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Around the bend upstream from the large waterfall on Spring Creek in Waterloo, TN is this much smaller waterfall. A beautiful, easy place to get too just off Waterloo Rd (the bridge in the background is Waterloo Rd). It is a great place to do a little exploring, take some photos, or even do a little swimming.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
MTA Bridges and Tunnels and the New York City Department of Environmental Protection work together to assist falcons that reside atop the Throgs Neck Bridge.
Photo: Metropolitan Transportation Authority / Marisa Baldeo.
ENGLISH :
Manhattan is located on an island. To get there, there are bridges (including the famous Brooklyn Bridge) and tunnels. Manhattan is the most populous district, just look at the skyscrapers, which are not all offices
(more details later, as time permits)
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street. The cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
Ponte Hercílio Luz, Florianópolis-SC.
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it turned out okay, even though the bridge shook a lot.
i didn't see any signs, but i now know photographing NYC bridges and tunnels is not allowed. ignorance is such a bliss. :-)
Schöllenen Gorge, in the Swiss canton of Uri between the towns of Göschenen to the north and Andermatt to the south.
The gorge was first opened up as a bridle path with the construction of a wooden bridge in the 1220s. This was of great strategic importance because it opened the Gotthard Pass, with historical consequences both regionally and to the Italian politics of the Holy Roman Empire.
The wooden bridge Stiebender Steg was replaced by a stone bridge in 1595, which came to be known as Devil's Bridge (Teufelsbrücke).
According to the legend the people of Uri recruited the Devil for the difficult task of building the bridge. The Devil requested to receive the first thing to pass the bridge in exchange for his help. To trick the Devil, who expected to receive the soul of the first man to pass the bridge, the people of Uri sent across a dog by throwing a piece of bread, and the dog was promptly torn to pieces by the Devil. Enraged at having been tricked the Devil went to fetch a large rock to smash the bridge, but, carrying the rock back to the bridge, he came across a holy man who "scolded him" (der ihn bescholten) and forced him to drop the rock, which could still be seen on the path below Göschenen.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sch%C3%B6llenen_Gorge
A replacement cut stone bridge was planned in the 1800s (the closest bridge in the photo). Construction took 10 years. The new bridge allowed (single-lane) motorized traffic, opening the Gotthard Pass to automobiles. The 1595 bridge fell out of use after the completion of the second bridge in 1830, and it collapsed in 1888.
The Gotthard railway project of 1872 avoided the Schöllenen Gorge by building the Gotthard Rail Tunnel under it, but the Schöllenenbahn, a rack railway, was built through the gorge in 1917. The modern road bridge and tunnel date to 1958. It served as the main road across the Central Alps during the 1960s and 1970s, but since the construction of the Gotthard Road Tunnel in 1980 it has only been of regional importance, connecting Uri with canton of Valais and the Surselva.
HDR + Lightroom
P1060818_19_20_21_22_23_24_easyHDR-dramatic-bright-6
Copyright © Phil Dodd 2019, All Rights Reserved. A shot taken a while back capturing both Dalton Bridge and Tunnel on a great day for some infrared shooting.
Thanks for looking and / or commenting,
Best Regards,
Phil.
One of the things that’s interesting about living in a big city is the number of times in which we draw instant conclusions about strange sights on the street. To some extent, everything looks strange on Halloween, of course, but when you’re surrounded by 8 million strangers, you see strange, unexpected sights every day. You don’t have the time, the energy, or the interest to check out the details; so you make some “snap” judgments that get filed away temporarily in some recess of your mind, and you just keep walking.
As a street photographer, I am constantly told that I should stop and interact with the people I photograph; get to know them, learn enough about them so that the photographs tell a meaningful personal story without the need for any words. But the photo you’re looking at here has at least seven individuals, most of whom I’ll never see again. True, 6 of the 7 are walking away from me; and I could have stopped the figure in the red mask to find out who he is, where he comes from, and a thousand other details about his life. Maybe he (or she) was hoping I would do so; maybe that’s what he (or she) really wants. But for better or worse, I simply snapped a photo (actually, five photos in quick succession) and kept on walking.
But if I did not stop to chat with this individual, obviously you didn’t either. To you, this is just a momentary scene, captured as digital bits that float through the Internet. Chances are you’ll never see an image quite like this again, and you’ll never meet the man/woman or the dog. And most of the people looking at this image have never been to New York City, never set foot in Greenwich Village, and have no idea whether this is a common, daily scene — or just an anomaly that occurs once a year.
Be honest with yourself: if you’re human, you’ve drawn some conclusions about what you’re looking at. You have probably assumed, for example, that it is a man you’re looking at, not a woman. Why? Who knows … maybe it’s the body language, maybe it’s the choice of pants rather than a dress, maybe it’s some combination of a hundred other subtle clues.
I also conclude that I’m looking at a relatively young person; not a child, of course, but also not an elderly person in his 80s, and probably not even a middle-aged person. Why? Again, who knows? It might be as simple as the bias that older people simply would not “do” such a thing … and, of course, it might actually turn out that this snap judgment is utterly, totally wrong. Maybe it’s an old woman who is pushing the stroller down the street …
As for the scene itself — a costumed dog in a baby stroller — there are a thousand other snap judgments that we might make. I wouldn’t be surprised, for example, if a common response from people all across the United States would be something like, “Only a gay person in a sinful, wicked part of a big city would parade around looking like that.”
I mention that particular example of a snap judgment (which, of course, is likely to be utterly wrong) to make a point: when most of us see something that’s completely different from the “normal” scene we encounter every day, it’s hard to resist the (largely unconscious) temptation to make judgments, often negative and critical in nature. If you’re a virile heterosexual in a small midwestern town, perhaps you expect to see people walking down the street with their German shepherd, and maybe you expect to see a Halloween costume that involves a farmer carrying a shotgun. Or maybe you have some other, completely different mental image of what would be “normal” in whatever corner of the universe you live in. But when you see this scene, your first reaction is, “Wow, that’s different, and it’s weird.” And your section reaction might well be, “Not only is it weird, it’s wrong!”
That doesn’t happen to us, at least not as often, in a big city like New York. That’s because we see weird things all day long. Not just on Halloween, but every day of the week. Gradually, you begin to accept the reality that you, too, are weird — at least from the perspective of the other weird people you see on the street. Everyone is weird, in their own little way. If nothing else, it teaches us to be more tolerant, more inclusive, more accepting.
But I still don’t get the gold necklace this person is wearing. That is definitely weird. Very weird.
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for Nov 18, 2015.
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street. The cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
Approaching the more central part of the West Village, it became apparent that some of the local residents preferred not to take an active part in the festivities ... but rather to put a modest scarecrow-figure on a bicycle that they had securely padlocked onto a street-sign ...
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street, the cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City
New York City (NYC), often called the City of New York or simply New York (NY), is the most populous city in the United States. With an estimated 2018 population of 8,398,748 distributed over about 302.6 square miles (784 km2), New York is also the most densely populated major city in the United States. Located at the southern tip of the U.S. state of New York, the city is the center of the New York metropolitan area, the largest metropolitan area in the world by urban landmass. With almost 20 million people in its metropolitan statistical area and approximately 23 million in its combined statistical area, it is one of the world's most populous megacities. New York City has been described as the cultural, financial, and media capital of the world, significantly influencing commerce, entertainment, research, technology, education, politics, tourism, art, fashion, and sports. Home to the headquarters of the United Nations, New York is an important center for international diplomacy.
Situated on one of the world's largest natural harbors, New York City is composed of five boroughs, each of which is a county of the State of New York. The five boroughs—Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, the Bronx, and Staten Island—were consolidated into a single city in 1898. The city and its metropolitan area constitute the premier gateway for legal immigration to the United States. As many as 800 languages are spoken in New York, making it the most linguistically diverse city in the world. New York is home to more than 3.2 million residents born outside the United States, the largest foreign-born population of any city in the world as of 2016. As of 2019, the New York metropolitan area is estimated to produce a gross metropolitan product (GMP) of $2.0 trillion. If greater New York City were a sovereign state, it would have the 12th highest GDP in the world. New York is home to the highest number of billionaires of any city in the world.
New York City traces its origins to a trading post founded by colonists from the Dutch Republic in 1624 on Lower Manhattan; the post was named New Amsterdam in 1626. The city and its surroundings came under English control in 1664 and were renamed New York after King Charles II of England granted the lands to his brother, the Duke of York. New York was the capital of the United States from 1785 until 1790, and has been the largest U.S. city since 1790. The Statue of Liberty greeted millions of immigrants as they came to the U.S. by ship in the late 19th and early 20th centuries and is a symbol of the U.S. and its ideals of liberty and peace. In the 21st century, New York has emerged as a global node of creativity and entrepreneurship and environmental sustainability, and as a symbol of freedom and cultural diversity. In 2019, New York was voted the greatest city in the world per a survey of over 30,000 people from 48 cities worldwide, citing its cultural diversity.
Many districts and landmarks in New York City are well known, including three of the world's ten most visited tourist attractions in 2013. A record 62.8 million tourists visited New York City in 2017. Times Square is the brightly illuminated hub of the Broadway Theater District, one of the world's busiest pedestrian intersections, and a major center of the world's entertainment industry. Many of the city's landmarks, skyscrapers, and parks are known around the world. Manhattan's real estate market is among the most expensive in the world. New York is home to the largest ethnic Chinese population outside of Asia, with multiple distinct Chinatowns across the city. Providing continuous 24/7 service and contributing to the nickname The City that Never Sleeps, the New York City Subway is the largest single-operator rapid transit system worldwide, with 472 rail stations. The city has over 120 colleges and universities, including Columbia University, New York University, Rockefeller University, and the City University of New York system, which is the largest urban public university system in the United States. Manhattan is home to the world's two largest stock exchanges by total market capitalization, namely the New York Stock Exchange, located on Wall Street in the Financial District of Lower Manhattan, and NASDAQ, headquartered in Midtown Manhattan.
Source: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brooklyn_Bridge
The Brooklyn Bridge is a hybrid cable-stayed/suspension bridge in New York City, spanning the East River between the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn. Opened on May 24, 1883, the Brooklyn Bridge was the first fixed crossing across the East River. It was also the longest suspension bridge in the world at the time of its opening, with a main span of 1,595.5 feet (486.3 m) and a deck located 127 ft (38.7 m) above mean high water. The span was originally called the New York and Brooklyn Bridge or the East River Bridge but was officially renamed the Brooklyn Bridge in 1915.
Proposals for a bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn were first made in the early 19th century, which eventually led to the construction of the current span, designed by John A. Roebling. His son Washington Roebling oversaw the construction and contributed further design work, assisted by the latter's wife, Emily Warren Roebling. While construction started in 1870, numerous controversies and the novelty of the designed construction process caused the actual construction to be prolonged over thirteen years. Since opening, the Brooklyn Bridge has undergone several reconfigurations, having carried horse-drawn vehicles and elevated railway lines until 1950. To alleviate increasing traffic flows, additional bridges and tunnels were built across the East River. Following gradual deterioration, the Brooklyn Bridge has been renovated several times, including in the 1950s, 1980s, and 2010s.
The Brooklyn Bridge is the southernmost of four toll-free vehicular bridges connecting Manhattan Island and Long Island, with the Manhattan, Williamsburg, and Queensboro bridges to the north. Only passenger vehicles and pedestrian and bicycle traffic are permitted. A major tourist attraction since its opening, the Brooklyn Bridge has become an icon of New York City. Over the years, the bridge has been used as the location of various stunts and performances, as well as several crimes and attacks. The Brooklyn Bridge has been designated a National Historic Landmark, a New York City landmark, and a National Historic Civil Engineering Landmark.
This was the scene as I got off the subway and started hearing uptown.
You can find Laight Street on a city map if you look carefully enough ... but basically, I was at the intersection of Sixth Avenue and Canal Street.
As you can see, some people were doing their best to ignore the Halloween festival altogether; and even the ones wearing costumes were often doing their best to avoid looking too outlandish.
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street, the cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
The H&M system began operations in 1908 and was fully finished in 1911. However, from the 1920s onward, the rise of automobile travel and construction of bridges and tunnels across the Hudson River sent the H&M into a financial decline from which it never recovered. It was forced into bankruptcy in 1954.
As part of the deal that cleared the way for the construction of the original World Trade Center, the Port Authority bought the H&M out of receivership in 1962 when it was in an utterly decrepit condition and renamed it the PATH System. (Port Authority Trans Hudson).
The Port Authority spend hundreds of millions of dollars to rejuvenate the stations, purchase new trains and replace the railroad's ancient electrical infrastructure.
The H&M Powerhouse in Jersey City once served as the source of electricity by burning oil and coal to power the Hudson and Manhattan Railroad, transmitting the electricity through massive underground cables.
Speed bonnie boat like a bird on the wing,
Onward the sailors cry.
Carry the lad that's born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye.
These day's, you can leave the 'bonnie boat' moored and take the Skye Road Bridge that links the Kyle of Lochalsh on the mainland with Kyleakin on Skye. It's quite a graceful structure, part of it pictured here with the lighthouse on Eilean Bàn.
Prior to the bridge, two 28-car ferries had been operating but, particularly during the Summer months, there were huge queues building up.
The bridge opened on 16 October 1995 and as part of an agreement, the builders, who had provided the finance, were allowed to charge a toll.
By 2004 a round trip was costing those who used the bridge £11.40, which was fourteen times the round trip price charged by the Forth Road Bridge! This led to many protests with claims that the toll made it the most expensive road in Europe.
I recall my first visit and baulking at the seemingly expensive cost compared with other bridge and tunnel tolls.
Eventually, the protesters won out and the crossing is now toll free.
However, if you like the idea of crossing via a 'bonnie boat', you still have the option of using the Caledonian Macbrayne ferry between Armadale and Mallaig, which can take up to 45 minutes to cross the wider distance.
Old Elbe Tunnel or St. Pauli Elbe Tunnel (German: Alter Elbtunnel (coll.) or St. Pauli Elbtunnel (official name)) which opened in 1911, is a pedestrian and vehicle tunnel in Hamburg, Germany. The 426 m (1,398 ft) long tunnel was a technical sensation; 24 m (80 ft) beneath the surface, two tubes with 6 m (20 ft) diameter connect central Hamburg with the docks and shipyards on the south side of the river Elbe. This meant a big improvement for tens of thousands of workers in one of the busiest harbours in the world.
Four huge lifts on either side of the tunnel carried pedestrians, carriages and motor vehicles to the bottom. They are still in operation, though due to the limited capacity by today's standards, other bridges and tunnels have been built and taken over most of the traffic.
In 2008 approx 300,000 cars, 63,000 bicycles and 700,000 pedestrians used the tunnel. The tunnel is opened 24 hours for pedestrians and bicycles. For motorized vehicles opening times are currently Monday to Friday from 5.20 AM to 8.00 PM, on Saturdays from 5.20 AM to 4.00 PM.
(Wikipedia)
Der 1911 eröffnete St. Pauli-Elbtunnel – in Abgrenzung zum seit 1975 bestehenden Neuen Elbtunnel auch Alter Elbtunnel genannt – unterquert die Norderelbe auf einer Länge von 426,5 Metern und verbindet mit zwei Tunnelröhren die nördliche Hafenkante bei den St. Pauli-Landungsbrücken (Nordeingang) mit der Elbinsel Steinwerder (Südeingang). Er wird als öffentlicher Verkehrsweg sowohl von Fußgängern und Radfahrern sowie eingeschränkt von Kraftfahrzeugen genutzt. Er galt bei seiner Eröffnung als technische Sensation, steht seit 2003 unter Denkmalschutz und wurde am 7. September 2011 von der Bundesingenieurkammer und der Hamburgischen Ingenieurkammer-Bau mit dem Titel Historisches Wahrzeichen der Ingenieurbaukunst in Deutschland ausgezeichnet. Die Ehrentafel wurde am nördlichen Eingang (St. Pauli) angebracht.
(Wikipedia)
San Francisco - Oakland Bay Bridge, 5-Seconds, lower deck, 5 lanes each deck, bumper to bumper, at the speed limit! Tripod, both hands on wheel! No HDR.
Free wallpaper for over 100 of my images in 6 different screen sizes is now available!
See the 1200 pixel version!
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Canon 5D Mark II
Canon 17-40L @37
5-second exposure @F8 (5-10 sec. is best for this)
No Filters
No polarizer.
ISO 50
Small Slik tripod with Manfrotto pistol grip ball head
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RAW file processed with Capture One by Phase One
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First, the results of the Haiti Charity relief auction for my last upload:
Congrats to Peter Kent from NSW, Australia with his winning bid of US $ 400.00!
And in a late night email, which I didn't see until this morning, Kenny Shields from Scotland matched Peter's $400 final bid.
So I'm going to make two prints, and the photo 'The Curl' has now raised US $800.00 for Haiti Charity Relief!
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Okay, so I was headed home after chasing some nice light which lasted about an hour. I may upload one but I'm not sure yet. Anyway, the San Francisco area has lots of bridges and tunnels, so I've been thinking about doing this sort of thing for a while.
Going across this bridge can be quite intense. It is the second busiest bridge in the world, just 3% behind the GW in New York. But there are only 5 lines in each direction, so traffic is always packed and going as fast as possible.
So, this is what I did:
1. I pulled over on a side street before one of the bridge onramps and set up the tripod with two legs extended beside each front seat, but firmly on the floorboard. The third leg was shortened and firmly on the console. The other two legs were wedged between the seats and the console and the camera was firm and not wiggling around at all. So I could speed up, stop quickly and go over bumps with hardly any movement of the camera. The lens was 1 inch below the rear-view mirror and 1 inch from the windshield.
2. I composed the shot with the hood of the car just below the frame, slightly pointed upwards and a little off-center. It was right at sunset, mostly cloudy and raining so I set the aperture to F8 for 5-seconds just making a guess with the light meter in the middle. It was darker under the deck so I added a bit of time for that.
3. I entered on the San Francisco side during a pouring rain right at sunset. (It should be raining for the best reflections on the road surface.) And it should be sunrise or sunset for the best light effects.
4. I moved into the middle lane so that there were two lanes on either side.
5. This suspension deck is 2 miles (3.2km) long before the tunnel on Yerba Buena island, so I had time to move around in traffic to get into an open space for a wider unobstructed view.
6. As I approached the tunnel, I slowed down to allow a car on the left and right to pass me and I made the exposure. The cars went streaking by as you can see.
That's it. I made other ones too, including one in the tunnel and the other side of the island on the 2-mile long east span.
Be SUPER careful if you do this! Practise on empty streets. I was able to keep both hands on the steering wheel, my eyes on the road, by using the remote shutter release.
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The map shows exactly where this is.
See my Flickr profile for a link to my newly designed website.
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Google Earth
Simply the best way to scout out locations that there is. You can see sun angles and pre-visualize light under lots of different conditions. Sometimes you can actually pre-compose your shots! This has saved me many thousands of vertical feet of climbing by avoiding spots with blocked views etc.
Satellite imagery (choose 'National' for a local US region or use your fave website)
www.wrh.noaa.gov/satellite/?wfo=mtr
Tide charting and preditions: (chose your area in US, other countries have similar websites)
tidesandcurrents.noaa.gov/tide_predictions.shtml?gid=235
Wave Heights (I choose 'North Pacific from Global')
polar.ncep.noaa.gov/waves/main_int.html
Or Here:
www.opc.ncep.noaa.gov/shtml/RP1bw.gif
Photos of every inch of the California coastline from a small plane. Excellent for close in detailed views.
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Der 1911 eröffnete St. Pauli-Elbtunnel – in Abgrenzung zum seit 1975 bestehenden Neuen Elbtunnel auch Alter Elbtunnel genannt – unterquert die Norderelbe auf einer Länge von 426,5 Metern und verbindet mit zwei Tunnelröhren die nördliche Hafenkante bei den St. Pauli-Landungsbrücken mit der Elbinsel Steinwerder. Er wird als öffentlicher Verkehrsweg sowohl von Fußgängern und Radfahrern sowie eingeschränkt von Kraftfahrzeugen genutzt.
Old Elbe Tunnel or St. Pauli Elbe Tunnel (German: Alter Elbtunnelor St. Pauli Elbtunnel officially) which opened in 1911, is a pedestrian and vehicle tunnel in Hamburg, Germany. The 426 m (1,398 ft) long tunnel was a technical sensation; 24 m (80 ft) beneath the surface, two 6 m (20 ft) diameter tubes connect central Hamburg with the docks and shipyards on the south side of the river Elbe. This was a big improvement for tens of thousands of workers in one of the busiest harbours in the world.
Four huge lifts on either side of the tunnel carried pedestrians, carriages and motor vehicles to the bottom. The two tunnels are both still in operation, though due to their limited capacity by today's standards, other bridges and tunnels have been built and taken over most of the traffic.
A little further uptown, the costumes started getting a little more interesting ... though I have to admit that I don't understand what this couple was up to.
I guess the guy on the right is supposed to be a fireman, though his helmet is a little unusual. As for the woman in orange ... well, who knows? Maybe she's a pumpkin.
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for Nov 17, 2015.
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street, the cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
When I surveyed the crowded scene around me and prepared to take this photo, I was focusing on the couple walking south on Sixth Avenue, having noticed them primarily because of the bright green colors of the woman’s costume, and her fresh-faced smile. I paid no attention to anyone else in the scene, and did not look at the individuals at all until I had uploaded the image from my camera to the computer. (Unlike some photographers, I almost never bother looking at an image on my computer, because I’m too busy looking for the next scene to capture. On the other hand, I’m not as extreme as famous people like Garry Winogrand, who died with thousands of rolls of unprocessed film, because he was so busy moving on to the next photo-op that he could not be bothered to look at anything he had already photographed. I do look at my images … it just takes a while.)
In any case, it was only after I had uploaded the entire collection of images from that Halloween afternoon (over 1,000 of them) that I noticed the young boy that I had captured on the left side of my photograph. This kind of situation happens to me all the time, and I still feel guilty sometimes that I had not paid attention as I was composing, framing, and shooting the scene — what if I had swung my camera a little to the right, and inadvertently chopped off half of the boy’s body?
But I don’t get too concerned about situations like this, because I’ve come to accept that in a crowded street scene, with lots of people moving around in all directions, it’s simply not practical to focus carefully on everything at the same time. Whether I like it or not, my brain is focusing on the few things that I’ve already decided are “significant” — in this case, the guy with the hooded jacket, and his green-costumed companion — and it tunes out everything else. Indeed, this has little or nothing to do with photography: the human brain is extremely adept at tuning out “noise” and distractions in a crowded scene, perhaps having developed the technique as a survival mechanism eons ago.
The annoying thing is that while I’m very conscious of people (or taxis or buses, etc.) that might step in front of my camera, and get between me and the subject, I don’t pay enough attention to the distractions immediately behind the subject — such as the two or three people behind this couple. For the distractions in front of my intended subjects, the solution(s) are simple: either wait until they get out of the way, or take a dozen shots in quick succession, using the “burst” mode feature available in modern cameras, and then select the image(s) before or after the distraction has arrived on the scene. I could do the same thing with the distractions behind the subject, too … but only if I paid attention to them, which I typically do not.
I can’t always guarantee, of course, that there will be anything else interesting in the picture (besides the “main” subjects that motivated the shot in the first place), but sometimes the “unexpected surprises” turn out to be far more interesting than the “official” subject. That wasn’t quite true for this particular photos; but I certainly did find myself focusing on the details of the young boy in the picture — someone whose very existence I had ignored completely when I was composing the shot in the first place.
Here are some of the questions that occurred to me:
1. How old is the boy? He looks to be 11-12 — obviously not fully grown, and arguably not even a teenager yet.
2. In which case: why is he allowed out on the street alone, without a parent or older sibling? Maybe that’s common now in NYC or other big cities; and I guess my kids would have been pushing for such independence, too, at that age.
3. On the other hand, it was Halloween, and one could expect all kinds of strange things on the street. But it was also broad daylight, in the middle of Greenwich Village … but how does a parent know whether his kid will resist whatever temptation might exist to wander off into more dangerous areas?
4. Note that the boy is carrying a full-size mobile phone. How common is that in today’s world?
5. What’s in the green bag? Did the boy actually collect that much candy in his “trick or treat” activities?
6. In addition to the upper-body part of the costume he’s wearing, is there also a facial mask that he decided to pull off?
7. What’s the story with the shoes? Yes, I know that almost everyone (or so it seems) has brightly-colored shoes these days (gym shoes? track shoes? running shoes? jogging shoes? what do we call these things when they are being worn as “every-day” shoes that have never seen the inside of a gym)
8. etc, etc, etc.
Note: I chose this as my "photo of the day" for Nov 20, 2015.
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street. The cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
"Hawks Nest Dam impounds the New River near Gauley Bridge, West Virginia. A significant amount of water flows through a 3½-mile tunnel to a hydroelectric power plant. The construction of the tunnel led to a significant amount of deaths attributed to silicosis."
BRIDGES AND TUNNELS
"As early as 1920, the Union Carbide & Carbon Company was developing new facilities in the Kanawha River valley to support the development of alloyed metals, chemicals, and plastics. It had bought a small gasoline plant with a compressor station and natural gas supply in Clendenin and began operations with just a few young chemists. In the early 1930s, the Electro-Metallurgical Company, a subsidiary of Union Carbide & Carbon, had started construction of a factory in Boncar (Alloy) to compound and smelt ores to produce ferroalloys...
...To generate electricity for the new Electro-Metallurgical facility, the company’s Kanawha & New River Power Company subsidiary proposed to divert the New River to a 100,000 kW hydroelectric power plant at a total cost of $9 million. A dam was proposed below Hawks Nest to divert most of the flow of the New River into a 16,250-foot tunnel under Gauley Mountain, re-entering the river near Gauley Bridge...
...About 3,000 men, about two-thirds of whom were Black, came to West Virginia from southern states to dig the tunnel. Many were facing widespread unemployment during the Great Depression, and reliable pay and work were welcomed. They worked 10- to 15-hour shifts, using drills and dynamite to mine the sandstone which was compromised mostly of cemented quartz (silica) sand. The boring of the 32- to 36-foot diameter tunnel was started from both portals and met in the center on August 6, 1931. It was essentially completed on August 19, 1931, twice as fast as was originally projected...
...Water began pouring through the tunnel in late June 1936 and the tunnel was filled by July 1. The water was allowed to rest for a week to ensure the tunnel had no leaks after which workers slowly opened the gates to allow water to turn the four turbines to generate 140,000 horsepower of electricity.
The creation of Hawks Nest Dam formed a 250-acre lake behind the dam while it all but dried up the New River for a five-mile stretch that’s now referred to as the “Dries.”...
...The dry drilling techniques released large amounts of silica dust into the air. The workers were not given masks or specialized breathing equipment to use while mining, although management wore such equipment during inspections. As a result of the exposure to silica dust, many workers developed silicosis, a debilitating lung disease. About 60% of the Hawks Nest workers were unable to work after just two months of underground work, while 80% were rendered disabled after working underground for six months. A large number of the workers eventually died from silicosis, some as quickly as within a year. The tragedy brought formal recognition of acute silicosis as an occupational lung disease that could result in compensation to protect workers.
Lawsuits were soon filed against Rinehart & Dennis, the construction firm that oversaw the boring of the tunnel. P.H. Faulconer, president of the company, stated that the lawsuits were “rackets.” It ultimately paid $170,000 to settle 300 cases out of court (only 3% of the $4 million in damages originally sought) and paid $166,000 to a state compensation fund. The state supreme court threw out 200 other lawsuits as they had not been filed in time." (bridgestunnels.com)
I have taken these words from "Bridges and Tunnels" and cut some portions out for brevity. I strongly recommend reading the page on the Hawks Nest Dam, to learn more about the tragedy that was forced upon the Black workers. The site of the dam from Hawks Nest is simultaneously awe-inspiring and horrific, but what was done to the workers, how they were treated in both life and in death, is staggeringly terrible.
bridgestunnels.com/location/hawks-nest-dam/
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Another bridge in the park. Not sure why fascinated with the bridges and tunnels in the park. The accoustics are wonderful as this gentlemen in the shadows was tuning his instrument.
London Transport battery-electric loco L.37 at Finsbury Park in May 1974. The overbridge in the background carries the main line from Kings Cross, and ex-Lea Valley Derby/Rolls Royce diesel-hydraulic Class 125 units are visible.. Ashburton Grove signal box is in front of the overbridge..
The LT 1938 Stock sandwiched between the two battery-electric locos is on its way from Neasden to the car sheds at Drayton Park, after overhaul. These stock transfers used to go via the disused 'Northern Heights' branch through Highbury (GN), but that line was closed after 1970 due to deterioration of the bridges and tunnels. After that, the stock had to go from Neasden down to Farringdon on the Metrpolitan Line, then cross over on to the BR 'City Widened Lines', and travel back via Kings Cross up to Finsbury Park, and then down to Drayton Park.
These services ceased after the Northern City LT services ended in 1975, and today (2018) the mainline is electrified, and some of these tracks are still in place, leading down to the GN Suburban electrified line to Moorgate, but the tracks to the left have gone...
L.37 was withdrawn, and scrapped, in the 1980s. One example has been preserved..
Original slide - photographer unknown
66097 and 66155 power up the gradient and under the bridges and tunnel that lead out of Chepstow working 6B13 0500 Robeston Sdgs to Westerleigh. The vegetation hanging down looking like vines from a Tarzan movie.
(more details later, as time permits)
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A year ago, I uploaded a bunch of photos to Flickr and admitted that while I had lived in New York City for 45 years — I had never previously attended, observed, photographed, or participated in the annual Halloween Parade that takes place in Greenwich Village. I won’t repeat the rest of the meandering blather that I wrote … if you would like to see it, and/or the photos that accompanied the notes, you can find them here on Flickr:
www.flickr.com/photos/yourdon/albums/72157646748393453
In any case, though, I decided to return to the parade again this year … and, like last year, I got off the subway at the Canal Street (express) station, and walked north to where the cops and the parade-floats, the bands and the professional photographers were gathering in anticipation of another year of festivity.
But I quickly discovered that, while last year’s parade started at 7 PM, when it was already cold and dark, this year’s parade was not scheduled to get started until 9 PM. I realize that 9 PM is quite an early hour for ghouls and vampires, not to mention teenagers, young adults, party-goers, and even the majority of the bridge-and-tunnel crowd who were presumably just getting in their trains and buses to make the trek from the wilderness regions of Long Island and New Jersey. But for those of us slightly (ahem) older than the age of 35, 9 PM is about the time when we turn on last night’s video-recording of Jimmy Fallon or Trevor Noah, and watch in a glassy-eyed stupor for a few minutes before we begin snoring …
So … I decided not to hang around the official starting position at Spring Street for two or three hours, and instead began wandering further north into the more crowded sections of the West Village — near West 4th Street. And I’m glad I did: while there were no bands or “fancy” displays, there was a lot more energy, and a lot of interesting costumes and people (or ghouls and vampires, depending on your preferences).
The only outcasts, far more confused and lost than the out-of-town tourists, were the cops. There were hundreds of them, maybe thousands; and this was two weeks before the recent terrorist attacks, with nobody expecting any trouble more serious than an occasional happy drunkard falling over in the street. Most of the cops that I saw were somehow affiliated with a “Community Affairs” department (or division, or whatever); but what made it funny is that none of them seemed to have a clue where they were. At one point, I stood near a friendly, attentive police officer at the corner of Sixth Avenue and 8th Street — when a tourist (sounding like he was from Germany) wandered up and asked the cop for directions to 9th Street. The cop shrugged politely and said that he really didn’t know — despite the fact that the street sign for 9th Street was clearly visible, less than a block away. I got the impression that the cops had been brought in from such far-away areas as Staten Island, Queens, and the Bronx; and while they could have navigated the neatly-rectangularized streets of mid-town Manhattan, they were utterly lost in Greenwich Village.
Oh, well, it didn’t matter. I watched one woman emerge from the subway, reassuring her clearly-terrified friend, “Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to New Jersey safely. I promise!” But she took one look at the wildly-costumed crowd around her, near the Waverly Theater, let out a loud “Woo hoo!” squeal, and left her friend behind….
In the midst of all this, I did manage to get some photos … and I’ve uploaded a small subset of them here to Flickr. Enjoy …
Bridges and tunnels, bridges and tunnels, that's Lofoten!
Cross the bridges ...... Sandbotnen is beautiful.
Best viewed Original size (1280 x 720 pixels).
Ten BR Mk3 SLE carriages were leased to Danish State Railways (DSB) between 1988 & 1998 for sleeping car services in and around Denmark. This lease came to an end following the opening of the Great Belt Fixed Link combined bridge and tunnel. During this time, the vehicles were classified as WLABr and each carried a UIC number. They are believed to have been returned to the UK probably in 1998.
A little earlier than the dates indicated above, one of the coaches (the former BR 10667, now carrying UIC number 50 86 75-32067-7) is pictured here at Copenhagen (exact location unknown) on 22/09/1987 .
Tony Walmsley (on the BRCS group.io) tells me: - records I have kept over the years suggest that three of the ten still exist, at Telford (10676 – 50 86 75-72076), Severn Valley (10677 – 50 86 75-72077) and Embsay (10698 – 50 86 75-72098). The others were scrapped mostly at Rotherham (Booth Roe) or Snailwell (EMR).
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© 2020 - 53A Models of Hull Collection. Scanned from the original 35mm colour transparency; photograph by the late David R Vickers.
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7 Days of Shooting - Week #7 'Bridges and Tunnels' - Shoot Anything Saturday
Weymouth harbour town bridge in the 'open' or 'up' position
ENGLISH :
Manhattan is located on an island. To get there, there are bridges (including the famous Brooklyn Bridge) and tunnels. Manhattan is the most populous district. Just look at the skyscrapers, which are not all offices
RJCC Z545 has begun its trip across the Bluegrass State with aluminum ingots from Novelis (Alcan) in Berea. We are in Ford, Kentucky as three venerable SD40T-2s and a train full of aluminum march across the Kentucky River over an impressive bridge and tunnel combo. A few miles down the river was the site of Fort Boonesborough, founded by Daniel Boone in April of 1775 after crossing the Kentucky River. It is Kentucky's second oldest European settlement.
London Transport battery-electric loco L.37 near Finsbury Park in May 1974. The GN main line from Kings Cross is off to the left, with Class 125 DMUs just visible..
The LT 1938 Stock sandwiched between the two battery-electric locos is on its way from Neasden to the car sheds at Drayton Park, after overhaul. These stock transfers used to go via the disused 'Northern Heights' branch through Highbury (GN), but that line was closed after 1970 due to deterioration of the bridges and tunnels. After that, the stock had to go from Neasden down to Farringdon on the Metrpolitan Line, then cross over on to the BR 'City Widened Lines', and travel back via Kings Cross up to Finsbury Park, and then down to Drayton Park.
These services ceased after the Northern City LT services ended in 1975.
L.37 was withdrawn, and scrapped, in the 1980s. One example has been preserved..
Today (2018) this area is mostly overgrown parkland, Gillespie Park..
Original slide - photographer unknown
The "Alter Elbtunnel" (Old Elbe Tunnel) in Hamburg, Germany was a rechnical sensation when it opened in 1911. The 426 m (1,398 ft) long tunnel for pedestrians and vehicles runs 24 m (80 ft) beneath the surface and consists out of two tubes with 6 m (20 ft) diameter. It connected central Hamburg with the docks and shipyards on the south side of the river Elbe. Four huge lifts on either side of the tunnel carried pedestrians, carriages and motor vehicles to the bottom. They are still in operation, though due to the limited capacity by today's standards, other bridges and tunnels have been built and taken over most of the traffic.
The Brooklyn Bridge in the Financial District of Manhattan, New York.
It is a hybrid cable-stayed/suspension bridge spanning the East River between the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn. When it opened in 1883 the Brooklyn Bridge was the first fixed crossing of the East River and was the longest suspension bridge in the world at the time.
Proposals for a bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn were first made in the early 19th century, which eventually led to the construction of the current span, designed by John A. Roebling. The project's chief engineer, his son Washington Roebling, contributed further design work, assisted by the latter's wife, Emily Warren Roebling. Construction started in 1870, with the Tammany Hall-controlled New York Bridge Company overseeing construction, although numerous controversies and the novelty of the design prolonged the project over thirteen years.
Since opening, the Brooklyn Bridge has undergone several reconfigurations, having carried horse-drawn vehicles and elevated railway lines until 1950. To alleviate increasing traffic flows, additional bridges and tunnels were built across the East River. Following gradual deterioration, the Brooklyn Bridge has been renovated several times.
A major tourist attraction since its opening, the Brooklyn Bridge has become an icon of New York City. Over the years, the bridge has been used as the location of various stunts and performances, as well as several crimes and attacks. The Brooklyn Bridge has been designated a National Historic Landmark, a New York City landmark, and a National Historic Civil Engineering Landmark.
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From St. Moritz over the Albulapass this InterRegio comes in the direction of Chur. It consists of the 1984 Ge 4/4 II 629 Tiefencastel locomotive and advertising for the new Albula II railway tunnel and Stadler Rail's new Albula articulated train cars. Because the corresponding control cars are not yet in operation, the locomotive is in front. In the future with the control cars these will always be downhill and the locomotive uphill in the direction of St. Moritz. This is because the trains may only be pushed downhill due to the risk of derailment when pushing uphill.
The Landwasser viaduct (136m / 65m) and the Landwasser tunnel (217m) together describe an arc with a radius of 100 m and an angle of 156° up to the centre of the tunnel. Then the tunnel merges into the opposite bend. The radius of the bridge and tunnel corresponds to the minimum radius of the Rhaetian Path The radius of the bridge and tunnel corresponds to the minimum curve radius of the Rhaetian Railway.
On the left in the background is the Jakobshorn ski area of Davos. In the middle the concise mountain "Muchetta", which in Rhaeto-Romanic stands for extinguishing hat (candle snuffer).
In the middle above the train a retaining wall of the railway line to Davos can be seen. Behind this range of hills is the Wiesen Viaduct.
On the right with the red sign you can see the viewpoint on the other side of the valley. It can be reached faster from Filisur station than this location, but the tunnel portal is not visible from there.
Schmitten/Filisur, Canton Graubünden, Switzerland
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Rauchender Muchetta
Aus St. Moritz über den Albulapass kommt dieser InterRegio in Richtung Chur. Er besteht aus der Lokomotive Ge 4/4 II 629 Tiefencastel mit Baujahr 1984 und mit Werbung für den Neubau des Albula-Bahntunnels II und den neuen Albula-Gliederzugwagen von Stadler Rail. Weil die dazugehörenden Steuerwagen noch nicht in Betrieb sind ist hier die Lok vorn. In Zukunft mit den Steuerwagen werden diese immer talwärts und die Lok bergwärts in Richtung St. Moritz sein. Dies weil die Züge, wegen Entgleisungsgefahr beim Stossen bergauf, nur talwärts geschoben werden dürfen.
Der Landwasserviadukt (136m / 65m) und der Landwassertunnel (217m) beschreiben zusammen bis zur Tunnelmitte einen Kreisbogen mit einem Radius von 100 m und einem Winkel von 156°. Danach geht der Tunnel in die Gegenkurve über. Der Radius von Brücke und Tunnel entspricht dem minimalen Kurvenradius der Rätischen Bahn.
Links im Hintergrund ist das Skigebiet Jakobshorn von Davos zu sehen. In der Mitte der prägnante Berg "Muchetta", was im Rätromanischen für Löschhut (Kerzenlöscher) steht.
Mittig oberhalb des Zuges ist eine Stützmauer der Bahnlinie nach Davos zu sehen. Hinter diesem Hügelzug befindet sich der Wiesener Viadukt.
Rechts mit der roten Tafel sieht man den Aussichtspunkt auf der anderen Talseite. Er ist vom Bahnhof Filisur schneller zu erreichen als dieser Standort, allerdings sieht man von dort das Tunnelportal nicht.
Schmitten/Filisur, Kanton Graubünden, Schweiz
Hirondelle de rochers
Avión roquero
Liée d'origine aux falaises naturelles, elle s'est accoutumée récemment à des sites créés de main d'Homme (front de taille de carrière, structures de l'habitat humain, ouvrages comme ponts, tunnels,...). Celle-ci nichait sous un pont en plein centre de Madrid.
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Originally associated with natural cliffs, it has recently become accustomed to man-made sites (quarry faces, human dwellings, structures such as bridges and tunnels, etc.). This one nested under a bridge in the center of Madrid.
Frozen Head State Park is centered along the Flat Fork Valley and Flat Fork Creek, a bottomland between Bird Mountain and Old Mac Mountain. The valley's namesake, Flat Fork Creek, rises on the southern slopes of Bird Mountain and follows the entire length of the mountain's southern base before emptying into Crooked Fork Creek near Wartburg. Flat Fork Creek, along with most streams in the park, is drained by the Emory River, the headwaters of which are located along Bird Mountain's northern slopes.
This photo was taken between the playground area and the picnic area near camping grounds and amphitheater area. The bridge seen in this photo is a vehicle bridge and there is a pedestrian walking bridge near here to cross the creek between the picnic and playground areas. Beautiful area with minimal effort that works great for families.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
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