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The colour version of "the machine that ate the earth" at Ocean Reef Marina :-) The colour in the bright summer morning light were outstanding
Over fertilized plants may be beautiful but are otherwise useless, like people whose energies are devoted so completely to their appearance that there is no other development.
~William Longgood
Photo 3 from the Des Moines Series
Mural on a building side in downtown Des Moines, Iowa
"You can almost hear her gasp!
A blonde woman from a vintage comic strip looks in wide-eyed shock at the graffiti spreading across the wall of a building downtown. ....
Weber ....The artist is known for politically and socially charged artwork along the lines of the current exhibition he guest-curated at Moberg Gallery, which helped arrange the Workspace commission.
But the new mural’s message is more subtle, he said. The blonde woman represents “the overall American consumer” or a “more traditional” Des Moines citizen reacting to downtown’s rapid growth. Partially hidden among the graffiti tags are Dopey from Disney’s “Snow White” and a pair of Smurfs, whose woodland habitat is threatened by development.
“In any city in America, there are murals everywhere. In Oakland, you can’t go two blocks without seeing one,” Weber said, praising downtown Des Moines’ own murals by artists Chris Vance, Van Holmgren and others. “Hopefully, in another year or two, we’ll have twice as many.”
Further development and change of perspective, in life and in creativity is always a gain for yourself and also for the people with whom you are in communication. The photo is a small project in which new ideas were implemented. Thank you for the support and implementation by my friend.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
It's that time of the year again. Hiawatha #336 arrives Chicago behind the class Amtrak B32-8WH which is subbing for a Charger that shit out a few days prior. The searchlight installations at the east end of Morgan Street were installed in the early 1980s.
Real estate development has exploded in the West Loop over the past decade. The Fulton Labs on the right were completed last year, and 345 N. Morgan on the left was completed a few months ago (still under construction when this picture was taken). The latter was built by Sterling Bay which is also overseeing the redevelopment of the former ADM flour mill. What you see here is only a fraction of what's to come to the West Loop in the next few years.
Camera: Rolleiflex 2,8e
Lens: Zeiss Planar 1:2,8 - 80mm
Film: Ilford Delta 100 Pro
Development: Rodinal (1+50), 14:00 min, 22°
Scan: Epson V850 Pro
DXO PhotoLab 4
NIK Collection
and the change of light and color
this photo was captured just a quarter of an hour earlier - still, blue is dominating ...
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Set in a gated community amidst nurturing green and the white glory of the pagoda dogwood, this condominium birdhouse development offers luxury apartments and stylish single homes. It is situated in the Children's Garden of Ellyn's LOST GARDEN.
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** SmugMug - who conjured up that name?! From having looked it over, I can't see staying. To me, it seems that too many things are happening at once!
...as in I'm pretty sure being upside down is good for their brain development. Don't quote me on that though. Unbelievably this is my fifth explore in 5 days!!!!!
North Road Ellesmere Port.
This area including Vauxhall Motors in the distance used to be RAF Hooton during the war. You can still make out a part of the runway bottom right.
Tucked into the mountains of Iwate Prefecture near the under visited, stunning Sanriku Coast in eastern Japan is the Iwate Development Railway.
Established in 1939, the railway operated passenger and limestone transport from its mine in Iwate Ishibashi, to the cement plant at the port city of Ofunato for a total of 11km in length. The line suffered severe damage during the March 11, 2011 earthquake and tsunami. In fact, photos of debris covering the top of this bridge can be found online. The railway was brought back just 8 months after the quake and has been going strong since.
Two trains, pulled by DD56 Centercabs, shuttle 18 car limestone trains back and forth from the mine to the cement plant around 12-18 times a day. Here a midday empty train crosses over the Sakari River bridge bound for the mine for another load of rocks.
Iwate Development Railway
IDR DD56-01
Ofunato, Iwate Pref., Japan
Yamazaki winery, Mikasa, Hokkaido.
Pentax MZ-M, Tamron 28mm F2.8, Kodak Technicalpan, exposed as ISO 64, developed with H&W control ( phenidon 2x ), for 14 minutes at 20 Deg.C., scanned with Plustek OptiFilm 120, edited with GIMP. Bigger sizes: www.flickr.com/photos/threepinner/51906078236/sizes/ up to 10000 × 6581 pixels compatible. Learn DIY development and upgrade to film !
I really do not enjoy the process of taking sunset photos, having to be in the perfect place, at the perfect time is something I have difficulty with - and my lens being incompatible with (sensibly priced) filters doesn't exactly help either, but all in all despite the bitching, I'm pretty happy with how this one came out.
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This is where Black Swamp meets future residential development. That is the You Yangs in the distance where i took this image
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Drip development with lith developer. Method described here... remorseblog.blogspot.com/2023/03/drip-development.html