Author: Aren Cambre

Camera Fun

On Wednesday, Sept. 28, a thunderstorm rolled through my area. The storm knocked the power to a lot of east Dallas out after it rolled through, and the outage lasted for 3 hours.

Since the power was out, I went outside and played with the camera. I am amazed at the kinds of shots I was able to create.

This is looking down my street at, get this, 8:42 PM at night. The sun had set around an hour ago. I got this much light with a 16 second exposure time and ISO-400 equivalent sensitivity. (I can automatically change the emulated film type on this camera.) Part of the brightness is lightning in the distance. It was all cloud lightning.

The clouds are breaking, and stars are showing through. Stunning. Same settings as above.

A neighbor’s car passes down a nearby street.

A few nights earlier, I got this shot of my son playing with one of those green lights. This was given to us by some of my neighbor’s family evacuated Hurricane Rita from Houston.

This is a 5 second exposure with a flash at the end.

That’s Not Transmission Fluid!

As we were walking across the parking lot to church this Sunday, I saw a pool of red fluid on the ground. At first glance I thought it was automatic transmission fluid. It was wet and decently fresh. On closer inspection, I saw that it was too thin to be ATF, and it was blackening in the center, as if it was changing color. It sort of looked like a pool of blood. I didn’t see any other signs of an altercation, so I didn’t suspect anything.

After church, walking back to our car, the pool looked the same. About 1 foot wide, mostly circular, red, with blackening in the center.

Fast forward to Monday. As I was driving home, I heard the local NPR affiliate talk about a guy who was beaten to death in a downtown Dallas parking lot. Was this the pool of blood?

Tonight I get the full scoop: that was it. It turns out a recent high school graduate came to Dallas from Natchez, MS and was beaten to death in an unprovoked fight in downtown Dallas.

Ugh.

Shotgun Tree Trimming

An uncle tried out a new arborist technique, shotgun tree trimming. His story follows:

Hey man, I have the tree under control. I’ve taken several pictures and resized them, but probly won’t attach any tonite. I want to be sure to do them in the right order… (like it matters).

Today I got on the roof with the electric pole chain saw and used some strength that I’ve never had… took off a couple of 3′ sections… then got off the roof, used the same saw to take off a couple more. Tomorrow I’ll crank up the gas saw and take this branch down to the level of the other one. At that point, I’ll stop for now. That’ll take the trunk down to about 6′, at which point I’m not worried that a storm will take it over. It’s more than 6′ from the house.

Yeah, it was a serious pain… but it’s whupped now… as long as I don’t screw up when I take off the next 5′ to 6′. Yeah, I know… that’s a heavy piece, even tho’ it’s dry. I’ll be careful. I’ve survived so far, it’d be a pisser to get hurt now.

Watch for pix tomorrow…

Ah, what the heck… I’ll attach a pic of the “before”… and some “after”.

A long shot:

The dark area along the left side is the ROOF!!!

This you see the gable on the South end… and the TV antenna.

This is shot just about on line with the South end of the house. You can see how the left branch leans seriously over toward the house, and the right branch leans over the chain link fence.

I’m just about to pull down a big branch… notice the effects of the shotgun… you can see where I whittled through the 6″ limb. I had no problem pulling it down. I got off the roof and went to the other side of the fence… and pulled like I meant for the limb to NOT go somewhere I didn’t want it to. No prob. Yeah, I placed my shots so as to make the limb fall away from the house. One of the limbs fell as I placed my last shot. It was great fun. That one was in no danger of hitting house. This one could have, but didn’t even come close.

This is a closeup of the results of the shotgun trimming method. I haven’t had this much fun since the hogs tried to eat my brother!

Here is what I left yesterday.

Different view.

Oops.

Closer up of the oops. I shouldn’t have let the neighbor lady goad me into hurrying up. I could have set up the ladder to be 16.5′, had [the aunt] stand on the bottom, cut off several higher limbs and a good chunk of the big branch, then sectioned it so as to lessen the overall mass… but NOOOOOOOO!!! I have to go and dive in with my trusty little Homelite XL (very small, but I went through the carb, tuned it up, put a new clutch housing and chain on it… It’s a mean little saw. I love it! Nevermind yanking on the cord until you think your shoulder will fall off… it starts the 2nd pull… and after it’s semi-warm, you can just pop the rope about 3″ and it’s purring like a kitten. AND, you can set it down and it’ll sit there and idle until you switch it off… or it runs out of gas. I love little engines. Okay… I’ve broken my arm patting myself on the back. My Weed Eater does the same thing.

My Old Nova, 1 Year Later

A fellow Nova owner’s brother took pictures of my Nova yesterday. It’s at the Little Valley Auto Ranch in Belton, TX. Seeing this Nova 1 year later is weird. It’s almost as morbid as digging up a coffin.

It’s so weird to see this car’s condition and remember all I did with it.

Front left fender. Rear fender tip was replaced. My dad bashed in the front part of this fender on a basketball pole.

Front right fender. It’s not very usable because of the damage.

Front left fender again:

The rusting hulk. Whose file cabinet drawer is that? Aah, the accumulator of the A/C system sticking off the evaporator housing on the firewall. Eww, who put a whitewall tire on the rear?

Driver’s side door. The only usable door.

That’s the A/C condenser on top of the radiator core support.

You can see the power steering gear rebuilt by Lee Manufacturing.

The bench seat I had recovered in 1998. You can see the right side of the instrument panel console. I couldn’t even bring myself to cut a larger hole in it for a different radio back in ’99, yet here it is broken to pieces. It was not in great shape after the wreck.

Aaack, the left knob got broken off the A/C selector.

This was disturbing: mold and mildew on the seats. (I originally typed “my” seats, forgetting that this isn’t “my” car anymore.) The rear seat and front headrests look the worst, but they are original to the car.

The 4 core brass radiator that solved my engine cooling problems back in ’98.

Aaaaah, the important bumper stickers are still there.

Sheesh, rust is taking over.

Nice exhaust, cheap!

These are the brakes that malfunctioned.

Driving Should Be A Right (and Why Pennsylvania Sucks)

Today I learned about a disturbing story in Pennsylvania: a guy told his doctor he has 6-8 beers a day, then the state suspends his driver’s license.

What happened? Pennsylvania requires doctors to report conditions that dramatically affect a person’s ability to drive. This makes sense for things like blindness or dementia.

But why did this innocent guy get his license suspended? Simply because of the possibility of a DUI, even though his last one was 24 years ago!

This happened because we cast driving as a privilege. This means the state may justify any driving restriction per se, legitimizing arbitrary and capricious rules.

Driving should be considered a right. It’s alright for driving to be a limited right with age restrictions. The right should be taken away or amended if there is just cause. But state must have the burden of proving the restriction’s need, not the other way around.

It immensely bothers me that an innocent citizen’s license was taken away. If the doctor reported this observation, and the patient was caught with a DUI after this report, then the doctor’s report may justify more severe consequences. But it’s asinine to remove an innocent person’s license just because he was sharing important information with his doctor. It’s like being hauled in for wife beating just because someone came to a doctor with a wrist injury that is suggestive of the injured person having hit something–anything.

See the Orwellian overtones?

Free societies are special because of a respect for individual liberties and rights. This means you need a valid reason to curtail rights. This means you don’t execute people just for toeing a line. This means you don’t treat people like robots, whose whole life’s purpose is to exactingly meet every rule. In free societies, you cannot expect perfection, and you must tolerate, if not explicitly permit, imperfect behavior. That’s why speed laws require “reasonable and prudent” speeds, not “perfect and guaranteed risk-free” speeds.

The line between “imperfect” and “dangerous or malicious” is open for debate. But this guy wasn’t even given a chance to nudge that line.

You ever see the movie Minority Report? The movie’s premise is:

In the future, criminals are caught before [they even commit a crime], but one of the officers in the special unit is accused of one such crime and sets out to prove his innocence. (IMDB)

I thought this was a dystopian future.

I was wrong.

Today I am proud that I am an ignorant Texas Republican redneck. I would be ashamed to be a Pennsylvanian.