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The not so black of night

Clipboard01F3C1 Gamma Up 4272 x 2848
When I took a photo of my computer monitor last night, with a datamoshed image of a Rough Collie dashing through a forest fire on display in full screen mode, the area around that image was in complete darkness. My reasoning for such strange behaviour? An experiment designed to locate the image in a three-dimensional space and mark it with a signature in the process. Like many of the handwritten signatures I’ve tried out from time to time, I’m not feeling inclined to stick with this digital one i.e., C:\Users\maekitso\Documents\bird\…

I’m keeping maekitso and bird, but not in that particular form.
Rather than delete it and pretend it never happened, I decided to take a screenshot of it and pass it through a few more iterations. I started by loading it into Irfanview and doing an ‘Auto-adjust’ on the colours. A light trace of what appeared to be electronic circuitry appeared through the black space. I opened up the manual colour corrections panel and played with the sliders. Increasing the Gamma Correction levels brought the traces out from hiding. What the!
Long story short, I can’t reproduce the effect from the original photo, but I did reproduce it by uploading a photo I took of the moon over Gawler Ranges in the black of night and then taking a screenshot of it and turning the gamma level up. I’m not sure if that points to a WordPress specific formatting artifact, or a WordPress specific method for determining levels of light pollution. Either way, it’s pretty cool. I’m working on the circuits around the moon now to see what I can do with them. Stay tuned…

C:\Users\maekitso\Documents\bird\1F3C1.jpg [1/1]

01F3C1 [1/1]

01F3C1 [1/1]

whereby I test a personal signature to place upon my future databendings.
Update – 4/04/15: Test Patterns
1024 x 768 Test Pattern

1024 x 768 Test Pattern

Canon 450D Test Pattern

Canon 450D Test Pattern

Another test pattern…

Linear Glitch Performance #00: On the way of progress

   “Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.”
   –Frank Zappa
What to call what follows?! I think I’ll go with Linear Glitch Performance.
Firstly, I want to thank stAllio! at animals within animals for his post advanced wordpad editing explained, and J.Boulton at QuestionSomething for Databending using Audacity Effects. The clarity and detail with which these artists have shared their knowledge has been invaluable. There are a few other resources I’d like to share in the near future, but for now I’ll just get on with this performance: some practical results from what I’ve learned so far about glitching and databending.

On the way of progress

On the way of progress

    Trigonometric Station
    Governor Phillip Lookout
    Beacon Hill, NSW 2100
    Sydney, Australia
    -33.754100, 151.264183
On the way of progress - HEX

On the way of progress – HEX

Unit 3DF7D-3DF83/3DF79
Maximised XVI32 Window Way
Mobile PC Display
Resolution: 1920 x 1080
Cyamatics is defined by WikepediA as ‘the study of visible sound co vibration.’ Sound waves are ‘made visible in a thin coating of particles, paste, or liquid.’ By plugging two images into Audacity, one on the left track and one on the right, the roles of sight and sound are reversed: the coating of particles, paste, and liquid (pixels) is made audible in a mixed down sound track (.mp3). The soundtrack for the above two images, with a little tweaking and stretching, captures the mood I was looking to squeeze from the images wonderfully! Does it end with a train wreck? No. You can’t halt the flow of progress.
Please turn your speaker volume down to a safe listening level before pressing PLAY
The soundtrack you are now listening to is also available as a diptych. Probably not the kind of side by side imagery you were expecting from a diptych – until now.
On the way of progress - The glitch diptych

On the way of progress – The diptych

Oh! I shouldn’t forget the curtain call.
Beacon Hill Trig Point, take a bow.
Beacon Hill Trig Point

Beacon Hill Trig Point

Glitch Art Spider and a Code Ku

I’ve broken many a bitmap image in my attempts to learn the art of Glitch Art, making them inoperable in the process. I have finally succeeded in breaking one properly! While I was at it I constructed a cut-up haiku from the code to go with it. More of the glitch art to come in the future, hopefully with lengthier codepoems.
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Glitch spider

Glitch spider

Sydney to Ceduna return – Photo Essay (Part 12)

After leaving Whyalla Wetlands at midday and setting off for the general direction of Port Lincoln, a definite mental exhaustion began to set in. All of this moving from place to place while remaining alert to the whole experience was becoming hard work. I drove into a rest zone by the Lincoln Highway about 45 minutes south of Whyalla, and seriously considered camping right here for the rest of the day and overnight.

Whyalla to Cowell - rest zone by Lincoln Highway

Whyalla to Cowell – rest zone by Lincoln Highway

A pleasant enough spot: shelter from the sun, a sturdy table to read and write at, and the scrub was holding the wind back a little. Then the wind changed and blew all my maps and info pamphlets off the table after I’d carefully arranged everything for optimum study. The place lost its simple charm, quick smart. A short time later we had arrived at Cowell – a pleasant little town on the northern shore of Franklin Harbor – and I tucked into a delicious comfort-feed of King George Whiting and hot chips at The Fish Box Kiosk. If I had been thinking clearly I would have taken a photo from out the front, or at least waited until the fish and chips were on the table before snapping a shot from the back.
The Fish Box Kiosk - Cowell

The Fish Box Kiosk – Cowell

With a satisfied stomach, I decided at once to stop in Cowell for the night. I located the local caravan park, made a note to myself that I would be back later, and took a scenic drive into Port Gibbon along the Coastal Ketches Drive. Here’re a few bits of scenery that caught my attention.
Saltmarsh at 4 Mile Lookout

Saltmarsh at 4 Mile Lookout

Coastal Ketches Drive - Soothing colours

Coastal Ketches Drive – Soothing colours

East of Port Gibbon

East of Port Gibbon

Port Gibbon Jetty Shelter

Port Gibbon Jetty Shelter

Ketch Lillie Hawkins - Port Gibbon

Ketch Lillie Hawkins – Port Gibbon

There was still plenty of time left in the day, so I continued into the sand dunes south of Port Gibbon. Found a drive-in spot with private beach and went for a swim.
South of Port Gibbon - Drive-in sand dune

South of Port Gibbon – Drive-in sand dune

Soaked up a few more soothing colours.
South of Port Gibbon - Soothing colours

South of Port Gibbon – Soothing colours

After an hour or so of lounging in the dunes I turned inland for the Lincoln Highway and made my way back to Cowell. The petrol tank was showing empty by this stage, but I’d seen the petrol station in Cowell so wasn’t too concerned. That changed when I drove into the station and discovered it closed. Oh well, not to worry; the caravan park is a couple of blocks away. In I drove to the caravan park. The office was closed! I rang the number on the door. No answer! So I drove back to the closed petrol station and willed it to be open, but it didn’t work, so I started searching on google maps for the nearest petrol station. They directed me a few short kilometres across the surface of Franklin Harbour to Port Pirie or thereabouts, which wasn’t going to work for Vincent. A few internet searches and I located a servo up the road on Lincoln Highway. Unfortunately I had already passed that one on my way back to Cowell, and the internet has not been made aware that it doesn’t exist! If it did exist, I would have seen it. I paused…
looked at the maps a bit longer and decided Cleve to the west was about 1km closer than Arno Bay to the south, so I held my breath and cleaved for Cleve. Whew! They have a petrol station, and it was open. I filled up with much relief and promptly turned back again toward Cowell, then south to Arno Bay, then doubled back north to a non-signposted turn off for the overnight camping spot I noticed on a map somewhere earlier, which took me in a loop back to Arno Bay without going past the campsite. Sigh. Turned north again and went a little further to the next non-signposted turn off.
And so it was that I arrived at Redbanks Camping Area, a little after 8:30 pm, to watch the sunset.
Redbanks Camping Area - sunset

Redbanks Camping Area – sunset

Redbanks Camping Area sunset 2
And, as the last bit of sunlight disappeared into Spencer Gulf, I spotted Mercury setting close behind it. Just as well I hadn’t read the sign I slept overnight in front of… “Camping Prohibited”.

Sydney to Ceduna return – Photo Essay (Part 11)

One thing I neglected to mention of Port Bonython was the starlings; rats of the sky I’ve read them called, but I don’t subscribe to that characterisation, at least until being a rat becomes as respectable as it is to be a starling in my view, or rather, thousands of starlings exploding out of a tree like leaves of a tree exploding into thousands of starlings across the windscreen and then rewinding back to the stripped bare tree in the rear-view mirror and morphing back into leaves again. It wasn’t the last time I’d see such a thing, or try to write about it, but it was the first time. I’ve seen murmurations of starlings during a visit to the UK recently, and they were fantastical of course, but a totally different kind of experience. Next time I drive between here and Port Lincoln I’ll be sure to have one of those dashcam devices installed at the front, and one at the back.
Mid-morning of 26th December we turned off Lincoln Highway into the stormwater capture facility that is Whyalla Wetlands: a series of four artificial ponds designed to take the strain off local infrastructure during heavy downpours, pedestrian walkways, fitness and recreation equipment, picnic shelters, hybrid toilet amenities, fish, plants, and birds. My first point of interest was the toilet amenities followed by the birds and plants. And to the extent that the birds were interested, the fish. I didn’t make it past the first pond–Pond 4–which is the last pond.

Whyalla Wetlands - Pond 4

Whyalla Wetlands – Pond 4

For the best part of 2 hours I paced around the general confines of the above photo and watched the birds. Most of them were common seagulls and cormorants, but there were standouts like the black-winged stilt
Black-winged stilt

Black-winged stilt

and a tern hunting hardyheads.
Tern hunting hardyheads

Tern hunting hardyheads

Poise to strike

Poise to strike

Then there was this little fellow scooting over the water. I don’t know what its proper name is.
Little fellow

Little fellow

Then there was the tern again. I couldn’t get enough of the tern,
The tern again

The tern again

but the atmosphere in a photo essay is not quite the same as it is in artificial wetlands so I figure we’ve had enough with the tern now. It’s midday already and time to hit the road again. I’m getting peckish.

Sydney to Ceduna return – Photo Essay (Part 10)

I remember the previous evening I had watched with a sort of hypnotised wonderment as the sun set against the ranges in the east. I gradually became aware that I was looking in the wrong direction! I turned west expecting to see the real sunset over there, but the sky was a uniform white light, and the land was all cast in a silvery shadow. I found a winding path of sand through the carpets of stone, pebbles and grass tufts down to the water, stood between a couple of mangrove trees and took a picture of Vincent with where the sunset should be, made a few attempts at mangrove tree photography, then carefully worked my way back along the sand path all the while feeling as though I was out of bounds. I had reasoned that if I stayed on the sand I wouldn’t be disturbing anything important.
South Australia’s Department of Environment, Water and Natural Resources say, “These long ridges may look like man-made structures formed from pebbles, but in fact these very distinctive flat-topped ridges are a natural phenomenon.” It does look like a manicured zen garden of sorts, doesn’t it?

Fitzgerald Bay Tidal Manicure

Fitzgerald Bay Tidal Manicure

When I woke to day 7, 26th December, the sun had already risen above the Southern Flinders Ranges and glared across Spencer Gulf at us with all of its unclouded might. A southeasterly guster was doing its best to blast the sand out from under the shingles. I ventured a short wander along the beach but was driven back by the wind to the shelter of Vincent. Cranked up my driving music and moved along.

Continued south from Fitzgerald Bay into Port Bonython proper and paused for a while to appreciate Point Lowly Lighthouse.
Point Lowly Lighthouse

Point Lowly Lighthouse

Somebody put the sign on the wrong building.
Lighthouse Keeper's Smoko Room?

Lighthouse Keeper’s Smoko Room?

The Point Lowly Cottages were also pretty cool, though not my preferred style of accommodation. They need wide verandahs, with canvas blinds to pull down against the powerful winds which I’m pretty sure don’t abate for long in this part of the world.
Point Lowly Cottages

Point Lowly Cottages

I wanted to get some photos of the gas-loading wharf and fractionation plant, but my shadow wouldn’t get out of the way, so I worked with what I had.
My new twitter avatar

My new twitter avatar

There was a large flock of birds in the distant south that I couldn’t make heads nor tails of, and a single gull swept by at one point. Without any further signs of life about it started to feel a bit touristy, so we slipped out for the road again. Next stop Whyalla…