View allAll Photos Tagged AS
As viewed from my seat at the Monday Night Football game between the Chiefs and Chargers. The Chiefs went on to win the game 21 - 14 before a very loud crowd.
as of 25 Oct 2019 along "private roads" in Gion there's a Fine up to 10,000 yen ($92, not legally binding though) for photography without a photo permit, all thanks to misbehaving tourists apparently "lacking common sense and manners"!
“Because Hanamikoji Street is a city road, we can’t prohibit photography there” as per the appended news article. The ban is essentially along private roads running off Hanamikoji.
*Was driving home from grocery shopping for Christmas and saw this - amazing right? I think this is the way Earth celebrates Christmas :)...
Enjoy the sunset
Sorry to post and run, will try to catch up later...2 more days to Christmas!!! yay!!!
As in a memory of yesterday, when it was nice out (except for the darn mosquitoes). Now it's 52 degrees. More the way I expect June in the U.P. to be.
As the numbers of Conrail painted power began to dwindle down to nothing nearly 12 years after the split of "Big Blue" one of the Operation Lifesaver geeps still held onto its colors in April of 2011 working along the Lehigh Line in New Market, NJ.
CR MA-02 @ Prospect Avenue, New Market, NJ
NS GP38-2 5290
NS GP38-2 5314
As blast from the past on the Transcon, NS SD70ACe 1070 wearing the striking Wabash colors leads NS 956 through Norborne on a sunny June morning. While this line is currently part of the BNSF Marceline Subdivision, the NS Kansas City District parallels the BNSF both as single track lines between Hardin and WB Junction. This tradition has been going on since the days of the Santa Fe and Wabash and still continues through both BNSF and Norfolk Southern.
...
BNSF Marceline Subdivision
Egypt Township, Missouri, USA
June 20, 2025
Canon EOS 77D
Canon EF-S 55-250mm f/4.0-5.6 IS
COMING TO DESIGNER SHOWCASE DEC. 1ST
Cold As Ice}
Featuring}} Entice**Truth
Designer Showcase Limo}}http://maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Sage%20Isle/93/216/31
Blog}} genesismoralez.wix.com/manyshadesofgenesis
**Location Credit**
Winter Holiday Village
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Twilight%20Desires/102/193/37
As another sun sets on another year, I want to take this opportunity to wish each and every one of you a very happy and healthy 2017. May the new year bring you and yours great joy and peace, and an abundance of blessings and love.
Happy New Year! ❤️
○•. Taken with an iPhone 7 Plus .•○
Do not hurry
as you walk with grief,
it does not help the journey.
Walk slowly, pausing often:
do not hurry
as you walk with grief.
Do not be disturbed
by memories that come unbidden.
Swiftly forgive,
and let God speak for you
unspoken words.
Unfinished conversation
will be resolved in Him.
Be not disturbed.
Be gentle with the one
who walks with grief.
If it is you,
be gentle with yourself.
Swiftly forgive,
walk slowly ,
pausing often:
Take time.
Be gentle as you walk with grief.
~anonymous~
*a Celtic prayer*
As the sun went down behind the lake I shot many silhouettes. This is oone of them.
Check out my post on this trip at Landscapes of Sharavati Valley
Exposure: 0.006 sec (1/160)
Aperture: f/13.0
Focal Length: 18 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Program: manual
As Dublin celebrates Pride, a look back to 2017 with Dublin Bus AX523 wearing a Pride wrap, pictured on Newgrove Avenue operating route 18.
This is how I found the lizard on the granite. You can see how it was quiet easy to see from so far away. This was after i was done freaking out, had crossed a creek bed, walked way up, then slowly stalked down towards him. I was able to get very close and he didnt care, which helped calm my nerves a TON!. With him sitting up this high, I wanted to try and get his whole body in a shot, but also show some of the surrounding alittle bit as well. I think it works well, however there is a ULTRA wide angle shot coming, so stay tuned.
Facebook fan page : Descliks2bretagne l PHOTOGRAPHIE
Mon collectif : BREIZH'SCAPES : des photographes complètement à l'ouest
(as was the nickname of the Eastman Kodak Company)
for : "Looking close... on Friday!" - Theme : "Yellow".
as we were wandering down the back lane of River West we came upon an anxious cat, meowing to be let in. All I could do was take his picture, he was not impressed :)
I have no record of brighter days / Your light is on me, I can say / I have no part, I have no lines / But I have you & you have me, honey (Ocie Elliott)
© Grindelallee, Hamburg, 2018, Florian Fritsch
As a thunderstorm passed in the distance I got the camera low on the tripod to use some vegetation as the foreground element. As luck would have it the storm delivered the background. A lighting trigger was used with an exposure set for 6 seconds which generated the slight blur in the bushes due to the windy conditions.
As this shop is built on a slope, the rear windows are almost at ground level with the ceiling being at about chest height from this side of the building.
From the inside it seems normal apart from the fact you are looking at peoples knees as they walk past outside.
(The shop assistant inside is stood on a step ladder).
As neuroses go, it's probably not among the most damaging that a poor tortured soul might have to endure. In fact, considering everything that ails humankind these days I probably shouldn't mention it at all. But here's the thing. I hate my name. Always have done since I was old enough to master all three syllables. And don't tell me it's a nice name. It doesn't matter whether you think it is or not, because as the person who has to live with it, it's on my birth certificate, my driving licence and my passports (both British and Irish) and I detest it with a passion. During the early years of my working life I'd give my name to somebody over the phone and then have to spell out every single letter. One builder whose accounts I was given to work on called me “Sebastian” instead. Which sounded quite ridiculous in a West Cornwall accent. He thought it was hilarious, and he was the customer so I had to grin politely and put up with it. Whenever I say my name it sounds as if I'm a very minor member of the aristocracy. An impoverished fourth son of the baron of a dried up salt marsh who stopped receiving invitations to an audience with the king in the early 1950’s. Nowadays, only people who've known me forever call me Dominic. Generally speaking that's my parents, although my sister often slips into it. She's also had three syllables dumped on her. Rebecca, but only Mum, who remains insistent on this nonsense, calls her that. Everyone else has always called her Becky. My brother is kinder and calls me Dom unless he's in a playful mood and wants to annoy me. As you’ll read later, he got away lightly.
I dropped the “inic” many years ago and anyone who has come into my orbit over the last twenty years simply knows me as Dom. My closest friends only know me as Dom, because that's what I told them my name was when I met them for the first time. “Dom” I can deal with, even though it's often misheard as John or Tom, or mistyped as Don. Once in Barcelona I told the waitress I was “Domingo.” It was the only way to avoid confusion. As for “Dominic,” hardly anyone could spell that correctly. There'd be a K on the end, or two many O's and not enough ‘I's. Or all of those things. One secretary where I worked in my twenties always called me Dominique. Spelt it that way on Christmas cards too. Even though I love France, I'm not French. In the same workplace, an IT consultant spent a few weeks with us and was introduced to me as Nic. It was only when he had to put his full name on a form that I realised we had the same first name. He obviously hated Dominic too, but had been rather more inventive than me at throwing the nomenclature pedants off the scent. Why hadn't I thought of Nic? That would have been much better. Although I suppose everyone would still have added a K on the end. Later on, a cleaner who was hovering on the brink of retirement became convinced my name was Duncan. “Alright Duncan?” she’d chirp squeakily as she came in to empty the bins at the end of each day. I’ve really no idea where she’d got Duncan from, and before long, it was too late to disabuse her. To her, I’d always be Duncan. My colleagues loved this. As for my surname, don't even go there. It's Haughton, not Houghton or Horton or any similar version of events. Hardly anyone gets that right first time. Almost everyone says it wrong too. Even people who've known me for years pronounce it wrongly. I've been on many adventures with Lee, and he still pronounces it Howton. But it's Horton. Spelt Haughton. With an A and only one O, and definitely no R's. Keeping up? Can you see why it drives me around the bend? Told you it was a pain to live with. I've been dealing with this for nearly sixty flipping years!
Three syllables for goodness sake. Nobody needs three syllables in a forename. It's one too many. When I was four and a half, my brother came along. I was not impressed at having to share my parents with anyone else, and to add insult to injury they called him David. Why couldn't I have been called David, like David was? I protested bitterly and begged our parents to call me David too, but they heartlessly ignored me. I was stuck with Dominic, no matter how much I detested those three syllables. And he can be abbreviated to Dave. Everyone hears and spells Dave correctly. Nobody says, “come again, was that Wade?” Or “pleased to meet you Gabe!” You couldn't possibly get it wrong.
“So why bring all of this up now?” is a question you might be asking. Well at the time of writing, and after a few days in Cork catching up with my family, I'm on the west coast of Ireland, on the Dingle Peninsula in Kerry to be exact. Kerry. That’s another name you can’t really get wrong. Staying in a cottage where the host greeted me as Dom. “A good place to write,” as my cousin Fiona pointed out. She's the only one of eight siblings with a triple syllable by the way. But really, Fiona is more like two and a bit as you can merge the vowels almost seamlessly. All eight of my Irish cousins, and my aunt and uncle, being among the people who've known me longest on this planet, call me Dominic, pretty much without exception. I've been Dominic for four days now. But the strange thing is, I don't mind it so much when they say it. Something about the easy stretching of the vowels and the gentle Cork lilt that makes me sound like the strange Cornish cousin that I am, rather than the landed gentry at the big house in Midleton where my Great Grandfather worked as head gardener over a hundred years ago. They all have that same twinkle about them that Grandad did too. But when you breathe in a landscape like this on a daily basis, it’s no wonder really. It’s a rare place this.
I'm here today and tomorrow, and then I'm back to Cork where I'll become Dominic again for a couple of days until I land back in Cornwall early next week. When I’m home, I’ll be Dom - so don’t get any ideas. Not unless you’re Irish that is. Especially if you’re from Cork. Then, just maybe, I might just let you get away with it without pulling a face that tells you what I really think about those three dreaded syllables.
"you will hear thunder and remember me"
Anna Akhmatova
All photographs 2006 - 2015 © Janine R. Matheson
as viewed from the top of doubletop mountain.
sony nex-7, minolta 100-200mm f4.5, la-ea2 adapter.
thank you for visiting!
As soon as I got to the marsh, this kingfisher flew past me with s sunfish. I wish i would have had my shutter a little faster on this one as the wings are blurred.
As mentioned in a previous posting, since the 1970s, wild Ring necked Parakeets thought to have either escaped captivity or freed, have spread across S.E. England & into London. Not a native bird, originally from tropical countries such as Africa and India, they have adapted to our colder weather in suburban areas, where there is plenty of food and shelter. I spotted this fellow & his partner in our local park. They have now arrived in our part of N.W. London. He turned around to glare at me as I took a photo :) There is concern about their impact on native British birds, which is being monitored.
Wearing ~
Head & Face ~
LeLUTKA Avalon Head 3.0
DeeTaleZ *SKINS - BASICPACK* lel EVOX - Merry - EUROPEAN @ C88
[theSkinnery] Wornout Eyebags (LeLutkaEVOX) 1 50%
DeeTaleZ MU *Realface* for LELU EVOX/ 50%
WarPaint* Flutter Eyeshadow @ C88
Body ~
Maitreya Mesh Body - LaraX Petite V1.1
Accessories ~
LaGyo_Midnight Sun Necklace - Black @ C88
LaGyo_Midnight Sun Square Earrings - DELUXE @ C88
KREAMY. noir night : cigarette @ C88
KREAMY. noir night : cocktail @ C88
Hair ~
tram N0808 hair / FATPACK @ C88
Clothing ~
-Pixicat- Natalia Dress (All) ((maitreya x petit)) @ C88
Shoes ~
MICHAN - Amy Heels @ C88
Pose ~
Amitie Noir @ C88
Background ~
Amitie Noir Mirror (PBR) Room Backdrop @ C88
As all the pictures in my gallery, this is a FREE picture. You can download it and do whatever you want with it: share it, adapt it and/or combine it with other material and distribute the resulting works.
I’d very much appreciate if you give photo credits to “Carlos ZGZ” when you use this picture. This would help me find it and add it to my photoset “Used elsewhere”.
__
Como todas las imágenes de mi galería, esta es una imagen LIBRE. Puedes descargarla y hacer lo que quieras con ella: compartirla tal cual, modificarla y/o combinarla con otro material y distribuir el resultado.
Por favor, si utilizas esta imagen, dale el crédito a “Carlos ZGZ”. De esta manera podré encontrarla fácilmente y añadirla a mi álbum “Used elsewhere”.
This is a vertical version of the same scene as #13 - you can see more of the elevated roads there, I like that!
Also I exposed this one stop longer, this gave me more room with the colour adjustments and I could get rid of some of the blue cast.
---
become a fan on facebook and see behind the scenes shots: www.facebook.com/ThomasBirkeUrbanPhotography