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Standing quietly in one of those countless unnamed, unknown places in Appalachia. Across the street–I couldn't quite get the shot right—was evidence of at least one house, now gone. There are brush-hidden steps up from the road, but the most obvious indicator was the pair of trees perfectly spaced on either side of the top of those steps.
Once again, a well-meaning passing motorist—two, actually!— stopped to make sure I was all right and not suffering from some sort of car trouble. Though I occasionally feel like an idiot telling them that, yes, I am taking pictures of old abandoned places while wearing a girly dress in the middle of nowhere, I genuinely appreciate the chivalry and concern, and have lost count of the times this has happened to me. I'm physically small, in iffy health, and often all alone, and it would be easy to take advantage of that—yet no one, thank God, ever has. Instead they've been concerned about me and offered my Chevy a jump if she needs it! Nothing but genuine kindness. If you need encouragement about the state of the nation, maybe let that be it.
To be honest, I should probably keep a batch of my killer flourless brownies in the car when out photographing, to share with those strangers who demonstrate such basic kindness to me!
Coyote Butte's infamous Wave has been photographed countless times...and, quite frankly, it's difficult to come up with a unique perspective at this point. And so I thought I'd include a relaxing hiker into the mix in order to provide some scale for those of you who have never visited this unique spot (she actually was sitting there - I didn't add her in Photoshop).
The wonderfully colored, swirling sandstone is a photographer's dream come true and provides numerous spots to sit and relax after the long and strenuous trek thru some truly amazing scenery. Located literally on the Arizona / Utah border in Vermillion Cliffs National Monument.
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At daybreak the refugees of the Katsikas camp have to face countless queues for any matter. Food, hygiene products. Here we were doing a shoe distribution for the whole camp
One of the countless ornamentations in the Natural History Museum in London.
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حسابات قابلة للقراءة معضلات نفسية هواجس مثيرة للاهتمام توضح التطورات التطورات السائدة التصرفات المهمة,
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I have spent countless hours photographing the Hooded Mergansers. I have gotten them with crayfish and courtship displays but this is the first time I have seen them mate. The female presented herself for many minutes while the male swam around and strutted (on water no less). The mating took a surprisingly long time allowing for many camera clicks.
Special thanks to Rob Cullison who called to tell me the distribution of mergansers was good for photo opportunities. (three males and two females)
I made countless trips over this old rail over nearly four decades of railroading
Horseman 980 with 6x9 back, t-max 100
Bitterroot Branch of the former Northern Pacific Railroad in Missoula, Montana
I've seen countless versions of this kind of shot and have always wanted to try one - regardless of how much of a cliche it might be.
The title should be humorous to anyone who knows a bit of French. For those of you who are Franco-impaired, eau is French for water....and it's pronounced "oh". Besides, calling this pic "Hair Spray" was just too obvious, making it even more of a cliche. At least I have what I think is an original title, even if the pic idea isn't so original.
Whoever did this style of shot first certainly deserves kudos for inspiring a lot of wannabe photographers.
Thanks to my young cousin Claire who was a very cooperative first-time model.
Explored, July 28, 2009 #5
China, Harbin, City Impressions, …street tennis, one player, left side, challenging the two players on the right.
Heilongjiang Province, the most northeast part of China, when viewed on a map has the shape of a swan. Its capital city is Harbin, which is located south of Heilongjiang.
Not only for its special position, but also as the centre of Heilongjiang's political, economic, educational & cultural life, Harbin is described as the pearl beneath the swan's neck. Lying on the east of the Songnen Plain, what is more, Harbin plays a vital role in communications between South & North Asia as well the regions of Europe & the Pacific Ocean.
Harbin was the birthplace of Jin, 1115-1234 & Qing, 1644-1911, Dynasties, the latter of which had a very considerable influence on modern Chinese history.
At the end of the 19th century, Russia built the terminus of the Middle East Railway here. Later, more than 160,000 foreigners from 33 countries migrated to Harbin, promoting the development of a capitalist economy in the city. The economy & culture of Harbin achieved unprecedented prosperity at that time & the city gradually grew into a famous international commercial port. Assimilating external culture, Harbin created its unique & exotic cityscape. The majestic St. Sofia Orthodox Church & Zhongyang Dajie each built in a European style have the effect of bringing you into an 'eastern Moscow'. Even though you are sure to be attracted by various exotic buildings, the Dragon Tower which embodies the wisdom of the Chinese people is a must on your journey.
Besides these rich cultural heritages, Harbin is favoured with beautiful natural scenery. Based on meandering Song Hua River & subject to severe low temperatures in winter, down to -30°C, when I took this Pictures the Temperature varied between -20°C & -26°C but dry air, Harbin boasts a unique ice & snow culture. So, Harbin is also called the "Ice City".
The impressive "Ice & Snow Festival" is the greatest & unusual one in the world, therefor Harbin is also called the "Ice City".
As well the large Siberian Tiger & white tigers research centre, with about 500 tigers & a few other species, does an important work to prevent this species from extinction. The Research centre can be visited, tours in small a bus are available, passing through wide natural, separated, sections, however the focus point is to save the tigers.
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We see countless sunrises, yet we are always startled by its beauty.At first there appears to be a tiny ball at the horizon. It slowly comes out of the shadow of clouds, increasing in size. You just look at it. The waves of seas kiss the land and rocks gently and you want to be kissed too.The vast expanse of sea in front of you filled with unknown depths and the land beneath you assuring you are safe, the cool breeze of air filled with pleasant notes and the sky with all the warmth of a mother
If you look closely enough, you can see the countless golden eyes that glitter in the darkness...
TIME FOR CRAB
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I'm surprised when I peek at the water droplets in the morning with a macro lens.
There is a great world to show.
It's like a galaxy of countless stars in outer space
ｔo mend and feeling like you fall into the illusion of seeing
and give them great dreams.
Nature is infinite and absolutely mysterious!
In countless big cities across the Galactic Federation, especially in hive-cities with complex system of highways and smaller roads, the problem of traffic congestion and a high number of accidents is especially acute. So in some those cities personal cars was replaced by an automatic taxi system. It is made up of millions of public cabs that do not require a driver to operate and can operate on dedicated traffic lines as well as on numerous small branches off major highways.
These electric vehicles do not have a rear or front and move in both directions equally quickly, which greatly simplifies city traffic and does not waste time on turning. Also, the salon is pressurized and even has life support systems, thanks to which these cabs can be used in cities with the most unfavorable ecology or on the surface of planets where there is no breathable atmosphere. Due to the fact that all cabs are controlled by automatics and connected to a single network, the accident rate of this type of transport is minimized.
P.S. Only after hour long rendering I noticed that cars "levitating" above the ground. And I'm too lazy to re-render it. :P
All of the countless times we've been down this road looking at the country surrounding Fisher Towers, it's never looked like this.
We bolted out of Colorado that day because it was scheduled to rain for four straight days and after considering the prospect of of sitting in the tent waiting for the weather to clear, we figured we could do better.
Solution: Utah.
After seeing this: We weren't so sure.
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Summer 2014 2nd leg: "Getting High"
July 9: Stopping at every pullout at Black Canyon of the Gunnison's south rim; getting through Grand Junction unnoticed; setting up camp at Fisher Towers.
We, and countless thousands of Calgarians, headed to the mountains for the first day of our long weekend, our Victoria Day Weekend. The parking areas at trailheads were overrun, and so many just parked on the roadside. There were more people on our route than usual, but it was challenging enough that it didn't attract throngs. We thought there would be snow about, and luckily the snow at the top was strong and stable.
Countless winters, rains & sunburns has it seen,
The home where my childhood had its future foreseen,
Blessings of elders & their love have been it's king & queen,
Just mud walls & mud roofs have fabricated my life, transforming the realism to a wonderful dream...
Countless colourful stars and nebulae, red emission, blue reflection and dark - the latter's intricate swirls and shapes stimulate the imagination - adorn this beautiful Milky Way field.
The emission nebula is known as IC 1283, 84 whilst the blue reflection nebulae are NGC 6589 and NGC 6590, 95. Distance ~5,900 light years. Most of the lower half of the field contains interstellar molecular/dust clouds which are detectable by their reddening effect on the light of the more distant stars.
Takahashi TOA-130/EM-200 Temma2/SBIG 11000M camera; f=1000mm, f7.7, fov 1.8x1.0deg. LRGB = 190:70:70:70min for total exposure of 6h40m.
countless paths for Peds and a car
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I have taken countless shots of these two, and never seem to get the expressions, lines, and colors I want. Finally, it happened, a few weeks before we left the farm. Does that mean my hard work paid off, or was I lucky? I'm not sure, but thankful either way :)
Oh, and what I was going for: lines that led your eye to the interaction, soft, warm colors, and a curious expression that conveyed "friendship." So many times, Uno's prey drive kicks in around livestock (is a mini donkey livestock?), but that never happened with this cutie, only gentle, inquisitive sniffs.
All the bumpy roads and countless opinions
Everyone keeps saying their own preference
There will always be something
There will always be somewhere
Fitting in is a boring mess
Just turn your back and keep on walking
I can live for what I'm after even though i know that maybe im still far from becoming a full time photographer here
I'm still the person who I wanted to be and that's all that matters
To a world full of opinions and bias preferences please be the one who will stand up to listen to what you wanted to become.
The classic European dragon dates back countless centuries, possibly arising from Germanic origins. In its earliest renditions, it is depicted as having four great legs and wings at shoulder position. Traditionally, the European dragon has a strong penchant for golden treasure, the more the better, and is often seen slumbering atop a massive hoard, gathered in the depths of a stronghold.Many a brave knight has lost their life trying to vanquish such a beast. How then, will our hero survive?
This model is comprised of 7,416 individual LEGO® elements and took three weeks to design and create.
The Dragon's Hoard ©Jessica Farrell, October 2019
After countless attempts to capture great Blue Herons I rented a Nikon 800mm F5.6 with the 1.25 teleconverter The light wasnt the best being back lit windy and rainy needless to say was happy with the results
After countless cold winters, she returns to the place she once called home...
This is my entry to the Summer Joust's Gradients category.
We, and countless thousands of Calgarians, headed to the mountains for the first day of our long weekend, our Victoria Day Weekend. The parking areas at trailheads were overrun, and so many just parked on the roadside. There were more people on our route than usual, but it was challenging enough that it didn't attract throngs. We thought there would be snow about, and luckily the snow at the top was strong and stable.
While countless fans flock to CN's former Missabe Road mainline to chase the ore trains behind their vintage power, their nextdoor neighbor is largely eschewed. But BNSF continues to be a major player in the ion ore business with exclusive access to two of the six currently producing taconite pellet plants in the Iron Range region. Serving the Keetac and Hibtacc plants of US Steel and Cleveland Cliffs in Keewatin and Hibbing respectively these facilities are west of the DMIR along legacy Great Northern Railway routes. While some ore moves via long all 'all rail' routings much of it flows to Superior and the massive ex GB Allouez ore yard and docks. The primary route for these trains among the heaviest in North America is via BNSF's Allouez, Lakes, and Casco Subdivisions. The latter basically parallels the former DMIR northward some places literally in sight of their competitor.
Despite this proximity you see comparatively very few photos of BNSF operations along the Casco. I suppose this makes sense given that trains are much less frequent and they run with mundane modern wide cabs and similarly modern ore hoppers. However there is an exception to that rule and we got intel that on this day the biweekly (I think) road local was to be heading south from Kelly Lake Yard with a lead unit still in Burlington Northern green.
After confirming with a friend at BNSF that a crew was indeed ordered and we took the leap of faith and drove 90 minutes north. Upon arrival we sure enough found the train built in the yard with three units and the advertised BN leader but all shut down and narry a soul around. But we gave it a bit and soon enough a taxi arrived, the units were fired up and the crew called for permission out of the yard. This is all welded rail, CTC, and 50 mph territory and with no opposition they got lights the length of the line 49 miles south to Brookston. After getting one shot of them pulling we drove 40 miles south (50 by car) for our second shot and made it with only minutes to spare.
BNSF's MKLLSUP (manifest Kelly Lake to Superior) is hammering at track speed southbound approaching the Hwy 8 at MP 63.2 on the Casco Sub. This trackage dates from 1901 when James J. Hill's Eastern Railway of Minnesota built north in pursuit of iron. In 1905 the railroad was leased to the Great Northern and two years later was outright purchased and has remained in the family ever since. Cascade Green SD40-2 BNSF 1943 (blt. Feb. 1979 as BN 7145) is trailed by rebuilt GP38-2 2240 (orginally blt. Sep. 1970 as straight GP38 ATSF 3551) and sibling SD40-2 1663 (blt. Mar. 1978 as BN 8012) with a long train of ore cars and general freight. This spot is almost exactly 2 1/2 miles due west of the famous Culver Curve on the Missabe that has probably been photographed more in day than this spot has been in a year!
The one thing I remember about this is how thrilled the crew seemed. Over on the CN it was mostly scowls and half hearted disdainfully flaccid waves but this guy had a giant smile and a huge enthusiastic wave the three times he saw us. Maybe BN guys are happier or maybe he just never sees railfans and was glad to finally get some love and recognition, but whatever the reason it sure was memorable and joyful!
Culver Township
St. Louis County, Minnesota
Thursday May 11, 2023
A walk through New York provides countless photographic opportunities. Today's posts will focus on geometry, light, and shadow.
Completed in 1914, originally called the Municipal building, it is a 40 story building in the Civic Center neighborhood. This building's current name honors New York's first African American mayor, David Dinkins who served the 1990-1993 term. He was succeeded by Rudy Giuliani.
The structure dominating the foreground is the Manhattan side of the Brooklyn Bridge.
The geometry of the scene caught my eye during our walk to the skate park under the Manhattan bridge. More on that in a future post.
Countless trips down/up with my bike over my 24 years in the city. The Lower Don River Trail leads south to the water front, whereas north leads to more wonderful ravines and trails in the Don Valley. The Riverdale pedestrian bridge leads to the park on the other side of the Don River.
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Alfred 23 Harth’s artistic trajectory began in early childhood with an imaginative impulse that combined construction, performance, and visual play. As a boy he dreamt of becoming an architect, spending countless hours in his parents’ garden where he built small huts in ever-changing variations, a practice that anticipated both his restlessness for experimentation and his sense of structure as form-in-process. A decisive moment arrived in 1958, when his elder brother Dietrich—later to become a literature professor—took him to a Dada exhibition in Frankfurt am Main. Harth himself has described this encounter as his initiation into art. Among the works he saw, the piece titled The Navel—simply a black dot centered on a white sheet of paper—struck him with lasting force. Its stark minimalism revealed to him the intellectual tension between a textual title and the conceptual reduction of an artwork to pure gesture, a confrontation that laid bare the simultaneity of seriousness and play which would remain central to his understanding of the avant-garde.
Through the following years Harth’s ambitions in the arts deepened. At school he immersed himself in art courses, quickly mastering a variety of techniques and beginning to dramatize small situations in public and private settings, often appearing in phantasy costumes of his own invention. At the age of twelve his father gave him his first photo camera, which became an outlet for experimentation alongside a growing dedication to pencil drawings. These were often portraits of jazz musicians, figures whose biographies he devoured and whose artistic freedom served as inspiration. By the age of fifteen he turned to oil painting, marking a further expansion of his visual vocabulary. His family supported his emerging musical life as well. Having already played the clarinet for several years, he received his first tenor saxophone from his parents, the instrument that would become central to his later career.
The final years of school were formative in a concentrated sense. He moved to the Goethe Gymnasium, where he specialized in art studies within an advanced curriculum. This provided him not only with a technical foundation but also with a robust overview of international avant-garde movements, complemented by the thriving artistic exchange active in Frankfurt during the 1960s. Harth’s creativity spilled beyond the classroom: together with his friend Hubertus Gassner—who would later become director of the Hamburg Kunsthalle—he staged happenings and other art events. Harth founded the centrum freier cunst, an experimental initiative served as a platform for events ranging from concerts of his own free music ensemble Just Music to exhibitions of conceptual art and cross-disciplinary interventions. Simultaneously, he began producing short films and working with conceptual strategies that blurred traditional boundaries between art forms, while maintaining an intense parallel involvement in both music and school life.
After completing the Abitur in 1968, Harth initially enrolled at the Werkkunstschule Offenbach to study design, connecting his experiments in visual and spatial arts with the applied fields of form and communication. Yet the pull of pedagogy and the broader theoretical grounding offered by academia led him to switch to Goethe University, where he began training as an art teacher. Throughout this period, he never ceased his musical explorations, continuing to perform and to extend his personal synthesis of experimental art, music, and theory—a foundational blend that would define his multifaceted trajectory in the decades to come. Alfred Harth's focus on synästhetic creation was indeed a significant aspect of his artistic approach at that time. He was interested in exploring synaesthesia beyond traditional media like TV, film, or theater, aiming to realize multisensory or synästhetic works that integrated sound, visual elements, and space in novel ways. This approach reflected his broader interest in breaking conventional boundaries of artistic disciplines and engaging the audience in immersive, multi-layered experiences that could not be confined to a single medium or format.
There were countless reminders that it was Lunar New Year's time . Including a large number of tourists from mainland China. This dragon was in front of MBK Mall which is well known for knockoff merchandise.
and countless other films. For the geologists: It's a bizarre formation of tufa spires.
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As I've mentioned countless times my favorite side of the castle is the backside so I always try to spend a decent amount of time photographing it from different angles. I noticed this trip that with the opening of the Seven Dwarfs Mine Train the amount of time available to shoot behind the castle after closing has increased. The great thing is they won't kick everyone out until the rides are cleared and since the Mine Train seemingly takes a while to clear through the remaining guests in queue at close. That said once it's clear they are ready for you to move through the castle in a hurry. Trade offs I suppose.
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There are countless portrait photographers at our local riparian preserve on Saturday and Sunday late afternoons. So I figured I'd join in the fun and take a portrait of Jasper even though my "bird lens" isn't exactly a portrait lens. Messy background, but I thought Jasper had a nice smile.
I spent a lot of time at Washington Grove over the years...countless hours spent by the tracks in all kinds of weather, and at all hours.
Some very fond memories of time spent with Papa, and friends, and others. And just like I always dreamed about as a kid, I also spent time here while in the right-hand seat of something.
Once, I stopped my Q415 here to pick up a care package from my grandparents. My conductor couldn't believe what was happening, but his tune quickly changed once we broke into the Tupperware filled with grandma's cookies.
About a dozen years ago, Papa was standing on this very platform, holding up a train-order hoop clipped with a change of clothes; mine were soaked from an early morning storm that got me doused while switching at Derwood.
When I was a kid, I waved to engineer CE Banks on Saturday mornings as he ran the D765 west. He was going slow enough he could yell a greeting out the window to us, always with a big wave and smile. Years later, I was his regular conductor on that very same job, enjoying the view from the cab of my old stomping grounds.
I once spotted a guy with his son watching us roll through one afternoon. After work, I drove to Washington Grove and gave them my timetable and all of my rulebooks. A decade later, I brought my future wife to this place to show her the "Grove". There was the same father and son from years prior who I had given the rulebooks to. They were spending a final parting afternoon at Washington Grove before the kid went off to college.
My parents came to watch me bring my first eastbound loaded coal train through as an engineer.
Papa would get a heads-up any time I was to come through during a reasonable hour, and while he could still drive, made it a point to come to the Grove and wave to us.
I spent some late nights here too, pondering life's meaning. And although I don't live around the corner anymore, my mind still lingers in this place.
My mind still longs for the way things used to be as I grieve through the loss of my grandfather, the man who gave me so many things. He is with me every time I visit.
Speaking of the way things used to be, this is train M407-08, but we all really know it's Q400 or Q416 depending on how you want to split hairs over the blocks.
It's still a beautiful place to be, no matter what the train symbol is.
A countless number of snow geese in North Dakota gather to rest during their migration flight to the north tundra feeding/breeding grounds.
One of the countless numbers of creek and stream crossings on an endless variety of bridges on the Foothills Trail. The trail crosses the Laurel Fork Creek and back numerous times in this section of the valley. As you can see by the size of the suspension bridge, Laurel Fork Creek has grown substantially from being a creek to being a river. There were several more crossings over bridges this size before reaching Laurel Fork Falls.
While Iceland has countless amazing waterfalls, a handful really touched me, including Kirkjufellsfoss, Godafoss, the Valley of the Tears, and the majestic Skogafoss. Located in the south of the island, between Vik and Reykjavik, Skogafoss is special in that you can walk right up to the base of a fall that drops over 60m, or climb the steps up to a viewing platform overlooking the waterfall. Behind the viewing platform is a pathway that is the start/end of a 25km hiking track, with numerous additional and unique waterfalls along the glacier-fed river that leads to Skogafoss. Skogafoss is busy, making it difficult to capture images like this one with few people. The trick is to get there early or late in the day. This image was captured in the morning before day-trippers from Reykjavik arrived. I setup and composed my image, then waited patiently for no-one to be in frame. I love this site, and look forward to revisiting in winter or spring when there is snow on the surrounding peaks.
Countless images have been from around this location over a number of years , the odd shaped structure in the background to the left is from the old Rotunda bar which has been present in many of those shots taken on West Stewart Street in Greenock. Not the best or most scenic backdrop but one that's been familiar to me for a good few decades . Short lived in the state as shown , it entered service on the 38s on the 7th July with silver painted wheels and fleet numbers attached.