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Impactado por Magin,
EXPLORE; FP. 6 en Miércoles, 11 de agosto 2010
"Algo habrá tenido Él que ver... "
Depois dos temporais, Ivan Lins
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Following my shot yesterday of a burn on a hill.
We came across this scene one afternoon where we came close to seeing the Burn being done, the burn is done to encourage the growth of new shoots in the Heather to feed livestock and Grouse, I believe it is done in a very controlled way with farmers adhering to prescribed guidelines.
I think this is somewhere around Goathland on the North York Moors.
Locals to Yorkshire may know this, What are the poles beside the road in my shot here, are they to indicate the road in adverse weather conditions I wonder.
Not done in 2020 in many places, controlled prairie burns seemed to be taking place in the past week. I was surprised to see this on a weekend since there are usually more people out and about. It didn't take long to burn through this Arboretum prairie. I'm looking forward to seeing the life that fills the prairies in 2021.
A brief but enjoyable visit to Budapest and an explore at this iconic abandoned Powerplant control room.
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My intrigue for New York's fencing habits. I'm very excited about how this photo transitions as far as depth of field is concerned.
Now, I'm just quoting from un upcoming blog post, but…
I don't know if it's just the sun, but Philly seems so much warmer than New York, and I'm not talking about heat. It feels so inviting. I enjoyed New York very thoroughly, but New York as a place to make a residence? Not for me. NYC fences everything. It's a small detail, but it's biting. The playgrounds, the parks, the grass, the courts… everything feels uncomfortably controlled. Man *conquered* New York, mastered New York, even. And I guess it turns out I'm not so in tune with controlling our environments to that degree.
Architectonic Control.
Corrupções sérias persuadindo interesses idiotas truques sem coração diabos páginas antigas fantasmas absolutos criaturas precisas observando encontros,
возвышающаяся реальность под прямым углом невозможное царство простые вопросы размышления о неразрывных фактах драмы стихи сомнительные дополнения,
απρέπεια πωλήσεις μεταφράζοντας χρόνο προοδευτικό περιοδικό ιδιωτικά ποιήματα καταδίκη ριζοσπαστική αραίωση παρορμητικές σκέψεις δυνάμεις υπόθεσης,
penseur moderne brume grondement habitants vaporisés fascinations conventionnelles stratégies décevantes possessions extraterrestres misère gonflée,
ábhar ábhartha smaointe teibí rudaí pearsanta gluaiseachtaí nádúrtha rúndiamhair anamacha cladaí monstrous cuimhní cinn amhráin suirbhéireacht línte,
consectaria fallaces mundi invocatae deceptiones obscurae orationes confundentes homines tetralogiam vitae constantis testimonio,
壁を対比する工芸品を提唱する非人格的な作品焦り韻かすんでいる感覚簡単なテクニックランゴウリューズニュアンスずる賢い教訓想像芸術焦り韻かすんでいる感覚簡単なテクニックランゴウリューズニュアンスずる賢い教訓想像芸術.
Steve.D.Hammond.
Control - Downsampled from ~15, hotsampling! using SRWE; using this guide and CT by Frans Bouma; Lightroom
A lovely control room left over from a demolished power station, part of Winnington Works in Cheshire.
View lots more from the factory and control room here - www.bcd-urbex.com/winnington-works-brunner-mond/
🎶 I don't wanna lose control
Nothing I can do anymore
Tryin' every day when I hold my breath
Spinnin' out in space pressing on my chest
I don't wanna lose control🎶
Feeder control panel Heidelberg 4 colour press. I had to name this shot Complete Control and I cant get The Clash song out of my head. uk.youtube.com/watch?v=FWb7a9QGVe8&feature=related
I'm bigger than my body
I'm colder than this home
I'm meaner than my demons
I'm bigger than these bones
And all the kids cried out, "Please stop, you're scaring me"
I can't help this awful energy
God damn right, you should be scared of me
Who is in control?
I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so they'll never die when I'm dead
And I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head
They beg me to write them so I'll never die when I'm dead
Soundtrack: V.A.C. - "malfunction"
- somehow a "brother-in-spirit" of this one: though (oh well...) I am at least knee-deep into technology of all sorts and kinds, somehow I wonder how it actually works - man controlling machine? This device (an office-building-sized coal excavator) is just, well, sort of a "mountain of steel", making you feel awfully small, pondering what might happen if machines like these actually get out of hands...