How to photograph Christmas starbursts

UPDATE: 1st December  2024:

2023:

UPDATED December 2022, signed with my dB/ logo using my phone flash to create a light trail during the 30-second exposure.

2021:

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2020:

2019:

2018:

Village Green Christmas Tree 2018
Village Green Christmas Tree 2018

The important point in getting the starburst effect is to use as small an aperture as possible. So, this was f/22 on my Canon 6D. ISO was kept low (around 500) to avoid noise, but that meant the shutter needed to be open a long (30 seconds) to allow enough light in to capture the image, which means you need a steady tripod and a timed shutter release (or remote shutter release) to avoid blur from camera shake.

I snapped a few night-time shots of the Christmas tree and lights on our village green this weekend. I did a few “pulling” the zoom with a fairly low shutter speed so that I got some nice drawn out light effects from the tree and the Xmas lights encircling The Green in Cottenham.

Having seen the starburst lighting effect in a fellow photographer’s photo of the same scene, however, I thought I’d grab my tripod and have a go at reproducing that effect too. I didn’t want to copy their composition so had to duck and dive about, avoiding the odd looks from dog walkers on The Green and Christmas shoppers jumping off the city bus.

The starburst effect is not a filter nor an app nor any Photoshop trickery. As with much in photography (even digital) it is a scientific phenomenon. The formation of the starbursts where lights are bright in the photograph is down to diffraction of light around the edges of the fins that make up the camera’s “iris”, the aperture.

You can just see the red rear lights of a car that passed as I was taking the photo (around the tree on the right-hand side). The light trails from cars and buses were much more sensational in some of the other shots, especially ones I took looking towards Cottenham Village College. One in particular embedded the College’s steel sculpture and looks like some kind of futuristic biker racing past.

Cottenham Christmas tree 2016

Fall Sky

It’s always quite intriguing where conversations on social media end up. I posted a photo on Facebook of the view from my office at sunset last week, the sky was quite vivid and red and it was a nice shot. One friend, music PR and singer Jo Forrest, whom I first met when we recorded together at Abbey Road Studios years back (as part of one of The Really Big Chorus, TRBC, events with Karl Jenkins) said she loved the colours and thought it would make a nice top.

I sent her the original photo and she had it made up by one of those sites that prints photos on to teeshirts, leggings, bedspreads, mugs, and wallclocks etc. Works well…maybe I should take more sunset photos, the Society6 lets you produce duvet covers, shower curtains, iphone covers, scatter cushions and much more besides…

sb-jo-forrestPhoto of Jo was taken by Adam Forrest.

“My mum says I’m a butterfly as I’m drawn to bright colours,” Jo tells me, “so when I saw this picture on Facebook last week instantly fell in love with it. That’s the way I tend to clothes shop too, this photo was perfect for a top and printed and delivered within a couple of days.”

Via Riccardus Filius

Currently underway is the demolition of the ancient residences of Via Riccardus Fillius on the site of what is now Newcastle University; known in the modern tongue as the Ricky Road flats. The department of archaeology has been on the site for several weeks and has so far unearthed at least 17 traffic cones, thought to be terracotta, although possibly a primitive polymer-fibreglass composite.

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They have  also identified several fossilised cloak laboratorium, many of which still carry coinage, quills, spatulae and eyeware in frayed and stiffened pouches, or pockets. The sophisticaed chemical testing method of mass spectrometry has been used to identify the faint alchemical odour as being due to acetone and pyridine degradation products thought to have been used in pyrotechnic rituals. Atomic absorption spectromometry, AAS, has also identified traces of sodium known to have been present as flakes of desiccated sodium hydroxide used as a method of torture or in the emascalation of errant eunuchs.

The biology team, meanwhile, is busy extracting and sequencing DNA from fatty deposits (some containing lustrous red pigments) and foamlike fermentation residues from the rim and interior of pint potsherds originally used by Bacchus, circa AD 85 (AD 1985, that is).

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We have attempted to contact one expert of the era a Professor(?) Smell(?) for comment on the legend of the so-called “Bridge Pool”, thought to be the site of at least one near-gladiatorial encounter that took place somewhere between Segedunum and the Priory at the mouth of the Tyn river (known in the modern era as Wallsend and Tynemouth). However, evidence from Stephanus Negotianis suggests that event most likely took place closer to one of the many viaducts or walksways used by merchants and centurians alike to cross the ancient water course. There were significant numbers of broken potsherds and slanderous graffiti enscribed on the stone walls of buildings identified as local hostelries as well as the interiors of ablution houses of the period that provide further evidence of this and related episodes.

Under the radar in Valletta, Malta

If you’re looking for a fascinating capital city that flies somewhat under the tourist radar, take a look at Valletta, Malta, it’s European Capital of Culture for 2018, so be a hipster and visit sooner rather than later. And, don’t miss the rabbit at the quirkiest of quirky restaurants Angelica and have a pint in The Pub (where Ollie Reed popped his proverbial clogs).
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There’s the city’s (in)famous grid layout, the Grand Harbour, the oldest record shop (in the world?), the piers (and St Elmo’s Bridge), The Three Cities (a €2 euro ferry ride, ask for a return ticket), the Basilica of our Lady of Mount Carmel, the phone boxes and pillar boxes, evening jazz, the Knights of St John stuff (buildings and chapels etc) and the co-cathedral and, of course, Renzo Piano’s new City Gate and a whole lot more…
 
A few of my snaps from our visit here on the Sciencebase Flickr page.

Give them the vees…

Today’s Maltese memory brought to you by the letter V

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Photographers’ rights in the UK

Photographers’ rights in the UK*: Basically, you can photograph anyone or anything from a public place. Period. 6’19” in on the video.

Caveats: Photographing Ministry of Defence (MoD) property might sometimes be in breach of The Official Secrets Act, by which everyone is bound whether or not they have signed it. In this era of increased terrorist threat tension, you might also arouse police suspicion if you’re taking detailed photos of known sensitive sites or if you’re repeatedly photographing an individual and it seems like harassment.

But, the police do not have the right to stop you photographing and certainly no office building door staff can, if they try to and threaten you or try to take your camera, you could have them arrested for assault and attempted robbery.

Keep snapping!

*This is under the law of England and Wales, I assume it is valid in Scotland and Northern Ireland too, but there may be variations on the theme there.

Poppies: Wave at Lincoln Castle

Part of our recent wet-and-dry whirlwind tour of some interesting places in England took in the city of Lincoln, its cathedral, castle and the Poppies Wave installation, which has also been touring the country since its inauguration at the Tower of London in 2014 as Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red.

It was a poignantly wet and grey day to photograph this memorial to the fallen of World War I, 100 years since the start of the Battle of the Somme, 1st July 1916. Find out more about the installation here and see additional photos from my collection here.

Cottenham Balloon Terror

A Virgin hot-air balloon was looming low over Cottenham, just North of Cambridge City on the evening of 22nd June. Drinkers enjoying the sun and the ale outside The Chequers pub were stunned to see the enormous inflatable bobbing low over houses opposite. The pilot seemed desperately trying to gain height and had the burner on full power.

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The balloon eventually lifted up and floated a few metres above the sweetshop and Chinese takeaway opposite heading for the Community Centre and Co-op store on the dangerous dog leg in Cottenham’s long High Street. Fortunately, it was at an altitude of about 40 metres at this point, although it did not stay high for long.

With nowhere safe to land at this point in the village witnesses assumed that the pilot was desperately trying to navigate to a field or open country away from the houses.

“It literally skimmed a tree in my back garden! It was frighteningly low,” said Cottenham resident Sian Williams. “I could feel the heat from the flames in my bedroom. Is this allowed?” she asks.

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“It was extremely low when it came over Rooks Street, another Cottenham resident and local businessman Chris Fryer said. “It cleared the houses but landed very shortly after. I’m no expert but it didn’t look deliberate.

The law is very strict on ballooning. Except with the written permission of the Civil Aviation Authority (CAA) an aircraft shall not be flown closer than 500 feet to any person, vessel vehicle or structure. “Virgin seems to have form in breaching the Air Navigation Order like this,” says Russ Swan who filmed a similar incident in 2010 that elicited an apology from Virgin on local BBC TV.

Experienced glider pilot David Allan told me that, “The only way they can get around this is in the case of an emergency landing (gliders and balloons have an exemption for field landings). If there was a problem the pilot should have set the ballon down before drifitng over a town – when there is nowhere to go.”

High Street balloon photo David Bradley. Balloon on Tree photo by Sian Williams

Bee orchid – Ophrys apifera

Apparently, we have a bee orchid, Ophrys apifera, growing on the margin of our front garden. This is, according to a neighbour, a rare(ish) wildflower. Aside from being rather pretty and having flowers that attract bees as pollenators, the chemistry of their pigments is intriguing. The flowers contain quercetin and kaempferol glycosides as acylated or as cinnamic acid derivatives, while the pink outer sepals contain anthocyanins.

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The specimen in our garden is in a bad way, it being effectively on the edge of the relatively busy pavement outside our house, and rather downtrodden, trampled underfoot in the words of Led Zeppelin (or is it?). So, what to do with it, should I lift it from the tarmac and soil and replant it somewhere safer in the garden, or just leave it and hope it has self-seeded and that we will find its offspring elsewhere on the border next year, rather than embedded in the pavement?

Incidentally, this is how it should look when it is not downtrodden and still in bloom

OphrysApifera

Intriguingly, lots of these flowers are growing in the grass verges at the Metro Centre in Gateshead, near my home town…

Idea for a song – Other side of the tracks

UPDATE: 23rd June – Well, I wrote a new song, it started off with some South American loops and I built up a new guitar part on my Tele, added some bass guitar, messed around with various percussion samples and ad libbed a melody with a few lyrics from my lyrics book, just to get a guide vocal in place. I expanded and fine tuned them but it was with thoughts of the following Italian tale that gave me the title and the allusion: Latin Class.

Back in my late teens, I went InterRailing around Europe with a friend having been dumped unceremoniously by a university girlfriend. I got robbed in France, got blind drunk on the train to Belgrade, was kicked awake by mounted police outside Amsterdam station, was almost strip searched on the journey home by customs…

None of my adventure, compares to the tale I heard of a great railway journey of the past…Chris King of The Trainhacker shared with me a few of his memories of his loves and travels back in the day, I’ve extrapolated his tweets with some poetic embellishment of my own into the background story for what might become a new song, it’s either going to be call “Well chuffed”, “The other side of the tracks” or “Matching collar and cuffs”, haven’t decided yet.

I fell in love with an Italian traffic cop in Vatican City…she had long, dark hair, a golden tan, the crispest, whitest uniform, matching collar and cuffs. She was smoking Marlboro Reds when to do so was still the height of fashion and passion. She had a gun and she shouted “Ciao, bella!” to the Vespa girls as they whizzed around her roundabout in their pretty frocks and bobby socks.

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I was kooky, I knew it. It was love and I’ve still got the grainy black and white photo from ’88 to prove it. Memories of a boozy haze of raffia-wrapped Chianti bottles mingled with the greenest of olives and she wrapped me round her little finger and told me to confess my sins. I didn’t talk back, being forte was not my forte, but for a few short weeks, I lived la vida loca all the way down la dolce vita.

I borrowed a friend’s 500 to reach the other side of the sun-scorched tracks, the heat-buckled rails. On the long journey home, I found a long dark hair entangled in the webbing of my rucksack…it made me weep and reminded me of the taste of salted caramel gelati and the smell of two-stroke…