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I have been travelling back and forth from Calgary, AB to Sechelt, BC. Where the climates are without question, supremely different. This seascape in Sechelt delivered some wicked evening lighting even with the absence of clouds. Tomorrow will see a post from Calgary that illustrates the season of winter remains present. Seascape vs Prairie/Mountain and there is a huge difference. One this photographer is enjoying.
Visiting Castelo de Vide in the excellent company of Jacinto Oliveira and Francisco Barroqueiro.
Exploring the back alleys inside the Castle walls of the beautiful Village of Castelo de Vide. Cheers everyone.
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Portugal - Castelo de Vide
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While visiting my daughter in Texas one of my Grandsons had a field trip to the Crocodile Encounter. My daughter and I decided to go and see what it was all about and try to catch a glimpse of my Grandson. We all had a fun time and the weather was fantastic. I even held a snake and a baby alligator! They had lots more animals then just Gators and Crocs!
Happy Fence Friday and hope you too have a laid back weekend!
And the mouth is wide
Saw somethings on the other side
Made me promise to never tell
You know me I can't help myself no
Now I got something you have to see
They put something inside of me
The smile is red and it's eyes are black.
I don't think I'll be coming back
I don't believe it
I had to see it
I came back haunted
I came back haunted
I said goodbye but I
I had to try
I came back haunted
C-c-came back haunted
Everywhere now reminding me
I am not who I used to be
I'm afraid this is just begun
Consequences for what I've done, yeah
Bar backed partridge, Vietnam.
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….. A recent local walk around the back lanes of Edgmond, I liked the lines & the framing of the tree in this phone shot.…..Alan:-)….
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False Creek
Vancouver
Canada
After 3 years I was back in Vancouver (where my son lives) and the first thing I did was strolling along False Creek, the short inlet that seperates downtown from he rest of the city.
What you see here is the building of Science World , built on behalf of World Expo '86. Nowadays it is a science museum.
The architect for the Science World dome was Bruno Freschi.
In the foreground three of the many small ferry boats that operate continuously on False Creek. These tiny ferries have stolen my heart, especially the ones of the False Creek Ferries fleet. :-)
Hope you have a good weekend. Just playing with some rocks on the beach with an incoming wave.
Thanks to Paul for the title
Since we still can't travel and I'm working quite a bit, thought I'd look back at some old photos to re-edit and re-organize them. This one was taken a few years ago at Zion National Park, just a easy walk from the campground where i stayed.
Zion National Park, Utah.
Been on a hiatus for some time...I'm back to creating again, hope to see you all soon with Bakaboo updates!
I took a series of photos of the back of buildings with store fronts on Water Street in Gardiner, Maine. This is a vertical panorama merge. I applied one of the new adaptive presets, cinema, that are in a recent update of Adobe Lightroom. HFF
A couple of walkers on the Great Ridge heading along Barker Bank towards the next small top of Back Tor.
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Back in the late 1970's Saturday afternoons were a good time to catch some daytime freight on the 'Fitchburg Division'. As seen here AP-3 with D&H run through power is hammering the diamond at West Concord.
"The Apollo" as it was nicked name has a pair of D&H U23B's and a former Reading GP39-2 for power. This job did not always have D&H power but many days it did.
Scanned from a Kodacolor negative
©Robert C Barnett 2021
Yo people, King was back with a bang, Hope you'll doing good.,
Good Morning Fellas, have a happy Thursday.
A patch of reeds.. glowing in the sunlight.. View On Black
HBW..!! Have a great day.. thanks for looking.
“Three weeks? Oh no, we don’t do that! Nine or ten days at most is enough for us. We’d never stay that long.”
Quite why this woman felt the need to question the length of our holiday in such admonishing tones was a question that hung tentatively in the air across the desk between us. That she’d obviously been earwigging the conversation between us and the hotel receptionist was another one that nobody seemed to have an answer to. Why do people so often seem to feel the need to impose their own values on you? I mean, we weren’t doing anything wrong that either of us were aware of. Apart from checking in at the same time as a busybody with an agenda that was. It’s not as if we were hatching plans to kidnap puppies, or hotwire the neighbour’s Vauxhall Viva while he’d gone to dominoes night at The Plume, was it? As far as we know, it is entirely legal to choose the length of your own holiday and go for three weeks if you so desire. Or even three months. Or three days if that’s what floats your boat. We smiled, nodded and hoped we wouldn’t bump into her or her husband for the remainder of the nine or ten days at most that they had booked themselves in for.
Apart from that, it was good to be back in this part of the world. Catalunya and the Balearics. Before we retired, we used to take just two weeks - because three was out of the question as far as work was concerned - in Majorca every summer. We often went in spring as well. It was like a second home for us. For many years we hoped it would become a first home in fact, but a lot of barriers seem to have put themselves in the way of that particular ambition. We loved exploring different corners of the island, finding spots that the likes of Mr and Mrs Noseyparker were never likely to discover, swimming and snorkelling in the gentle warm Mediterranean. It was a place where we were completely happy and knew exactly where we were going for those two precious August weeks. The journey home to the dreaded September silly season, otherwise known as the start of the autumn term, was always an especially low moment in the annual cycle of events. And from there things only ever seemed to get worse.
Then 2020 arrived and the world closed down for a couple of years. By the time things started to return to normal, we were no longer straitjacketed by the academic year planners. We could go away whenever we wanted. And “whenever we wanted” wasn’t in the middle of summer when prices were sky high and everyone else was on holiday too. Now we could take our holidays when the rest of the world was working or in school - well except for us and the couple who seemed to think that we should be on our way home by next Friday at the very latest. Head for the sun at bargain prices at the start of October and things are far more peaceful in these southern latitudes than they ever were in August. And now we were finally back in the Balearics. But instead of our old stomping ground, we’d decided to have a look at the quieter and smaller neighbour to the east. Neither of us had ever been to Menorca before, but we’d heard good things.
We could see the similarities almost immediately. The scented green pine forests and the baked red earth were so friendly and familiar. The curious balls of soft vegetation on the beaches that we’ve only ever seen on these islands. Unyielding white limestone walls flanking narrow roads, the edges as sharp as dragons’ teeth. Conversations in the local Catalan dialect rather than Spanish. Road signs leading the way to the “platja,” rather than the “playa.” We could easily be back on the island where we’d spent so many summers, but there were subtle differences too. There was a compactness that we liked, and even though the main road across the island was mostly a single carriageway in either direction, it soon became apparent that it wouldn’t take that long to get to wherever we wanted to go. And then there was that wild section of coastline to the north, mostly visited only by the hikers who were on the Cami de Cavalls, the long distance trail that circumnavigates the island.
The very first outing was a wild one too for that matter, as the tail end of a mainland storm strafed the top half of the island. White tops on the water at Cala Pregonda. It was a good job that I’d brought the camera bag then.