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Wryneck (Jynx torquilla) is actually a woodpecker, though it doesn't look like one. If you look closely you can see it has zygodactylous feet, with two toes pointing forward and two pointing back, like all other woodpeckers. It is also Europe's only truly migratory woodpecker as it spends the winter in sub-Saharan Africa (though some breed in the Himalayas and these winter in Indo-India). Interestingly I have seen it wintering in Ethiopia alongside a non-migratory cousin called Red-throated Wryneck (Jynx ruficollis) which looks quite similar apart from its red throat. (Here's a Red-throated Wryneck taken by Rich Andrews www.flickr.com/photos/richandrews/16277032606/in/photolist ) Wryneck is also the only European woodpecker where the sexes are identical and the only one with camouflaged plumage.
Wrynecks used to breed in Britain and in Victorian times were found in every county in England and Wales south of the Humber. But they had dwindled to extinction by the 1970s while a small population temporarily colonised Scotland, which was way outside its original range. But I don't think it has bred there since 2002, so is now classed as an extinct breeder in Britain. Fortunately it still breeds in southern Scandinavia so still drifts across the North Sea to arrive in Britain each year, albeit in small numbers. The weather conditions were conducive to Wrynecks arriving as several appeared in Britain at the weekend. One even turned up in the West Pennine Moors NW of Bolton close to my brother's house. I let him know and he went out and managed to photograph it, his first Wryneck.
The abandoned 1950 Cadillac actually had some nice options for the time-the AM radio,for instance,was a pretty expensive add-on.Somehow though,I doubt the "green space" was as popular....
Actually, this was the entrance to the main building of The Ulaman on Bali. The round opening reminds one of the round doors of the hobbit houses.
I rescued this Honey bee from our polytunnel the other morning, she was tired from being stuck in there all night so I dipped my finger in a sugar water solution & after a minute or 2 she recovered & I popped her back at the entrance to the hive HWW & HBW!
So big news, Martin & I are finally getting around to setting a date to get married, we've only been together 18 years, you can't rush these things lol. Actually it's been on the "long finger" so to speak for 14 months, that was when we first approached the local Registrar. So much paperwork to sort out (quite a process as we have both gotten divorced previously in the UK). It's definitely going to happen this Autumn, no more procrastinating. Martin is 65 next month, time we started the next chapter of our lives properly as a married couple. I hate a fuss & would rather slip away & tell folks when we come back. We'll see what transpires.
… actually from inside the Doubletree Hotel, which has taken over the whole dock.
Explored #2 on March 1st 2022.
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This is actually one of the locations that Lee and Patrick from Fstoppers.com and I used as a lesson while filming Photographing The World. While some of you already know that, something you may not know is that Lee almost got us kicked out of here for flying his DJI Phantom 2! Apparently local building security thought we were using it to spy on people in their tiny apartments. Thankfully I was able to sweet talk my way out of the situation and still come away with the shot!
It’s unbelievable to me that people can live so tightly packed in like this. On the other hand, it’s also really cool to think that a place that most people rarely give a second look, or consider to be so ugly, can look so beautiful and interesting to a photographer. It reminds me of all those years ago when I was wandering the Stockholm Underground and came across what has always been one of my favorite photos in my portfolio, Belly of the Beast. It’s seeing places like this that always remind me that beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder.
To learn the techniques I used to shoot and post-process this image, you can find all the info about my new tutorial video series by visiting: bit.ly/landcape-cityscape-photography-tutorials
Actually ... Berry Falls (Big Basin State Park).
But I would like to think the late-great Berry White would approve of this message.
I'm fortunate to share this image with you all via Explore! Thanks for your feedback and encouragement! Cheers!
I actually liked this theme and my group too! our group worked so well and im glad with the happy result and im more glad that we got assigned "HardRock", black makeup, awesome poses, amazing clothes and instruments! :D x)
Our album name is "Slash" and heres the song that would go in our album: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DacuQln3N1c
I hope you like it! ;3
long stories shortened... (discarded and abandoned and intertwined short stories) well..actually they are chunks and fragmets and notes of stories that never made it
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a young PhD math candidate writing his dissertation on an obscure arab mathematician from the middle ages who specialized in cycles and periods in infinite series and develops a process to determine prime number density in a large number space. (which is all and good) except this makes it an excellent tool to decrypting military grade encryption, which is based on the computational difficulty of factoring large numbers into their prime components
the arab mathematician was ultimately censured by the religious mullahs for developing tools to rationalize the infinite, which is of course the nature of Allah and for man to attempt to place Allah into a human scale is blasphemy
so the arab mathematician disappears and the young phd candidate finds that his dissertation has been suspended pending review but cant get any information on who is reviewing it
finally another young mathematician approaches him and starts a long discussion on math and the nature of numbers and the mathematicians love of the underlying structure of reality that math represents. the phd candidate is leary of this mathematician cause he wont answer what he does or where he went to school or how he knows so many cutting edge fields in math
eventually, the young mathematician offers the phd candidate a position with the NSA, National Security Agency, (where all the big crypto and high math goes on) but explains that if he accepts that he will essentially disappear from his current world. his work will be classified, he will not be able to publish in academic journals or speak in public, or talk about his work to his friends on the outside, but the compensation is that he
would be able to work unfettered with the greatest math minds in the country, totally funded, free to explore any field or fancy he thought. after a few moments of thought, the phd accepts.
then the story will go back to the arab mathematician who is also approached my a young beared mullah, who offers him a position within his group of thinkers who do ponder and explore the nature of nature reality and Allah through mathematics, but that by joining them he would need to disappear from the world, after a few minutes of thought, he too accepts...
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Daniel sipped his 6th coffee (colloidal suspension for caffeine transport) while his batch jobs on ramanet, the Indian supergrid, finished their checksum verification. His chin, a bit stubbly, itched. His eyes, a bit red, were sore. The goa trance shoutcast feed had mushed into a fast cadence drone. The flat screen monitor warped and bulged with the oscillating fan blowing on Daniel's face
'O' glamorous larval life of a PhD student...' he jotted and doodle-circled on his notepad.
Daniel cracked his neck and jutted his jaw, stretching out the accumulation of kinks, as RamaNet finished the final integrity check on his dataset. this two hour round of processing on the Indian supergrid would cost about $130 out of his precious grant fund, but you couldnt beat the bargain. 120 minutes times 150,000 PCs in the RamaNet processing collective = 1,080,000,000 seconds or 18,000,000 minutes or 300,000 hours or 12500 days or 34.25 years of processing time for the price of a video game. Calculation was commoditized now. You uploaded your pre-fromatted dataset to RamaNet. the data was packeted and sent to out to 150,000 Indians who lent a few percents of never-to-be missed CPU cycles off their systems for background processing. when their alotted package was completed it was sent back to RamaNet for re-assembly into something coherent for the buyer. in return the Indians got a rebate on their net access charges or access to premier bollywood galleries or credit towards their own processing charges. a good deal all the way around. Daniel's dataset, an anthology of complex proofs from a long-dead arab mathematician, was queued with amateur weather forecast modeling, home-brewed digital CGI for indie movies, chaos theory-based currency trading algorithms, etc. the really high end, confidential jobs, like protein folding analysis or big pharm drug trials were more likely handled by the huge western collectives of several million collaborative systems, usually high-performance machines in dedicated corporate server farms. the cost there was out of Daniel's range, but you got a faster return and better promises of encryption for your buck.
Daniel scratched his scalp and flexed his fingers. 'two months from today i will be a doctor of mathematics...and no job. damnit. i need to find something fast.' Daniel calculated in his mind how quickly the student loans repayments would kick in and completely wipe him out. RamaNet would have done it in nanoseconds, ha! he laughed to himself. Daniel had avoided the rounds of job interviews and recommendations that passed his way. he was too absorbed in his research to look ahead, and perhaps a bit intimidated by the idea of the job hunt flea market. flexing his CV, getting a monkey suit, trying to explain his research to recruiters, who were often the same finger-counting business majors in college that made his skin crawl. Daniel always felt a bit embarrassed when he announced he was math PhD candidate. folks would immediately glaze over,
tsk tsk out a 'that's interesting', and swiftly change the subject. something will come up, he mantra'd to himself over and over, something will come up. stick with ali, there is something real in there, just a bit deeper. the real problem was his thesis advisor. dr. fuentes was not returning his calls, his secretary was not taking appointments from Daniel. he had submitted his finished draft of his thesis two weeks ago, but hadnt heard back since, except for a cryptic email saying that the review committee was having some issues with his paper and that Daniel would be hearing from him shortly. Daniel was rerunning his calculations on RamaNet to assuage the gnawing doubt that he completely botched some component of his argument and that the review committee was debating some manner of telling him to redo the entire effort. no PhD and no job. that would ice the cake. Daniel started calculating his body mass and general aerodynamic resistance relative to the height of the school cathedral to figure out if he had time to reach a terminal velocity before impact...only a failed math PhD would attempt to determine at what speed his body would smack concrete, he morbidly thought to himself.
ali ja'far muhammed ibn abdullah al-farisi slipped meditatively on his cup of water, thinking about his proof. he dipped a finger in the cup and held up a droplet of water under his fingertip, watching the sunlight prisimatically splay out on the mouth of the cup. 'praise be Allah and his wonderous bounty' he mumured to himself.
the elders had been in conference all day over his proof. though the heavy doors to their chamber were closed, he would occasionally hear muffled but distinctly angry shouts. ali sat on a divan in the anteroom, served numerous cups of tea by an obviously nervous secretary. ali knew there was deep resistance to his research, but for the life of him he couldnt figure out why. he was a simple mathematician. he came up with some unique observations. he wanted to share them with his peers...
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Overview: biotech researcher discovers a new life-extension technology and is murdered. He is cryogenically frozen for 150 years. When he is
revived he must stop a dark corporate conspiracy – and find his murderer.
Summer 2015 - Hot genius free-lance biotech researcher unravels the key component of a radical life-extension gene therapy that will ensure 300 years of robust life to its recipients. The researcher is murdered shortly after he hides the critical component. His distraught friend has him cryogenically frozen. 150 years later, the researcher is revived by the same major bio-med corporation for which he had originally been working.
Quickly he realizes that their motives are less than altruistic: his modification of the gene therapy is needed to resolve an unforeseen debilitation now creeping up in the recipients of the life-extension process. The recipients, now nearing 125 years off added life, are decompensating into psychotics. The researcher at first tries to remember and reconstruct what he did with the hidden critical component, but stops in disgust when he learns that in the past 150 years the life-extension therapy has been reserved solely for the ultra-affluent and has created an extreme and cruel global gerontocratic elite. He voices his disgust to his corporate minders, who cease being beneficent and show their true colors as trying to gain control of this critical technology in order to control the elites.
In the process of dealing with the corporation, he learns about his murder and begins investigating.As he comes closer to the identity of his murderer, he uncovers a wider conspiracy and is the target of more murder attempts.
He was killed by a friend in 2015. The friend was the CEO of a small bio-gen firm that the researcher was doing the LET work for. The CEO, a biz-head with a genetics academic background, took the researcher’s work and exploited it as his own, in the process growing his small firm into a bio-med powerhouse and him into one of the world’s wealthiest individuals.
The CEO also was the first recipient of the LET and is now 190 years old, but doesn’t look a day over 45. Smart, urbane, ruthless, the CEO used his wealth and position to start the cabal of Ultras. It is a faction of the top 50 smartest and wealthiest people in the world who have ‘ascended from the world’ (faked their demise) and control the global economy with their vast coordinated wealth. Perhaps they will call themselves ‘The Ascended’. We need to decide how the cabal lives. Are they sequestered on a luxurious island compound, or do they live in the open, surgically re-sculpted after each faked death, or do they live in the open.
Also we need to figure out what the world will look and feel like in 150 years.
As the ultras decompensate into psychosis, the CEO orders the researcher to be revived in order to find a cure. The CEO had the researcher’s lab notes decrypted and figured that the he was close if not successful in finding the missing component to stabilize the LET.
Tiberius Syndrome: the decline into cruel psychosis experienced by the ultras, named after the roman emperor Tiberius’ degenerate behavior after he sequestered himself on Capri.
The ironic twist might be that there is no cure, no stabilization. The psychosis is not the result of the LET alone, but also due in part to the unfettered ego/wills of the ultras. Absolute power corrupts…
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a brazilian hacking syndicate was subcontracted by a st petersberg crew to run interference on a hit on SWIFT, the global currency clearinghouse notification network. The UniFavela clan was going to run a multi-flank raid. They specialized in fast propagating virii and had created a custom mail-in virus that exploited a few microsoft vulnerabilities that they had discovered and kept mum. Their target was a Latin American PR spokesman listed on the corporate web site for press queries. The PR flak would be just the sleepy guard on the wall for their virus to slip past. 30 minutes after opening an inocuous spoofed email from a French e-trade publication requesting clarification on the SWIFT-Indentrus partnership. the virus would port scan and map its entire site LAN, salmoning its way up the router paths till it found the deep waters of the main corporate campus network in Brussels. Shortly, the internal LAN at Brussels would be suffering switch and router buffer overflows and traffic would gasp, ack, and sputter. UniFavela would then towel whip out a vanilla DDOS on the main company web site, any INTERNIC-registered addresses, and any other system in the IP block reserved for SWIFT that had previously port scanned as interesting, or ,even, as nothing. Mongols charging the village gates and tossing flaming torches on thatched roofs. IT Operations would be running to and fro, trying to figure out the internal bandwidth crunch and if there was a bleedout causing the external net problems.
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The Post-Human Story of Minos:
the CEO of a powerful commercial combine is bore an illegitimate son by his indiscreet wife in retaliation for his own dalliances. the son has a hideous deformity but is fantastically brilliant - brilliant enough for the father overcome his own repulsion of the child - as a bastard and a freak. the father sequesters the child in an elaborate virtual domain. the child, a hacker savant, is used to breach competitor nets. but as his power in the digital realm expands, the child transforms into the tyrant-monster. using the nets, he lashes out at people who have caused him pain, then evolves into enjoying the taste of terror and fear. He becomes the Minotaur.
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'there was a mad scramble amongst all the big spook governments, dark side corporations, and the privacy maccabees once it was determined that quantum computation had left the tidal pool of academia, grown legs and air-breathing lungs, and was headed for the nat sec intel highlands. all previous encryption models were rendered obsolete, and worse, exposed. QC became an undefiable xray spotlight, laying bare any encrypted secret with a ease of opening a mathematical candy wrapper. And for a while it swung the advantage back to the state in the digital Boer War against the freecon partisans.'
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The Oort, to the Intras, looked as one people. Extra-stellar hillbillies, ekeing out a subsistance existence on extracted organics from the frozen crud comets and other planetesimals of the Oort Cloud that slung around the solar system in a 1K AU circuit. To the Oort there was no Oort. Each station, each kampong was distinct and seperate. Seperate dialects, traditions, norms, goals. Some were scientific collectives, some were tired mining operations, some were intense sectarian cults - they shared little between themselves beyond necessary trade links for scarce commodities.
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A young prince is disgraced in an internal court scandal and sent into a quasi-exile on a worthless mission. On his travels he builds the wisdom and learns the skills necessary to be a just and effective leader.
His exile was a gambit by his patriarch to remove Genji from the arena of pointless court intrigues and develop him as a real leader. The patriarch dispatched a team of loyal praetorians to discreetly follow and protect Genji on his odyssey.
Genji was sent as an emissary to the Oort system. He must pass through the Martian-Saturnine corridor, populated with industrial trading guilds and their private militias.
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Genealogy becomes paramount in a closed culture; hierarchy by heredity. Reference the roman patrician class’ death-grip obsession with lineage, or the medieval Japanese imperial court’s strict intra-elite caste system.
But in an era of extreme genetic engineering, how can bloodlines retain their importance? Perhaps this is the wrong question. Perhaps in an era of extreme genetic engineering, authentic bloodlines can only retain their importance. The longevity of an unchanged gene line demonstrates success in evolutionary competition. Over time however, the fitness of a rigidly enforced and ‘sequestered’ gene line will degrade. Consider the hemophilia of the European royal strata.
I would not want the imperial court of the inner system to be pure blue bloods, eschewing genetic manipulation. Rather I would have them take the opposite tack – and embrace genetic engineering in the pursuit of perfecting particular socially valued or distinctive attributes; a roman nose, elongated refined fingers, even the possession of certain ‘noble’ afflictions (for ex., the aforementioned hemophilia as a sign of noble lineage).
The elites should pursue genealogy with the same passion and gusto as horse breeders; studs and mares and percentages of bloodlines, enforced and suppressed gene expressions, surrogates, and gene modes des saisons.
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a bum finds a the wallet and keys of a man who jumped from a bridge
he goes to his townhouse to find something to eat or steal
is impressed and overwhelmed with the man's townhouse
showers, eats, gets cleaned up, finds some clothes
is ready to leave when he helps a woman wrestling with groceries at her door
she thanks him, but looks stunned.
‘are you the man in #560? umm..i have lived here for 3 years and have never actually seen you. you seem to leave so early in the morning and get
home so late and keep to yourself.’
they spend 30 minutes talking, having a generally warm friendly encounter.
‘well, I am so glad to have finally met you. Hope to see you soon.’ As she closes her door, the bum turns to leave but pauses and thinks for a moment, then goes back into the man's townhouse
he pours through the man's papers and keepsakes and learns that the man has no family that he speaks with, no friends, lives off a well-endowed trust fund
and
the bum moves in and takes over the mans identity
he brings warmth and sincerity to the man's identity
what makes a hermit tick? what lengths do they go to to remove themselves from society? does it become a game to avoid contact, trying to become a shadow, a phantom? does society dissolve away as a mental force in their thoughts, atrophy away or does it become an amputated impression?
what divsion line stands between a hermit and convict in solitary? the hermit, by and large, chooses their isolation, the convict has it enforced upon them. at what point does the human need for society or socialization collapse? is there anything left that we can inspect and evaluate? a hermit, however, is able to maintain walls against the Great Other, which would imply that they are seeking refuge from the world. a schizo or an autistic will be physically surrounded by others but unable or incapable of making contact.
when does the will to contact die? what is left over? do humans require contact to retain our humanity? can you love and sacrifice in a vacuum?
what defines humanity? oooh, a big question...
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genetic engineering will continue to deconstruct the human species
there will be catastrophic disasters: gene sequence specific viruses engineered to attack 'types' of people. Der Genkampf
petroleum will be replaced- hydrogen-powered locomotion and green power (in the wealthy states). the poor states will continue to be held hostage to oil politics
(cultures and civilizations do not move forward uneringly. they spasticly jerk forward and fro, in clumps andgrains, never ever as a lemming death drive.)
developed economies will be netized. a new state structure will be needed to manage and dsitribute resources. the corporate structure, the commercial backbone of the capitalist democracy, will replace the republic. it is flexible to markets and political forces, insistent on accountability, it provides a sufficient compromise between individual representation and republican government. they will begin their political evolution as projects in community development. assurances of an educated workforce by charter education. assurances of uninterrupted utilities by running their own power/water etc. net-based marketplaces create corporate agoras. employees are in fact de facto citizens of the corporation. citizenship, or regular employment, will be a reward for merit, stock shares will count towards suffrage.
great corporate collectives will arise. housing, education, security...all the needs of the middle class will be absorbed in the corporate state. the tradtional state will cede roles and responsibilities to the corporate state as their resources dwindle. a few isolated violent reactions (military or legal)by the republics against the corporate states, but they will fail over time. against, or more so, in conjunction with the homogenized corporatsists wil be the diasporae, non-corporates will glom to other modes of networked alignment, ethnic allegiance will become stronger over time - as the chinese, indian, and jewish disporaestrengthen as a formula for a successful competition against/with the corporates.
the american state, succored by its overwhelming techo-military supremancy, loses its mission, its vision - substitutes will to dominate for will to excel - and falls into the deep narcotic, insulated slumber of the unassailable. GE, nano, and the banknote net weaken the mythic cohesion of the american spirit. we are no longer united by common experience (mass-mediated or otherwise) the promise of science to make us stronger, smarter, near immortal is held like a manifest destiny or a divine IOU for services rendered to humanity.
Actually, it's no wonder that even after 144 years construction is not complete !! This small exterior detail shows the exquisite sculpture and craftmanship of Basilica Sagrada Familia in Barcelona Spain.
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Actually an optical illusion - it may look like you’re seeing right through but it’s actually a reflection. Belfast city centre.
Actually several but I only photography 2 above and 3 below. As I get close to photo they all eventually take of. Lots of Cormorants have come to Cornwall on water St. Lawrence River. I enjoy them yet many don’t and the even kill they, sad !!!
Actually its not a great shot but this trip was very memorable and my first use of sony camera which I bought couple of days before this 5 days vacation in HK. ^_^ (too long to tell stories, the rest is all in my head!) :D
The Brown Egret answers' "No. I'm not smarter than a fish".
This is a real story. I was watching lots of fish jumping out of the water, thinking...ok.. they are going to be easy food for the birds. The first picture below is the first shot actually. The fish jumped, the brown egret was close by... I thought... ok.. this is it... But in a fraction of a second before the egret could react, the scenario changed as the fish escaped into the water and another one jumped out. The look on the face of the egret ( 2nd picture) and its posture shows its shock. Before it realized what happened the second fish also slipped away. In the 3rd picture, the bird was looking after the fish and trying to understand what happened.... lol... The top picture is the last one. It just flew away as if nothing had happened!
Taken at Mutuukadu Lake Boat club, Chennai.
Actually, the Big Sioux river is not very big. Nonetheless, this Ellis & Eastern hopper train still needs a bridge crossing as it approaches Lyon Blvd, smack dab in the middle of the wye connecting the Knife River quarry lead.
The Finale
So you have probably been wondering what the days and weeks mean. It actually was not supposed to be this way. Starting back in February or March, I almost completely lost the will to post. I had images from October, November, and December that were in Lightroom that I had not even looked at since the day I took them. I had a camera roll and multiple notes filled with random photos, train symbols, and all sorts of information that had no meaning until I actually associated the information with something. It was also at this time I felt fairly discouraged. From December 23 to March 16, the day before I went out again, I had only been out twice. I believe February saw one single sunny, cloudless day in the Gorge this year, a day in which I had class. There was a day that called for sun and no clouds, and I actually drove out before sunrise, planning to shoot all day only to arrive in Hood River as the sun came up to a solid sheet of clouds. I turned right around and came home. February is up there as being on of my favorite months to shoot, and I expected multiple outings this year, only to come away with none.
So anyway, about a month ago, I thought I would motivate myself to edit and post the stuff I hadn’t looked at for a few months. As much as I wish I never had to post the images, I knew that if I saved up all my favorites at the same time, it would make the posting more interesting for me. I created a note that listed in order which images I would post and what needed to be said. The list was roughly 21 images, and I thought it would make sense to do one a day, so I opted to keep the title and everything the same as it is in my notes when I post here. I guess I felt the need to explain because I do not want anyone getting the wrong idea here. By no means do I think my images are any better than anyone else’s. It was simply for me to organize my thoughts and make it easier for me to actually share some of my adventures with you all. There are plenty of amazing photographers that have come before me and who will come after me, and as someone who has only been shooting for about 4 years now, I have a long way to go before I have the right to make any claims about what’s good and what’s bad. I like looking at cool stuff, you like looking at cool stuff, and that is exactly how I want to keep it. If you made it this far, let’s add some context to what exactly you are looking at.
This is BNSFs Oregon Trunk Subdivision. Minus all the CTC upgrades within the last few years, this whole piece of railroad feels a bit like a time capsule. Estimates in the early 2000s put the traffic levels for this line somewhere in the teens or low 20s, numbers that are nowhere in sight today, and quite frankly, numbers that will never exist. The line, running south out of Wishram, WA to Chemult, OR, where it meets with the UP Cascade Subdivision, sees about 4-6 trains a day. Seeing trains in good light on this line is incredibly challenging. There is a reason that this shot, which is fairly accessible to anyone who hikes and is not afraid of heights, is scarcely seen given how photogenic it is. If the searchlights and pole line were not removed, this line would almost feel a bit like Raton is now. The road into here is actually the old ROW for the competing company (backed by Edward Harriman) that built along the eastern side of the Deschutes River Canyon. You can find abandoned infrastructure in a few places in the canyon.
Within the first 71 miles, there are 3 sidings, 2 real ones. The first siding, being Moody at MP5, is 4329 feet and has rarely ever been used. The first real siding is Oakbrook at MP38.4, being 6232 feet in length. Dixon, at MP 70, is 5469 feet, and the sidings continue from here at regular 20 mile or so intervals all the way to Chemult. Every train through here is very short, almost every single one is a manifest, and the speeds are very slow. A few more trains per day and it would almost be perfect. What you are looking at is a location known as the Twin Bridges. Instead of following the curvature of the Deschutes, the railroad crosses the river, through a tunnel, and then crosses it again immediately upon leaving the portal. The train originated from the ballast pit at “Missile Base”, a location on the Lakeside Sub. It is running to the yard at Lookout, CA, presumably for a maintenance project on the Gateway. This is, perhaps, about as peaceful a rail line you will find.
As for the current Favorites Series, it will be something I continue in the future, but this will be it for a little bit. All I have is worthless junk again, some of which I will throw around here and there. It has been fun. Thanks for viewing. Until next time.
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March 30, 2024 - 5:33PM
Sherar, OR // BNSF Oregon Trunk Sub
This temple actually _owns_ the Golden Pavilion (Kinkaku-ji) and the Silver Pavilion (Ginkaku-ji). Crazy I know... :-)
More photographs of Kyoto.
Explored, Dec 6, 2020 #109
Actually, for our cat, this enforced lock-in has not been very relaxing. She likes her space, and having all four of us around all the time has resulted in just too much attention.
Snapped with a Pentacon 135/2.8 zebra.
Otto. Actually, I should name him Velcro or Super Glue because he is literally stuck to my side 24/7. I mean, he was always with me but since Phil died, he has taken it to a whole new level. Almost like "Mom, I lost dad, I don't want to lose you, too" Such a loyal and faithful companion. German shepherds are a breed all their own.
I love to photograph him in late sun like this because it really brings out the vibrance and richness in his coloring. And he couldn't have been sitting in a better spot because the background was in deep shadow. Made for the perfect portrait of him.
He is 6 years old today. Happy Birthday Otto.
That's not actually the name of the road, but it might as well be. A friend told me about this back road of Siskiyou County where I found at least a dozen peacocks smack in the middle of the road, surrounding my stopped car. What a delight!
I actually marked all of these private so I wouldn't flood your contacts page. Yeah, that worked well. Sorry.
So, today was my day to pick FGR. And, as always, I couldn't come up with anything in the weeks preceding that just said "yeah, that's the one!" But with the onset of spring, I thought Flickr Green would be a perfect opportunity to get everybody outside. And help us remember that this place is worth taking care of.
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Created with fd's Flickr Toys.
Actually a different image.
I have limited post-processing options now and they are less than satisfactory. Still, I'm compelled to post.
Actually, they’re my favorite decorative pins, but I imagine that in the tiny hands of woodland sprites, they’d make beautiful scepters for the smallest of royal families.
I wish I could claim that it was my idea to photograph the pins this way, but I was inspired by this lovely image www.flickr.com/photos/hummmlan/3441956984/in/faves-409804...
A heartfelt thanks to Bsandtana for the lovely testimony. Be sure to visit her magical stream filled with florals and interesting insects!
Textures by www.flickr.com/photos/my_key_in_the_pocket/3881005524/in/... and
Actually the Science Pyramid at Denver Botanical Gardens
BURKETTDESIGN, Inc., Architect, completed 2014
Actually the birds flying over the pass are NOT photoshopped. I didn't know they were there until I uploaded.
Actually taken 06/12/2016. Nikon D600. Contrast masking in Lightroom.
This was in the show "From Dusk Til Dawn" at PhotoPlace gallery in MIddlebury Vt, during November-ish of 2016.
(I never actually got to see the show - it's 6+ hour drive from here, but the catalog is available from the gallery. Besides yours truly, there's a guy in Summit who had some neat stuff, plus others)
Actually, I'm not nearly as frazzled as this suggests. Things are going very smoothly, and I'm on number 5 of 8.
Late night last night, but tonight I should be able to get some sleep while the computer does the hard work.
Huzzah!
seen here...
www.100negocios.com/trabajo-desde-casa-por-internet-tips/...
and here...
www.dumblittleman.com/2011/05/how-to-effectively-measure-...
and here... digital-era.org/blog/?p=3901
and here... blogs.payscale.com/salary_report_kris_cowan/2012/07/tips-...
and here... blogs.discovermagazine.com/discoblog/2013/04/12/ncbi-rofl...
and here... www.businessinsider.com/syndromes-drive-coders-crazy-2014-3
Actually just a few days afterwards... since an unedited version was encored quite a bit I have hurried up and by popular acclaim upload this version, which I'm sure I don't thing has anything too special about it. But hope you like seeing the comparisons, and I'm so busy it will take a little bit to get to the close ups, please be patient.
Actually broke out the 18-200 for the first time with a selfie. Converted this to B/W and used the TRA "Beer goggles" for the blur.
Explored Highest #134
This is actually the eastern horizon at sunset - post-sunset, in fact. I can only guess some final rays of stray sunlight were illuminating the distant rain clouds of the eastern sky while completely missing the closer surrounding storm clouds. I was excited as the scene developed too because the nearer clouds started teasing some fiery color, but it disappeared almost as soon as it began.
From a technical perspective, this is eight photos stitched together; I did the sky and land as separate panoramas to capture as much of each as I could, particularly the clouds - one photo could not nearly have covered what I was seeing.
West Somerset Railway - Autumn Steam gala - October 2014 (DSC 3517)
Images from my three days there can be seen on the Smugmug link below
davidcable.smugmug.com/Events/2014/141003-to-05-WSR-Autum...