Monthly Archives: March 2018

Apple. Con.

iPad

Don’t be fooled.

Many have accused Tim Cook, Apple’s CEO, of being nothing more than a number cruncher, a man untroubled by original thoughts.

The dearth of inventions since Steve Jobs died certainly adds credence to that opinion, and Cook’s financial engineering skills are testified to by the latest iPad campaign. This campaign, as I will show, is nothing more than a confidence trick in pricing.


$329 gets you very little.

Apple targeted the education market early on with its Apple II and Macintosh computers and did well. With the Mac’s introduction in 1984, students finally saw on the screen what they could print and the desktop computing world would never be the same. Then, around the fall of 2001 when the first iPod was introduced, Apple’s focus on the education market started to blur, to a point where now few in schools use Apple hardware. The iMac is ridiculously overpriced for what it delivers and the iPad is useless.

But that does not deter Mr. Green Eyeshades from trying to revitalize what is increasingly a failed product line – the iPad. His teaser offer to schools, a whopping $30 off to students, puts the device in your child’s hands, where it is waiting to be dropped, for $299.

But Wait! There’s More!

The stock memory of 16Gb (sixteen Gb!) is a straight forward cheat for what is a memory hungry device. Evert tried using a 16Gb iPad. I have. Useless once you have an app or two running. Thus you need the upgraded memory model, so add $100. The keyboard in the iPad is useless for extended typing, the sort of thing students have to do when cranking out those pieces on Richard III and his many depredations. So add a wireless keyboard (forget trying to use a wired one) and Apple has your number for a mere $93. Want to use that Apple Pencil to draw on the screen? $90 more. (Wow! $90 for a pencil ….) Then you have to support the tablet at 45 degrees to make it remotely usable at a desk and, hey, there goes another $20 and say hasta la vista to the iPad’s vaunted portability. And you don’t want little Johnny scratching that screen now, do you, so throw in $15 for a wallet/pouch. Let’s see, that’s $617. Plus tax.

Now let’s see what the sensible parent is buying. It’s called a Chromebook, comes with a folding screen like any laptop, no case needed, has a trackpad for drawing and all you need add is a mouse. Maybe not even that. Amazon lists some 500 of these little hummers for under $500. For the most part it’s hard to spend $250. Memory use is smart so you do not need much. Oh! and don’t forget too add $10 for a mouse. The laptop comes with the Google suite of apps (spreadsheet, word processor, calendar) and why, all 650 students and 120 faculty at my son’s prep school use those apps and no one is complaining.

Apple. Con.


A typical Chromebook. Touchscreen and tablet functionality included.

Garden panorama

Photographs

Colors in context.

The previous posting focused on close-ups of the many colorful flowers in my transformed garden.

Here’s a panoramic image, showing the garden set against the McDowell Mountains and with more wild flowers visible just past the fence.


Click the image for a zoomable big version.

Snapped with the Panny GX7 and the Rokinon 7.5mm MFT fisheye at f/11, de-fished in Fisheye Hemi. The lens is quite remarkable in controlling flare, here pointed directly into the sun. Only one flare spot had to be removed from the sky.

The garden now

Photographs

Coming along.

When I moved from the third world overcrowding of the Bay Area, CA to the halcyon open spaces of Scottsdale, AZ in the fall of 2016, I made a couple of pleasant discoveries.

Homes were selling at 80% off Bay Area prices and there were dozens to choose from which met my dictates. Best of all, they invariably came with large patios and gardens.

So choice was abundant and selection easy. I settled on a home some twenty years old where the seller had expanded significant sums in remodeling the most costly areas in any home – the kitchen and master bathroom. And throw in new walnut and travertine floors throughout. I’ll take it! That seller had more money than sense as he made no return on his expenditures, the home selling, as these things do in a perfect market, at market price. The home, however, had one glaring omission. After twenty years the two previous owners had done nothing to enhance the dreary ‘builder standard’ plants when it came to landscaping. The irrigation system had more holes than a Swiss cheese and the handful of sorry looking bushes dotted the yard like so many fallen soldiers.

So after my splendid gardener, Luis, dug the whole place up, running new irrigation lines and replacing the busted solenoids on the water valves, I set to deploying the check book and procured some 75 plants all told. The focus was not just on filling empty expanses of the gravel beloved of Arizona’s developers, it was as importantly to add color. Quite how the previous owners managed to enjoy the southerly view from the covered patio resplendent with dramatic daily sunsets, while gazing over an expanse of unrelieved white gravel, beats me.

Now, some eighteen months later, those missionary efforts are beginning to pay back, and the garden is resplendent with color. My new plant loss rate was 10% – not bad – and some of those were because I had incorrectly specified the heat ranges for the locations chosen. Easily fixed.



Cape Honeysuckle.


Purple Lantana.


Bougainvillea.


Little John – a gorgeous flower of spectacular complexity.


Arizona Lemon tree. This one went into serious transplant shock
but I managed to nurse it back to life and it’s on the growth path now.


Orange Tree blossom.


A Pink Oleander, as tough as they get. They come in white, pink and red.


Fishhook Barrel cactus, a cactus which leans strongly into the sun. You really want to avoid those hooks!


Creosote bush.


Yellow Lantana. One of the only plants left from the previous owners’ depredations,
this one started blooming nicely. It’s called regular watering.


Desert Ruellia.


The technique here is interesting. I used the fine 180mm f/2.8 Nikkor at full aperture with an MFT adapter on the Panny GX7, hand held. Because the depth of field is so shallow, I moved the focus collar on the lens while banging away on the shutter release, some eight snaps per final image. In each case one of these was critically sharp, as you can see. Mild vignette added in Lightroom – the Nikkor does not vignette!

Roger Deakins

Movies, Photographers

Cinematographer.

Like the movie composer Ennio Morricone, Roger Deakins had to wait decades for his Oscar, beaten out by lesser talents unknown today. Ennio got it for a haunting score for Tarantino’s so-so ‘The Hateful Eight’, and Roger’s award came for a so-so movie with great cinematography – his.

For most movie goers I suspect the appeal is that of a particular star or, for the better informed, the work of a favorite director. For me, as often as not, it’s to see the art of the cinematographer and if you tell me that Roger Deakins did the work, I’m off to the theater, cash in hand.

I was reminded of this logic the other day when another huge Deakins fan suggested I watch ‘Sicario’, a movie about the nefarious bumblings of the CIA on the tunnel-ridden Mexican border with Texas and Arizona. You know, the one where we are making ladder and shovel manufacturers rich by building a wall. That fan was no other than my son and when I asked what prompted him to watch the movie his reply was simple: Roger Deakins.

Here are some favorite images from Roger Deakins’s movies. The lighting is invariably simple, the camera moves little, and in backlit scenes Deakins will often expose for the highlights, leaving the viewer straining to make out faces, to great effect:



The Hudsucker Proxy. Paul Newman and Tim Robbins yuck it up.


The chilling ‘Barton Fink’ gave Deakins free rein.


‘The Man Who Wasn’t There. A cinematographic masterpiece.


‘The Big Lebowski’. Julianne Moore and Jeff Bridges relive Busby Berkeley.


007 in ‘Skyfall. An awful movie saved by great lens work.


The chilling opening of ‘Fargo’.


Another from Fargo, towards the end. How do you improve on this?


‘The Assassination of Jesse James’. Forget whether you like Westerns. This is all about gorgeous imagery. Casey Affleck and Brad Pitt.


Deakins at his quietest and most terrifying. Javier Bardem won the Oscar thanks to the camera work in ‘No Country for Old Men’.


Another from ‘No Country’, and unforgettable at that. Lighting as simple as it gets, exposure for the highlights.


Tim Robbins again, in ‘The Shawshank Redemption’.


The cabin scene in ‘True Grit’. Jeff Bridges deserved the Oscar for this one, but had to wait a while longer.


‘Oh! Brother, Where Art Thou?’ Cop as demon. Deakins’s lens captures the fires of hell in the policeman’s glasses.


In ‘Sicario’ the CIA enters the drug smugglers’ tunnel. Exposure once again for the highlights.


Although sci-fi strikes me as a genre for two year-olds, ‘Blade Runner 2049’ finally earned Deakins the Oscar he so richly deserved.


Eight of the thirteen movies above were made by the Coen brothers. Quality attracts quality.

Try and catch a few of Roger Deakins’s movies if you care about great images. For a complete listing of the master’s work, click here.

Update May 10, 2023:

Unsurprisingly, Deakins is also an adept photographer, favoring the street photography genre. Click here for more.

Back to the Past

Bio, Photography

Paper rules.

Some 20 years ago I cancelled my paper subscriptions to the New York Times and Wall Street Journal and commenced online reading.

And while the WSJ online sub was, in turn, cancelled many years ago when the paper was bought by an Australian barbarian fascist, the NYT remains the paper of record and a superb one at that. If you want to know what is happening in our backyard or in Borneo’s, for that matter, this is where you go.

Anyway, a while back the NYT’s splendid journalist Farhad Manjoo (Cornell, 2000) detailed a two month experiment where he cancelled his online access and opted for the (costly) paper subscription instead. So I thought I would give it a shot, missing the physical experience of paper and realizing that by the time the presses have run most errors and omissions in the online version of a story would have been fixed. Plus, I’m not in that much of a hurry to learn of the latest porn star the leader of the Western world may have bedded.

My first concern was that a paper which is the bastion of liberalism and free thinking could not be delivered in the heart of redneck country, here in Arizona. Yet, amazingly, my zip code is on the delivery route!

There’s a sort of cyclical pattern to the week’s deliveries. Monday starts off thin, doubtless hungover from the weekend’s tweeting from Mar a Loco where the white powder and showgirls run freely. No ads on Mondays. The momentum – and weight – build through the week until, lo and behold, Sunday arrives and along with it the eighth wonder of the world, replete with costly jewelry ads:


The eighth wonder of the world. Sunday’s New York Times

But, superb as the paper is, and pleasurable as the experience of ink stained hands and rustling of the Arts section may be on sunlit patio mornings, there is a big snag. What I had not anticipated is that during the twenty year hiatus my eyes had also aged twenty years. And that small print is awfully tough to make out. So a valiant experiment, but one sadly doomed by age.

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