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Getsemani Neighborhood, Cartagena, Colombia.
Getsemani has a storied and complicated past. The burgeoning barrio, just outside the fabled walls of Cartagena's historic Old City, was formerly a haven of prostitution and drugs. But the once-seedy neighborhood is now the coolest, most invigorating and authentic, up-and-coming talk of the town. Getsemani is so authentically charming and on the cusp of commercial explosion. Getsemani’s charms take place in public, out on its lively, gritty streets. There are no major museums, cathedrals or other traditional sights to see here. In Getsemani, the neighborhood is the attraction. Sometimes the neighborhood is their studio. Calle San Juan spans just a few hundred feet, but every inch of the crumbling walls that line the street is covered in paintings, collages, graffiti and appliqué, often with a sociopolitical or historic bent.
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At the cusp of the new Moon, President Biden lost his stutter and became a werewolf at Camp David. Little did he realize it was the beginning of deer hunting season.
Size: 8 x 10 inches
paintings for sale: www.shawnshawn.co
Newsletter: www.shawnshawn.co/contact.html
Artcode: RL09214
Aspen grove starting to turn for fall along the trail to Alberta Falls from Bear Lake in Rocky Mountain National Park, Colorado, US. We could see the aspens at higher elevations were all bright yellow, while these trees at about 9200' are on their way but not completely turned.
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Sometimes when I visit stunning landscapes, I lose myself completely. I tiptoe on the cusp of what's real and what's imagined, inhaling the crispness and feeling the air fill up every cell, feeling myself merge with that lightness of being.
In those hidden pockets of time, when the beauty is so surreal it consumes us, I think we really do merge with nature and vanish entirely, if only for a single breath. We become something other, something greater. We shed our human qualities and exist perpetually, light and free and vast as air, in those complete, gripping moments. Those are the moments I live for.
Two of the things I promised myself when I decided to do this project--a self-portrait a week for a year--was that I'd stick to those deadlines as relentlessly as possible, and that I'd allow myself to play and experiment, which might mean sometimes putting stuff out there that I wasn't over the moon about. With this image, I've leaned into each of those promises, and with glee.
It was a bit of a soft start for this project, as I've been sick as hell the past month, battling a few different illnesses. That meant I wasn't capable of getting out in the cold and shooting something new this past weekend, or the weekend before. Thankfully, my unending supply of archived images saved me from having to give myself pneumonia to create something new. And past me had clearly already frozen her ass off to make it so present me didn't need to. Yay for past me!
Dutton, South Australia
Teachers Residence. Built 1876
The township of Dutton is on the cusp of the rain shadow of the eastern part of the Mt Lofty ranges. It still has sufficient rainfall for reliable cropping. It was settled as a German farming area with people flowing out of the Barossa Valley, especially from Lights Pass. A small creek flowing down from Mt Rufus provided water for the town in the early years. Dutton was named after Francis Stacker Dutton of Anlaby. The town was surveyed in 1866 and settled after that. In its heyday it had two Lutheran Schools (and churches), and a government school. Unlike most of towns in this area it also had a Congregational Church from 1872 until 1958.The Lutheran churches in Dutton were built in 1876 and 1900 respectively. Dutton is one of the few settlements east of the ranges that still manages to survive.
't Was on the cusp of Spring that on a Sunny and Bright but Cold day I cycled south of Stad to visit the village of Eelde in Drenthe. I was drawn by the fascinating museum 'de Buitenplaats' and the adjoining Nijsinghhuis, and their communal garden.
Judging from the inset, I suppose that the Spring of Mankind in the account of the Garden of Eden of Genesis must've been rather warmer. Or perhaps its denizens were hardened to the chill against which I had securely wrapped myself. That inset is not of an antique; it was carved for the last renovation of the Nijsinghhuis by artist and artisan Maarten Robert (1950-). It's the 'snijraam' (=wood carved window) above the door opening into the Orangery. I marvelled especially over the wonderfully anthropomorphic Serpent curled around the treetrunk.
The Nijsinghhuis has a history that goes back to the early seventeenth century. In the course of the centuries it's been a farmhouse, the mansion of the local bailiff (schout), and the town hall. Today it's a private residence which is often open to the public to show the fine painted walls done in modern realist style by Wout Muller (1946-2000) and Matthijs Röling (1943-). Do visit if you have a chance!
Mt. Rainier is amazing any time of year. But when you hit it on the cusp of winter? Sometimes that kind of wonder makes the heart hitch.
Image made with my Nikon F100.
the laburnum tree is on the cusp of flowering, about to flower
meteorological spring begins 1st march ends 31st may
astonomical spring begins 20th march ends 21st june
www.metoffice.gov.uk/weather/learn-about/weather/seasons/...
for many years my garden was a shrubbery flic.kr/p/Lhv9ag which i loved. a picket fence covered in an ivy hedge coming down in a storm flic.kr/p/2gnCyih meant that over time changes had to happen flic.kr/p/2mn2x8a i'll be glad when the trellis is covered in honeysuckle and jasmine. that's the plan ...
www.flickr.com/groups/gardening_is_my_hobby/ helpful for ideas. thank you for sharing
359/366 - 12/24/2012
Merry Christmas to all my Flickr friends. I know I haven't been around the past few months, life just got in the way. I'm sending you all hugs, kisses and warm wishes for a Christmas filled with love, peace, and hope for a New Year that will be the best year yet for you and those you care about.
Love, Michelle ~ XO!
For Our Daily Challenge.
Today's challenge - Cusp
#133 on Flickr Explore December 24th, 2012
A very misty morning on Windermere, Waterhead, and out of the mist two paddle borders appear, the daft one with shorts on hits something and is in the water and I am thinking what if he was on the other side when this accident occurred, he could have ended up in big trouble.
Here is another from the same day that I shot this fabulous F7/GP9 duo as seen here: flic.kr/p/2nyqppS
They brought the train to West Upton and then after some switching the crew continued south with three different units. GP9R GU 1751 (blt. Nov. 1958 as a GP9 for the GTW numbered 4932) she is trailed by 1800 and 1801 (ex Santa Fe GP7us blt. Oct. 1952 and Jan. 1952 and ATSF GP7s 2784 and 2698 respectively). They are seen here entering the remains of the yard which is on the cusp of a rebirth. This abandoned private crossing at about MP 13.4 once provided access to the massive factory complex beyond. It was this factory and its singular industry that sustained the road for its first century.
The G&U story began in 1873 when the Grafton Center Railroad was chartered to build a 3 ft narrow gauge line between Grafton and North Grafton, which officially opened for business on August 30, 1874. At North Grafton the railroad established a connection with the Boston & Albany Railroad, a later subsidiary of the New York Central. The company remained a three-mile narrow-gauge for the next 13 years until July, 1887 when it was renamed as the Grafton and Upton Railroad, converted to standard gauge, and set its sights to the southeast at Milford. Two years later in 1889 the line had reached Upton and on May 17, 1890 the entire route was open to Milford, a distance of 16.5 miles, where it connected with the Milford & Woonsocket Railroad (a later subsidiary of the New Haven).
In 1902 the railroad purchased the 2 3/4 mile long Upton Street Railway trolley system which was named the 'Electric Loop' or 'Upton Loop'. Passenger service on this loop and the main line (which was also electrified in its entirety at the same time) was provided by cars leased from the Milford and Uxbridge Street Railway for 18 years until the loop was abandoned in 1920.
Electric operations typically took place during the daytime, while steam locomotives used the tracks during the nighttime hours. All passenger operations on the mainline ended in August 1928 and electric freight operations ceased in July 1946 when the steeple cabs were replaced by two new GE 44 tonners which was joined by a 70 tonner in 1948 and and Alco S4 1001 also purchased new. For some photos of those historic locomotive check out this excellent site: www.hope1842.com/hope1842/gulocos.html
Between 1894 and 1979 the railroad was owned by its largest customer, the massive Draper Corporation of Hopedale that one time employed some 3000 people as the largest maker of power looms in the country for the textile industry. But in 1978 Draper successor Rockwell Corporation closed the mill and sold the railroad which seemingly had little reason to exist any longer and little future. The track beyond Hopedale to Milford had not been used since 1973 when Penn Central terminated the interchange there since after acquiring the New Haven a few years earlier there was no need to connect with the G&U at both ends. By 1988 the G&U was no longer running to Hopedale at all and the tracks were out of service. In the mid 1990s the G&U did revive the line to haul highway salt down to their tiny yard in Upton for transloading, but I never made it to see that happen before it too was gone.
When I was growing up the G&U had one working locomotive, an Alco S4 resplendent in St. Louis Manufacturer's Railroad paint. I never saw it run, however, as it was always sitting with the stack capped at the railroad's sole customer, Washington Mills just about a mile south of the then Conrail interchange in North Grafton. By the time I had learned of the railroad's existence back then their other two "original"units in G&U black and yellow were long out of service. I do have one significant souvenir off original G&U GE 44-tonner #9 bought new in 1946 and scrapped in 2009. Around that same period the two Alcos also sadly met their demise.
But all was not lost...as sad as seeing those locomotives go along the demolition of the last original G&U buildings in Hopedale those losses signaled a rebirth. In an entirely improbable turn of events the road was purchased in 2008 and the new owner began rehabbing the entire railroad. Over the past decade the line has grown busier than it's ever been with a large new yard and transload facility in West Upton, two busy customers in Hopedale and a new propane distribution facility in North Grafton. And the future looks even brighter as the connection to Milford was recently reestablished after nearly 50 years out of service.
Alas this rebirth has come at a cost as two of the three rebuilt geeps seen here have now been scrapped, and the old Draper mill was demolished in its entirety in 2021 after more than four decades of being vacant and assorted proposals for preservation and reuse.
Hopedale, Massachusetts
Thursday September 18, 2014
I never thought I would get to see this! This is Big Boy, a Union Pacific Steam Locomotive built right at the cusp of the Diesel Age.
These were not the greyhounds of the passenger service, rather they were the big brutes designed to help haul freight over the Rocky Mountains on the Union Pacific Line.
This engine was meticulously restored by Union Pacific and has been touring the country this year drawing huge crowds.
They are massive with a 4-8-8-4 wheel arrangement. They were so long that they were articulated - the front 4-8 are on a different carriage from the rest of the engine so it could navigate the tighter turns of the mountain tracks.
A cold front blew through the Brazos Valley and it was raw (for Texas) standing out by the tracks waiting for Big Boy to pass. The cold wet air allowed a distinctive steam cloud to form so it was well worth standing in the cold.
We actually had a freeze last week and this is as much fall color as I have ever seen here in the Brazos Valley.
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Photos taken while complying with UK Coronavirus lockdown.
This was a single handheld shot taking advantage of the beautiful optics of the Tamron 35 mm lens when opened up to f1.8.
Clematis is a genus of about 300 specieswithin the buttercup family Ranunculaceae. Their garden hybrids have been popular among gardenersbeginning with Clematis × jackmanii, a garden standby since 1862; more hybrid cultivars are being produced constantly. They are mainly of Chinese and Japanese origin. Most species are known as clematis in English, while some are also known as traveller's joy, a name invented for the sole British native, C. vitalba, by the herbalist John Gerard; virgin's bower for C. viticella; old man's beard, applied to several with prominent seedheads; leather flower for those with fleshy petals; or vase vine for the North American Clematis viorna. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clematis
Just continuing to fill in some random spots from last summer's whirlwind Montana getaway.
In this post I told the story about my last minute pilgrimage to Montana Rail Link on the cusp of its flag lowering: flic.kr/p/2nLhAy6
I'd only planned four days of shooting and the final day was only going to be a travel day. With the curfews around Bozeman and the dismal smoke conditions we slept in a bit, had a good breakfast downtown, and then I dropped my friend at the Bozeman airport. He'd elected to fly home from there instead of Missoula, but I had to head back west for my flight so after dropping him I headed for I90 and points west. Needing to be in Missoulal by 1500 I had just under an hour to play with so figured at least I could ghost foam somewhere or perhaps drop into Butte or Garrison or something along the way.
Anyway, about an hour west I realized I could take a five minute detour and drop into Whitehall. On our day chasing the Logan local we hadn't make it that far west since they traveled no further out the line than Sappington that day. In fact the famous stretch of track through the Jefferson River Canyon was the one significant and scenic stretch of MRL property still in service that I'd yet to see for myself. Frankly, I didn't think I'd get to since we hadn't lucked out with a ballast train during our short visit. But as I was cruising along I remembered my MRL contacts telling me that Thursday is the normal day the local makes the trek all the way to Whitehall if they have work so I crossed my fingers that perhaps they'd be working in town.
Well lo and behold lighting struck, because just as I got into the center of the small town this was whay I found!
And my timing could not have been more perfect because they were literally completing their air test on one car and were on the move back east within five minutes of me pulling up! Had they left 5 min earlier I'd never knwn or had they just gotten there I'd not have had time to wait around while they worked. But, miraculously the allotted extra time I had left I was exactly what I needed to chase them east for a dozen miles to and through the famed canyon where the Northern Pacific's North Coast Limited and the Milwaukee Road's Olympian Hiawatha once raced on opposite banks.
Here is the 844 Logan local with one covered hopper behind the same pair of classic EMD GP35s we'd chased to Harrison two days prior, MRL 403 and 405 blt. Dec 1964 as DRGW 3039 and Jan. 1964 as DTI 353 respectively. They are a few miles out of Whitehall making a good clip headed east approaching Tebay Lane at about MP 34.3 on MRL's 5th Sub mainline. The wildfire smoke has nearly obscured the mountains that would normally dominate the horizon to the west. It's only 18 miles in a straight line from here to Homestake Pass where the NP crossed the Continental Divide, but it's nearly 2000 feet higher!
Countless articles have been written about the MRL over the past 35 years of its existence and if you care to learn more download this great set courtesy of Trains Magazine:
www.trains.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/TRN-MRL.pdf
Near unincorporated Cardwell
Jefferson County, Montana
Thursday September 8, 2022
Just continuing to fill in some random spots from last summer's whirlwind Montana getaway.
In this post I told the story about my last minute pilgrimage to Montana Rail Link on the cusp of its flag lowering: flic.kr/p/2nLhAy6
I'd only planned four days of shooting and the final day was only going to be a travel day. With the curfews around Bozeman and the dismal smoke conditions we slept in a bit, had a good breakfast downtown, and then I dropped my friend at the Bozeman airport. He'd elected to fly home from there instead of Missoula, but I had to head back west for my flight so after dropping him I headed for I90 and points west. Needing to be in Missoulal by 1500 I had just under an hour to play with so figured at least I could ghost foam somewhere or perhaps drop into Butte or Garrison or something along the way.
Anyway, about an hour west I realized I could take a five minute detour and drop into Whitehall. On our day chasing the Logan local we hadn't make it that far west since they traveled no further out the line than Sappington that day. In fact the famous stretch of track through the Jefferson River Canyon was the one significant and scenic stretch of MRL property still in service that I'd yet to see for myself. Frankly, I didn't think I'd get to since we hadn't lucked out with a ballast train during our short visit. But as I was cruising along I remembered my MRL contacts telling me that Thursday is the normal day the local makes the trek all the way to Whitehall if they have work so I crossed my fingers that perhaps they'd be working in town.
Well lo and behold lighting struck, because just as I got into the center of the small town this was whay I found!
And my timing could not have been more perfect because they were literally completing their air test on one car and were on the move back east within five minutes of me pulling up! Had they left 5 min earlier I'd never knwn or had they just gotten there I'd not have had time to wait around while they worked. But, miraculously the allotted extra time I had left I was exactly what I needed to chase them east for a dozen miles to and through the famed canyon where the Northern Pacific's North Coast Limited and the Milwaukee Road's Olympian Hiawatha once raced on opposite banks.
Here is the 844 Logan local with one covered hopper behind the same pair of classic EMD GP35s we'd chased to Harrison two days prior, MRL 403 and 405 blt. Dec 1964 as DRGW 3039 and Jan. 1964 as DTI 353 respectively. They have just departed Whitehall headed east and are at about MP 37.5 on MRL's 5th Sub mainline. The wildfire smoke has nearly obscured the mountains rising dramatically to the west. It's only 15 miles in a straight line from here to Homestake Pass where the NP crossed the Continental Divide, but it's nearly 2000 feet higher!
Countless articles have been written about the MRL over the past 35 years of its existence and if you care to learn more download this great set courtesy of Trains Magazine:
www.trains.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/05/TRN-MRL.pdf
Whitehall, Montana
Thursday September 8, 2022
(Susan and Sally portray a mild woman on the cusp of being wild, seeing as she has a tiger by the tail here and the suite is paid for)
The Arctic sun on the cusp of setting, after a few hours of winter daylight - Lake Kaarevuopio, Sweden.
This image was captured in a Provo park at the cusp of spring. These ducks were swimming in a small pond surrounded by brown reeds. Reflected on the pond is Mt. Timpanogos which looms high in the background. I had to wait for the ducks to settle down and stop making ripples in the water before the mountain reflection became clear.
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Kinshiro passou a viagem de volta perdido em pensamentos. Estava com raiva, deprimido, e com um objetivo em mente: tinha que falar com a Dantallia e a Skuld o quanto antes. A voz da Yuuko falou claramente o nome delas, então elas devem ter feito ela desaparecer. Elas eram as culpadas!
Assim que chegou em casa foi correndo de cômodo em cômodo até que encontrou as duas juntas. Elas pareciam já saber o que vinha pela frente.
- O que vocês fizeram com a Yuuko? – cuspiu de uma vez as palavras.
- Vo-vocês iam fazer tudo errado. Eu vi! Vi nas minhas tapeçarias o futuro que aguardava vocês se continuassem com a ideia de falar para a Cassie usar seus poderes de necromante. - Skuld disse já em lágrimas. - Então falei com a Dantallia e ela me autorizou a fazer isso. Fa-fala pra ele Dantallia.
- É verdade Kinshiro. Era horrível! Necromancia não funciona para trazer os vivos de volta...
- O QUE VOCÊS FIZERAM COM ELA? – gritou se descontrolado.
- Ela se libertou. Foi levada para o anel da reencarnação. – falou Skuld tentando se acalmar.
- O QUE??? ELA SE FOI PARA SEMPRE? E VOCÊ AUTORIZOU ISSO, DANTALLIA? COMO PÔDE? QUAL O SEU PROBLEMA?
- Você não tem o direito de falar assim comigo! – disse firme, mas sem levantar a voz. - A Yuuko era minha amiga há anos e você só a conhece há alguns meses. Deixa a Skuld explicar!
Kinshiro pareceu que ia gritar mais alguma coisa, mas decidiu ouvir o que a Deusa tinha a dizer.
- Ela vai reencarnar, mas ela não vai demorar anos pra fazer isso. – Skuld parecia feliz com esse fato e sorriu para ele.
- E ISSO É BOM? ELA NÃO VAI SE LEMBRAR DE MIM E MESMO QUE LEMBRASSE ELA SERIA UM BEBÊ! O QUE TEM DE ERRADO COM VOCÊS? – Kinshiro parecia que estava engolindo uma bola de boliche nesse momento.
- Deixa ela terminar!
O rapaz estava quase desmaiando, não conseguia assimilar nada. Só queria gritar com as duas e quebrar tudo ao seu redor. Mas tentou se acalmar afinal.
Quando Skuld sentiu que poderia falar, disse:
- Eu vou dar um presente pra ela. Se ela se lembrar da sua vida passada e tiver vontade de reencontrar as pessoas, ela envelhecerá mais rápido que uma pessoa normal. É o meu presente como deusa do futuro para ela. Mas a rapidez que ela vai envelhecer vai depender do tamanho da vontade dela de reencontrar quem ela ama. É tudo o que posso fazer...
- Então se ela não se lembrar de nada ela vai envelhecer normalmente? Eu nunca poderei vê-la novamente?
- É um futuro melhor do que o que esperaria vocês se tivessem usado necromancia. Eu juro, Kinshiro! – falou Skuld voltando a chorar. – Eu já errei com o destino da Marishka séculos atrás, e eu me prometi que não deixaria mais ninguém dessa casa sofrer.
- Você diz que não queria ninguém sofrendo, mas olha pra mim! O que você acha que estou sentindo?
- É um sofrimento temporário, Kinshiro. – Dantallia estava tentando acalmá-lo.
- Fácil para vocês falarem isso. – E sem esperar, virou as costas e foi embora.
- KINSHIRO, ESPERA! – gritou Dantallia.
- Eu não fiz por mal... eu só queria fazer o melhor pra eles... – Skuld não parava de chorar.
- Eu sei. Nós fizemos o certo. E a Yuuko vai lembrar. Sei que vai!
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Para quem queria saber o que tinha acontecido e porque ela sumiu do nada depois de tantos momentos felizes.
Acho que o melhor para ela mesmo seria voltar a ser uma pessoa realmente viva e essa foi a forma mais direitinha das opções. No inicio estava certa que usaria os poderes de necromante da Cassie, mas lembrei de todas as historias que li onde no final tudo dava errado.
Meu marido deu a ideia de reencarnar a Yuuko e eu tinha acabado de assistir O Conto da Princesa Kaguya, que cresce de forma super rápida. Então juntei as duas ideias e tcharam! Um destino melhor para a Yuuko e também para o Kinshiro. Apesar de não ser algo instantâneo.
Espero que todos tenham um dia fantástico!
Shot at the cusp of night in Lyon...
For those of you that asked, I have a tutorial up at stuckincustoms.com/2006/06/06/548/
cusp a dandelion in your hands.....
close your eyes.....
and blow the spores away.....
make a wish....
and believe it will come true one day......
coz when you look at me you can either see hundreds of spores .....
OR MANY DORMANT WISHES WAITING TO SPROUT....
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