYsFH2uWGPfgv2vC0emYlO-H_Tl8kV0AgYwfj7DHGs56ho2fHdoiVs_D3G4WoL1bJ65my-7ou910ygmUBmt67iHJ02JNNft8fs8bsNtj-0abh/s400/fujairah+RT2_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316384842705359362" border="0" /></a>Route (<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">green line</span>)<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-51262098759665589812009-03-12T11:44:00.000-07:002009-03-12T14:23:39.798-07:00Anything For The Sake of Photography<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8WxJal9iUMIe4ZBGlhYPPMm86M-f4AvJG4QdKCmBgAxFnMgRn1SV4XVtB9jKRlzF9Mf7wWd49H7lcvT9TyD-OGj1_zipfd5c4xPw2ln_2ADfkQVvcAA6zylG5yAu41yt7v0oiC58Nqy2/s1600-h/DSC_5330_res2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL8WxJal9iUMIe4ZBGlhYPPMm86M-f4AvJG4QdKCmBgAxFnMgRn1SV4XVtB9jKRlzF9Mf7wWd49H7lcvT9TyD-OGj1_zipfd5c4xPw2ln_2ADfkQVvcAA6zylG5yAu41yt7v0oiC58Nqy2/s400/DSC_5330_res2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312381863538138546" border="0" /></a>Feb 13 2009 Fri<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The illegal SD Cards<br /><br /></span>Today (Fri 13 09) marks the "monthsary" of our infamous early morning photo shoot here in Dubai in search for camels that nearly landed as a disaster...being fined and jailed.<br /><br />Everybody in the Emirate must catch a glimpse of these amazing beasts of the desert. The animals which are highly prized here can be found on the outskirts of the city wandering inside fenced areas but to get close to one there is a place called <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">Nad Al Sheba</span> Camel Race Track which i think is worth the visit.<br /><br />So why post a picture of SD Cards? Here's the whole story.<br /><br />It was one cold and dark Fri morning 13th of Feb 2009 when we started off to Nad Al Sheba for camel hunting. Brimming with photo gears we were full of high hopes that by the end of the day we will have our memory cards full of camel pictures.<br />The other car was late so we on the first car, decided to go ahead and find the spot early on. It was still dark and since we don't know the exact location we just followed road signs.<br />Nad Al Sheba was not hard to find because it is quite close to the city but the camel race track proved to be quite difficult to locate.<br /><br />I remember going there three years ago and the route now seems to have changed. So we just followed every road that we think will lead to the camels for quite sometime. Frustrated that it seemed we couldnt find the place we opted to go to the desert sand dunes of Um Al Qwain.<br />But luck guided us to a road with a sign that can be graphicaly read clearly as "Camel".<br /><br />Excited we shouted "<span style="font-weight: bold;">camels ahead</span>!" and shortly after a few more signs we came to a big gate with a guard on a small shack.<br />We stopped and the guard approached our car.<br />"Where are the camels?" we asked.<br />He gestured inside the gate. So we said we want to go inside and he answered OK and gave us a logbook to register.<br /><br />So off we went inside and lo and behold! Camels! We are finally inside the camel race track.<br />This is the place where they train those million Dirham racing camels. Second only to horses in terms of racing tradition.<br />Lines of camels trot with their jockeys and trainers. It was a wonderful sight to see. We wasted no time and quickly got down from the car and started shooting on all angles.<br /><br />One thing to remember though, the camels get upset when you approach them real close so caution is exercised. We then followed them to the racing pens where they where whipped and shouted at by their trainers as the camels were told to sit.<br />The trainers didn't seemed to mind us and they even gestured for us to go closer to take photos.<br /><br />And then more batches of camels followed inside the racing pens. They were all lined up sitting with their respective jockeys.<br /><br />It was just pure snapping pleasure for us.<br /><br />When the morning got lighter more camels came and by this time the other car was on the way trying to find our spot. Late!<br /><br />We had enough of camels already so we decided to meet them halfway to guide them back inside.<br /><br />After a brief coffee and breakfast we had the other car back by the gate and did the same registration process with the guard.<br /><br />There was a big walled compound with a large gate that attracted our attention. It was the <span style="font-weight: bold;">camel stables</span>! We didn't dare to go close but camel shepherds gestured us inside and they want us the ride the camels!<br /><br />For free! who wouldn't want that?<br /><br />I decided that the only the girls will ride ( the powerfpuff trio) and so they mounted and rode and we snapped photos all the way. It was fun!<br /><br />A few minutes later they dismounted and we gave thanks to the shepherds and planned to go back at the racing fences.<br />But as we got out the gate a white Toyota Landcruiser just arrived and out are two Emarati Arabs. We greeted them good morning and they greeted us back and asked:<br /><br />"Who told you to come inside?"<br />"Who told you to take photos?"<br /><br />very sternly and they were not smiling at all.<br /><br />Everyone on our group ( there were eight of us, six were with cameras) suddenly fell silent looking at each other with blank expressions.<br /><br />We tried to reason out but it seems we were told we are on private property and we are trespassing and taking photos illegally.<br /><br />We realized that we were on a racing stable after all and two of our girls just rode a very expensive racing camel.<br /><br />We were then told to go outside the main entrance and wait for the manager to come.<br />They followed us there and took all our cameras ( all DSLRS), put them inside the white Landcruiser and waited for the manager.<br /><br />The situation isn't fun anymore. We are in deep shit.<br /><br />The manager came riding a small four wheeled drive ATV (all terrain vehicle). Probably chinese made.<br />His name is Ahmed. And not happy at all.<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><br />"What is this?"<br />"Who told you to take photos?"<br />"Who told you to come inside?"<br />"How did you find this place?"<br />"Which company are you working from?"<br />etc...<br /><br />came the barrage of question after question.<br /><br />We tried to explain that the guard at the gate allowed us in and we are just taking photos for photography class and other lame excuses we can muster.<br /><br />But Ahmed wouldn't have none of that.<br /><br />"This is private property and you are trespassing and the penalty is a two year jail term!"<br />"This is a company and you just dont walk straight in here!"<br /><br />Two years! Good gracious!<br /><br />Ahmed had the guard replace the post immediately and inspected all our cameras.<br />He browsed the photos and when he saw the picture of the girls riding camels he almost freaked out.<br /><br />I can almost hear him scream <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">"that is a very expensive racing camel you just rode you idiots!"</span><br /><br />He made us format some of the SD cards but some he just took without deleting. A sort of evidence to be discussed at the board meeting.<br /><br />They took our work permits, our telephone numbers, had them photocopied and told us that they will call us after a few days for the decision.<br /><br />Some of us were scared shit!<br /><br />Lots of discussion followed and finally we were allowed to go home.<br /><br />We went home shaken and lost all appetite to shoot some more pictures. After all we don't have any spare memory cards at hand.<br /><br />Back at the city we had coffee and talked about our fate.<br /><br />After a few days we phoned Ahmed but he's just ignoring our calls. We lost all hope to get back our memory cards.<br /><br />More than two weeks has passed and our fear of being penalized and jailed had subsided so one of us decided to go to him and confront him personally.<br /><br />To make the story short we got back our memory cards, formatted and promised never to tresspass again.<br /><br />"Ahmed which company is this you say?" he was asked.<br /><br />"<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">This is not just a company. This is the Sheiks' Palace.</span>" was his prompt answer.<br /><br />We just trespassed on His Highness' private property.<br /><br />Anything for the sake photography.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTr_Uy1zppwb5QfLg5MWq6ayw97lwP1a6JP6iWoY3srktUPYa_0Mh7uyvbKnDBVaHuZxjd4bBPmqa_4OQABzKVCjuUzcaV9r0Zz-pUKKoXMTOBWDHIHtt9OBQqKqLwVUXYmAv37euot9jL/s1600-h/DSC_7013_res.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTr_Uy1zppwb5QfLg5MWq6ayw97lwP1a6JP6iWoY3srktUPYa_0Mh7uyvbKnDBVaHuZxjd4bBPmqa_4OQABzKVCjuUzcaV9r0Zz-pUKKoXMTOBWDHIHtt9OBQqKqLwVUXYmAv37euot9jL/s400/DSC_7013_res.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312408975230100514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" >photo taken at Nad Al Sheba at 2006</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-56509781461459672202009-03-08T06:29:00.001-07:002009-03-16T10:45:07.543-07:00Cotton Waters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mHpIR8Flk4QV_4RfaCCXu0PdNgi_ZA1fLIpDDuBCrvqxMMPQkT5e1FVu5RYsVFwPEEKjhi_YzfVWpGJP8rLNU6vhc6dZetUaqCwLztHlIba1c-4htIRTjp3c-gl3unZqGqGcrnrazF6j/s1600-h/DSC_5599_III_NV.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mHpIR8Flk4QV_4RfaCCXu0PdNgi_ZA1fLIpDDuBCrvqxMMPQkT5e1FVu5RYsVFwPEEKjhi_YzfVWpGJP8rLNU6vhc6dZetUaqCwLztHlIba1c-4htIRTjp3c-gl3unZqGqGcrnrazF6j/s400/DSC_5599_III_NV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313842758376251842" border="0" /></a><br />March 07 2009 Sat 6:40 p.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The River that flows<br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yay!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"> </span>My first long exposure on moving waters without using any ND filters at all! Um yadah yadah!<br />You may ask whats so special about that? Well for starters, GOODLUCK on finding these things on DUBAI where there are no flowing bodies of water like what we see back home and to find these things you have to explore the outlying mountains and borders and only God knows where to find it.<br /><br />Much to my delight when i found this on one of the beaches here. Yep it's still man made but the rocks are not. But it gave me something to practice on.<br /><br />But I dont have any freakin' ND filters.<br /><br />Solution is to wait for the sun to set and when your meter reads less than 1 second on Aperture Priority, go for it!<br /><br />The only drawback without the ND is the very limited time window. Too dark and it becomes too long and the water too smooth. And no more light from the sun to give that vibrance on the rocks.<br /><br />Well at least i got my cotton waters.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-13881417303975306402009-03-01T07:43:00.000-08:002009-03-01T10:55:54.614-08:00Deira Fish Market<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_WCd2j4RdbNQcnxNDTg6OdZ2Wde6LT1E5_Tqb6sv46MPBJgaB9VqiOgnM-HGBOStoKpGQcA49J0VFvMDhraEYBkOkhyphenhyphengsgpPzr9j1IytqQHXazx5H9567GO6NsZQ9uY748MJBCST-8Ly/s1600-h/DSC_4003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_WCd2j4RdbNQcnxNDTg6OdZ2Wde6LT1E5_Tqb6sv46MPBJgaB9VqiOgnM-HGBOStoKpGQcA49J0VFvMDhraEYBkOkhyphenhyphengsgpPzr9j1IytqQHXazx5H9567GO6NsZQ9uY748MJBCST-8Ly/s400/DSC_4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308254979611326514" border="0" /></a>Feb 06 2009 Fri 5:30 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">A Tale of Tails</span><br /><br />The fish market on Shindaga Tunnel is one of the busiest places on Dubai during the wee hours of the morning.<br />While the rest are all asleep from an all night party, or from any popular Thursday night vice, the atmosphere here is quite the opposite.<br />Fish traders, vendors and hagglers flock the fish stalls all hoping to have a good deal from the freshest catch in town.<br /><br />Well, as you know the "fresh catch on the Thursday night" on the other side where the light is red is quite stale by now. haha<br /><br />Ummm, kidding aside the place reminded me of the fish market of General Santos City with the exception of the hulking tunas and other gigantic gilled ( is there such a word?) and finned creatures. I have to admit, Deira fish market lags far behind by comparison.<br />But the place still proved to be interesting enough for the weekend enthusiast snapper (no not the red one) wanting to catch something fresh and smelly.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBWlBMXqHxQLJrBqZp2epeIiDTD15Z4HBglXe0BZ1KzI8gSp3L59k_gWT-ukgEWG9Ooy7JL4O5-RrxTyYFs4XBky0C27xXO7_2wDN1xYcClCuxufuaefLM5zKKVgmet0Vjaw_e8J_0fGq/s1600-h/DSC_4037.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBWlBMXqHxQLJrBqZp2epeIiDTD15Z4HBglXe0BZ1KzI8gSp3L59k_gWT-ukgEWG9Ooy7JL4O5-RrxTyYFs4XBky0C27xXO7_2wDN1xYcClCuxufuaefLM5zKKVgmet0Vjaw_e8J_0fGq/s400/DSC_4037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308267752233537570" border="0" /></a><br />A typical scene. The action is just starting. Lots of activity around by the time we arrived.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiK56fyzIZj8bGc_iMMnTVmIsoxcJLqKi2sAdU1vC__EmBotLlLz5EVRo3u8vesXRy2WG5jnqY78ZXFeK_lFqBDq_FacQf_sHtQleYQ-2mU-g7M2wx6UtNQYdXbXh_7pGaTvRPw8yP401h/s1600-h/DSC_3991.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiK56fyzIZj8bGc_iMMnTVmIsoxcJLqKi2sAdU1vC__EmBotLlLz5EVRo3u8vesXRy2WG5jnqY78ZXFeK_lFqBDq_FacQf_sHtQleYQ-2mU-g7M2wx6UtNQYdXbXh_7pGaTvRPw8yP401h/s400/DSC_3991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308268755212781282" border="0" /></a><br />The gapping mouth of a very fresh brown spotted grouper known locally as Hammour. Probably the most popular and favorite fish among the locals and some expats. We call it "lapu lapu"<br />Most Pinoys still prefer the tilapia and galunggong. hehe<br />IMO, i buy one of these from good deals whenever i find one, since i cant afford to eat this luxury back home. But here, this is ordinary mans food.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPL74AYbsQXk78FLyjU8pyWnnWOcGNEAlnrxlhMsSCPbP-xk9TcfMPd-8KODDtxTtVTogah1yTLcan5ybE3WiPIDgkuT1IvMT738vUrN9XEGDeMDiW8PtmNjpvAgxlkLPXHa7alCcwWWGl/s1600-h/DSC_4016.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPL74AYbsQXk78FLyjU8pyWnnWOcGNEAlnrxlhMsSCPbP-xk9TcfMPd-8KODDtxTtVTogah1yTLcan5ybE3WiPIDgkuT1IvMT738vUrN9XEGDeMDiW8PtmNjpvAgxlkLPXHa7alCcwWWGl/s400/DSC_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308270398162701906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">The Butcher</span><br /><br />Retails for the small time buyer. You can get the fish cleaned and sliced too. Thats a juicy piece of King Fish or Tangigue as we call it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgLzP1fHQ-QFIMGjNMpdkqwvWwH2aX8ajBdwrzHMOIsIE5rIgWmTfskTI0fwsCEqwp_H17BkO9FPMDJ50A3QjsnPWMLrtN_rMckV2gYAS8EmZQC1GgPI1LEDhtpkfwsH_fIdCX2wkge8F/s1600-h/DSC_4026.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgLzP1fHQ-QFIMGjNMpdkqwvWwH2aX8ajBdwrzHMOIsIE5rIgWmTfskTI0fwsCEqwp_H17BkO9FPMDJ50A3QjsnPWMLrtN_rMckV2gYAS8EmZQC1GgPI1LEDhtpkfwsH_fIdCX2wkge8F/s400/DSC_4026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308271547681214562" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">A barrowful of tuna.</span><br /><br />Fortunately the vendors are very accommodating when you try to photograph them. They don't complain and they even stop to pose for a shot.<br />When we said we are from the local newspaper, they gleefully complied for shots hoping to have their faces on the local paper by tomorrow. haha<br />But it will make our shot look like a "friendster shot" not that these people have friendster accounts, so we asked them to just go on with their work as we try to compose a frame.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd2Kr5RApX2Lu1y5KL7c4nDqaR4WFuUnvM9BxJWZyZdDYNHLxFj-IOw8fZlul3fSLJoLV16sYF-nhh6K4S0q0rSWkJJx10-7GlpdHaiIkvSFSMkfj9ZAHlyyNcF8DPtey71PMAdMIxvFm/s1600-h/DSC_4081.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYd2Kr5RApX2Lu1y5KL7c4nDqaR4WFuUnvM9BxJWZyZdDYNHLxFj-IOw8fZlul3fSLJoLV16sYF-nhh6K4S0q0rSWkJJx10-7GlpdHaiIkvSFSMkfj9ZAHlyyNcF8DPtey71PMAdMIxvFm/s400/DSC_4081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273174168400818" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The scene outside the stalls are more interesting than what's inside. Here is where the real action is.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbiSxet5Wlg7YQjciXJNx_W6UwEhQQWww1siptNrcA2cZG4VcxqFDW1bOb7_j9iPeROovW0Z1U0z4trVNNWL0a1L-30XJB0L3UzW_7pzDKFXdpIYEMModtVvMY244zMH66iLg6Et7f2oX/s1600-h/DSC_4059.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbiSxet5Wlg7YQjciXJNx_W6UwEhQQWww1siptNrcA2cZG4VcxqFDW1bOb7_j9iPeROovW0Z1U0z4trVNNWL0a1L-30XJB0L3UzW_7pzDKFXdpIYEMModtVvMY244zMH66iLg6Et7f2oX/s400/DSC_4059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308276179957844370" border="0" /></a><br />A man ponders on Barracudas.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKZOQGEtZV0YJOkDep3ch-IP0zeAM_JhHmZCxfp9Hi6R_rNZH_9U-ayjTxgFgF3gWdBm3yfJ6EB-XKW3OkZ-EHioDGkDL3qLT4lZiG8b6fU31rqIVyIaM2bx1S10TDLezmZrU9rybAapD/s1600-h/DSC_4089.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKZOQGEtZV0YJOkDep3ch-IP0zeAM_JhHmZCxfp9Hi6R_rNZH_9U-ayjTxgFgF3gWdBm3yfJ6EB-XKW3OkZ-EHioDGkDL3qLT4lZiG8b6fU31rqIVyIaM2bx1S10TDLezmZrU9rybAapD/s400/DSC_4089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308274812467691874" border="0" /></a><br />A large guitar fish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgV2SDUYZ-qMUaaWybIodFCImmi5iluiUyNk2BhFceDY15XsvXVWg_INSs0VuN3E9Sh3d6EkzN8ejvh_CQsLBnv_BN-MnAT3nbcy66MTdT0rugBcFpoQTlJD4Q_Z0cD1tyt4pTMCAlk30/s1600-h/DSC_4060.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgV2SDUYZ-qMUaaWybIodFCImmi5iluiUyNk2BhFceDY15XsvXVWg_INSs0VuN3E9Sh3d6EkzN8ejvh_CQsLBnv_BN-MnAT3nbcy66MTdT0rugBcFpoQTlJD4Q_Z0cD1tyt4pTMCAlk30/s400/DSC_4060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308277122074611714" border="0" /></a><br />Small sharks lined up waiting to be bought. The story behind is really quite gloomy for the sharks. As Dubai as no current legislation for catching sharks, it has been estimated that close to a hundred thousand sharks are caught every year on the gulf waters. Some of the catch come from the neighboring Oman.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oMG6n8BDjdrZ51_vvIoDHPmPrbxgSjtrtumdyL39CMqh-eXx1EbZOnf5nZ2k9_PSYI6jC-9q-z01U_eu5ih-TKpJ2331_7-pUb0XehuVKmF6_u9IEOTzjsT_YOABhChVfzQWdI6R2Hqj/s1600-h/DSC_4084.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-oMG6n8BDjdrZ51_vvIoDHPmPrbxgSjtrtumdyL39CMqh-eXx1EbZOnf5nZ2k9_PSYI6jC-9q-z01U_eu5ih-TKpJ2331_7-pUb0XehuVKmF6_u9IEOTzjsT_YOABhChVfzQWdI6R2Hqj/s400/DSC_4084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308278265271419522" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Illegal</span><br /><br />Another big catch. A really gruesome scene. I dont know the specie. Im no shark expert but it looks like a blacktip shark.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqB2KOslwk9Cjvpy9ZY2QJdW2kSACilN5FRXylfh0okE7X6i1GUNH39MAyxDlFM8hObrmt71BlJOjpiw7LbXDOIifSdDoEzDC69SX5yKJcxRzGFuxG7F1bVh6UGIdd7Vp6LyH8AsCfpd7Y/s1600-h/DSC_4085.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqB2KOslwk9Cjvpy9ZY2QJdW2kSACilN5FRXylfh0okE7X6i1GUNH39MAyxDlFM8hObrmt71BlJOjpiw7LbXDOIifSdDoEzDC69SX5yKJcxRzGFuxG7F1bVh6UGIdd7Vp6LyH8AsCfpd7Y/s400/DSC_4085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308281665013070690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Jaws</span><br /><br />Sharks are the top predator on the marine food chain. And they sort of clean up the sea as well by feeding on dead fish. But they are just defenseless prey for humans. Sharks are killed for their fins which sells for a hefty price for the right buyer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavga3JADrzXBtVDoeULK3RA-TrwaGGOgmIIY4GXgW-Dxu4sljOON0LS3q5Ws9XYP7htpTIFQPJzbPIvsI0ygCc9kJ1t7iRq_mk6Wwine1EqJ5K3azJk17hT1riBIcs3s1ktC9d_51l-B7/s1600-h/DSC_d404222.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhavga3JADrzXBtVDoeULK3RA-TrwaGGOgmIIY4GXgW-Dxu4sljOON0LS3q5Ws9XYP7htpTIFQPJzbPIvsI0ygCc9kJ1t7iRq_mk6Wwine1EqJ5K3azJk17hT1riBIcs3s1ktC9d_51l-B7/s400/DSC_d404222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308283589217861714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Up close and personal</span> (photo courtesy of edouard)<br /><br />No i don't promote killing of sharks but i cant miss the opportunity of having my mugshot taken beside one. This one is big enough to chew my head off.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_4jvi9ho8pjydJaDlh2YZY7i6-d2ZVGIrazPwkK8rVDtidtoh-nXlVxkzpMiMOJWk3f_tUPIcp75f2S5J3gLuzzIBe0SxEVCng291_Ixey9YexrZkQc6zBQPaH3mYHsGN6QTLCGqALmE/s1600-h/DSC_4130.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy_4jvi9ho8pjydJaDlh2YZY7i6-d2ZVGIrazPwkK8rVDtidtoh-nXlVxkzpMiMOJWk3f_tUPIcp75f2S5J3gLuzzIBe0SxEVCng291_Ixey9YexrZkQc6zBQPaH3mYHsGN6QTLCGqALmE/s400/DSC_4130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308284606592567938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Tilted horizon</span> (Sorry i forgot the rules)<br /><br />As the morning lightens up, stocks of fish are brought out from the storage tanks.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUFCBgrpkZ1Z5F_Uc3Oc3HjduaFVDPPCPuluk5Np452jdZYE6oSxcFBfZsiX6wnknZ-5nGjCmlclWKmiogIREaD_uWeV2xVf1zxSEnDzhrN8LgbX3-hJFLtHQbJPVJkyqZyNgJMdO6bzl/s1600-h/DSC_4139.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUFCBgrpkZ1Z5F_Uc3Oc3HjduaFVDPPCPuluk5Np452jdZYE6oSxcFBfZsiX6wnknZ-5nGjCmlclWKmiogIREaD_uWeV2xVf1zxSEnDzhrN8LgbX3-hJFLtHQbJPVJkyqZyNgJMdO6bzl/s400/DSC_4139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308286163250098434" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">My fish are blurred</span> ( sorry again, i only meant to depict action)<br /><br />As the new day begins, my shoot ends here. I smell of fish by now.<br /><br /><br />We headed for the nearby souks<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNakNYpT_fXIpAOiV0rgH5NfnAeWg_oLpGffjeSGdThAdo0LVlYhp4EuyNVWgY9GZqx5itKYVsiqqolgSkYiSs1HBSmRXMlTHL3F7qWq0q8CNXdPXai_em0NVKfrcM4SktgqbRjwkiRgz/s1600-h/DSC_4225.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNakNYpT_fXIpAOiV0rgH5NfnAeWg_oLpGffjeSGdThAdo0LVlYhp4EuyNVWgY9GZqx5itKYVsiqqolgSkYiSs1HBSmRXMlTHL3F7qWq0q8CNXdPXai_em0NVKfrcM4SktgqbRjwkiRgz/s400/DSC_4225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287127975851218" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The nearby Gold Souk.</span><br /><br />but Its too early for gold. The shops are still closed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1t9bGDNsaY_jViLai5dpl8aGX-YsruU6JfaXQ1AhUPih0YnVG9zTJbRY3OiqLUYWdca6urCbbWKbko2xT300liEJfSXnZ1VYU31ayJGS2LivRQ44Voq7Xd5tAPOzTAnHBsDsXyBZDQNKK/s1600-h/DSC_4236.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1t9bGDNsaY_jViLai5dpl8aGX-YsruU6JfaXQ1AhUPih0YnVG9zTJbRY3OiqLUYWdca6urCbbWKbko2xT300liEJfSXnZ1VYU31ayJGS2LivRQ44Voq7Xd5tAPOzTAnHBsDsXyBZDQNKK/s400/DSC_4236.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308288187129776866" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Yc7zOsIY4ZhYChRdVQdlRjOl3_xsMdZDwzH1MUqGlMkea6pYec6n00-invuvGidgOpCmTlUZ8hwRV5ozCKFm-q4uNLQsqx9HhN13Z_K1OT8t9pj6PmLY77_ErpNzleK2m_SslBH8ayBh/s1600-h/DSC_4223.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Yc7zOsIY4ZhYChRdVQdlRjOl3_xsMdZDwzH1MUqGlMkea6pYec6n00-invuvGidgOpCmTlUZ8hwRV5ozCKFm-q4uNLQsqx9HhN13Z_K1OT8t9pj6PmLY77_ErpNzleK2m_SslBH8ayBh/s400/DSC_4223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289285412124722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Made in Pakistan</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopez0cQ6WSYkXgf13v_uFeUdDBwqwuGEMSJ1dBKfZDVt3oqwx40GTPt-bBgmmTnJyXgam-LfD7EPMS-h1-0YxW7c_x0spL4_M5MWvhBVQKJ3tf8FYk7r8kg4_4tm4R08oNiTbtpJPh2U5/s1600-h/pp+DSC_4210.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopez0cQ6WSYkXgf13v_uFeUdDBwqwuGEMSJ1dBKfZDVt3oqwx40GTPt-bBgmmTnJyXgam-LfD7EPMS-h1-0YxW7c_x0spL4_M5MWvhBVQKJ3tf8FYk7r8kg4_4tm4R08oNiTbtpJPh2U5/s400/pp+DSC_4210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289538491621618" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Urban Decay</span><br /><br />We passed by some ruins and saw a potential spot for another outdoor fashion shoot hehe.<br />But it gave me another idea somehow.<br />There is an abundance of colors, textures and shadows on that place.<br />If you only know where to look.<br /><br />Definitely i will be going back to this place again....Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-73490386049498419022009-02-19T23:19:00.000-08:002009-02-20T09:34:44.969-08:00The Hatta Pools Project<div style="text-align: center;">The Hatta trip was born out of the need to have a fashion shoot. And so in just a few days time, a plan was hatched. An outdoor fashion shoot on the rocky pools of Hatta. And how rocky it was!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Jan 30 09 6:00 a.m<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">A Foggy Morning</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"> and a pee break</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-7SKxB5HWAlC1Sol8KKI5wPytb5n3JKDvOdQJE7wmv6LrTRqTDfp1pSxlER28gzAbZ4F2WmmQ5xNpnUbM-ikH9cKmcf2HPAWKAi3WO6jW_5-hDZxETTXFz9iuKsFL-6Pd_luPAStkAGV/s1600-h/DSC_3626_filtered.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw-7SKxB5HWAlC1Sol8KKI5wPytb5n3JKDvOdQJE7wmv6LrTRqTDfp1pSxlER28gzAbZ4F2WmmQ5xNpnUbM-ikH9cKmcf2HPAWKAi3WO6jW_5-hDZxETTXFz9iuKsFL-6Pd_luPAStkAGV/s400/DSC_3626_filtered.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304778624339504930" border="0" /></a>We chose Hatta since we haven't been there and it was a popular place for many outdoor photographers. The weather was quite cool at this time of the year.<br /><br />Hatta is on the northern part of the emirates about 100km drive from Dubai. It is nestled among the Hajjar mountains which borders the Sultanate of Oman. The elevation is quite high compared to Dubai hence the milder climate of Hatta attracts tourists and residents during the hot summer months. The ancient village dates back four centuries ago and is now a historical site with its watch towers, mud huts, mosques and a traditional water supply system called the Falaj.<br /><br />We hit the road early at 5:30 a.m and was greeted by a very thick morning fog that slowed us down.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">7:00 a.m<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Lost</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkujFT1FsMpR9Mv6GzsDd7g5mYYWiiTqOFQuEb-_DCEn36jGVI_XhB9ZakIeFMdvKlvK3PBdGL8t5MT4EG1WgCIOy5O7VTNAEY-0TexWuN-QlOvgGWeSyEcsi0IJb8zBPLddrah1rb1jDV/s1600-h/DSC_3645.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkujFT1FsMpR9Mv6GzsDd7g5mYYWiiTqOFQuEb-_DCEn36jGVI_XhB9ZakIeFMdvKlvK3PBdGL8t5MT4EG1WgCIOy5O7VTNAEY-0TexWuN-QlOvgGWeSyEcsi0IJb8zBPLddrah1rb1jDV/s400/DSC_3645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304792356704734994" border="0" /></a> The fact that the visibility was so low we missed our directions since we couldn't see a single road sign, we found ourselves heading to Al Ain, a part of the capital Abu Dhabi.<br /><br />7:15 a.m<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Sunrise</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-bCINJhplgLcjmyOQ54TJH7u6ztQIdKkfQnJjXhK8KPJ6GdcvmmN_Se62jIQ1u7ggJ5L2uC9dTr5RtXVVhdPSQyPr2pWzgg6baF6d4WTUCBpxM_EXDlstu3M5alu4ymo2D0RQHHcPKWo/s1600-h/DSC_3653.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 176px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-bCINJhplgLcjmyOQ54TJH7u6ztQIdKkfQnJjXhK8KPJ6GdcvmmN_Se62jIQ1u7ggJ5L2uC9dTr5RtXVVhdPSQyPr2pWzgg6baF6d4WTUCBpxM_EXDlstu3M5alu4ymo2D0RQHHcPKWo/s400/DSC_3653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304807319437262322" border="0" /></a>After a few questions asked and countless roundabouts we are finally on the Dubai-Hatta road.<br />Sunrise was not that spectacular viewed inside a running car and fog has already dissipated. We stopped for a brief shoot.<br /><br />7:30 a.m<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hatta</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNJI11vSdQNtjcj5JkmJowlLexUUL5G8IfjZsWtPm9AwS_OCpE7H_mwVunT2FkWfJLwt-_qaeNbJk4b7ORxpoi0EhBPN2P7TOTxX-6bTV0jO-ohOV40P6PgdxbVw8OgC80lBSGN6tt9yL/s1600-h/DSC_3682_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLNJI11vSdQNtjcj5JkmJowlLexUUL5G8IfjZsWtPm9AwS_OCpE7H_mwVunT2FkWfJLwt-_qaeNbJk4b7ORxpoi0EhBPN2P7TOTxX-6bTV0jO-ohOV40P6PgdxbVw8OgC80lBSGN6tt9yL/s400/DSC_3682_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304812180625275346" border="0" /></a>We reached Hatta proper by 7:30 and was met by a promising sky.<br /><br />7:40 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">To the Hatta Pools</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPowxveDR_roD23tBkXUWulo3rV3AlmflHF4N7OOedg4ROGrX71yDu6kGOyPtbQVi2-36svOfyK2tHNuSL8zDgipiWGnY6jMJ4aGMXznYvz2i96w1_c-U4WH62jcm3KHdwmIIpmueUIP2m/s1600-h/morning_sc_800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPowxveDR_roD23tBkXUWulo3rV3AlmflHF4N7OOedg4ROGrX71yDu6kGOyPtbQVi2-36svOfyK2tHNuSL8zDgipiWGnY6jMJ4aGMXznYvz2i96w1_c-U4WH62jcm3KHdwmIIpmueUIP2m/s400/morning_sc_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304822143246727874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzUoW6E6V1ENIFvqLe1NOcZlA91vIsn2gGeypurKg218JGhnENL4izSz1DMWOGZ_C263U0kVodH3wH8VUTC2v-TvpRLXpuXT2VsWqw7gSQO0jFE5yXNIaX46mzJTrrvAvnPRikuPHd31z/s1600-h/morning_prt_800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUzUoW6E6V1ENIFvqLe1NOcZlA91vIsn2gGeypurKg218JGhnENL4izSz1DMWOGZ_C263U0kVodH3wH8VUTC2v-TvpRLXpuXT2VsWqw7gSQO0jFE5yXNIaX46mzJTrrvAvnPRikuPHd31z/s400/morning_prt_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304824330836120850" border="0" /></a>We stopped for a quick look at the map going to the Hatta Pools. While they were busy, i ran down a dry river bed and took lower POV for these rocks.<br /><br />7:45 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Hatta Fort</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZ_dnYEAkxO_YExIJ0UpCgJLc4HQEKcmBZ5Oe_Okp_gf6mXVH8hLYpDI2znbSUZhRr2i08nQU11lqiH6GgA0KKrV6J9tTWsLav_l3eY6RFl7PxsvWNycC5T-owC8RFN-KR-9lhaRiLPRj/s1600-h/DSC_3708_filtered.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 208px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXZ_dnYEAkxO_YExIJ0UpCgJLc4HQEKcmBZ5Oe_Okp_gf6mXVH8hLYpDI2znbSUZhRr2i08nQU11lqiH6GgA0KKrV6J9tTWsLav_l3eY6RFl7PxsvWNycC5T-owC8RFN-KR-9lhaRiLPRj/s400/DSC_3708_filtered.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304796232571929554" border="0" /></a>Situated on a hilltop, Hatta Fort is one of the most prominent landmarks , an eighteenth century military tower.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We asked for some directions from somebody who said go right but was gesturing his hands to the left.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We asked again from somebody who just gave us a stare and a head shake.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We asked the kids pushing a dead car.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We asked the local goat herder.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We asked the goats.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We asked anybody we met.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">We even asked ourselves where are we?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;">9:10 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Rocky Mountains</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKf5a3iyd2488atVJeH30HkTYPehBU1Smn2BpdAtqLsUFdsmVIIb29zg5eyE8aNZYbGgODvHEAKmzsvzXldcSqydFPtPrPpaP68eejsU2dmQ6oUo0aM0CsSWUrtwOgGxhHPFer_zq6eF1/s1600-h/DSC_3769.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKf5a3iyd2488atVJeH30HkTYPehBU1Smn2BpdAtqLsUFdsmVIIb29zg5eyE8aNZYbGgODvHEAKmzsvzXldcSqydFPtPrPpaP68eejsU2dmQ6oUo0aM0CsSWUrtwOgGxhHPFer_zq6eF1/s400/DSC_3769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304826601564279426" border="0" /></a>Mountains of solid rock paving the way to the location. We actually got lost the second time, overshooting the trail by going straight a few more kilometers. After hitting a concrete highway, we knew for certain that we are already beyond our target.<br /><br />9:15 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">The 4X4</span>'s<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_kwP2EWfb1gAJNDOq48M2nyr6oOHaTanh099bPzAT90awJ6KqFIT6wqfCENnW3dLaW2T1ZO1ueBMeRwKGMWYY5V5zPRYOfzixjy6FWQk7o4HrtbETwjeO0hwkwAepG_w4mV7HXFH_4Ot/s1600-h/DSC_3782.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix_kwP2EWfb1gAJNDOq48M2nyr6oOHaTanh099bPzAT90awJ6KqFIT6wqfCENnW3dLaW2T1ZO1ueBMeRwKGMWYY5V5zPRYOfzixjy6FWQk7o4HrtbETwjeO0hwkwAepG_w4mV7HXFH_4Ot/s400/DSC_3782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304831900014805922" border="0" /></a>The lead car<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YKgBPoyKy6tdpGfLdmVbiBArd-HwU1DDj28pzFxgfjvCWBxYAQKiEIXCJxmoI4sNm9u9ydn02KGiA5FjjS6cqwhjy7qyt4I2sRaXB87lskUaobdfVSch6IbRga0OObxm005wcPXaiVqI/s1600-h/DSC_3783.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7YKgBPoyKy6tdpGfLdmVbiBArd-HwU1DDj28pzFxgfjvCWBxYAQKiEIXCJxmoI4sNm9u9ydn02KGiA5FjjS6cqwhjy7qyt4I2sRaXB87lskUaobdfVSch6IbRga0OObxm005wcPXaiVqI/s400/DSC_3783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304833512548452514" border="0" /></a>The wingman<br /><br />Although four wheel drive vehicles are highly recommended for this place, a sedan will do the job, but only for major roads. Offroading is a no-brainer for people with SUV's, which in my opinion is much more fun!<br /><br />By 9:30 we are still lost. We cannot find the wadi pools even though we followed a small dirt trail that we thought is the right way. My <span style="font-weight: bold;">ProTrek</span> came into the action ( my dear bro forcibly gave it to me during my last vacation back home, haha). Its got a cool compass and many other stuff except a microwave oven.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmhzDPPE3ZjKfpaAEQT0JvFwM_8Xy9VI2NEkB2LAF_ZK-8QrSiuxCGNDOPDMEH9_20B_gCyOAAtDXrRxIhX2fUjFOQsab2gHpPK7F4ce1ImzqBiFafuFGpYb5ZyVs92t7NtipmSUOQ2CA/s1600-h/DSC_5229.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHmhzDPPE3ZjKfpaAEQT0JvFwM_8Xy9VI2NEkB2LAF_ZK-8QrSiuxCGNDOPDMEH9_20B_gCyOAAtDXrRxIhX2fUjFOQsab2gHpPK7F4ce1ImzqBiFafuFGpYb5ZyVs92t7NtipmSUOQ2CA/s400/DSC_5229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304879896993242402" border="0" /></a>The map says its this way. After turning myself like a ballerina trying to match the maps coordinates, my watch pointed to the direction. (photo for ref. only)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">9:35 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">The Hajjar Mountains</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVvcayzf-DovJczwMCsW6WU2DPFMi2-Bv4CjoijR_csxXHvJsWW8OIDjgXzlTPfQjnYxdQhbewEPqqGlqae7HTUHb9AIs806TWrj_ZWa6F54sPK5_GwJ6AeUy8lagYMFnAo0H4ZuVdxf3/s1600-h/DSC_3791.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNVvcayzf-DovJczwMCsW6WU2DPFMi2-Bv4CjoijR_csxXHvJsWW8OIDjgXzlTPfQjnYxdQhbewEPqqGlqae7HTUHb9AIs806TWrj_ZWa6F54sPK5_GwJ6AeUy8lagYMFnAo0H4ZuVdxf3/s400/DSC_3791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304877975544312994" border="0" /></a>It took us to this point where we had breakfast on this view of the Hajjar Mountains. Beyond is the Sultanate of Oman. A few meters further is a slope where the <span style="font-weight: bold;">Falaj </span>water system can be found just below. It resembles a small great wall of china, about a foot high running along the side of the hill. Water is transported through its channels. It has been rebuilt with concrete cement now but during the ancient times it must have been made of rocks cemented with tar.<br /><br />Believe it or not but we saw fishes on the Falaj! Funny how they got themselves trapped in there.<br /><br />And we can see some pools now but still we are not satisfied. We still couldn't find the exact spot even though we are on the right direction.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Heavy Gear(s)</span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqzajyH2gDjCailOMpoAz-IietGr0kPu-mYk8kEb8LsYgZibdvhU2f_zRPhsOm-41Mv1QjMg0utzWvMHBdzgjKRaLstrllq-UKvQCB4N1BwqeCGF-ioe2NJNLzrw2y9pZOST1JQeaPbpS/s1600-h/DSC_6940.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqzajyH2gDjCailOMpoAz-IietGr0kPu-mYk8kEb8LsYgZibdvhU2f_zRPhsOm-41Mv1QjMg0utzWvMHBdzgjKRaLstrllq-UKvQCB4N1BwqeCGF-ioe2NJNLzrw2y9pZOST1JQeaPbpS/s400/DSC_6940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304885269474484194" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">When you gotta go, you gotta go! (photo by wifey)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">11:00 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">To the pools</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dR00t7WUjcJdeC5keCRB8Gz1tJ30tEqFpfP7bXRbx0-emC3DJW68yZoERErIk7azckaq6NtKD66Oj7eK6snxGqBjo-zeAIWGs1ssaCVBPS57T05d1P15vAvayQKmcvh4Z0SjIVSnnukY/s1600-h/DSC_6965.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2dR00t7WUjcJdeC5keCRB8Gz1tJ30tEqFpfP7bXRbx0-emC3DJW68yZoERErIk7azckaq6NtKD66Oj7eK6snxGqBjo-zeAIWGs1ssaCVBPS57T05d1P15vAvayQKmcvh4Z0SjIVSnnukY/s400/DSC_6965.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304886298970811714" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Photo by wifey</span>. Now it runs on the family hehe<br /> D40 + 18-55 kit lens. Way to go!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">After breakfast we saw some some 4x4's coming down from the dirt trail and disappearing beyond the road we are on. We suggested to follow them and after a few moments our guys came back with smiles on their faces.<br /><br />"We found it! Its just a half a kilometer from here but we have to walk since sedans cannot go there"<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">11:30 a.m<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Hatta Pools</span><br /></div><br />The supposed 30 minute drive from the Hatta village took us hours to find.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQrUK-WW66IFaLj3QOzpshYla-TyVgCfyJlsVyqAg1ed-zQDVxh3-adOJltdZ7jCCQ9SQMNt-zih-EzSe0Ugw1GIHTAAnEnKbGa-ikc6-Z-d9lErrnMQDkKgoOKdUe4rFVrF-53q2mYEl/s1600-h/DSC_3844.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQrUK-WW66IFaLj3QOzpshYla-TyVgCfyJlsVyqAg1ed-zQDVxh3-adOJltdZ7jCCQ9SQMNt-zih-EzSe0Ugw1GIHTAAnEnKbGa-ikc6-Z-d9lErrnMQDkKgoOKdUe4rFVrF-53q2mYEl/s400/DSC_3844.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304889492456052594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Finally we found what we came for. The rocky pools of Hatta. But there was little water left at this time. These pools are spring fed and water only comes here during the winter months and its supposed to be deep enough for swimming. Deep crags on the rocks are everywhere and i think this is formed by strong currents of moving water centuries ago. The smoothness of the rocks are evidence to that.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWSGvxrbx22XEy3PyDUuHONMgq1Q_hwX0eLPHNz8kjOV6-dslnFZ_XS_PYNp6SU8J7IWyPQHHPjzsi0by13_22phhWdD5-wIerQHG6b28o8qGqLmLo9fX-9PpHN2fzgw4YB-Ve-6DuIUP/s1600-h/DSC_3849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUWSGvxrbx22XEy3PyDUuHONMgq1Q_hwX0eLPHNz8kjOV6-dslnFZ_XS_PYNp6SU8J7IWyPQHHPjzsi0by13_22phhWdD5-wIerQHG6b28o8qGqLmLo9fX-9PpHN2fzgw4YB-Ve-6DuIUP/s400/DSC_3849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304893890414309330" border="0" /></a>Though it was a little disappointment for me to find the pools less than half full of water and mindless idiots left their messages and mobile numbers scrawled on the walls.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;">Why would someone do that?<br /><br />"hey im calling since i just found your number on one of the pools of Hatta. How are you by the way? My name is blah blah blah. Can we meet? Maybe we can plan which place next to leave our artworks"<br /><br />Simply, plainly IDIOTIC! Mindless freaks! You are better off drowning yourselves on a tub!<br />Shame on you vandals!<br /></div><br />11:50 a.m<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The Shoot</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHdK1mIgr9iM6UxXlRKs9rhNO-EoS2ExKCgnEvk06j19oG7h-u9kZHJxSl2Os6yff71t_aEkLa9XmUiFNhcZoEA7VkkyAqbICGOaJSPgJIb4jOKKu0F-mlOxAgePMJqLtGj-cHypUzNZK/s1600-h/DSC_6986.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCHdK1mIgr9iM6UxXlRKs9rhNO-EoS2ExKCgnEvk06j19oG7h-u9kZHJxSl2Os6yff71t_aEkLa9XmUiFNhcZoEA7VkkyAqbICGOaJSPgJIb4jOKKu0F-mlOxAgePMJqLtGj-cHypUzNZK/s400/DSC_6986.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304897529866412226" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Photo by wifey</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">It was late, the sun is high but the air is cool. So we didn't mind the "exposure" lol.<br />That's me as a light man. And that's "Albert" my speedlight mounted on a light stand.<br />We were trying to be strobists and the first time i used my silver/black reflective umbrella,<br />a gust of wind knocked it down and wrecked the umbrella beyond repair. Luckily it shielded Albert from the fall.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemGnofipYTNIJbSqiEJutNHF0746Cly7cvOrhuzaKspExNckCJtRcdVW4bT_rNkzp7Vf7g7kdr9MO6byZMsrlJy5N0mDJ9yK5wLNdjWau5VMXSlTmHINUg9IAIQ08HdSmJ_HQzVGsRh-x/s1600-h/DSC_3850.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemGnofipYTNIJbSqiEJutNHF0746Cly7cvOrhuzaKspExNckCJtRcdVW4bT_rNkzp7Vf7g7kdr9MO6byZMsrlJy5N0mDJ9yK5wLNdjWau5VMXSlTmHINUg9IAIQ08HdSmJ_HQzVGsRh-x/s400/DSC_3850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304898192939373314" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Photo by wifey</span><br /><br />I didn't do much shooting. I was keen on lighting the model while they do all the firing.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">The classic jump</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWPiqZQv1tYh5Yu8WIqb1_sp_nNMjVsWWFjhDZml_tCbRSBGPEjjqbsvNnEZGwrSUGyDNGtWVsRmzs4Ipf3WCwh7nzWl_dHwoIjENmEma77maJW62kHmAe6r41p1pGOsHzQc07TeKd0Bz/s1600-h/DSC_3883.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwWPiqZQv1tYh5Yu8WIqb1_sp_nNMjVsWWFjhDZml_tCbRSBGPEjjqbsvNnEZGwrSUGyDNGtWVsRmzs4Ipf3WCwh7nzWl_dHwoIjENmEma77maJW62kHmAe6r41p1pGOsHzQc07TeKd0Bz/s400/DSC_3883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304900651321569026" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Fellow trekkers buddy and george, me, wifey and the powerpuff girls. (beth, kat and fiesty mae), and the rest of the gang.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">We were all dead tired after an hour and we decided to wrap it up. We meet some campers setting up their tents upstream. There was still too much to explore, the narrow rock passage ways, more spring-fed pools, the waterfalls, and the plain view of the sweeping rockscapes are a dream to a landscape photographer.<br /></div><br />Maybe next time.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);">Just like that</span><br /></div><br />Back on Hatta, we meet several fourwheel drives rushing to find the spot where we have been.<br /><br />Somebody on a Toyota Landcruiser stopped to ask us<br /><br />"Where is the water?"<br /><br />We just pointed our fingers back and answered " Its just there!", laughed to ourselves and drove on.<br /><br />It took us almost half a day to find it. We're not going to give it to you...just like that!<br /><br />We patted ourselves on the back. ha ha</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-78537113759762903802009-02-12T11:20:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:02:25.152-08:00Jaddaf<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XoDwfqRDVasyKHPnGyyIMPdRY09ZMRlN29UxuUxpBcaaJO1pWCGNjrdUD7AXwaxYyfpKEonqL095Aq5SQHuAj9OOFNdAfedAK7DeA7VhSBhpwpNFR5dyp8K3mFeXdJBBADOoOWU_Kcor/s1600-h/DSC_3475+copy+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2XoDwfqRDVasyKHPnGyyIMPdRY09ZMRlN29UxuUxpBcaaJO1pWCGNjrdUD7AXwaxYyfpKEonqL095Aq5SQHuAj9OOFNdAfedAK7DeA7VhSBhpwpNFR5dyp8K3mFeXdJBBADOoOWU_Kcor/s400/DSC_3475+copy+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301995808005089618" border="0" /></a>Jan 24 09<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Backhoe</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"> t<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);">rip</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;">ping</span><br /><br /><br />Saturday afternoons are always tempting for a quick spin around the city for some casual snaps. This time of the year, noontime temperature is a cool 20 degrees C.<br /><br />And just a few days ago we found a great spot which we decided to keep for ourselves for a while, while we enjoy its "magical beauty" to say the least. I opted to be a bit greedy. =)<br /><br />But that will be for later.<br /><br />We decided to visit Jaddaf shipyard on this particular Saturday, since three years ago when i first started photography, I've been there and found the place to be of much interest to the detail/texture-particular snapper.<br />Its was supposed to be open to the public where old wooden dhows can be found on the shore, their final place of rest.<br />I was hoping to have some new snaps.<br /><br />Much to our surprise and a bit of ignorance, the place has been developed and there are fences and gates now. Its no wonder actually since Jaddaf shipyard has been integrated into the mother company, which is where i am working for at the moment.<br /><br />All we found is that old wharf just outside the yard.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Powershovel</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxHeXc-G_C6fUtFz_bb3SpuA8cHUV3rBYgppBGUmUJazc9IR6NJc_NwssKUXS_3T0vii6OVRsGywkl7bGe5hI27h-8Vp_nS5v-j4mGPtB8J7Wu2O_BROwb9SJz6UgC9YsRett3axCeoqa/s1600-h/DSC_3415.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfxHeXc-G_C6fUtFz_bb3SpuA8cHUV3rBYgppBGUmUJazc9IR6NJc_NwssKUXS_3T0vii6OVRsGywkl7bGe5hI27h-8Vp_nS5v-j4mGPtB8J7Wu2O_BROwb9SJz6UgC9YsRett3axCeoqa/s400/DSC_3415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302006995000716498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We then found a service road that leads to a highway under construction. I thought that a powershovel is better than nothing and decided to climb aboard. No one but us on that stretch of concrete and sand. If the Dubai police caught us, its another story.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">High and wide</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFcmaczPPfvospLAYuP-fq1RTjQJKyvb232mmqDFmApVIX1BZQi5Aj-sDdklHp11kaoP37F_Uu9O34lxliXKC4pzy7-7-wHPumY-4YmCc5uw-0_ybT2Rk8dsNiO64g1yuN1Oh9Q2PLNjE/s1600-h/DSC_3434.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFcmaczPPfvospLAYuP-fq1RTjQJKyvb232mmqDFmApVIX1BZQi5Aj-sDdklHp11kaoP37F_Uu9O34lxliXKC4pzy7-7-wHPumY-4YmCc5uw-0_ybT2Rk8dsNiO64g1yuN1Oh9Q2PLNjE/s400/DSC_3434.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302009026880507122" border="0" /></a><br />(Boi) Edouard trying out his GND filters.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Martian landscape</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmW3PkpIf2hYvc4uPXewAVWpNqIoyl84QHawkTLPoQtSDCV5W9ywccfhySHYSSflDXUz36k3dfJ4PzJOHejTEMMKmrGZqAOyOoR0PyuQfdUUj3RcubriymoFKOj064359RmFjs6uTgjGxO/s1600-h/DSC_3430_pp.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmW3PkpIf2hYvc4uPXewAVWpNqIoyl84QHawkTLPoQtSDCV5W9ywccfhySHYSSflDXUz36k3dfJ4PzJOHejTEMMKmrGZqAOyOoR0PyuQfdUUj3RcubriymoFKOj064359RmFjs6uTgjGxO/s400/DSC_3430_pp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302009871062075714" border="0" /></a><br />I imagined myself on a giant rover on Martian soil. No life here Houston.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Cityline</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtI7ljiEHDIc5ukgyHcxO2L9_-VSgZLE3kN09iV0oS_UUIt03Te4DpK3FhD9YwYyoTYhKKqyJeZKRqm0-Y7-TXxCcYp5vj5gFbl-tTuXl1117zlGU9LZbEG954gvPoYxm0jJ8pMNGRaYq/s1600-h/DSC_3420.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEtI7ljiEHDIc5ukgyHcxO2L9_-VSgZLE3kN09iV0oS_UUIt03Te4DpK3FhD9YwYyoTYhKKqyJeZKRqm0-Y7-TXxCcYp5vj5gFbl-tTuXl1117zlGU9LZbEG954gvPoYxm0jJ8pMNGRaYq/s400/DSC_3420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302010768601733026" border="0" /></a><br />This place is quite near to the city, or the city came nearer to this place.<br />You can see the Dubai cityline at the far distance.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Me too!</span> (photo by boi)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4ya8VWg5_5HUwE_qarlvbrwHpgj1OjeQbfkK6DkvQeg1PuY59sZGneTi0VJ27bvQdfYJz6eGG-jLE46suefi58lt8y4VSCyMliSGdbawTdi2WJwtxuAEoragOGFqIjzqHEZXXM3GV5NB/s1600-h/DSC_3047.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4ya8VWg5_5HUwE_qarlvbrwHpgj1OjeQbfkK6DkvQeg1PuY59sZGneTi0VJ27bvQdfYJz6eGG-jLE46suefi58lt8y4VSCyMliSGdbawTdi2WJwtxuAEoragOGFqIjzqHEZXXM3GV5NB/s400/DSC_3047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302011911939484114" border="0" /></a><br />Just for posterity. So that you can have a clearer view of the cityline. lol<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Sunstars</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeHdWA8G4fmu05GO2DwNeUVeEti05Ti0ZFK9NQWYEgQi9RXk98yN_TpTJ7f5gMUjuxLBXwK0l-v1hdXoM1RvM2cHqRZHjmc6Zniunw0Wke3A-dY0Dk2Lm5v95S_tAOZwhltYrIMJZOEpQ/s1600-h/crane+arm_800.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHeHdWA8G4fmu05GO2DwNeUVeEti05Ti0ZFK9NQWYEgQi9RXk98yN_TpTJ7f5gMUjuxLBXwK0l-v1hdXoM1RvM2cHqRZHjmc6Zniunw0Wke3A-dY0Dk2Lm5v95S_tAOZwhltYrIMJZOEpQ/s400/crane+arm_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302016681526459042" border="0" /></a><br />Sunstars can only mean one thing, it means that very high apertures revealed the hidden dust bunnies on my sensor and how they are thriving like microbes!<br />There is more life in there than this piece of land.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-38935999594082165622009-02-09T09:10:00.000-08:002009-02-09T10:39:07.261-08:00Downtown<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q8gosaZwN79rzE1Fjfa_Zh-7S5XYTVcVfVPDgpbsZ_cNYtFYY5BwiWdebEb817WhTDIXLfjyl4sqWPf3zeUBqWZrgKwEkg-wxGsTAdkdXoJHqTfkJ1uMg_WoOTkly8fK5T1OhVymv9Fn/s1600-h/avenue.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_q8gosaZwN79rzE1Fjfa_Zh-7S5XYTVcVfVPDgpbsZ_cNYtFYY5BwiWdebEb817WhTDIXLfjyl4sqWPf3zeUBqWZrgKwEkg-wxGsTAdkdXoJHqTfkJ1uMg_WoOTkly8fK5T1OhVymv9Fn/s400/avenue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300854358033031730" border="0" /></a>Jan 15 2009<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">the avenue,</span><br /><br />We went for a spin one late afternoon trying to find a good spot for a night shot.<br />We found the Downtown quite scenic for its ongoing construction of the worlds tallest structure ( soon the be the worlds tallest building) the Burj Dubai or the Tower of Dubai. (Burj is the arabic name for "tower").<br /><br />I think the Downtown is once the business hub of Dubai during the early times, once called the old town.<br />Located on a the Business Bay District, the Downtown development offers a very relaxing spot that imitates Venice with its watery canals. Business and pleasure.<br />Restaurants, beautiful villas, towers and luxury apartments dot the place. Architecture is a mix between modern Arabic and European.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">Old and New</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBRqYLkBwI_EJcvs0kKDsHFWcVeaKSuiVGEXWqwjNTvdx31HGuEhskwB09OvnOQpiNHdLPj5oT-2s5IGvb-fZzdiobc1st_O2Vys0txwETPBpkOI8evdlEK95J9NgLyazaTg_t9YUaeHz/s1600-h/DSC_3049.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsBRqYLkBwI_EJcvs0kKDsHFWcVeaKSuiVGEXWqwjNTvdx31HGuEhskwB09OvnOQpiNHdLPj5oT-2s5IGvb-fZzdiobc1st_O2Vys0txwETPBpkOI8evdlEK95J9NgLyazaTg_t9YUaeHz/s400/DSC_3049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300858296695167986" border="0" /></a><br />It was a freezing 5 am when we got to the place. And it started to rain. This was the second time i tested my D80 was weather proof after all. =) you can see the droplets of water at the lower portion of the photo.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">The Bridge</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEbCRSWXPlXjdlhNUxbjvlbzdzhRwIaZP1ui5XZXt3CzJ3zhb9OR2e2g5Qxuj6lGRbFYp3vwJF5upRKaEX3n56ZM8an5Qbb6edgQsp4NM1meEL9qIMw30fRTJLq4A8cPt30vX9qxA7gwe/s1600-h/DSC_3053.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEbCRSWXPlXjdlhNUxbjvlbzdzhRwIaZP1ui5XZXt3CzJ3zhb9OR2e2g5Qxuj6lGRbFYp3vwJF5upRKaEX3n56ZM8an5Qbb6edgQsp4NM1meEL9qIMw30fRTJLq4A8cPt30vX9qxA7gwe/s400/DSC_3053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300860793178452898" border="0" /></a><br />This bridge leads to a chain of restaurants and cafes. The canals below are not yet filled with water. We came here for a night shot. So rain cannot deter us from setting up our tripods.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizD2G4FMdSCK4A4pplyZO_R8gqpILXgFRHP_G7fIGCuFR4cd0mfQ7Q6oBmBCXPaOEIFez98RIuNlkQRYqqwoGG5QuhKmKYYwlzHrGqB-K9RqehlDPPc-8fPVI_rCAd18pD4ioMxQ1hVto3/s1600-h/DSC_3065.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizD2G4FMdSCK4A4pplyZO_R8gqpILXgFRHP_G7fIGCuFR4cd0mfQ7Q6oBmBCXPaOEIFez98RIuNlkQRYqqwoGG5QuhKmKYYwlzHrGqB-K9RqehlDPPc-8fPVI_rCAd18pD4ioMxQ1hVto3/s400/DSC_3065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300861696169335714" border="0" /></a><br />Light is changing fast. The blue hour is coming.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">How wide is the Burj?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJwIv6rpl9hgZUQQeVwuEyuiP5ozjXonREayvR35UyDlR0WpyOBc7r0fd1fKURIhuX5ugjb8D1uw482N-TwA6iYIsW7ZR8OVt64H-w6uwDzSF9dguNcibdO84mOfalPTTxoHKKzGDjbXM/s1600-h/DSC_3115.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsJwIv6rpl9hgZUQQeVwuEyuiP5ozjXonREayvR35UyDlR0WpyOBc7r0fd1fKURIhuX5ugjb8D1uw482N-TwA6iYIsW7ZR8OVt64H-w6uwDzSF9dguNcibdO84mOfalPTTxoHKKzGDjbXM/s400/DSC_3115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300862597968331042" border="0" /></a><br />No its not the wrong question. The Burj Dubai stands at more than 800 meters high. But for me i measure it by the focal length of my wide angle.<br />Because the Burj is so tall, a minimum of 15mm DX is required in order to capture it at this distance at eye level. Longer than that wont do it at all. This image is uncropped vertically.<br />The Burj Dubai is not yet operational so there are no lights on the floors. We waited for the blue hour to come.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;">Orange Morning</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3zU8BxNpA7Jkes-AjE_0L9iV2OBiQTlmhdLGPga4I7VhL8jATWy0cPz57rQkEjwYKn7RmYvQWBM_zz4EkxhUuJzbOzOip5zXE6jbD4DsHtdXJokRRXLfUnA_QHOeMvVOZfVac5KQNv81T/s1600-h/orange+morning.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3zU8BxNpA7Jkes-AjE_0L9iV2OBiQTlmhdLGPga4I7VhL8jATWy0cPz57rQkEjwYKn7RmYvQWBM_zz4EkxhUuJzbOzOip5zXE6jbD4DsHtdXJokRRXLfUnA_QHOeMvVOZfVac5KQNv81T/s400/orange+morning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300865882103458274" border="0" /></a><br />By 9:30 a.m we had enough of the Burj Dubai. We headed for the nearby Jumeirah open beach to test a friends Cokin GND filters.<br />No, i used a blue grad here. Swapped the blue to orange. Why orange? It sounds better to me.<br />The Burj Dubai is still imposing at this distance, like a pencil sticking out of cluttered table top.<br /><br />My first try for GND to follow...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640211097471807996.post-63740397489761568582009-02-07T06:31:00.000-08:002009-02-07T09:19:52.274-08:00enter 2009<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7gfPogRYx4r5hVKc3wi9BA66dLgHfEeCBN0vN3NNJmzNI9-3nMy0zhHvQlsWWEpImNZtda7Ga1Bs0a0XQYMKawgTceE7guuX8wEh6DV_OPf1gjaf5OsnWQIe8fWaKY8Hkp9nVqikOcC_/s1600-h/DSC_2569_800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7gfPogRYx4r5hVKc3wi9BA66dLgHfEeCBN0vN3NNJmzNI9-3nMy0zhHvQlsWWEpImNZtda7Ga1Bs0a0XQYMKawgTceE7guuX8wEh6DV_OPf1gjaf5OsnWQIe8fWaKY8Hkp9nVqikOcC_/s400/DSC_2569_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300101225967236386" border="0" /></a><img src="file:///D:/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/TL%20new/DSC_2569_800.jpg" alt="" /><span style="font-size:100%;">"Three Poles"</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />I guess the coming of 2009 has been a turning point for me in terms of how i see my images. I never cared to blog before but lately i see it as a great way to share my photos and thoughts to family and friends.<br /><br />I love to make stories on every photo i take, and before photography came, writing has always been a passion for me (as well as attempts for watercolor painting, pastel, clay modeling and as a weekend bass guitar player)<br /><br />I am an overseas worker based here on Dubai, United Arab Emirates. This country is rich in culture and heritage providing me with new sights, colors and flavors.<br /><br />I will be posting some of my adventures and creations here.<br />The U.A.E has lots to offer for the shutter savvy. It has beautiful d</span><span style="font-size:100%;">eserts, rocky mountains, wadis, beaches and historical places that reflect the old life of the desert wanderers before settling on this place permanently.<br /><br />"Three Poles" marked my first photo for 2009.<br /><br />These photos are taken on a New Years morning on Abu Dhabi.<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Abu Dhabi (pronounced as Abu Zabi for the locals) is great for holidays as the city is as modern as Dubai but not as busy and crowded.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_div6RxmsP6s/SY2oS_mAaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/tCSMej3TQug/s1600-h/DSC_2601.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_div6RxmsP6s/SY2oS_mAaeI/AAAAAAAAABo/tCSMej3TQug/s400/DSC_2601.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300077380746897890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Vegetables at the local market.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKab4P5HTlBWsFPP8shZZIXZ6434ywjqUeIs4Uj4LivyC3fXZ5YtdHhjA0xbNpYnV5GaQ9_c6wUH2d8mfkR7K4MNMlWAc0JnlDLME6XK95XOG2JGqxKAr4z_ys7WlnqsOxRNt2dOBlSP6/s1600-h/DSC_2625.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKab4P5HTlBWsFPP8shZZIXZ6434ywjqUeIs4Uj4LivyC3fXZ5YtdHhjA0xbNpYnV5GaQ9_c6wUH2d8mfkR7K4MNMlWAc0JnlDLME6XK95XOG2JGqxKAr4z_ys7WlnqsOxRNt2dOBlSP6/s400/DSC_2625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300095660374611442" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/tracer/Desktop/my%20blog/DSC_2601.jpg" alt="" /></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04510075529696325749noreply@blogger.com3