The Urban Wasteland
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Last week I posted a flower decorated truck used as a lawn ornament - this is the opposite - lawn blight!
Happy Truck Thursday!
The Kilns were built in 1860 to roast (Calcine) the ironstone that had been mined from beneath the adacent moor. The track is an old railway line which carried the iron ore between mines and the kilns then to the factories.
These Kilns and mines cover the moors and its hard to believe how industrial the moor was in 19th century. They are now artefacts and graded buildings standing testament to the industrial revolution but once they blacked the sky and damaged the moor and wildlife. Will future generations one day look back at fracking in the same respectful manner or as a blight on the landscape.
life is built on a daily dose of spider web foundations
with boundless limitations
bounding about in an environment of wind and rain
held together with little use of a brain
no thought is needed no emotion depleted
just the touch of the Lords hand
and everything is repeated and repeated
until we either get it right
or end up in the blight
of His Judgement
so wake up and smell
there are no roses in hell
but we have a choice right now
ride the web to paradise
or be hanging on satans pair of dice
on the dash board to his paradise!
peace
I dropped from nowhere and showed my light
But Nature and the times
showered me with blight...
Now I am scarred, only a shell
but I know, through any endeavor
That I am a Survivor
**Sylvia...Sometimes**
Abandoned factory building. And truck left behind.
Composite of two AI images and then further processing in BeFunky
This slightly rusted old pickup -is tucked away for a winter and part of the neighborhood blight!
Happy Truck Thursday!
The aphid produces from its abdomen profuse wax fibers that give it a woolly appearance. If you tap the branch they are one they will wave the wool and appear to dance, probably to ward off enemies.
After leaving the forest, we saw this view :)
The Bukowe Berdo (Beech Berdo) is a mountain range, constituting an elongated range crowned with a mountain pasture with three culminations: Szołtynia (1201 m above sea level), Połonina Dzwiniacka (1238 m above sea level), and the last Beech Berdo (1311 m above sea level). It is characterized by a large presence of sandstone rocks. The peak parties are occupied by the mountain pastures. From above, especially from the highest peak, there is a wide view of the north and east, mainly to the Ukrainian areas. The dorsal parts below Połonina Dźwiniacka are overgrown with a shrubby rowan form, which is particularly effective in the autumn when its fruits ripen red. Occurs here, among others a few very rare species: eastern Carpathian peas, Broadleaf, Sedge sedge, Rock sedge, Matrix blight.
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Po wyjściu z lasu ukazał nam się taki widok :)
Bukowe Berdo – masyw górski w polskich Bieszczadach w postaci podłużnego pasma o trzech kulminacjach: 1201 (Szołtynia), 1238 (Połonina Dźwiniacka) oraz 1311 m (Bukowe Berdo). Charakteryzuje się liczną obecnością piaskowcowych skałek. Szczytowe partie zajmuje połonina. Z góry, szczególnie z najwyższego wierzchołka, rozciąga się rozległy widok na północ i wschód, głównie na tereny ukraińskie. Partie grzbietowe poniżej Połoniny Dźwiniackiej masowo porasta krzewiasta forma jarzębiny, co szczególnie efektownie wygląda jesienią, gdy dojrzeją na czerwono jej owoce. Występuje tutaj m.in. kilka bardzo rzadkich gatunków roślin: groszek wschodniokarpacki, dzwonek szerokolistny, turzyca dacka, turzyca skalna, zaraza macierzankowa.
Not too far from you Dennis, sorry I didn't have time to contact you. This was near Prairie Moon Native Plant Nursery where we had The Prairie Enthusiast annual picnic and bimonthly board meeting. It was a 7 1/2 hour roundtrip and you know I stretched it to well over 8 hours by taking the long way home.
This little Azalea in New Orleans, Louisiana shows signs of early blight. Photo taken in Louis Armstrong Park.
Developed with Darktable 3.6.0. A light texture was added in Photoshop.
This building will be gone.
Demolition started 2 weeks ago on this complex and should be wrapping up soon
www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LypjOTTH6E&list=RD_LypjOTTH6...
The Light
Song by Disturbed
Like an unsung melody
The truth is waiting there for you to find it
It's not a blight, but a remedy
A clear reminder of how it began
Deep inside your memory
You turned away as you struggled to find it
You heard it call as you walked away
A voice of calm from within the silence
And for what seemed an eternity
You waited, hoping it would call out again
You heard the shadow beckoning
Then your fear seemed to keep you blinded
You held your guard as you walked away
When you think all (all) is forsaken
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
An unforgivable tragedy
The answer isn't where you think you'd find it
Prepare yourself for a reckoning
For when your world seems to crumble again
Don't be afraid, don't turn away
You're the one who can redefine it
Don't let hope become a memory
Let the shadow permeate your mind and
Reveal the thoughts that were tucked away
So that the door can be opened again
Within your darkest memories
Lies the answer if you dare to find it
Don't let hope become a memory
When you think all (all) is forsaken
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
Sickening, weakening
Don't let another somber pariah consume your soul
You need strengthening, toughening
It takes a bit of dark to rekindle the fire burning in you
Ignite the fire within you
When you think all (all) is forsaken
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
Don't ignore
Listen to me now (all's not forsaken)
You need never feel broken again
Sometimes, darkness can show you the light
Title inspired by the Spin Doctors ( Mark White is seriously one of the most underrated bass players ever ).
I know I promised a few photos from London this week but they are going to have to wait (Yay! I hear you cry!)
Yesterday evening myself and Darren Blight Photography headed up to Dartmoor hoping to get a nice sunset at Holwell Rocks. We arrived a little early, so we parked the car at Saddle Tor car park and took a walk down to Emsworthy Barn to see the field of Bluebells that grows there every year. They've flowered a bit late up there and I don't think they were at their best but it was still a lovely sight to see.
I've never been to this spot on the moor but seen it photographed a lot of times, it's such a pretty area and despite the midges it was a great hour with the camera.
I spent a lot of time looking for a composition that was slightly different to the norm and settled on this view. I hope you like it.
Not everywhere in Iceland met with our universal approval. While some places brought a pleasant surprise, there were others that found us harrumphing noisily as we pulled up at a packed car park, and sighing as we realised we’d need to do battle with other human beings to get a view. Take Fjaðrárgljúfur for instance. It was a place that had all the hallmarks of great promise, a high sided narrow winding canyon, through which runs a shallow river, small soft cascades offering a happy detour from the main road near the equally difficult to pronounce town of Kirkjubæjarklaustur. The place names around here seem to be even more arcane than is usual in a country where attempting to say anything at all requires a certain degree of tonsillar dexterity. Come to think of it, I’m not sure I can get through “tonsillar dexterity” without tripping up somewhere in the middle. I’m glad nobody asks me to read this stuff aloud.
Fjaðrárgljúfur seemed to have attracted quite a number of visitors. Ok, so we were here in the middle of the afternoon, gradually making our way towards Vik from Jökulsárlón, but even so, it felt busy as we squeezed our van into the car parking area. And of course we already knew that the welly boots would be redundant here. That’s the problem with Feeyardarawotsit you see (spell checker just blew up by the way); it’s been tainted by a teenage pop sensation and now it’s mostly off limits. All the fault of one Justin Bieber. Apparently his music videos have blighted the plane wreck too.
I should stress here that I’m a leading authority on neither Mr Bieber nor his work. In fact I know nothing about him at all, other than the fact that the “i” comes before the “e” in his surname, he’s aged somewhere between twelve and forty-six, and is either a fresh faced teenager with carefully airbrushed pimples, or on his fifth marriage and counting after a number of high profile alimony disputes. I gather he is, or was very popular. If you can name one of his songs, you’re doing better than me. I didn’t even bother to watch his videos during the countless hours of research I did before this trip. You can only do so much preparation you know. I’m sure he’s very talented - I just wish he’d stayed away from Iceland. It’s bad enough fighting off other togs for the prime spots, but when a gang of Instaselfie teenyboppers arrive, armed with giggles and iPhones, things can get nasty.
What I’d have loved to do here, is quietly potter around in the canyon, revelling in the fact that while others packed a bottle of gin or two in their suitcases, I kept the space free for my wellies, planting the tripod in the water here and there, mostly getting it wrong, but maybe just once finding something worthy. Of course it’s a fragile space that the authorities want to protect, but then again if that teen idol had stayed away, a tide of adolescent adoring hordes might have done too, instead leaving the canyon to a pair of peaceful middle aged seventies rock fans who were only too aware of how sinful it is to tread on the moss.
So sadly, the only option open to us was to traipse up the dedicated path to the dedicated viewing point, a thoughtfully placed balcony at the head of the canyon, where we waited our turn. Once we were installed in the best position, we still had to wait for one of those “in-between” moments when the balcony was vacant apart from ourselves. That’s the trouble with those lofty steel platforms - the minute anyone shuffles from one side to the other, it bounces around like the main stand at a football stadium when the home team has just scored a vital goal. And with all those energetic young Bieberites around, bouncing was the order of the moment. This was only a six second exposure, but it needed to be a bounce free six seconds unless I fancied trying a bit of ICM.
We didn’t stay long. Maybe an extended visit might have resulted in some amazing discovery, but on the face of it there was only one shot, unless you had a drone. Neither of us are brave enough to own one. With some dramatic light the view here can come to life, as I’ve seen in one or two fine examples, but in the middle of the day, there was nothing doing. This shot looks like pretty much every other shot from Feey…whatstheuse, and the fact it’s taken me four years to post it probably tells you what I think. It’s only because I wanted to write a story about a pop star whose music I’ve never knowingly listened to that it’s here at all. I hope the read was worth it…..