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Ehemalige Gleishalle des Paketpostamtes. Gegenlicht um 8 Uhr früh.
Commuter's Arcadia. Against the light at 8 in the morning.
My commute takes me down to the Rio Grande in the Rio Grande del Norte National Monument, New Mexico.
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Australia Mill's (303) Baldwin 2-6-0 No.1593 (believed to be works No.42299 built in 1915) has just brought an early morning load in from the cane fields and moves onto depot for water as a personnel carrier sets off for a loading point with the relieving shift on their daily commute, 17th April 1998.
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Panniers hit my heel on this minivelo, but the Carradice BagMan + a good saddlebag solves that issue. (Yeah, I have to lock the seat to the bike -- it is San Francisco)
As the early morning light spreads over Pune, a local train bound for Shivajinagar arrives at Chinchwad, transporting officegoers towards the heart of the city.
In fact, just a day ago, the Lonavla Pune EMU local trains marked their 45th year of service, with the rake adorned in celebration.
In frame: 01553/Lonavla - Shivajinagar Local Special
Snowshoeing near Snoqualmie Pass, about an hour outside Seattle.
Near the beginning routes there are several cottages. When this guy went swooshing by I thought "wotta commute."
My sister, nephew, brother, and I later played in deep, new snows -- otherworldly fun on snowshoes!
I sometimes feel bad calling it a commute, seeing as how this it the view and it's twelve minutes door to door. Or I can ride my bike.
Commute to work on the subway
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My mom leaves the house most mornings around 6.30 or so. Long before the sun rises in bucolic Pualski County.
My dad and I took an early morning ride to Carolina to have breakfast with his brother Phil at Cousin Gary's. A fine little establishment, where you're free to visit the buffet as many times as you like and light up a phillip morris with your coffee when you're done.
I saw this public art installation near the Gerkin in London and it spoke to me about two things.
First was the 'daily commute' we do most days in every city.
Second was simply 'changing jobs'.
What does it speak to you of?
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