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Walkways over the lake connecting islands in Ontario Place, a recreation destination on the Toronto waterfront.
(2) trains streak past the former connections from the IRT Times Square Shuttle to the IRT Broadway-7th Avenue Line. Part of the original IRT system, these connections brought trains from the Upper West Side down to City Hall via the Lex.
This location gave me good practice on long-exposure shots. I also wanted to make sure I got this shot before it disappears: major changes are coming to the Shuttle in the near future.
Times Sq Station
Broadway-7th Avenue Line - IRT
Macro of super small water droplets on spider webs on a pot plant. Reversed Canon 17-85mm EF lens (@ 17mm), pre-set to f8 using the DoF button on the 7D. This drop is only around 2mm in diameter.
Macro reversing rings are super cheap from eBay. Go buy them!
2018 Project 52: Week 20 - Connection/Relationship
I wanted to take a different approach to this week's Project 52 theme. There are so many fairly obvious ways to treat the subject, but I yearned for something different.
My muse came up with this idea as I was walking around a thrift store looking for still life props. I spotted a bin of generic silverware and these two caught my eye... the only two that weren't the standard stainless steel. A connection!
Fifty cents later, they were headed home with me.
Pretty happy with the outcome!
Create a photograph that illustrations connection.
Hands are not yet the same size so holding hands is hard but we're getting there with a speed of 24 hrs/day!
First idea of a "connection" was two connected carts of a freight train. But after trying too long to get a decent photo of that I gave up and focused on the most important connection. The unbroken chain that built this somewhat broken civilisation.
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Puposas are a filled corn-based flat bread from El Salvador. Where I live they are sold both from trucks and sit-down restaurants. The ambiance is different, the flavors are the same.
Taken for Flickr's Our Daily Challenge: THE LATINO CONNECTION
A collaborative work with Sylvie Peraud. All the pieces are independant. Just a clic and you can modify all the jewelry pieces.
From my kayak, on Florida Bay. I love the mangrove prop roots. Each tree, sends out many prop roots. They all intertwine, and no one can tell where one tree ends and another begins. Such a lovely sense of community and connection. Taken just before sunset, with the golden late in the day rays on these roots and the water reflections.
As always, all critical feedback is very welcome. I'm trying to improve my composition skills and my photography skills (taking and processing).
Taken 2/16/11, Uploaded 2/14/11,2011 02 13_zR72EnhanceKL Kayak_5199
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Cartes de visite by J.L. Eck of Kutztown, Pa., and Patton & Lee of Reading, Pa. Four portraits reveal details of two women and a child whose lives intersected in Pennsylvania. Their names are written in modern pencil on the backs of the mounts. On the left is Matilda Hortenster, a name yet to be found on genealogical records. To her right is Angelina Gross Hawrecht (1843-1900), described as a servant to Ms. Hortenster. Angelina’s daughter, Katie Francisco Gordon, is shown in the next two images. Born on Sept. 18, 1866, she died on June 7, 1870, just a few months before her fourth birthday.
Note the different surnames between Angelina and Katie. One theory to explain the difference is that Angelina, whose maiden name is Gross, married a man named Gordon. Or, she had the child out of wedlock and she was adopted by a family named Gordon. Angelina married Emil Hawrecht in 1882.
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Nimbus motorbike, commissioned build.
This LEGO version of the Danish Nimbus motorbike, was commissioned by a member of Aarhuus Nimbus Club, in connection with the handover of my first LEGO Nimbus, to the Danish Nimbus motorcycle museum in Horsens DK. Custom made to match the colors and characteristics of this particular members bike, but without the sidecar.
Collecting parts for a build like this is quite time consuming and a bit tedious, so I have refused to take in new orders. But sooner or later, I`ll build a new one for my own collection of MOCs, and I have wheels for a sidecar too.
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Coach Connections Newtownards County Down Mercedes-Benz Tourismo Reg DLZ 5555 is seen in Donegall Square North
My friend Amy and her girls. Could they be any more precious? This was taken with my strobe reflected off the white wall... my diffuser was broken. :(
Mamiya RB 67
65 mm F4.5
Ilford HP5 Exp 2000.
RO9 Dev. 9min
135 Film adapter on medium format 67
24x66 film exposed
a good friend is a connection to life- a tie to the past, a road to the future, the key to sanity in a totally insane world. Lois Wyse
Welcome to the life of an accountant. The weather is crappy and I'm stuck inside so this is what you get for Connections. This is one of my two Hi-Speed USB 2.0 Mini Hubs which I use to connect lots of different apparatuses to my computer. I'm laughing because my computer looks like an octopus. But hey......at least I'm connected !
OSC2 ~ Connections
The elevator arrived at the basement, the doors opened, and to my surprise there were rows upon rows of warehouses.
He stepped out, and slowly spun around, 'I do believe we have not properly been introduced!' He held out his hand, 'Machiavelli' he said referring to himself ' and you are...'
'Vincent,' i said curtly.
'Well yes of course i already knew that, that was a dumb question, for i know everything about you.'
He shook his head as if clearing his mind
‘You see Vincent I have power! More power than you could possible imagine’ He walked over to one of the storage units, beckoned me, and opened up the door. ‘This is why I have power, inside each and every one of these containers is-’ he was cut off by four gunshots.
‘That’s my rescue, I believe,’ I said smugly.
‘And so we will wait,' He said impatiently 'come, we must head to my other office, the one you didn't ruin with bullet holes..........
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Hecho, Huesca (Spain).
ENGLISH
The wire, this great enemy of the photographer. In how many photos of landscapes I must to erase those ugly overhead wires that crossed them fromf end to end! And in towns, looking for impossible frames to avoid the wire handfuls that go from a house to another one crossing the square in front of the church. Luck we have of the digital photography, that facilitates the work to us to eliminate the annoying.
And then in the old walls of the old houses, those frightful coupling boxes from which they leave wires in all directions. I say that could disguise them a little more.
But the limit is when they try to put the wire in a house and perforate in the showiest part of the facade, in a voussoir of the arc of the fore door, like in the photo of above. Was no another better place by where to enter the wire? And this one is not the only perforated door arc of this town.
In Spanish, the word that it defines the connection with a network of provision like electricity, water or gas is “acometida”, that are past participle of the verb “acometer”. By chance this verb also means “to attack” or “to assault”. It will have something to do with it?
“Madam, I come to mount the attack of the telephone” would have to say the technical installer. Because mainly the worse attacks are those of the telephone. You prepare with all the care of the world the place by where they will connect you to the telephone network, and soon arrive the installer and make pass the cable where he feel like it, and if you insist on which it pass through where you want, or you pay or he refuse in round. That I say who in the case of the photo, had been easier to perforate the wood of the frame of a window that not a stone of at least 30cm. of thickness.
Anyway, thank heavens that is proliferating the wireless connections. Now lack to see how it feels to the body as much electromagnetic radiation floating in the air...
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CASTELLANO
El cable, este gran enemigo del fotógrafo. ¡En cuántas fotos de paisajes he tenido que borrar esos feos cables aéreos que las cruzaban de punta a punta! Y en pueblos, buscando encuadres imposibles para evitar los manojos de cables que van de una casa a otra cruzando la plaza por delante de la iglesia. Suerte tenemos de la fotografía digital, que nos facilita la labor de eliminar lo molesto.
Y luego en las paredes de las casas viejas, esas espantosas cajas de conexión de las que parten cables en todas direcciones. Digo yo que podrían disimularlos un poco más.
Pero el colmo es cuando pretenden meter el cable en una casa y perforan en la parte más vistosa de la fachada, en una dovela del arco de la puerta principal, como en la foto de arriba. ¿No había otro sitio mejor por donde entrar el cable? Y no es éste el único arco de puerta perforado de este pueblo.
En español, la palabra que define la conexión con una red de suministro como electricidad, agua o gas es "acometida", que es participio pasado del verbo "acometer". Casualmente este verbo también significa "atacar" o "agredir". ¿Tendrá algo que ver?
"Señora, que vengo a hacerle el ataque del teléfono" tendría que decir el técnico instalador. Porque mayoritariamente las peores acometidas son las del teléfono. Tú preparas con todo el cuidado del mundo el lugar por donde te conectarán a la red telefónica, y luego llega el instalador y hace pasar el cable donde a él más le conviene, y si te empeñas en que pase por donde tú quieres, o pagas o se niega en redondo. Que digo yo que en el caso de la foto, hubiera sido más fácil perforar la madera del marco de una ventana que no una piedra de al menos 30cm. de grosor.
En fin, menos mal que van proliferando las conexiones inalámbricas. Ahora falta por ver cómo le sienta al cuerpo tanta radiación electromagnética flotando en el aire...
The drawbars between Nevada Northern boxcar No. 1024 and Kennecott caboose No. 22 blur by the ties and roadbed of NNRY’s Hi Line on the Steptoe Creek fill near East Ely, Nevada, on February 2, 2007.
Preserved Preston Corporation Metro-Cammell bodied Leyland Panther 204, HCK 204 G is pictured whilst operating a heritage bus service in connection with an open day at the North West Vehicle Restoration Trust's premises in Kirkby.
Siglufjordur, Iceland.
Siglufjörður is a small fishing town in a narrow fjord with the same name on the northern coast of Iceland.
Population in January 2011 was 1,206 but the town has been shrinking in size since the 1950s when the town reached its peak with 3,000 inhabitants.
The town grew up around the herring industry that was in much bloom in the 1940s and 1950s, but the herring are gone now.
Siglufjörður was connected with a road for the first time in 1940, when the horse riding trail through Siglufjarðarskarð was improved enabling cars to get through. Before, ships, seaplanes, horses and strong legs provided the transport.
Today the town remains dependent on fishing industries although the herring are gone. The government of Iceland is attempting to reverse the population shrinking in the area by improving land transportation. Two road tunnels were dug between Siglufjörður to the neighbouring town of Ólafsfjörður to connect with the region of Eyjafjörður in the east. These tunnels are called Héðinsfjörður Tunnel and their total length is 11 km (6.8 mi). They were opened on October 2, 2010. Siglufjörður was already connected by the 800 m Strákar Tunnel to the west; it used to be the town's only road connection open whole year around. The tunnel was completed in 1967 and before that the only road to the town was a narrow mountain pass, open only during the summer.