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The Laurel-Missoula freight does battle with the eastern slope of Bozeman Pass at East Muir on a fabulous July 2005 day. In what would turn out to be a very memorable week on the MRL with great weather for much of the trip.
New York and Atlantic RS70 eases westbound past the Ronkonkoma station complex on the LIRR main line. NYAR261 leads the train, entirely composed of cars from the Brookhaven Rail Terminal in Yaphank.
This image of the Yellowstone Lower Falls and Canyon has some strong memories for me.
I had approached the cliff on the left from the backside. I knew it would be one of the highest viewpoints of the canyon and would make for a good pov I couldn't remember seeing before. I wouldn't have approached the edge if it hadn't been firm basalt.
As I crawled to the edge and looked over I was spooked to find that due to the concave nature of the cliff there was nothing below me, but the river. I frequently walk the edge of mountains and cliffs, but that was a bit too scary.
Took a couple shots (in comments) than backed off.
I'll long remember that first look.
Ahh the things we do to get The Shot.
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UP 7258 West eases along the double track near Celilo. Traffic was very busy on this day, and I saw this train a few times as it dodged traffic on the Portland Sub
XR551 and BL34 arrive at Quambatook, where the pair will load their train having run as 9147 from Geelong.
Monday 12th February 2024
Even if the start seems clear / objects must be placed / as deemed fit.
Assemblage, wood, metal, glass, ashes, sand, paint. Size 42x31x22 cm. Note: the wooden lath is not part of the art-peace, but just used to push it in the air.
(thanks to my brother Wim for expert welding of metal parts)
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Last leg in some insane "iron person" competition going on when visited the ski jump Holmenkollen (often just called "Kollen"). After doing other heavy stuff one had to crawl up the construct!
Oh, I hate spiders, I'd rather walk around the block than face a spider. The bigger and hairier, the scarier. If I know there is a spider somewhere in the house, it has to go before I can function normally again.
Sure, I could shoot a real spider and there are plenty of subjects in my fall garden right now, but that would mean getting really close to my subject; NO WAY! A fake spider gives me enough shivers. Other itchy multi-legged creatures also give me the creeps.
In addition to a spider phobia, there are some other fears and/or phobias. I don't like going into small (dark) spaces. Then I get the feeling that I can't breathe. For example, I'd rather take the stairs than the elevator, unless I have to take a lot of stairs...(then I get out of breath anyway). If I climb too high, my fear of heights comes up, especially with old buildings with wobbly railings and balustrades.
I also have a needle phobia and a blood phobia. The last 2 have improved a bit as I have been hospitalized quite often over the past 2 1/2 years due to health issues and have had many large and small needles in my body already. I can't say I got used to it, but the anxiety has subsided a bit.
Happy Macro Mondays
(I hope you didn't faint due to all the scary pictures today)
You've heard of clowns. You've heard of bar crawls. But have you ever combined the two?!
Friday was the the 1-year anniversary of San Luis Obispo's soon-to-be world-famous monthly Clown Crawl, organized by the ever-zany, king of the clown-o-philes, Dan G.
There's nothing quite like having dozens of clowns invade the local bars for a good time to be had by all.
My G. I. Joe croc crawling over a dense forest of টগর plantation preying on whatever comes its way :-)
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Lightning taken from down Channel Island way. Plenty of this type of lightning around last night and also plenty of sandflies near top of the tide time.
Wherever we want to go, we go. That's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and sails; that's what a ship needs. Not what a ship is. What the Black Pearl really is, is freedom.