tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26749205216167457522024-03-05T11:50:35.283-05:00Engine 3 PhotoDave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-67667304128835517982016-04-29T07:51:00.000-04:002016-04-29T07:51:43.900-04:00PHOTOGRAPHER SEEKS TO HONOR FIREFIGHTING LINE OF DUTY DEATHS WITH “LAST ALARM:TRIBUTES TO FALLEN FIREFIGHTERS”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For photographer David Murphy, honoring fallen firefighters couldn’t be more important. It starts with the badge on his camera strap, which reads “Old Orchard Beach FD Lieutenant”. It was the badge his father wore as he served their hometown during the year 1977 (his 19th with the department). It’s one of David’s most cherished possessions since coming across it in a box of family keepsakes in a move about 2 years ago. Another of those cherished possessions is a key to David’s passion for photography, a simple Kodak snapshot from a go-kart parade down route 1 in Scarborough in the summer of 1977. Sitting in the lap of his father, William R. Murphy, Jr.,the two rode down the main traffic route in town. It’s the last photo of the two together. On his day off on December 7th, 1977, David’s father called in to the dispatcher to advise them he was responding to the call of a dog that had fallen through the ice of a pond up the street from their home. Following the successful extraction of the dog, alive, Murphy complained of fatigue, went up to his truck and suffered a major heart attack. He was revived on site, but lost on the way into Maine Medical Center in Portland.<br />
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Since December 7th, 2013, David has attended memorials and services that have had an organic connection to his life experiences as a Line Of Duty Death (LODD) Survivor. It began with David’s first visit to Worcester, Massachusetts for a Christmas concert by Christian artist Jeremy Camp. While there, he visited the Worcester Fallen Firefighters Memorial, commemorating the deaths of “the Worcester 6” on December 3rd, 1999 (four days before the 22nd Anniversary of David’s father’s LODD). It was the initial inspiration of “Last Alarm:Tributes to Fallen Firefighters”. David identified with the families of the Worcester 6 because the event happened just 4 days before the anniversary of his father’s death. He was well aware of the sort of emotions they would go through at the holidays and on other special occasions with the absences of their loved ones.<br />
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The following March, David was in Boston to celebrate his 40th birthday with a concert by the Grammy Award winning band Switchfoot, including a photo pass to photograph the performance thanks to their management company, Red Light Management. The following day, David visited the Massachusetts Fallen Firefighters Memorial at the state capitol building. While approaching the state park rangers at the gates, they engaged in a brief conversation and the rangers opened the gate on a Sunday afternoon to allow him the opportunity to photograph the memorial from inside the fence. Three days later, on David’s 40th birthday of March 26th, Boston Fire lost Lt. Ed Walsh Jr. and FF Mike Kennedy in a wind-fueled 9 alarm fire on Beacon Street. David returned to Boston for the annual service at the memorial on September 11th to pay tribute to Walsh and Kennedy’s deaths, as well as all other firefighters across the state lost in 2014.<br />
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David has launched a kickstarter online funding initiative to finance the remaining elements for 2016 to finish the project as envisioned. “The Home Stretch: part of the Last Alarm project” is open until May 13th to fund $4000 for travel to Emmitsburg, Maryland for a third time for the dedication of the Project Roll Call space at the national memorial. The space is reserved to honor all LODDs from the years before the establishment of the memorial under President Reagan in 1981, including David’s father’s. The dedication is scheduled for June 11th of 2016. Following that, David hopes to photograph Miami-Dade Fire Rescue’s Engine 3, dedicated on September 11th, 2015 at 8:46 AM to the memory of the members of FDNY killed in the World Trade Center attack. David hopes to finish the project by visiting New York City to photograph the 15th Anniversary of 9/11 at the World Trade Center Memorial.<br />
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In Portland, Maine on the night of September 11, 2001, a staff photographer for the Portland Press Herald took a photo of David, with his head buried in his hands near the front row. The editors of the paper chose that shot as the only local shot on the front page of the September 12th edition, providing another connection and motivation for David to continue this project through to honor the lives lost in the single greatest Line of Duty Death event in American history.<br />
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Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-65949311998278824012014-01-02T01:58:00.000-05:002014-01-02T02:00:46.307-05:00The Past RemainsI'll state the obvious to begin. 2013 is history. The things you said and did are in the past, lost to a memory that will only give you bits and pieces except for the most profound moments, and even those will likely lose clarity with the passage of time. There will be exceptions, just as there are for me. My most noteworthy instance is the purest example of love between a daughter and her father that I've ever seen. It came as an 88 year old man experienced his 64 year old daughter saying "I love you dad" for the last time. Moments before, her senses had been dull for about 5 hours. He stood out of her line of sight for about two and a half hours. When she finally caught sight of him near her kitchen, she asked to bring him over by her hospital bed in the living room. When he approached, the morphine induced haze was swept away like driftwood with the rush of a strong wave. Clarity in her eyes gave way to a deep and abiding love. As he took his place by her side, her eyes resonated with a lifetime of emotion, and she expressed her love simply, but deeply. It is an image I will never forget, even though I had no camera in my hands and I never took the shot. Speaking from a deeply personal experience, the pictures you will regret most in your life will be the ones you never take, like the one I described above. The daughter was my mother Doris, in the final hours of a ten week battle with Stage 4 Breast Cancer. The old father was my Pepere (grandfather for those of you who don't understand Franco-American French), Henry.
It's not about technical expertise, it's not about gear, it's about the preservation of the human experience in the moments that matter. And you might be surprised, when you look back, which moments mattered most. It might come in a child's playful silliness, or it might be the triumphant return home from a fierce battle in another corner of the world. For our soldiers fighting our enemies throughout the Middle East, the innocent silliness of a child brings peace and hope for a brighter future, and resolve to see a difficult mission through to a successful return home. The same is true for an American Pastor now imprisoned for 15 1/2 months in Iran for believing in Jesus Christ instead of Mohammed (Saeed Abedini, father of two, missing his wife and children and enduring the torture of an Anti-Christian regime daily).
So for 2014, resolve to observe and preserve life best as you can. It's an easy resolution to follow through with, and it will bring you treasure, but not prosperity. Don't worry about the $5,000 thirty-something megapixel camera and the $2,600 lens. You only need those if you intend to make a living at photography by commercially selling large prints, and that market is incredibly hard to have success in (I know because I've been trying (unsuccessfully) to do so for 3 years. In fact, when I started this quest, I still owned the home overlooking the Atlantic Ocean where that treasured moment between my mom and her dad happened. Like the woman at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, I was holding on to the that home with every last ounce of resolve. Like Indiana Jones, I was forced to see reason before impending doom and resign myself to the fact that to live my life, I had to let it go forever. The past can only exert as much influence on our present and future as we will empower it to.
By the way, about observing and preserving this life we live, my mother took a photo once while observing my dad and I driving down Route 1 in Scarborough in a go kart during a firefighters convention. My brother and Uncle were riding on adjacent go-karts. It was the last photo I had taken with my dad, he died that December. 25 years later, my cousin Shelly took a photo of my mother and I at Christmas, which ended up being the last photo I would have of us together. Within 2months, she was diagnosed with Stage 4 Breast Cancer. As I said, when you take those pictures, you will find treasure, but not prosperity.
May 2014 bring the peace of the Heavenly Father and His Son to your life and heart. Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-43365763988842784372012-01-30T16:27:00.003-05:002012-01-30T17:20:04.397-05:00Hand of God<a href="http://www.engine3photo.com/Art/2012-Prints/21236930_xjSJMm#!i=1692469684&k=wc3KVtN&lb=1&s=A" title="16 December 2011 Portland,ME-As I was photographing the clouds over Portland, I noticed a bird out of the corner of my eye flying into the frame. I swiveled the camera to a vertical orientation and continued shooting. Forty-five minutes earlier I had said a prayer; "Lord, show me your peace, because I don't feel any in my heart today". When reviewing the photos I had just taken, I was amazed when I rolled to this shot. The cloud structure covering the bottom right quarter of the photo looks distinctly like a cupped hand, the thumb closest to center. Had it not been for the bird flying by, I wouldn't have taken this picture."><img src="http://www.engine3photo.com/Art/2012-Prints/i-wc3KVtN/0/L/DM2011HandofGodColor-L.jpg" title="16 December 2011 Portland,ME-As I was photographing the clouds over Portland, I noticed a bird out of the corner of my eye flying into the frame. I swiveled the camera to a vertical orientation and continued shooting. Forty-five minutes earlier I had said a prayer; "Lord, show me your peace, because I don't feel any in my heart today". When reviewing the photos I had just taken, I was amazed when I rolled to this shot. The cloud structure covering the bottom right quarter of the photo looks distinctly like a cupped hand, the thumb closest to center. Had it not been for the bird flying by, I wouldn't have taken this picture." alt="16 December 2011 Portland,ME-As I was photographing the clouds over Portland, I noticed a bird out of the corner of my eye flying into the frame. I swiveled the camera to a vertical orientation and continued shooting. Forty-five minutes earlier I had said a prayer; "Lord, show me your peace, because I don't feel any in my heart today". When reviewing the photos I had just taken, I was amazed when I rolled to this shot. The cloud structure covering the bottom right quarter of the photo looks distinctly like a cupped hand, the thumb closest to center. Had it not been for the bird flying by, I wouldn't have taken this picture."></a><br /><br />"Lord, show me your peace, because I don't feel any in my heart this morning". These words were in my heart and on my mouth the morning of December 16th, after a series of events that morning had brought me down. Within 45 minutes of saying that prayer, this composition appeared within the viewfinder of my camera. As the bird flew into view, I rotated the camera from a horizontal hold to a vertical one. This was one of the first frames recorded. When I reviewed my shots and saw this, I was amazed and humbled. The distinct shape of a hand through the clouds validated my prayer, uttered in the quiet of my car.<br /><br />I hope that this picture will help relieve your own sense of stress and remind you that you are part of a world that's more than just what we can see.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-41527944141083661722012-01-18T21:00:00.002-05:002012-01-18T21:32:22.615-05:00Sunrise<a href="http://www.engine3photo.com/Dailies/YearOneRestart/12048949_KbNhGj#!i=1647027284&k=C4czBvj&lb=1&s=A" title=""><img src="http://www.engine3photo.com/photos/i-C4czBvj/0/M/i-C4czBvj-M.jpg" title="" alt=""></a><br /><br />In the quiet of the hour or so leading up to a spectacular sunrise, I am studying it, attempting to learn all that I can and improve my instincts for exactly what sort of scene will play out before me. There's so much that I can't discern until it's playing out in front of me, but there's a great deal that I've developed a sense for. I know people may tire of my devotion to capturing the first rays of light over my home, but it won't stop me from capturing it. While I have always appreciated a good sunrise, at its root, it all goes back to a simple prayer said on the National Day of Prayer in 2003. <br /><br />Life has a way of changing your perspective. Sometimes a single moment can define you for years to come. That was the case for me on the morning of May 1st, 2003. It came with the last prayer I heard my mother pray; "Lord, thank you for the sunshine, even though we can't see it. We know it's only because it's where it's needed most".<br />Two days after that prayer, clouds covered the bay at dawn, but the sun quickly burned through them and remained the whole day. A couple hours after that sunset, my mother's spirit left us, following the sun into eternity. The ten weeks that she battled Breast Cancer were cold and filled with snow, rain and gray skies. <br /><br />That prayer made me respect sunrises and the power and hope that they bring to people. Out of my love and respect for my mother Doris, I committed to the preservation of inspirational dawns wherever I happen to be. I hope that at the very least, you can respect that a deeper meaning drives my passion to capture the waking skies over southern Maine and hopefully, one day beyond to other horizons. If you happen to know someone who could use the inspiration of a bold and vibrant sunrise, please consider investing in my work as a source of encouragement. Tell them I caught this one for them, and I hope that it will encourage them to draw near to God and find the strength to continue on, to see what the next sunrise holds for them.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-37004283583010224982012-01-11T17:45:00.003-05:002012-01-11T22:03:10.963-05:00About Engine3Photo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTKsU5ymZzvHNpOgx26zLzxPnqtdE9GizFySgr91OXOwR8jFdpFIh10eBtLF_15b-NVC36JO0Qm12fXKsgtnstbZr8vNGsBAlQnjDLdw8yzfHIdRWIoXlqIg7fIYnNVs_EDNlpwf8Gb4/s1600/03_28_2010_self_portrait.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmTKsU5ymZzvHNpOgx26zLzxPnqtdE9GizFySgr91OXOwR8jFdpFIh10eBtLF_15b-NVC36JO0Qm12fXKsgtnstbZr8vNGsBAlQnjDLdw8yzfHIdRWIoXlqIg7fIYnNVs_EDNlpwf8Gb4/s400/03_28_2010_self_portrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696573941627903970" /></a><br />In the Spring of 1980, the Old Orchard Beach Fire Department held a dedication ceremony. A bronze plaque was placed under the driver's side door of their new Mack CF pumper, designated Engine 3. The truck was dedicated to the memory of the Assistant Chief of the department from 1953 to 1963, William R. Murphy, Sr. It was also dedicated to his son, who shared his name. William R. Murphy, Jr served the department from 1958 to 1977, when he was lost to a heart attack after rescuing a dog that had fallen through the ice at Milliken Mills Pond. It seems to me that the skies above Old Orchard often hold the fires they spent years fighting, especially at sunrise.<br />My name is David Murphy. In 1977, the firefighters in Old Orchard Beach used to call me "Truck", both because I loved the fire trucks and because whenever I was in my dad's old International pickup, I was standing on the bench seat inches away from him. When I decided to try and make a name with my photography, I decided it would not be my own. For one, there are many photographers with the same name. More importantly to me, Engine3Photo represents my dedication of my work to my dad.<br />Since returning to a childhood appreciation of photography that my mother encouraged, I have been blessed with the opportunity to witness many spectacular sights in my home in Southern Maine. I challenge myself to capture and preserve them in such a manner that those who view my work feel like they could have been standing right beside me experiencing it for themselves. <br />In addition to my landscape and nature work, I have also practiced event photography through many concerts for my own portfolio and through gameday coverage for the Portland Pirates through regular season games in the 2009-10 and 2010-11 regular seasons, as well as playoff series against the Manchester Monarchs, Connecticut Whale and the eventual 2011 Calder Cup Champion Binghamton Senators.<br />In 2011, I also received my first award, a bronze award in the 2011 Epson International Pano Awards for my stitched panoramic composition of Casco Bay from Portland Headlight past Ram Island. The piece was titled "Doris' Dawn" in memory of my mother. When reflecting on the piece a week after the work was captured, I felt that she was given the opportunity to observe my life from Heaven. After seeing my struggles and the 4 week old grandson she never had the chance to interact with, I could almost here her in my mind saying "Lord, if ever you were going to paint the most beautiful sunrise I could ask or imagine, the son you gave me is down on those rocks, and he needs this". My sunrises are a collaboration with my Creator, an act of worship, and dedicated to the memory of my mother, who taught me how to truly appreciate them with a simple prayer. "Lord, thank you for the sunshine, even though we can't see it. We know that it's only because it's where it's needed most">Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-47998440421957861812012-01-09T23:28:00.002-05:002012-01-09T23:33:56.775-05:00Restart coming next weekFor years this blog has sat receiving very little TLC. That is about to change. In my efforts to turn my obvious passion for photography into the means by which I attempt to fulfill my role for providing a better life for my family, this blog will soon receive a restart. There is much I have to learn, but also some which I can teach. As experience is the best teacher, I will be making every effort to share some of what I have learned. This blog will be meant for the novice photographer/dreamer, at least to start. That and those who have taken an interest in me and my work, beginning with an introduction that will link back to my official site, Engine3Photo.com. Included will be a new look for the blog, as much as I can fashion, at least.<br />Have a great night, and don't lose any sleep over me...Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-15808071345337278112011-08-21T01:21:00.002-04:002011-08-21T01:55:09.306-04:00Why pay for photography when you can just right-click As I write this reboot of the blog where I started trying to gain some traction back in 2008 as a serious hobbyist, the question that titles it seems all too menacing. I confess to substantial frustration at my inability to generate even a modest income to help pay for the repairs on a car that needs a total overhaul after 3 years without being roadworthy, or cover the property taxes that will soon force the sale of a property that's been in my family for 40 years. I've even gone so far as giving my time and talents to my local minor league hockey team in hopes that their owner might see some benefit from having a photographer on hand for everything. All I've learned from that experience is that if I'm not willing to do it for free, someone with less skill who's where I was 3 years ago will.
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<br /> In a sense, I stopped caring about selling my photography this summer. I still want to make it happen, but a few months ago, a fellow photographer here in Southern Maine was hit with one of those hairpin turns in life. His name is Scott, and while he was on a family vacation, he got sick and was admitted to a hospital in Florida. He found out that he had Cirrhosis of the Liver. That vacation cost an extra $14,000 in medical expenses. The hospital started calling on the bills and about a month ago said that if he could come up with ten, they'd forgive the other 4. I sent him a message asking him why he didn't offer some of his photography for sale. He ended up selling a greeting card pack with a shot of Screw Auger Falls he had taken. Between that and donations, he was able to meet the hospitals arrangement. I'm glad that sort of thing worked for somebody. Scott still has serious needs, has been in and out of the hospital and will not survive without a liver transplant.
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<br /> The answer to the question I started this with is because for most people doing photography today, it's not about a big house, fast cars, etc. It's about getting out from under crushing debts caused by living paycheck to paycheck with health insurance that prevents catastrophic losses only ($2500 deductibles per year to make health insurance affordable should be a crime). It's about being able to keep their car in proper working order, before an engine block splits or a tire blows or the radiator stops working right. And it's about being able to cover the mortgage AND taxes rather than ask themselves who would take possession of the property the fastest. So the next time you see a picture you really like on a photographers website, consider buying a small print or download, or contacting the photographer by e-mail asking them what they would want for the picture. It may only be $5 to you, but if 1000 people did the same, that photographer might be able to eliminate ten other creditors phone calls. That would be the power of the American dream right there.
<br />Enjoy the sunshine while you can, because when you need it, someone else might need it more.
<br />Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-16006843981908521152010-08-07T06:28:00.003-04:002010-08-07T06:32:29.427-04:00Daily Photo - Cross to Bear (8/7/2010)<a href="http://engine3photo.smugmug.com/Dailies/YearOneRestart/12048949_ChUNF#961189361_MBnA6-A-LB" title="06 August 2010 Gilford, NH-A cross on display at Soulfest 2010 at Gunstock Mountain."><img src="http://engine3photo.smugmug.com/Dailies/YearOneRestart/08072010CrosstoBear/961189361_MBnA6-M.jpg" title="06 August 2010 Gilford, NH-A cross on display at Soulfest 2010 at Gunstock Mountain." alt="06 August 2010 Gilford, NH-A cross on display at Soulfest 2010 at Gunstock Mountain." /></a><h3 style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span class="UIStory_Message" style="font-size:100%;">My intent with this photo is not to offend, but to be honest about my own faith. Looking back, I placed every own of those nails on this cross with my thoughts, with my actions, with all the ways I've failed friends, family and even strangers. Martin Luther, one of the founders of the Protestant movement in England, <span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">made the following statement:<br /><br />"I have held many things in my hands and lost them all, but whatever I have placed in God's hands, I still possess".<br /><br />I found that quote, clearly legible on a soaked scrap of paper, floating in 18 inches of freestanding water in my bedroom in 1998, shortly after I pulled a submerged, live surge protector out of the wall and up out of the water, when it instantly began to smoke. I didn't realize it was still plugged in until after I was standing calf deep in the water in front of it. I did not take a shock.<br />This post is in honor of my parents and my Grammy, Grampy, Memere and Pepere. They are directly responsible for who I am today, both by their presence and their absence (as well as many others). I wish they would have been able to hold their grandson and great grandson this fall...<br />"Everything is Wonderful"<br /><br />Special thanks to Matthew Mishkin Photography <a href="http://www.matthewmishkin.com/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://www.matthewmishkin.com/</a><br />for the use of the Canon EF 24-70 f/2.8L USM lens used to make this photograph.</span></span></h3>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-37691850078340070682009-09-11T08:37:00.006-04:002009-09-11T10:50:18.978-04:00remember...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-sw5xpaHH_nVWEwA7no7oX-zGua1tYkId5iIXAU3s0Js-iY7wYGapHI8hVCl_tXsRZWJ_IEIZViZoAhKhj18YzegmAjxvnM4iaNEYafgB-T0lugAGovB-fKJIrkWBczSoTRP84FbYD8/s1600-h/Flags+at+Portland+Head+Selective.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6-sw5xpaHH_nVWEwA7no7oX-zGua1tYkId5iIXAU3s0Js-iY7wYGapHI8hVCl_tXsRZWJ_IEIZViZoAhKhj18YzegmAjxvnM4iaNEYafgB-T0lugAGovB-fKJIrkWBczSoTRP84FbYD8/s400/Flags+at+Portland+Head+Selective.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380193106416058866" border="0" /></a>Eight years ago today, the world we had lived in vanished in an enormous cloud of smoke thundering down the streets of Manhattan, chasing innocent bystanders like a scene from an old Japanese monster movie. Where the scene differed from those movies, in addition to the fact that it really happened, was in what you saw before it happened. In those movies, you rarely saw more than one or two heroes who dared to run towards the monster that threatened their lives and the lives of those around them. But in our surreal-ish reality, there were hundreds who stared into the gaping throat of the monster and lunged without regard for their own safety to rescue their unknown brothers and sisters of the human race.<br />On that day, I prayed with all of my heart for those true heroes of American history. It still turns my stomach to remember. As the son of a volunteer firefighter who died in the line of duty, I know better than most the ache of loneliness that those children will feel for years and decades to come. It may become more bearable, but it never goes away. I didn't know the number, but I knew many would likely not make it out. Still, each day after September 11th became progressively harder, short term, as it became apparent that survivors would be rare.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">343....</span><br />That was the final tally of firefighters who gave their lives doing their job.<br />May God's peace be with the families of the 343 today and always. And may his mercy be with the souls of those who left this world in preparation for eternity that day.<br />Whenever you see flashing lights or hear sirens wailing away, let it serve as a reminder to pray for God's protection over the lives of those men and women who are willing daily to sacrifice all they are and have to keep our communities safe.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-19797168195277035412009-07-05T10:25:00.007-04:002009-07-05T23:08:05.669-04:00Inspiration through Insomniatic ADD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKef2ZU4WkekDyQ5mpyl5dWLuqlpZjR33ZUxmFF4uPxLXnJSBTyIOvO1vvMROQE59Xl5FCgVC6U6WydNmv0Auxn5Wkfjr49iRy8TiJW3eXe7GV_VTb7-mQ_His4u8X1ztJUyhK233HrY/s1600-h/ScarboroughMarshBridge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUKef2ZU4WkekDyQ5mpyl5dWLuqlpZjR33ZUxmFF4uPxLXnJSBTyIOvO1vvMROQE59Xl5FCgVC6U6WydNmv0Auxn5Wkfjr49iRy8TiJW3eXe7GV_VTb7-mQ_His4u8X1ztJUyhK233HrY/s400/ScarboroughMarshBridge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354982621899816850" border="0" /></a>So I woke up this morning at about 4:10. I decided that after a few solid weeks of rain, I wanted to stay up for the sunrise. I also decided that I didn't want to watch the sunrise from the front yard, looking out over Prout's Neck like I usually do. Instead, I took a 10 minute drive and was transported to another world. This bridge stands at the entrance of the Scarborough Marsh. Beyond it lies a diverse ecosystem of flora, avian life (birds) and sea life. It was low tide when I went, so part of the marsh bed was exposed. I was, as usual, content to watch the sunrise, when my wife told me to look at the snails. "What snails?" I asked. She pointed along the rocks, where dozens of snails were sticking to the sides and tops of the rocks. We also saw a small crab, no more than 2 inches across. Pictures will be up on my website, http://engine3photo.smugmug.com<br />I was very pleased with the way some of them came out.<br />Just goes to show you a taste of what the rest of the world is missing when us insomniacs wake up and stay up at 4 AM.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIH6NjFIdqs29KnSoqyLJCOcM0DCDvAKr4hEYz6STxAoY26zddHSo8CvVTuVQMHdXI1cA6YFo614ro15oYIDW9D5ZfrTd_tSvUv7OwsctLq7Ty4Nie5rdvyZ3HPl1D82_WxGclYeE1NsA/s1600-h/2Snails@sunrise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIH6NjFIdqs29KnSoqyLJCOcM0DCDvAKr4hEYz6STxAoY26zddHSo8CvVTuVQMHdXI1cA6YFo614ro15oYIDW9D5ZfrTd_tSvUv7OwsctLq7Ty4Nie5rdvyZ3HPl1D82_WxGclYeE1NsA/s400/2Snails@sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355178453104452850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbcxyHo2oSZrQ4ZUJFsMZ4NtaD15pSbFQV4pUQ3EaKrXT9bP33C8-oEuhJyK0IRKpfRsgaVzB0YfY236uWb2Tq5ZvFpN1YwkdQ0y1SVADKTejDAGvBDEndW97LayNq57YSxumGQvQlyg/s1600-h/3Snails@sunrise.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbcxyHo2oSZrQ4ZUJFsMZ4NtaD15pSbFQV4pUQ3EaKrXT9bP33C8-oEuhJyK0IRKpfRsgaVzB0YfY236uWb2Tq5ZvFpN1YwkdQ0y1SVADKTejDAGvBDEndW97LayNq57YSxumGQvQlyg/s400/3Snails@sunrise.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355178457510444226" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-6840871088921815542009-06-18T06:03:00.004-04:002009-06-18T06:20:56.726-04:00It's about Redundancy, noob...It's a term you don't think much about until it walks up and smacks you in the back of the head.<br />Take this morning, when I woke up at 4 and went out to check out the sunrise from a different perspective. Over the years, I've gotten some beautiful sunrises from the front yard on Scollard Road. Today I walked down to the West Grand Ave side of the Pier to photograph a different view of Saco Bay. As I composed my first shot, the camera shut down on me. I tried to turn it back on, but the batteries were dead. I swapped them out, not realizing that the rechargeables I had in the bag were also dead. Thus, I packed up my gear and began the walk back to my home to a growing palette of yellows, oranges pinks and blues. As I continued my walk, I watched as an entire flock of Canadian Geese, in v-formation, flew before my eyes ( apicture I will watch patiently for in the coming weeks). The cloud cover this morning was made of appoximately 10 horizontally banded streams in what can best be described as an opened clutch fan held before you at about a ten degree angle, with the convergance point to the right of the skyline. It was a beautiful sunrise.<br />From it, I learned to have a backup of a backup with regards to my batteries.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-67654330229548260642009-06-10T21:43:00.003-04:002009-06-10T21:59:42.962-04:00The Green Box and Presets: Unleash your art...Many people live their lives in a number of boxes...the work box, the church box, the family box. Many snapshootists, shutterbugs and photographers spend their lives in the Green box, the face box (portrait mode), the sports box (sports mode) and so on and so forth.<br />My challenge to you, as a fellow artist, is to unleash your art by not allowing your camera to tell you how to take a picture and what settings to use.<br />I offer a brief illustration; The following pictures were taken the other morning. On this shot, I decided the white balance, iso setting, shutter speed and aperture opening. Afterwards, I tweaked various elements in photoshop, but not by much. I did a simple levels adjustment to darken the entire image slightly, followed by +20 bumps in saturation levels in the reds, yellows, blues and cyans, to really work the definition of the shot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engine3photo.smugmug.com/photos/560479985_MVyhU-M.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 377px;" src="http://engine3photo.smugmug.com/photos/560479985_MVyhU-M.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />This shot was taken using the camera's landscape mode with no post processing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/8178/proutsneckskylineunproc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1280px; height: 960px;" src="http://img37.imageshack.us/img37/8178/proutsneckskylineunproc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This is the same image, post processed in a similar manner to the first.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engine3photo.smugmug.com/photos/560491769_DqVuD-XL.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1024px; height: 768px;" src="http://engine3photo.smugmug.com/photos/560491769_DqVuD-XL.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>While I like the look of what the camera presented for settings, I just feel the composition I got by switching to manual mode and working all the elements worked with more dramatic lighting elements. Again, I encourage you to unleash your art and learn how to work the entire dial on your camera, not just the presets. They give you a safe picture, but not always the one you wanted.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-40744976525947848852009-05-26T21:57:00.003-04:002009-05-26T22:10:00.172-04:00Been hecticSo Spring is nearly over and I'm getting ready for the summer. Means prepping rentals for the 10 week season. I haven't left photography, but I am going in a slightly different direction. I'm hoping to make a side business out of it eventually. I now have both a flickr and smugmug site, though smugmug will be the one seeing regular updates. I'll try to keep blogging here longterm and will likely be restarting midway through the summer, after I've upgraded my equipment.<br />Speaking of which, someone might appreciate the thought process I'm going through. I'm looking at obtaining a professional digital SLR by mid-july. The one I'm planning on is the Canon Eos 1D mark IIn. The camera originally retailed for over $4000. I'm hoping to get one for $1400. I know it seems like a lot, but you can take pix in bad weather because everything is sealed. It also has redundancy, writing to 2 cards simultaneously, and can fire off 8.2 frames per second. It's overkill until you think about shooting sports, and I plan on attempting to shoot the Portland Pirates on a regular basis.<br />The past few days, I've been working on the preliminaries of my brand work. Below is my color and text scheme as shown on what will be my business card. I'm really beginning to enjoy graphic design through Photoshop. Don't expect much on here in the next six weeks, but after that, hopefully I'll be updating regularly both to this site and to my engine3photo.smugmug.com account. Hope life finds you well as you read this. God bless<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrapttfL_LGXFAxOyeXTXJowfvO2-iV7T1yhWAVwUyUIIn9p92qls60hfyGr351s26FM072BTEZ5NwFu2wfWziQ92hJfNOkmXGqRrdWI3blsYYPTFXyQFMhIgiRJGdlHTkoRKPxg8yk_s/s1600-h/Engine3BizCard.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrapttfL_LGXFAxOyeXTXJowfvO2-iV7T1yhWAVwUyUIIn9p92qls60hfyGr351s26FM072BTEZ5NwFu2wfWziQ92hJfNOkmXGqRrdWI3blsYYPTFXyQFMhIgiRJGdlHTkoRKPxg8yk_s/s400/Engine3BizCard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340319187028992562" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-64857574963695609692009-02-18T17:57:00.001-05:002009-02-18T17:59:55.476-05:00Watermark<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn8qZMS-XWYKn6nLLJFEAed5iJkqGMVcxSkAz4byZRmJNrV15s2cpEPSr-76rFL_17VNpVyzR_Vs8fLsWvFSTyACsPJiJTidSaLi2DRupjUaVszoM3XdtqYTnySBQzZfZFdj4Pqb39Sg/s1600-h/eng3photo_Mack_Dog_watermark.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkn8qZMS-XWYKn6nLLJFEAed5iJkqGMVcxSkAz4byZRmJNrV15s2cpEPSr-76rFL_17VNpVyzR_Vs8fLsWvFSTyACsPJiJTidSaLi2DRupjUaVszoM3XdtqYTnySBQzZfZFdj4Pqb39Sg/s400/eng3photo_Mack_Dog_watermark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304275944757910770" border="0" /></a><br />This is my design idea for the watermark for my photography. Its the Mack Dog from the front of engine 3 in Old Orchard, photoshopped to make it less intrusive in my photos. The final version will be placed as a cover layer at 50% opacity (semi-transparent on the picture).Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-73491748046467437452009-01-16T23:30:00.002-05:002009-01-16T23:33:11.934-05:00Part of the Family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXo-sps1wAn8is3BPss5S8wL7wPaBZHzS_gctniJeAiju2RniVwMBPxW6uRwfXTzQlKEMcJLzOtr3GnCgC0j6O1ANb-f_9yntsTmm0T-1IwXawJrZz-WuQM1bSGP0qL4gr3ifLkUJ6244/s1600-h/Zeke_Portrait.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXo-sps1wAn8is3BPss5S8wL7wPaBZHzS_gctniJeAiju2RniVwMBPxW6uRwfXTzQlKEMcJLzOtr3GnCgC0j6O1ANb-f_9yntsTmm0T-1IwXawJrZz-WuQM1bSGP0qL4gr3ifLkUJ6244/s400/Zeke_Portrait.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292115959728511186" border="0" /></a><br />This is our recent addition to our family, Zeke. We got him from Smiling Hill Farm in Westbrook in late September. He's almost six months and we care a great deal for him, even when he goes berserk at eleven at night.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-88727683641995712009-01-08T22:05:00.002-05:002009-01-08T22:07:11.407-05:00Lights at Christmastime<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsWEBcDiCnTAv_VkmWks0oSONm9dBljMecHFFUnXvY-cMw7y_hZSNerEWclZVJKM2vsTlCZxCPb8kdrhbRYMKIGpXYuJT7TZ5TfQFX_AxQmFSJducIg_0xiHnTFYamxzKiMbxlr2Wks0/s1600-h/Christmas_Lights_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsWEBcDiCnTAv_VkmWks0oSONm9dBljMecHFFUnXvY-cMw7y_hZSNerEWclZVJKM2vsTlCZxCPb8kdrhbRYMKIGpXYuJT7TZ5TfQFX_AxQmFSJducIg_0xiHnTFYamxzKiMbxlr2Wks0/s400/Christmas_Lights_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289125200077422514" border="0" /></a><br />Retail doesn't affor much time to stop and enjoy the season, so I had to make due with after Christmas. This house is near my apartment and had some striking lights. Enjoy, and watch for more posts this weekend.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-2104632603260029622008-12-03T07:55:00.002-05:002008-12-03T08:36:27.947-05:00Cascade Inn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4FcXo9MScL9t3J88A2l2zRDMqAhyDedSz7TsS2s4yFU2WVhyphenhyphenXMd0pbPhT2LdCfXdPNGac6YFtRci0rvMBG8M-KpRiYaiCVfRUw-dc8wo-9MH_EdD676tKwyy08AJ86FphUHArYIb5Ys/s1600-h/IMG_5880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb4FcXo9MScL9t3J88A2l2zRDMqAhyDedSz7TsS2s4yFU2WVhyphenhyphenXMd0pbPhT2LdCfXdPNGac6YFtRci0rvMBG8M-KpRiYaiCVfRUw-dc8wo-9MH_EdD676tKwyy08AJ86FphUHArYIb5Ys/s400/IMG_5880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275557200823620274" border="0" /></a><br />For years, the Cascade Inn was a staple for Route 1 in Saco. They provided lodging through a series of small one and two room cabins and through the Inn, but they were most popular for providing a reasonably priced family dining restaurant. The restaurant and all but one cabin were demolished this year, but fortunately, the real estate company that now owns the property hasn't clearcut it yet, as some other local firms have been doing. When I originally took the photo, it had a strong yellow colorcast to it. Fortunatley I was able to reclaim the proper color adjustment with just a few minutes of work in Photoshop. Above is the result.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-6057812116480547472008-11-27T10:15:00.002-05:002008-11-27T10:44:49.786-05:00Portland HarborThis photo of a tanker and Spring Point Lighthouse was taken summer '07. I I loved the overall composition of the picture, especially with the tattered flag flying right in front of the lens. I'll have more pix later.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_-norvquudjGqyHUDmcTWs6g8gBqZg-AwaWJFSV0MOQrWJeqePM3xIYvcj6rkH6VRUXTtBRUFYTW-R-jZ3iHhyphenhyphenMXz8yfbaxDrUukfJbqOrume5LKk9B__kbMjdhZjt_K_lg98hXI4fw/s1600-h/Portland_Harbor_Tanker_Crop_08_03_2007_800.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 223px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP_-norvquudjGqyHUDmcTWs6g8gBqZg-AwaWJFSV0MOQrWJeqePM3xIYvcj6rkH6VRUXTtBRUFYTW-R-jZ3iHhyphenhyphenMXz8yfbaxDrUukfJbqOrume5LKk9B__kbMjdhZjt_K_lg98hXI4fw/s400/Portland_Harbor_Tanker_Crop_08_03_2007_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273363713933779474" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-63631619357782433892008-11-16T18:07:00.002-05:002008-11-16T18:14:01.186-05:00Why photography matters to me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-mvwsq0fcK-mD7I3_2NQgVOj_11LYLgDZ6OCmMOUZwmcsQyyrZ12C_djwSHDc2V4Qz89fwzfdjA8fdVF-HNePcj9pB9CPeKBRm0GxkOU7SeJXw36P5Sm0x8pPMsBXoPBfY4wbxaBvIo/s1600-h/Route_1_Run_small.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN-mvwsq0fcK-mD7I3_2NQgVOj_11LYLgDZ6OCmMOUZwmcsQyyrZ12C_djwSHDc2V4Qz89fwzfdjA8fdVF-HNePcj9pB9CPeKBRm0GxkOU7SeJXw36P5Sm0x8pPMsBXoPBfY4wbxaBvIo/s400/Route_1_Run_small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269397585188374690" border="0" /></a><br />Photography is an essential tool for the preservation of contemporary culture for future generations. The above picture was taken in the second half of 1977, less than 6 months before my dad's death. Thelittle guy in the red hat is me. For me, it's a priceless treasure, irreplaceable. Posting it online also means as long as this blog exists, I'll always be able to find it. Thanks for looking.Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-82642197716637655252008-11-05T22:54:00.002-05:002008-11-05T23:01:22.913-05:00Engine 3<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TyMiuROv3ulpNnNwWgQobOJWKyLSgav5fjx5yUz_Opy6AE8nDmjpti_uBolkLkn1_fFCd26CZX6Il7AVceel3Oquon_9QGO413JhJHQIfPdGTZRspMWi3t7bl7xcpwP_uQ_ay7H7F8A/s1600-h/Dedication_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8TyMiuROv3ulpNnNwWgQobOJWKyLSgav5fjx5yUz_Opy6AE8nDmjpti_uBolkLkn1_fFCd26CZX6Il7AVceel3Oquon_9QGO413JhJHQIfPdGTZRspMWi3t7bl7xcpwP_uQ_ay7H7F8A/s400/Dedication_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265389565950086018" border="0" /></a><br />A couple weeks ago I had the opportunity to go back to my hometown (a whopping 15 minutes drive) and spend some time with the truck my dad was instrumental in securing the funds for. I feel it's appropriate to post a few of the best shots here. As a little boy, I was fascinated by fire trucks and by Mack trucks in particular. Somewhere in the stuff I won't touch till I have a genuine home to move into, I even have a couple Mack bulldog lapel pins. Here's a few of my favorites.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMAAc-Eesta0oYJJ_wtemv7Aqvsu3NbtGRtm0CrU6zssiKdKeWK6BENWvzP7pBuu3ZXVQ8NlPL-4qStX_ybk_TaDTvLNs7BjBN1Fu12EjStmdmUCjHBPj8JwY-HLSzTmHphC6ND-ttbs/s1600-h/Engine_3_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMAAc-Eesta0oYJJ_wtemv7Aqvsu3NbtGRtm0CrU6zssiKdKeWK6BENWvzP7pBuu3ZXVQ8NlPL-4qStX_ybk_TaDTvLNs7BjBN1Fu12EjStmdmUCjHBPj8JwY-HLSzTmHphC6ND-ttbs/s400/Engine_3_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265389570853793538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKh-HO3bFMw-SZf_HMToGnbP29Yst9EuQ49JetXlL5GbgHle1CyDktIStRPpjddL6ZgsPWMMvPqmeLAmSaUsjfLDDK-HUM-xzjNsPdKCZqNbf_Sn9DCXj0qN7zPG1CyW_kW3WNRvi1lT0/s1600-h/Engine_3_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKh-HO3bFMw-SZf_HMToGnbP29Yst9EuQ49JetXlL5GbgHle1CyDktIStRPpjddL6ZgsPWMMvPqmeLAmSaUsjfLDDK-HUM-xzjNsPdKCZqNbf_Sn9DCXj0qN7zPG1CyW_kW3WNRvi1lT0/s400/Engine_3_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265389571871229602" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-59096109267501076722008-10-30T17:27:00.000-04:002008-10-31T07:57:29.412-04:00American Duty<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivf3ctzbxu964F4sj0KgIvPyPeS-EhdBhzJYwyx2cag2IFYjMpcnqroG5lsqkTcDp5okWhkeG-ovbtSaD9yAp-px7o1CunyPAotS5Jf4DDEGXRIPPzowdq4HW7nSuFMxtBAcLi6epHJGM/s1600-h/Fort_Williams_Flag.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivf3ctzbxu964F4sj0KgIvPyPeS-EhdBhzJYwyx2cag2IFYjMpcnqroG5lsqkTcDp5okWhkeG-ovbtSaD9yAp-px7o1CunyPAotS5Jf4DDEGXRIPPzowdq4HW7nSuFMxtBAcLi6epHJGM/s400/Fort_Williams_Flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263063759716365362" border="0" /></a><br />I was at Fort Williams park in Cape Elizabeth today and took a couple pictures. Next Tuesday represents an important day in both local politics for the State of Maine as well as national politics.<br />Please remember to vote, whatever your political leaning. It is a right that has been secured for each of us by the sacrifice of hundreds of thousands over 232+ years. We should make informed decisions about our leadership and the direction of our government in order to secure the same freedoms for our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren in the hopes that they can enjoy the same freedoms 232 years from now.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFy6U5ZLB6VyjnDNL4DBlu4SUWoPFoE5b-JNW4XxLWThHI_W9SIi6MYW7H5CAxIiRNtf6ZP0MPQNtP55sMHP39l7FhAkhe_0JT_K6rPV0VHdEGb389SwJws1z_DvNB30zvGp9Y04ZbrOE/s1600-h/Fort_Williams.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFy6U5ZLB6VyjnDNL4DBlu4SUWoPFoE5b-JNW4XxLWThHI_W9SIi6MYW7H5CAxIiRNtf6ZP0MPQNtP55sMHP39l7FhAkhe_0JT_K6rPV0VHdEGb389SwJws1z_DvNB30zvGp9Y04ZbrOE/s400/Fort_Williams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263063761357352066" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-7535805107639091552008-10-26T09:59:00.000-04:002008-10-26T10:08:19.734-04:00"God Breathed"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGDvI5qrpgSDkV721nC3ASU4yEmrzIFr441z3rXIyJaXnX-Ks_zJM84ZF5zsB_aIoOf3GUgD6osvFQUjXDpa54u-0BT1fMMaRnavsgA4NaxjvPT7YUO-PJcOh2wzPSC6PsIDxtHteyrg/s1600-h/engine3photo_December_Dawn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFGDvI5qrpgSDkV721nC3ASU4yEmrzIFr441z3rXIyJaXnX-Ks_zJM84ZF5zsB_aIoOf3GUgD6osvFQUjXDpa54u-0BT1fMMaRnavsgA4NaxjvPT7YUO-PJcOh2wzPSC6PsIDxtHteyrg/s400/engine3photo_December_Dawn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261463932630320658" border="0" /></a><br />This photo was one of the first with my current camera. The word inspired originally meant "God Breathed". This photo inspired me to believe that I can actually touch somebody with my photography. This particular photo came when I couldn't get back to sleep and decided to look out the window when I lived in Old Orchard. Sometimes all that is necessary for God's inspiration is for us to be semi-alert and observant. I hope you enjoy this picture. If you are interested in a print of this or any picture, just e-mail me at engine3photo@gmail.comDave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-22374221678711574202008-10-22T11:21:00.000-04:002008-10-22T11:29:58.418-04:00Tread LightlyThis morning Liz was watching Martha Stewart and I watched a segment with a Doctor on pollution in the pacific ocean. He was visiting the island of Midway and found various plastic items <span style="font-style: italic;">inside</span> the carcasses of dead birds on the beach. It reminded me of the debris on Old Orchard Beach last Spring just a week before the start of the rental season. Here are two pictures that I took back then. The first one I call "Tread Lightly". It highlights two pieces of a decaying boot sole as well as some sort of hypodermic needle. These items all washed up on the shore in a storm surge. We have a responsibility to leave our lands and oceans better than we found them for all of our children and the generations that will follow them.The second one I call "Lighter Litter". I don't know if it was in the storm surge, or just a disposable lighter that someone spent while walking the beach, but either way, it was where it didn't belong. If you look to the right of the focal blade of grass in the foreground, you'll see a brighter green object. That's the lighter.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozySRL2jmtU70z2mzljBuvn0OCXHsOCRPS3Mln-KTjzFhiHVWa2Auk7sEvR2NtXwF7BOhvFnYb3C-MpUB9R2vGznlssmcWMBatahvjddqKu91ejbEwJhpIJnCMLzfuAMhWadup6jZykE/s1600-h/Tread_Lightly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjozySRL2jmtU70z2mzljBuvn0OCXHsOCRPS3Mln-KTjzFhiHVWa2Auk7sEvR2NtXwF7BOhvFnYb3C-MpUB9R2vGznlssmcWMBatahvjddqKu91ejbEwJhpIJnCMLzfuAMhWadup6jZykE/s400/Tread_Lightly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260000746222265682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUQjOgyS8OqfRYHFtCQIcfzT-SiyBetLBsQGB4rcr_BQwwHQB28j-q9jmU9deRtV68J0Aij6oJwM75wfl0UjEk0vHBvYrXHuIIczBe5q5s81H5-_viWeyonMmej-cOyZRHpmXawi9prs/s1600-h/Lighter_Beach_Bokeh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyUQjOgyS8OqfRYHFtCQIcfzT-SiyBetLBsQGB4rcr_BQwwHQB28j-q9jmU9deRtV68J0Aij6oJwM75wfl0UjEk0vHBvYrXHuIIczBe5q5s81H5-_viWeyonMmej-cOyZRHpmXawi9prs/s400/Lighter_Beach_Bokeh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260000744741879570" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-79549720009321914242008-10-22T11:02:00.001-04:002008-10-22T11:07:48.296-04:00Corn MazeMy wife and I went to a Corn Maze in Dayton Maine last weekend and I brought the camera along. We went with some of her co-workers as a prize for a work challenge they had. We made a few bad turns, but overall we made solid time, covering the entire maze in under an hour. Here are the pix:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaFpyhH4G5zpqrXtwD-6GD-5iZ2rULHnHK6W5DekEnXkrYVybJq6Os7PSAeHOdq9LPi2x9OBGctCkv12LuQJRPvSfZH5Z2vnmVhLnGx0KCeIACFnPLJryXAEYULzzzzvDHd1yh1a71f8/s1600-h/Dayton_Corn_Maze_01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaFpyhH4G5zpqrXtwD-6GD-5iZ2rULHnHK6W5DekEnXkrYVybJq6Os7PSAeHOdq9LPi2x9OBGctCkv12LuQJRPvSfZH5Z2vnmVhLnGx0KCeIACFnPLJryXAEYULzzzzvDHd1yh1a71f8/s400/Dayton_Corn_Maze_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995008303012594" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8az1CDGFMEYYaac6I0c-EuUdIq3jBvj6VO1deVpUtK6wcQUiNeSH2Zwr89K0WO6gxeRe4CDL2XZskGrm5mG0VuWwKPifKmlse8pQX_cdwDjWRJ2Ufc7Ie5yQ9PIy5fq6iMUWWGX_e9M/s1600-h/Dayton_Corn_Maze_03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8az1CDGFMEYYaac6I0c-EuUdIq3jBvj6VO1deVpUtK6wcQUiNeSH2Zwr89K0WO6gxeRe4CDL2XZskGrm5mG0VuWwKPifKmlse8pQX_cdwDjWRJ2Ufc7Ie5yQ9PIy5fq6iMUWWGX_e9M/s400/Dayton_Corn_Maze_03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995011705131922" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_s0FFcXZ-84tyZ2yhB9M9NUfOM-axNDJtlyGOMZOHTFykSw9osWp0yyeU1VUBzLLP2YCbMPLghaQYGlYrG94LxCXfe9A-jNYYMW3AaUxKugofRUdmVlTHt6opJ7nc0Vdw3ECyd0leBqg/s1600-h/Dayton_Corn_Maze_04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_s0FFcXZ-84tyZ2yhB9M9NUfOM-axNDJtlyGOMZOHTFykSw9osWp0yyeU1VUBzLLP2YCbMPLghaQYGlYrG94LxCXfe9A-jNYYMW3AaUxKugofRUdmVlTHt6opJ7nc0Vdw3ECyd0leBqg/s400/Dayton_Corn_Maze_04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995016143450098" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBARP0LOkllFiMHbLJO3cX4jb3ty6rT_rmwq7zn1KvIvE401DYJP4yBfpK8U_Knm5YLyBXuS5O_KQPdmio6o6-JpIsJvetyMy9ULiEewXse2H94FLsiVTS1T5fvM450BT5iEbPGAzNT1Y/s1600-h/Dayton_Corn_Maze_05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBARP0LOkllFiMHbLJO3cX4jb3ty6rT_rmwq7zn1KvIvE401DYJP4yBfpK8U_Knm5YLyBXuS5O_KQPdmio6o6-JpIsJvetyMy9ULiEewXse2H94FLsiVTS1T5fvM450BT5iEbPGAzNT1Y/s400/Dayton_Corn_Maze_05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995023501042866" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpax0atXcci9wcwiJSSn3LCxAtyjCwewV0LHge5yHHPPzZR0mbPYiaC0ynFtb8NROxCAEF4ufmh0UBPQmQlPEtmR15ltfXIchR3HYLPR_hpQTrUO7dkqbheOySgbZkT-bSh2HI85yCsLQ/s1600-h/Dayton_Corn_Maze_06.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpax0atXcci9wcwiJSSn3LCxAtyjCwewV0LHge5yHHPPzZR0mbPYiaC0ynFtb8NROxCAEF4ufmh0UBPQmQlPEtmR15ltfXIchR3HYLPR_hpQTrUO7dkqbheOySgbZkT-bSh2HI85yCsLQ/s400/Dayton_Corn_Maze_06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259995027457266338" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2674920521616745752.post-13810679259553352952008-10-18T20:02:00.000-04:002008-10-18T20:56:34.527-04:00Day offToday was a rare day off and I chose to take some pictures before watching game 6 of the ALCS tonight. I spent my time in Biddeford and Saco and felt that I got a few solid pictures. The first I call "Abandoned Time". It was taken just off from Main Street at an old mill. The White Balance was off on the picture, but it ended up giving it a nostalgic sense<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb9cTZDYWviEtg-32CjtrSFWqE6ZN1RNXyQiJJM9zGdHdhtPfv-vdP5qMnbnsSi39fwbHkmbNeTqaP0xjSIRvSmBPMdcGyneei1_9-8R_uzWTwXdzAZhV7xbv987WLS7r9hkvwivBUr4/s1600-h/Abandoned+Time.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb9cTZDYWviEtg-32CjtrSFWqE6ZN1RNXyQiJJM9zGdHdhtPfv-vdP5qMnbnsSi39fwbHkmbNeTqaP0xjSIRvSmBPMdcGyneei1_9-8R_uzWTwXdzAZhV7xbv987WLS7r9hkvwivBUr4/s400/Abandoned+Time.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660976990511058" border="0" /></a>The second photo I call "Progress?" Yet another area of woodland in Saco has been torn down to make way for more mixed use development (retail/office, etc). I purposely set the focus for the treeline framed by the arm of the Caterpillar.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOzMjR1LSZJLRn34VD53T2t73cZM3_6F-NDQ2o8wouDqQ4HV4JLmaRev6jpcHPtXJWwzb8i0OIiMWH8QqTWDZEiXCXHbcTCQR9kaWc8VIprsY8cN4khpGGd_VAnrJQ5xGVIuUR91PxKk/s1600-h/Progress.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnOzMjR1LSZJLRn34VD53T2t73cZM3_6F-NDQ2o8wouDqQ4HV4JLmaRev6jpcHPtXJWwzb8i0OIiMWH8QqTWDZEiXCXHbcTCQR9kaWc8VIprsY8cN4khpGGd_VAnrJQ5xGVIuUR91PxKk/s400/Progress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660946706325314" border="0" /></a>These shots are taken from the same area, less than a half mile away. I think they illustrate that we should seek a balance between progress and development and nature and the preservation of old growth.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3hnoTiV35akuwFXnl6bWOVbT7WB02nBPiWkzIE7TMcBJ7UFrN911vmuLyB8qZh_J6fSoAyXL01_UBu8fEvoVRkYYPme7M7QvQeaTn_roDNz030Qzr5s_OPENyVrN4XALVoamB9vyzHc/s1600-h/Leaves+of+Fire.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3hnoTiV35akuwFXnl6bWOVbT7WB02nBPiWkzIE7TMcBJ7UFrN911vmuLyB8qZh_J6fSoAyXL01_UBu8fEvoVRkYYPme7M7QvQeaTn_roDNz030Qzr5s_OPENyVrN4XALVoamB9vyzHc/s400/Leaves+of+Fire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660952700894546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3sohdbv3xgz3lZq7akrPPLngs3wzwv0xXLV4wNTjWvR28BCSHzPxfDEAiN0V3JHNMF0-XgGw_yyBBqJ1oi7yG-R0kiCkn55jF0LAp5TQ24UcbJVqjOlGja9bvIfPQ5TWbnYCJtt_Wpo/s1600-h/Autumn_Red.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ3sohdbv3xgz3lZq7akrPPLngs3wzwv0xXLV4wNTjWvR28BCSHzPxfDEAiN0V3JHNMF0-XgGw_yyBBqJ1oi7yG-R0kiCkn55jF0LAp5TQ24UcbJVqjOlGja9bvIfPQ5TWbnYCJtt_Wpo/s400/Autumn_Red.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660969365995154" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGFQ0Niam-cpQFl7LvSBRhxwTgmtMO_P9_PACdzErBd_4HktOThFHlZE2vNvwQe-PJfJUVp5bq25vd1vWyL7A5TR1xNVcpOaeInltAyKYqhKXnAOQyrxKFptkUwUyXkt_p7ZhBLdLuP4/s1600-h/Flower_Macro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyGFQ0Niam-cpQFl7LvSBRhxwTgmtMO_P9_PACdzErBd_4HktOThFHlZE2vNvwQe-PJfJUVp5bq25vd1vWyL7A5TR1xNVcpOaeInltAyKYqhKXnAOQyrxKFptkUwUyXkt_p7ZhBLdLuP4/s400/Flower_Macro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258660965415022706" border="0" /></a>Dave Murphyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15527958814314683551noreply@blogger.com0