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Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes made of ticky tacky,
Little boxes on the hillside,
Little boxes all the same.
There's a green one and a pink one
And a blue one and a yellow one,
And they're all made out of ticky tacky
And they all look just the same.
Another photo from the Chapel Hill Camera Club light box workshop. I placed one of my colorful ornaments on top of the open rose petals.
Explored - Highest position: 237 on Thursday, December 11, 2025. Thanks for all the views, comments and FAVs.
One of Scotland's more modern but also short lived signal boxes, Hunterston Junction.
The signal box was built in 1978 to a standard Scottish Region Relay Room design with signalman's area combined. It opened with the commissioning of the short branch off the Largs line into the British Steel High Level Loading Terminal. The new facility built by British Steel allowed iron ore and coal to be rapid loaded to trains direct from conveyors at the Hunterston deep water port replacing what had previously been done at General Terminus Docks on the Clyde in Glasgow. The box opened on 2/4/1978 but initially only controlled movements within the High Level terminal complex and trains running on the 3 mile branch to and from Hunterston Low Level in conjunction with Hunterston BSC Control Tower in the port. It wasn't until 20/7/1986 that it was fully commissioned as a block post on the Largs passenger line when track rationalisation ahead of the electrification of the line resulted in adjacent boxes closing at Fairlie and Holm Junction. Hunterston Junction box ceased to function as signal box when Paisley PSB took over the route on 28//8/1992 when it was down graded to a Ground Frame. So a relatively short life of six years as a fully fledged signal box. It remained in situ controlling access to the High Level Sidings only, being manned by BR yard staff then EWS after privatisation but not in a signalling capacity. With the cessation of coal traffic in 2015 it saw a further downgrade to an unmanned relay room as the branch to the high level was mothballed.
68020 sweeps through Dalwhinnie working the return Inverness intermodal, the only working that eluded me in the sunshine last week, not that I am complaining!
Another image for my current project photographing people inside a box and then outside. This is Pixie.
Our 52 week group has a Red theme for this week (at my suggestion). Took this photo outside my local post office after my weekly trip sending off various CDs/records I've sold on Discogs during the week (I've given up on eBay). Lots more for sale still if anyones interested..... www.discogs.com/seller/stevenkemp/profile
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The 2022 Soap Box Derby in Columbia, Missouri. Photography by Notley Hawkins. Taken with a Canon EOS R5 camera with a Canon RF24-70mm F2.8 L IS USM lens at ƒ/13.0 with a 1/50-second exposure at ISO 50. Processed with Adobe Lightroom CC.
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I'd had an Amazon delivery and the box was on the floor by my feet. Max decided to investigate, so I picked up the camera.
First he took out the packing paper, pushed the box upright, went round and round - head first, bottom first, tail in, tail out, until at last he sat up tall and proud!
"I did it!!" lol
I developed some very expired 110 and 126 film for someone, and helped with a 35mm point-and-shoot, getting a new battery installed and donating and loading a fresh roll of film. I offered to develop and scan the film once she was done also. These were also brought in.
This box had one 110, one 127, and three 126's cameras; unfortunately, I told her shooting these would be difficult, since film for these would be hard to get and develop, so best to use 35mm. For the most part, I think these can go to someone who wants decorative pieces or props.
Diramic Micro RSD
Industar 50-2
Flic Film Ultrapan 400 (Foma 400?)
Blazinal/Rodinal 1:25, 5.5 minutes, 20°C/68°F
Pakon F135
I think I needed a bit more time and agitation on this roll, and to be honest, I used Foma 400 developing time, because I think this Flic Film Ultrapan 400 is re-spooled Foma.
All of the reflections & funky colors are the gardens...I took these at the doorwall and it's very sunny :)
Two boxes I recently made. This one is made of Zebrano (aka Zebra wood) with the ribbon/handle made of walnut and maple.
The other box is Here
"Commissioned by Bacardi, and completed in 1975, the Jewel Box is a rare example of Miami Modern architecture.
Designed by Igancio Carrera-Justiz, the Jewel Box hovers forty-seven feet above ground on Biscayne Boulevard. The colorful glass mosaic walls on all four sides of the building are based on designs by German artist Johannes Dietz. Each side depicts the rum-making process: how stalks of sugar cane are converted into molasses.
Its vibrant glamor and vivid extravagance is highlighted during the morning sun, and emphasized at night with strong, hot ceiling lights." Aimee Rubensteen
When there was a lull in the fighting on the front in the war between Finland and the Soviet Union, soldiers made this kind of wooden boxes.
At 180 feet down, Box Canyon is a deep and narrow gorge in Mount Rainier NP from which the Cowlitz River flows. The paved trail here is a little treacherous in wet weather: steep and bumpy, but plans to redo the trail are evident by the construction equipment here. Purple wildflowers were blooming where the mist was kicked up, but behind roped off areas, so I didn’t venture there. I was a little nervous taking these shots, as the best view is looking over the rain-slicked, dry rotted railing and looking straight down, but fortunately, the landscape photography gods were kind to me and I did not lose my camera gear in the abyss.
I received a package from my friend Ashley today! I decided to share what she wrote on the box, some words, names, expressions that mean something to each of us.
I can't believe I've known her for more than a year already and that I met her randomly on the internet. And she's coming over in June/July! Can't wait!
Detail of Broomfield House on the Chicksand Estate, a modernist social housing estate in Bethnal Green. Built in the early to mid 1960s.
[I moved this cabinet card up to the head of the line because somebody favorited it today, and many of my new followers probably haven't seen it. When it comes to pure greatness, here you are. This is just a fabulous cabinet card. I paid a pretty penny for it back in the day, like, a lot of money, but I still think it was money well spent. A relative of Mrs. Robinson contacted me to tell me about her, but thank goodness she didn't want the photo back. I fall in love quite easily. I fell in love with Mrs. Robinson, and though my hopes are unrequited, I am still her eternal slave.]
I bought this card from an Internet dealer (not Ebay). He had posted the card, as he does every two weeks, and put a price on it, and no one had bought it. The photos are posted on Sunday, and the first person who says he will pay the money gets the photo. I told the dealer I was tempted, and he emailed back and urged me to buy it. Naturally, I ended up buying it, even though it was priced very high. I've paid more for a photo, but that was on Ebay. I'm not going to say how much I paid for this, but it was a lot.
On the one hand, you could say I overpaid. I mean, it's just a photo of a woman looking in a mirror. The photo has some fingerprint smudges, it's kind of plain, barren, there's not a lot going on, and though I find this woman attractive enough, she's not a stunning (a favorite Ebay seller's word) beauty. I mean, it's just a nice photograph---why did I waste my money?
I paid that money because the photograph is astonishingly modern. It's like the past leapfrogged the present and jumped into the future. I mean, this woman is dead, and there she is, looking right at us, right now, not a hundred years ago, or however long ago it was.
Did she know that we would be looking at her? Why isn't she smiling? I think she isn't smiling because she's saying "I Lived." She's saying, "I'm Living." She's saying, "I'm Alive." And of course she's not alive. But she is alive.
Perhaps I bought the photograph because it distills into a single artifact so much of what draws me to old photographs (and yes, of course, I find her attractive).
I don't think the seller had done a lot of research on Wirt Robinson. Maybe one of you who has access to genealogical resources could find her first name for me. Perhaps there was more than one "Wirt Robinson." However, I found information on only one, and since the one I found was a good one, I didn't look any further.
Wirt Robinson was in the Army, and he taught at West Point. He wrote a book which seems to be still in print, with the wonderful title "Notes On The Circumstances Of A Moving Projectile." Apparently, when he wasn't teaching at West Point, he was off in the tropics, looking at birds. Somewhere (ART_NAHPRO perhaps will find it for us) there is a book he wrote, or illustrated, about birds in the forests of Venezuela. How he could have borne the absence of Mrs. Wirt Robinson is beyond me. Perhaps the experience of her was so rich, so filling, so extravagant, that he could only take a little bit at a time, like foie gras or something. From the looks of things, I would guess that Mrs. Robinson was extremely sensitive in that little square inch just behind her ear lobe. They say that the universe is so vast that out there somewhere there is another planet where they speak English. If that is so, perhaps there is another planet out there where Mrs. Robinson and mrwaterslide might meet and fall in love (of course, not-wanting her to be Mrs. Robinson, but Amelia Arnold, or whatever her maiden name was.)
I have this idea of what Wirt Robinson was like. He must have been an academic sort of fellow, but, like Mr. Chips, he was that lucky fellow who met the love of his life, and won her heart, as she had won his. Unlike Mr. Chips, I hope his love endured in the earthly realm, and lasted to old age. There would have been fires in the fireplace, and sherry, and croquet perhaps, and the triumphs and sadnesses of students who came and went (it seems that Wirt Robinson lived in to the 20's though I haven't found a date of death.)
One last little tidbit, that I saw once and now can't find again---apparently at West Point there is a little memorial to Wirt Robinson, and it seems, though I haven't been able to find a picture, that it is a statue of a bunch of ducks. I really hope you're allowed to go there and see it.
This is his request.....Mom, I love quail egg chick and smiley mark. Please make smiley bento box tomorrow, my younger boy said last night. Okey, okey I'll make it. ..and I made this:D