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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
A previously unpublished archive shot from July 2018.
The Emerald Lakes are a highlight of the Tongariro Crossing, seen here from Red Crater, the highest point of the traverse. The Tongariro Crossing is touted as New Zealand's best day hike. It has become insanely popular and so far no limit to hiker numbers has been introduced. Every year someone dies here from exposure because it is easy to be underequipped and underestimate how quickly the weather conditions can change in this alpine environment.
ever trying to find something that communicates....something.....your mood....your place.....your time?
and then you have like a million images that could be presented in any which way...but none of them really scratch a surface?
Tilikum Crossing, Bridge of the People is a cable-stayed bridge across the Willamette River in Portland, Oregon.
Taken in-between the MAX Orange Line light rail passenger train.
Thank you for your warm visits. Happy trails to you ;-)
Crossing the river Glaven in North Norfolk uk.
On a day of sunshine and calm, a rarity of late, I visited this picturesque area of Norfolk as I made my way home.
The Aspens made a great show in the early afternoon sunlight.
Another moldy oldie. NJDOT GG-1 No. 4881 brings train 3320 out of the South Amboy station on the morning of 24 August 1981, and rolls across Augusta Street, in the era before station expansion resulted in removal of the grade crossing.
looks like the time will speed up for me. today is my birthday :)
sorry for post and run - will be back in the evening
37403 'Isle of Mull' crossing the River Esk at Ruswarp with the 09.15 Grosmont - Whitby on Sat 14th May 2022.
"Crossing that bridge,
With lessons I've learned.
Playing with fire,
And not getting burned.
I may not know what you're going through.
But time is the space,
Between me and you.
Life carries on... it goes on."
~Seal
An empty CN ore train heads north on Missabe Sub for Fairlane seen here crossing the Cloquet River. This days power consisted of two IC SD40s and a CN SD40-2W. This train will be loaded at United Taconite before returning south again for Proctor.
I am fortunate during the winter months to visit Circle B Bar Reserve 3 or 4 times weekly. It seems to me that I have witnessed substantially more gators crossing trails than in years past . . . though I realize I may have just been more often in the right place at the right time. More photographers metadata follows, if you care for the story:
The trail in this area goes along the shore of Lake Hancock for about 1/4 mile. I had been following a juvenile raccoon for several hundred yards along the water's edge trying to get a clear shot him. As I glanced ahead on the trail, my eyes were caught by the head of this gator about ten feet out from shore. The raccoon was in & out of the brush along the shore and proceeding towards the gator. I watch as the gator began to glide slowly toward shore and climb up to rest it snout on the trunk of a fallen palm tree. The raccoon came out the brush and started to climb over the palm tree trunk when it saw the raccoon . . . now, I can't be sure of the expression on the raccoon's face because his back was to me . . . but, I'm sure his eyes grew as large as saucers because he did a back-flip and dashed off. The gator then crawled over the tree trunk, laid on the trail for several seconds, and then strolled on across the trail. Average day at Circle B Bar Reserve.
The Severn Bridge (Welsh: Pont Hafren), sometimes also called the Severn-Wye Bridge is a motorway suspension bridge spanning the River Severn and River Wye between Aust, South Gloucestershire (just north of Bristol) in England, and Chepstow, Monmouthshire in South East Wales, via Beachley, Gloucestershire, a peninsula between the two rivers. It is the original Severn road crossing between England and Wales and took three and half years[3] to construct at a cost of £8 million.[4] It replaced the Aust ferry.
The bridge was opened on 8 September 1966, by Queen Elizabeth II, who hailed it as the dawn of a new economic era for South Wales. The bridge was granted Grade I listed status on 26 November 1999.[5]
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Piano Piano refers to the Italian phrase "piano piano va lontano," meaning, "slowly slowly we go further."
Life demands that we, at times, must crossover the rivers of our fears to reach a new beginning. Those first steps of crossing the bridge of change can be heart-thumping scary. We must totally unite ourselves with the Great Spirit of Love in those moments so that we can truly live our lives abundantly. Letting go of what is not necessary for the journey.
This tributary crossing serves as a significant landmark leading to the side trails of Rich Falls, Big Falls and Dome Falls. On this day, my objective was to reach Rich Falls. According to the research info I had, the trail should have been 10 to 15 minutes past this crossing on the left. Well...I walked 10 to 15 minutes and didn't see a trail. I kept going. As a matter of fact, I kept going to a place on the trail where I could hear Big Falls raging and "raising a ruckus" like you wouldn't believe in the gorge below. I turned around to backtrack hoping to see the trail and instead ended back up at the tributary again with no results. Knowing full well how dangerous the descents down into the gorge are after this point and to avoid attempting a bushwhack (let wisdom prevail), so I headed back across the tributary. Not long afterwards I encountered Charlie, an experienced hiker on the trail who was on his way to Big Falls. I explained about not being able to locate either trailhead, and he obliged to lead me right to where the trail to Rich Falls began. We ultimately reached the trailhead, about 30 minutes after the tributary crossing which was rarely used and was hidden underneath the fallen leaves. Charlie spoke about some of the steep sections of the trail, and I thanked him for the info and assured him I would be fine after I had started. After sharing some friendly parting words, he headed off towards Big Falls and I headed down the trail to my destination.
Sorry no ducks on this creek ..think they flew south. A lovely old iron bridge - no longer for trains but bikes and humans can walk across.