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NS 4001 leads 15M across Draw in Buffalo, NY. Just under an hour on duty rare for them to already be going across the bridge.
Naturally b&w. I shot it from the car, on the final stretch home.
The zoom makes the vignetting (a bit too much I think).
CP 247 crosses over Harbour Draw and will be crossing the International bridge to Ft. Erie, Ontario on the CN Stamford Sub.
paper, pencil. 2006
To be honest, I rarely pick up a pencil.
In general, I rarely take something in my hands - my hands are usually busy ) This is my drawing of the Amur tiger for the children's edition of National Geographic in 2006 after my trip to the Far East. When I don't have a suitable photograph, drawings from a travel diary come into play.
As a child, I thought that a man should cook well, understand whiskey and wines, be able to fight and shoot decently, ride a horse, master fine art skills and be liked by women )
Oh, and dress impeccably for this ! ))
Much of this list turned out to be useful, but my lifestyle challenged the style of clothing ) but the ability to draw somehow took root
A rare stray to South Eastern Arizona. Being viewed at Whitewater Draw Wildlife Area. Giving many a captivating opportunity.
Ex MOD Army penknife manufactured in 1954. This has been my only penknife, which I received at the age of 12. Never being a boy scout it's not been kept in my pocket, it's always resided in a draw ready and waiting to remove a bottle top or cut a piece of string. "Knife"... "Looking close on Friday"...
CN L531 makes it's way through CP DRAW, which consists of CSX, NS, BSOR, and B&P trackage all converging to 2 tracks to cross the bridge, then splitting back up into CSX and NS on the opposite side.
J aime beaucoup cette chanson de
** Tina Arena **
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J'ai tant caché mes différences
Sous des airs ou des faux semblants
J'ai cru que d'autres pas de danses
Me cacheraient aux yeux des gens
Je n'ai jamais suivi vos routes
J'ai voulu tracer mon chemin
Pour aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Ou l'on oublie ses souvenirs
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Se rapprocher de l'avenir
J'ai perdu tant de fois la trace
Des rêves pour lesquels je vivais
Je n'ai pas su te dire je t'aime
Seulement te garder
Il faut aussi dire ses doutes
Et les poser dans d'autres mains
Pour aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et dessiner des souvenirs
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et croire encore à l'avenir
Pour aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et dessiner des souvenirs
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Et croire encore à l'avenir
Aller plus haut, aller plus haut
Se rapprocher de l'avenir.
As I hid my differences
Air or under false pretenses
I thought that others do not dance
Me hiding in the eyes of people
I have never followed your route
I wanted to trace my way
To go higher, go higher
Or we forget memories
Jump higher, go higher
Move towards the future
I lost both times the trace
Dreams where I lived
I have not been able to tell you I love you
Only you keep
It must also be doubts
And ask them in other hands
To go higher, go higher
And draw memories
Jump higher, go higher
And believe in the future
To go higher, go higher
And draw memories
Jump higher, go higher
And believe in the future
Jump higher, go higher
Move towards the future.
Domi
I worked inside the house with natural light coming from the left and couldn't make the background more white than this with the software without affecting the pencils. I overexposed it while shooting. Any tips are more than welcome
I drove a little further up the road to Panther Junction and I was a touch sad because the thunderstorms were beginning to fade after using up the heat and moisture in the northeastern part of the park. New storms were beginning to develop but further southeast (right side of this photograph) over the Sierra del Carmens in Mexico.
As the storms faded, the high cirrus blow-off from them began to clear and sunlight flooded in from the west.
Suddenely, color appeared in the northeast part of the storms and I pulled off again, this time at the Hannold Draw primitive campsite.
The storms had saved their best beauty for the last! I found it interesting that instead of a pot of gold, the right hand limb of the rainbow pointed to the Banta Shut-In on Tornillio Creek. It is one of the places that I have still not visited in the park.
What a wonderful way to celebrate the 75th anniversary of Big Bend National Park.
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Explored April 11th 2009
Very unusual thin lined cloud highlighting the awesome colored clouds in the distance.
Got home a bit late this night, but was able to capture this moment in time to share with all my flickr friends that love my Texas sunsets. Hope Y'all like it. Lol. !!
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Wishing all my flickr friends a wonderful and happy Easter weekend.
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Thanks for all your support on my work in the art of Photography. Lol: Gaston
View in large size for awesome details of this wonderful capture.
Saint Flour le 15 Juillet 2014, nous sommes un mardi.
Fin de matinée. Un soleil dru mais la fraîcheur d'une altitude.
Des pierres massives dessinent des maisons toutes aussi massives.
Le Cantal nous surprend et nous prend.
Il faut ouvrir grand ses yeux, car nous ressentons souvent en traversant la France, l'humeur de ces villes et villages qui se sont figés dans le temps...
De plus en plus des signes forts nous indiquent l'achèvement d'un temps.
La ville est pourtant grande, animée ....
Mais dans ses rues et ruelles, tellement de boutiques anciennes aux devantures encore riches d'une histoire, sont comme pétrifiées, mortifiées, surannées et ... closes dans la poussière sous une lumière photographiques pour les touristes de passage.
Subsistent encore certaines. Celles ci sont alors un appel à notre histoire.
Nos enfances.
Nos 1ers achats en colonies de vacances ou, pour d'autres,
avec les mains serrées dans celles de leurs parents et qui ouvraient grandes leurs portes pour nous acheter notre premier couteau. ...
Avec la Chris, toujours souriante devant tout cela,
main dans la main, toujours,
nous avons acheté notre fromage à un fermier ambulant et,
le comble,
j'ai acheté un aiguiseur de couteau ...
Made in China !
Quelques shots et hop on a filé ...
...
Saint Flour July 15, 2014, we are a Tuesday.
Late morning. A thickly sun, but the freshness of altitude.
Massive stone houses draw equally massive.
Cantal surprises us and takes us.
We must open his eyes wide, as we often feel through France,
the mood of these towns and villages that are frozen in time ...
Increasingly strong signs indicate the completion of a time.
The city is still big, bustling ....
But in its streets and alleys, so the old shops storefronts still rich of history are petrified, mortified, and outdated ... closed in the dust.
Some still exist. They will then have a call to our history.
Our childhoods.
Nos1ers shopping camps or for others,
with hands clasped in that of our parents and we who opened their doors to buy us our first knife. ...dropoff Window
With Chris, still smiling at all,
together, forever,
we bought our cheese farmer and a street,
the height,
I bought a knife sharpener ...
Made in China!