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I am still not satisfied with this take of my treasured leaf and it is slowly disintegrated with all I have put it through lol..
I shall hope to go out and find another some time-maybe...
The Moose Lodge and the Elk Lodge are doing well in our area. I believe this is the site of the now defunct Deer Lodge. Don’t quote me on that because nobody is really sure of it’s location. A country road with moderate traffic runs in front of the Lodge.
I understand that the Lodge members would all put on their antler hats when they arrived for meetings. The alcohol would flow freely after the 5 minute business meeting. Being that there is no indoor plumbing, the members would frequently have to visit the outhouse.
Apparently many of them got turned around when trying to find the necessary and would wander into the road, where they would freeze in the car headlights. They frequently made it back to the edge of the road only to cross again right in front of the car. The locals knew to look out for the members and they even erected a sign that showed a “buck with a beer crossing the road.”
Although there were no fatalities, a few members were hit and had to go to the hospital with broken bones. It was suggested at one of the meetings that the name be changed to the “Doe Lodge” thereby doing away with the antler hats. It never came to a vote, however, because the five minute discussion period had ended and it was beer time.
Eventually, they had to close their doors for good.
She has aged badly since I last photographed her 5 years ago. The aft section has completely disintegrated.
Deutsches Historisches Museum, Berlin
Today an important concept is under scrutiny. Not much left of Adenauer's vision, but still this Union is the manifestation of the right ideas. I hope we won't remember this day as the beginning of disintegration.
Disintegrating autumn leaves do intriguing things. I did two shots of this skeleton patch and couldn't decide which one to upload, so I uploaded both.
The old abandoned hotel in the (almost!) ghost town of Guadalupe, New Mexico. The structure is made of adobe with a metal roof.
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Part of the Lost River Range, Idaho. This part of the trip, with the clouds provided some great photo opportunities. The hard part of this type of dynamic, ever changing scenery is that you'll see a great composition with the mountain peeking through a gap or the sun breaking through -- and by the time you get the camera up and ready, the scene has disintegrated. (Idaho Road Trip Vacation 646.jpg)
An abandoned hotel on the Antrim coast slowly disintegrates.
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Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
(Matthew 6:19-21)
I saw this property about 1/2 mile off the road. I pulled into an empty parking lot of a deserted meat processing business two stone roads away. It was a neat old building so I started taking photos of it. Of course, a truck pulls into the lot. Now remember, I am in the country on a two lane road with nobody around. Good Grief.
So I started to back the car out and this man comes over to the car, “Hey, Hey, stop! May I help you with something?” he said. I explained how I liked to take pictures of old barns and buildings.
Instead of telling me to get lost, he asked me if I would like to photograph that old house way back off that dirt road. He pointed to the house I had been eyeing. I said, “I sure would!” So I drove down a muddy road with bricks sticking up and fields on both sides and took some shots of this beauty. It is for sale, by the way.
Now that was the nicest owner I’ve met yet. At least, I hope he was the owner :-)
Macro Mondays: Decay - faded, dead, disintegrating rose.
Macro photograph of an object in a state of decay - something unmistakably crumbling, disintegrating, rotting or in a similar state of progressive physical deterioration.
Art Week Gallery Group
~~~REPETITION AND RHYTHM~~~
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On May 2nd, 1989 The Cure released their 8th album, a miracle to some, to me a masterpiece. So this is my interpretation of the most romantic album ever in the history of music, image and text. I couldn't exactly pass it by when Kara sugegsted it, cuz I've learnt English with their songs.
Clinging on a MayDay (more than an album synopsis)
I’ll just write in a Plainsong rhyme, I’ll put out my heart on a Lovesong and I’ll scream at the sky how you fell into my arms, how fear always draws to a Closedown whenever I’m with you.
I’m so glad you remembered that 30 years have passed. Your name like ice into my heart, I bleed and if I drink I don’t think I’ve ever felt so Homesick about anyone. There was nothing in the world that I’ve ever wanted more than one Last Dance with you.
I never sleep, I’m running out of time, running on this Fascination Street, running into your arms, cuz you make me feel like I am young again and free again and able to swim The Same Seep Water As You.
Softer than shadows and quicker than flies in this Untitled room you sing a Lullaby, you move like a spider to drag me closer, pull me under, suffocate and strangle with my Pictures of you.
The strangest twist upon your lips entangles me in nights like this in hopelessness and bliss and Prayers For Rain. It rains. Each drop falls harder now, deteriorates, you’re tight against the side of me listening to “Disintegration” as if it’s ‘89 all over again.
This house is not in the best of shape, but it appears if lightening hits, it will only burn the main house. Thank goodness the porch will be saved. Located in Richmond County, VA.
Note: The glass balls do not conduct electricity. Their purpose was to break or fall to the ground if there was a lightening strike. Then the owners knew to check the building, rod and grounding wire for damage.
Translucent - Macro Mondays
This portion of an old oak leaf has disintegrated. The green surface has fallen away. The leaf was held up to light to capture the translucency.
A photograph of the full Oak leaf with a ruler is in the first comment. This portion of the leaf is smaller than the measurements allowed for Macro Mondays.
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I took this photo from a moving car a couple of years ago when I was scouting locations for the “Al Hitchcock Society.” They are going to make a horror film to rival Friday the Thirteenth and were looking for a good location. I got a call the other day that they want to use this house.
Since most of you are probably sitting around bemoaning the fact that you can’t go out to dinner at a nice restaurant or go to the theater for Valentine’s Day, I could use your help. The director said that the first ten people to give him a plausible horror film scene will be in the film.
For instance:
1. People enter house and door locks behind them.
2. Some idiot says, “Let’s Explore the Basement,”
3. Group is scared by a baby crying, only to realize Chrystal has brought her two month old baby. “Chrystal, get your baby out of here. You scared us to death!”
Now that you have the idea, be sure you leave a suggestion, if you want to be in the film. You get paid, of course. Thank you in advance from the “Al Hitchcock Society.”
Parish cemetery in Flamstead, Hertfordshire. The material is some kind of cement and it's beginning to disintegrate. The man with the almond eyes is facing the graves and gives his blessings day and night. He will continue to so until the end. Fuji X-E3.
the awarded artist of the Allied Artists of Johnstown 85th Annual Art Exhibition at the Southern Alleghenies Museum of Art at Johnstown at Pasquerilla Performing Arts Center on the Campus of University of Pittsburgh at Johnstown, Pa.
Marian Morgan snapped the photo
Several years ago, when Earl and Daryl were starting their handyman business, they were asked to clear all the bushes, vines and trees away from this house. The owners wanted to fix it up and move in.
Earl and Daryl came out to the house and gave them a bid. When the owners asked why the bid was so high, Earl had to admit that the large pine tree right up against the house was problematic and that they would have to rent a bucket truck to take it down without damaging the roof. That sounded smart to the owners so they paid half the money up front so Earl could rent the bucket truck.
When the bucket truck arrived Earl told Daryl to get in the bucket and raise himself onto the roof. They would start on the left side for easy access.
“I don’t know how to work all the controls on this truck.” Daryl admitted. “You will have to do it Earl.”
“I’ve never used one either, but how hard can it be. Are you chicken, Daryl?”
Daryl, having the personality of a fourth grader, could not stand to be challenged. He climbed into the bucket, pushed the lever forward and put the bucket through the left side of the house.
“You idiot,” screamed Earl, “you are supposed to raise the bucket to roof height first! This is going to come out of your salary! Come on! I’ll buy you a beer while we discuss what to do.” Earl was getting mighty thirsty and too angry to work.
They walked away from the job and never went back. The owners who were out west for six months came back to find a mess and no Earl and Daryl to be found. They ended up donating the house to science.
The local environmental scientists got a grant of $184.50 to grow moss on the roof. The study is to prove that a moss covered roof provides more protection from the rain and sun than a regular tile or tin roof. They didn’t take into account how many years it takes to grow or that all the holes in the house could let in the elements and skew the data. I’ll let you know the results in several years.
I've been taking photos of this clock on a tree in the woods since 2013. It is slowly disintegrating.
An old, disintegrating barn in Hardin County, Iowa that doesn't have too many years left.
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We are more than just our bodies
Joints piled on top of joints
Sinews in between like trapped spiderwebs
That tell us about proprioception or
Where our body is in space
We are more than capillaries,
An underground network of blood supply
We are more than an oxygenation machine
We are also more than aches and pains
A registration of what it is like to be human
On merely a limited physical level
We are more than
The sum of all our interior sensations
We are more than origins and insertions
Uncertain tubercles
Nerves that remind you of your physical presence
We are more than the cracks of our ankles
In the middle of the night
The bowing of our backs
We are more than feeling like
We are slowly disintegrating
Into a well organized tower of dust
We are more than aging and
What that concept allows us (and forbids us)
We are more and we may also demand more.
We are magic if we can only find it.
This is truly what it means to be human
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Above: Darling "Shear" Squire plays Black Tortoise in the outdoor play Guardians of the Earth and Sky, which took place last weekend in Chinatown.
The last rays of the setting sun light the underside of some clouds as lower clouds drop below the terminator. This view is south west so the sun is over the shoulder of the photographer. Clouds are moving to the right quickly obliterating the remaining Gold Coast blue sky.
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Alan Rauch is a master painter n teacher
82 yrs old
has da vitality and energy of a 40-year-old
youthful energies n sprit
I'm so glad to have met him
I love his style
I look in his eyes and see a young man
The Stade, Hastings. 'Elsie Rose' ready for an early morning launch but 'Our Lady' was de-registered a few years ago and has been abandoned to gently disintegrate on the beach.
I come back to see this wreck every year, watching her slowly rot away. Every time I visit there is another piece that has fallen into the sea.
The HMQS Gayundah was a gunship built in Newcastle on Tyne and arrived in Brisbane in 1885. She was the first colonial ship to wear the white Ensign and Pendant of her Majesty's fleet.
After the Federation in 1901 she was retained by the Australian Navy and used as a training ship. In 1921 she was sold to the Brisbane Gravel company and used as a sand and gravel barge on the Brisbane River. In 1958 she was sold to the Redcliffe Town Council and was beached at Woody Point as a breakwater where she lays to this day rusting away.
A pile of disintegrated basalt columns lay in disarray below still standing columns. The Drumheller Channels were scoured by the Ice Age Floods eroding basalt walls and bed rock creating all sorts of interesting geologic formations.
I’d take a leap of faith, but I’d lose my nerve. In the end, I’ll get the hell that I deserve. I’m always gone with the wind. Crawling in and out of my mind. God knows, I lost all my faith. A sickness with no remedy, except the ones inside of me. You ever wonder how deep you can sink into nothing at all? Disintegrate. Annihilate me. Do you remember when you said to me, “My friend, hope is a prison.”? Of all the patterns that I could create, I built a labyrinth with no escape. To keep my ‘self’ under lock and key. I am my own worst enemy.