A Stitch in Time

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What a day! I know this is the false dawn before the next wave of low pressure hits us this week, but it sure makes a hell of a difference to the way you feel. I was up on the studio roof - anyone that has been reading me for any length of time will know that running repairs are a fact of life with a tar-paper roof that big and that exposed to the elements - and took the panorama above: the house at the top of the field behind ours can be seen at the extreme left, so I'm facing approximately east. To the right-hand side of the image is the view west, towards the part of Anglesey where the boys live, so about 180°. I'd really like some sort of viewing platform up there with a bench, so we could sit and appreciate the view: a future project, perhaps?

One thing that's extraordinary is the ease and speed in making a digital panoramic image these days: the computational power required is truly staggering, and yet most people wouldn't give the 'how' a second's thought. Back in the mid-nineties, putting an image like this together would have involved a locked off tripod with a calibrated, click-stop head, a spirit level of some sort, a digital camera, half an hour's rehearsal and several hours of computer-time: in such low-res nobody would believe today. An iPhone does the whole thing hand-held [auto-stabilised] in hi-res: post-processing included, in about fifteen seconds; or the time it takes for the taker to rotate from one side of the frame to the other, processing and stitching the image together at the same time. Remarkable.


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  1. Joe Stoner23 February 2021 at 01:46

    You probably forgot my involvement in our panoramic & VR makings because I was camoflaged beneath my Crombie overcoat in summer to be able to preview that said indexing head tripod mounted shots were complete and visually suitable to leave our super-computers to stitch the bastards together. I needed the Crombie's cloth density to give me reasonable black-out to be able to even see the mid nineties PowerMac screens!
    BTW you've got to bite the bullet on tar paper and nails mate it's Sysiphus al over again!:)

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