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SBB CFF FFS Re6/6 11664 "Köniz" + Re4/4'' 11348 - 40263 (Weil am Rhein - Luino) - Gurtnellen - 15.06.2013
Barrio de Las Tablas Madrid / Spain
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i think this song speaks for my picture :) www.youtube.com/watch?v=r2rIm_Td2Mk
baaah it's been raining ALL WEEK!! xP
( i was sooo lucky that the sun came out for once :D) oh don't get me wrong, i love the rain, just not when i have to run through it and step in 1 foot of water every 45 minutes at school -__-
anyways this week has kinda been ok. yesterday was really hard for me... i started thinking about the past and i guess you can say i was depressed that entire day trying to keep myself from breaking down.
but i'm a little bit better.
sort of.
i just really miss someone right now, and i have no idea if they've even had a single thought about me :/
*well i decided to do an edit since it's been a while. i wanted to play with the eye and shift the focus to an unusual spot. hope you like it!*
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This incident appeared to involve a slow moving train of empty ore cars being pulled off Dock 6 and resulted in a delicate re-railing effort as the cars were over Interstate 35.
Week 6/52
I'm back at it. I'd write more about this image, but I have a whole blog post pertaining to this and life in general over here. This is actually last week's image, keep on the lookout for this week's super simple one.
Wells and Walsingham Light Railway 10¼" gauge 2-6-0 + 0-6-2 Garratt locomotive No.6 Norfolk Heroine glistens in the rain as it takes water at Wells station, 27th October 2020. No.6 Norfolk Heroine is one of two Garratt locomotives especially built for the line for the Wells and Walsingham Light Railway. The first Norfolk Hero was built in 1987 with Norfolk Heroine being built in 2011.
「6*7 afternoons」
It is parent and child photograph with a camera.
I like time when I do not set up such a mind.
Today I found picture number six at work. I knew on Friday where I would be working today and what kind of job it would be but and I thought I knew what to expect, boy oh boy was I wrong. I suppose a little background is required to put things in context.
I work for a company who's main line of business is for want of a better word, sanitation. We don't do rubbish disposal, far from it. Most of the men at work remove asbestos, PCB's and other hazardous materials no one wants to deal with, this includes cleaning up after you have blown your head off, hung yourself, or your cats have eaten you, you get the idea.
This is not normally something I do, our company takes on small building projects and that's what they need me for as a trained carpenter, better pay less brains fewer cats and the only blood I usually see is my own. Well they are a little short handed on the clean up side of the business for a variety of reasons, some obvious some not, but today I was handed a job normally reserved for the clean up crew. This didn't bother me very much a job is a job and I am not fussy.
My task today was to remove the floor in a house that had some mold problems, I have dealt with this kind of thing before so I packed my gas mask and a new gas filter away in the van, grabbed my colleague for the day, a young man of 22 with a fondness for tequila and a cheerful sense of humour.
Now it's only fair to warn you that if you have a faint heart a weak stomach or are only interested in sugar, spice and all things nice now is the time to stop reading (assuming people read these) and go on about your business happy in the knowledge that if you leave a comment I will drop by and admire your art and that I appreciated your time here, if not then read on.
We arrived at the house, well it could have been a house, it could have been part junkyard, part forest or it could have been a house in any horror film you have seen. I navigated the museum of gardening tools, they had an extensive collection, though I couldn't see any signs of gardening activity, despite the 15 rakes, not counting the ones holding up the veranda roof.
After successfully locating the door of this ... habitat, habitation, uh ... house. we went inside, I knew I was inside because it wasn't as windy other than that the inside looked much like the outside, dark, cold and every single available space was packed full of "things" they had everything and in some cases 6 or 7 of everything. I thought well this is just the hall the rest of the house must be empty..... I looked for a light switch. Half an hour later I found one.
Now we photographers are used to all kinds of light, good light, bad light, beautiful light, glowing light etc. This was the first time in my life I have seen light that oozed. The light fittings were either so aged or so nictoine stained a feeble orange light oozed across the walls and illuminated ..... barely.
I looked around and could barely take in what I was seeing. In Sweden the standard of living is high and I rarely see poor living conditions, I have seen them in other countries and even lived in some of them, I was thoroughly shocked by the absolute squalor these people lived in, in a normal middle class neighborhood in Kalmar. I think I could probably write all night and still not manage to encompass that house. There is a TV show in Sweden called "angry carpenter" he helps people who have building problems with their homes, he would have left about 5 minutes into the job.
I put on my cheerful smiley face my colleagues are used to seeing and we started packing things in boxes. I learned a lot about the couple that lived there while packing away their things. The "man of the house" and I use inverted commas because he doesn't deserve the title, was a hobby photographer and some of his photographs were quite nice, I packed away around 20 cameras of various shapes sizes and ages .. some from probably around 1914 even. We packed away his collection of weapons including a loaded German Luger from world war II, he had lying around and a suitcase of spice girls paraphernalia ... this was more disturbing than the loaded pistol.
When it came to more feminine items I began to feel somewhat sad. Photographs of their children, an entire wardrobe of home decoration magazines. I know this will sound like wild speculation on my part but I have asked around and learned a little more that confirms my speculations, I imagined a woman living in this home doing her best to raise her children surrounded by squalor, dreaming of a beautiful clean home ( the kitchen was the only part of the house that was clean ) her husband, doing nothing but fill their home with his expensive toys and ignoring the needs of his family. I felt desperately sad for the woman and her children and more disgusted and angry at the man as the day passed.
I spoke to a neighbor who came for a curious look see as they usually do when I do a job, he told me how when his children played with their children 35 years ago they used to change clothes to go and play there. I was not surprised I wanted to change my clothes and I had only been there for half a day.
I ripped up the floor, wearing my mask, you could smell the mold just by stepping inside so I knew it would be bad under the floor. I was a little unprepared for the greasy black sludge that was lurking under there. It seems that perhaps 10 years ago the main sewage pipe from the bathroom broke and... well... quite a lot of the sewage was waiting under the floor. Now this is where I got my laugh of the day, I had changed the gas filter in my mask but my Tequila loving comrade had forgotten and safely in the rubbery embrace of my gas mask I couldn't smell a thing, but I could tell by the sudden change in the colour of his face from "Swedish white" to "oh my god the smell purple" and from his mad dash for the door that he could smell it all, in its full majesty.
He fled to the sound of my rolling laughter.
So there you have it, number 6 of 365 I shot some of the gentlemans camera equipment in such poor lighting that I had to go to ISO 1250 f2.8 and a 1 second exposure to produce this image. I hope you like it and are glad I spared you photographs of the rest of the house. I won't geotag this image for obvious reasons. Have a great evening !
Must mention the lovely dinner I cooked for myself .. chicken breast in red wine/homemade pesto sauce..... marvellous and I get to eat it twice tomorrow !
Music for today -
"we gotta get out of this place" -The Animals
"pumped up kicks" - Foster the People
"wish you were here" - Blackamores Night
See you tomorrow
"Masquerade"
Somehow this reminds me a bit of Romeo and Juliet.. just without the secrecy and the death... xD
Camera:Nikon D300
Exposure:0.033 sec (1/30)
Aperture:f/6.3
Focal Length:27 mm
Exposure Bias:-4/3 EV
Flash:No Flash
September 11, 2021. Čebín. Czech Republic. The electric locomotive 242.261-6 hauling a passenger train
Os 4609 from Žďár n.Sázavou to Hustopeče u Brna.
Sunrise on Bohol Island in the southern Philippines.
These three were taken from the same hill as the shot I previously uploaded of the chocolate hills, but these are the next morning.
The sky was fairly cloudless and the sunrise really didnt look like it was going to be anything dramatic.
These three shots were taken at 5:39am, 6:06am & 6:16am way too early for my liking.
The main one here just has a light curves adjustment and some sharpening, the rest is mother nature :)