In 2017 I used a homemade solar filter for the camera I was using at the time, a Fuji Finepix S-1; filters for this particular make & model had a special-made bayonet sort of mount that was inserted and then clicked into place on the lens barrel; the filter was of course screwed into the mount. I just bought a mount and a clear glass 72mm filter, cut a bit of the aforementioned Black Polymer sheeting from Thousand Oaks Optical, and then sandwiched the cut piece between the clear glass and the Fuji mount. I was able to shoot still photos periodically during the eclipse, and at the moment of totality I was able to quickly twist off the solar filter and make exposures of the Sun's corona, twist-snapping it back into place when the Bailey's Bead came into view. For video, I used my little GoPro Hero 5 Black with a 5-stop (ND32) neutral density filter but no solar filter as such; the camera has such a wide angle that the Sun's light, intense as it was, was reduced enough that the GoPro's sensor functioned normally with no problems for the entire almost-three-hours it was on the tripod shooting what added up to slightly more than 1,800 individual photos, subsequently edited into a 43-seconds-long timelapse video. It wasn't real exciting to watch compared to most of the work made by other folks (especially on this forum), but it's my own work and shows a once-in-a-lifetime event from a unique personal perspective.
The video on this subject that I watched not long ago originated within the UK (Scotland, I think) and the man demonstrated the recycled jar-inside-the-larger-one just like Jerry described. The man also mentioned that vacuum sealing via the various machines on the market didn't take the place of actual canning, i.e. whatever was sealed inside (if it was perishable) still had to be refrigerated or frozen like with the vacuum bags. We have a 10-year-old Foodsaver with the little accessory cap that allows us to long-term store rice, beans, pasta, etc. In wide-mouth Mason jars. The hose for it plugs right into a dedicated port on the machine, the various jars are neatly lined up on the pantry shelf and the contents stay fresh and ready-to-use for a longer time.
I was living in Riverside, Ontario, where my Dad had moved us from Detroit in search of bigger housing for our increasing numbers. I was in my first year of High School; don't recall what class was going on when the principal reported over the intercom that President Kennedy had been shot in Dallas, Texas, and later announced that he had died. The atmosphere was primarily one of disbelief, understandable in a roomful of 14-year-olds. This was compounded for me on Sunday (November 24th) when I watched Jack Ruby shoot Lee Harvey Oswald on live TV in the basement of the Dallas PD.
Full beard since retiring from the Army in '93.
luvmypets wrote:
Many thanks to your Uncle for his service! I don't know how close to reality the show is but if it is close then the loss of crew and planes was very heavy.
I hope you enjoy the show.
Dodie
Google the 1943 daylight bomb runs over Schweinfurt. The losses were appalling.
Lucasdv123 wrote:
Two hookers sitting in jail talking.one of them asked the other if she had ever been picked up by the fuzz.the other one say," yeah and it hurts like hell."
.....one asked the other, "Where've you been lately; ain't seen you in awhile?". The other one says, " I've been home in bed with Laryngitis". The first one says, "Oh yeah, I know his brother Arthur".
Two hookers walking down the street. One says to the other, " I smell ham burnin'". The other one says, "Maybe we're walkin' too fast".
TheShoe wrote:
You cannot teach stupidity, it is hereditary.
"Artificial Intelligence will never be a match for Natural Stupidity" - John Derbyshire
On a (somewhat?) related note:
The other night I was lying in bed, looking up at the stars, and I wondered "Where the heck is my roof?"
In Saudi Arabia they have what's called a Shamal, which can danged near scour the paint off a vehicle. It makes for a miserable night trying to sleep in a foxhole with a waist-high wall of sandbags and shelter-half "roof". I'd have 6 or 8 inches of sand in there with me that had been blown in through any gap, no matter how small, over the long night; the sound of that constant-velocity wind in my ears was creepy and kind of maddening. Even after close to 34 years, I remember it vividly.
It is; wish I'd made it. I can only take "credit" for the caption. I found the original photo about 8 years ago, just randomly cruisin' the 'net, and thought up the caption when I first saw it. DL'd the pic, added the caption and just held onto it, until your post provided an opening to show it. Thanks!