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This week’s photo challenge was END OF THE LINE. So I searched for a line with an end!? I found a nice deck path which I used for my photo. It worked best in Black and White.
Group: 52 Weeks: The 2021 Edition
Weekly Theme: Week 19: END OF THE LINE
Taken May 10, 2021
Title: End of the Line
I really struggled about putting this image up. Some of you asked to see it so here it is. I do think it's a unique shot of this particular eagle's behaviour. I'll be back to warm and fuzzy or cold and icey tomorrow.
For me anyway as I still don't have spikes or snow shoes. Nice place to sit and have lunch alone though before the long hike back to Reflection Lakes. This is the Trail Terminus of Paradise Glacier, a 3/4 of a mile offshoot from Skyline East of Paradise.
Part of the Roaring Camp Railroad after a forest fire several years ago blew through the woods in the hills near Santa Cruz, California.
"Like balloons, we are nothing till filled."
~Herman Melville, but assuredly not a quote from Moby Dick.
Tiny balloon unable to hold air. Poor balloon has reached the end of its air-borne days, but has a small life as a decorative object. Of sorts. A tiny hole or two damaged the little decorative balloon, which has been in the kitchen drawer for several years now. I just liked the vibrant hue.
Two studio lights at 3 and 9 positions above a light box. (Another rainy day needing lots of light.)
Or maybe not… ;) Anyway, another image from the marsh. I included a lot of space in these last two images, and that was intentional. On this sunny, autumn day the overall environment here looked beautiful to me—even this sad, abandoned house, but it’s not hard to imagine how desolate it will be once the cold and snow comes. Maybe I’ll go back in the winter for another look...
We're Here! : The End of the Line
Strobist: AB1600 with gridded 60X30 softbox camera right. Reflector camera left. Triggered by Cybersync.
Marker at the top of First Peak guiding the way.
Song: Capture the flag
Artist: Broken Social Scene
Album: You forgot it in people
www.flickr.com/photos/186748575@N02/albums/72157713187109... This image tells a harsh and raw truth:
the young man is “in the bathroom,” a metaphor for a life still immersed in confusion, difficulties, and the “shit” of the society we live in.
It is a state of transition, of pain, but also of resistance.
The man outside the bathroom, instead, is an elderly person who symbolically is “out of the shit” — he has lived through life, approaching the end, the liberation from earthly suffering.
“In & Out” is the boundary between youth and old age, between chaos and calm, between struggle and surrender.
These shots were transformed and recomposed in 2020, during the lockdown caused by the pandemic of humility.I am republishing these images today as testimonies of a critical moment for humanity, where restrictions deeply impacted our relationships and revealed dynamics of control and manipulation.
The Covid pandemic was used as a pretext to limit freedom and divide people. This image is meant to recall both physical imprisonment and the need for awareness and inner rebellion.
A leftover I didn't want to abandon, the last trolley car built in Massachusetts. There's a better than fair chance I rode this car myself as a teenager, roaming about the areas of Boston served by The T's green line.
I'll be traveling, so may or may not be Flickr-active over the next week, depending on where I am and what I find, internet availability, etc.
From the sftm.org website...
Massachusetts Bay Transportation Authority 3321. This "PCC" Car is a trolley car built in 1951 by the Pullman-Standard company of Worcester, MA, for the Metropolitan Transit Authority (MTA), later to become the MBTA. It ran in Boston, MA for its entire service life, from 1951 to 1985, serving primarily on what is now the Green Line. It was then stored for a number of years before being used in an abortive streetcar project in Brooklyn NY, which left it stored on an exposed pier where it would be flooded by Hurricane Sandy. It was brought to the museum in 2015. This style of PCC Car was called a "Picture Window" car because of the large side windows. MBTA 3321 is the last trolley car built in Massachusetts.
Taken on yesterday's Trolley Graveyard Photography Workshop with Matthew Christopher's Abandoned America Group.
If you are interested in his photos of abandoned schools, theaters, amusement parks, etc, or trips he leads to amazing decaying places with permission of the owners in the Mid-Atlantic region, check out his website here: www.abandonedamerica.us
Free to roam a vast area in a national park, Plains Bison are sometimes easily seen in Grasslands, and other times they will disappear for days or weeks. Cows, calves, and young bulls are often found in sub-groups of the herd, while older bulls tend to keep their own company, either solo or with a few others. So, driving the Ecotour Road in November, I wasn't surprised to see this enormous bull bison by the roadside.
I slowed down to avoid startling him, and slowly rolled past until I reached what I judged to be a safe distance to stop. Using a beanbag, I snapped this photo from the car - only this one shot. The bison swung his huge head around to look at me, then his back end seemed to collapse: he swayed and nearly fell. Adjusting, he took a couple of steps - and nearly fell again. I could see that he wasn't placing any weight on his right hind leg. It didn't seem to be broken, but he could have sustained an injury. Another possibility would be arthritis.
Sometimes competing bison get injured, fighting during the midsummer rut, but this old guy would be well past participating. By the age of 15 or so, they just want to be left in peace. In time, of course, they are subject to various age-related conditions. It was really sad to see him in difficulty. I generally don't flinch when I see a natural process unfolding, including predator-prey encounters, but in this case I didn't want to stress him further, so I drove on. A couple hours later, coming back, I saw him about a hundred metres from the road, grazing with a buddy, still operating on three legs. If this is the end of the line for him - and with the worst of winter still ahead, that seems likely - his carcass will be scavenged by coyotes, magpies, ravens, and other prairie wildlife; his bones will be gnawed by mice and voles. All his nutrients will be recycled. Bison are North America's largest land mammal, the bulls weighing in at up to 2,000 pounds. It will be a huge calorie bonanza for the critters that find his remains, much like a whale decomposing on the ocean floor, although not quite on that scale.
Photographed in Grasslands National Park, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2020 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Week 19: End of the Line (May 7th - May 13th)
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Cut tulips have a short life span and these have just about gotten to the end of the line. Even so, they have been a spectacular display.
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Post-processed in Photoshop
Well, it's alright, even if they say you're wrong
Well, it's alright, sometimes you gotta be strong
Well, it's alright, as long as you got somewhere to lay
Well, it's alright, everyday is judgment day
Traveling Wilburys
This is where the line DOES end! A few years ago the rail line from Winton to Hughenden, in outback Queensland, ceased carrying passengers, freight and cattle All made very final by the ripping up of sleepers and steel rails,
End of the line (Running out of road)
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When this shot was taken, the last MER service from Ramsey was about 4.20 in the afternoon. However, on Friday nights a late night special ran from Ramsey at about 10.20. This gave me a chance of getting an MER shot after dark in the summer months.
This is the new Ramsey Terminus as well. The old one with the more interesting trackwork is beyond the stops and fence in the car park, right of picture, the other side of the road. Car 19, wearing the old 'Tramway' livery is a couple of minutes from leaving, bound for Douglas.
(gets, looks, seems, is) there is an end to it, this too shall pass. The tangled mess of copper wire badly focused but the end comes out in focus.
This really could be the end of the line for you if you aren't careful. Dinorwic slate quarry is a potentially very dangerous place. And of all the parts of it I have been to, I think this is the most dangerous.
As Jon Baxter wrote when he visited about four years back "its probably the only photo I've ever took that made me actually fear for my life to get it".
The railway line used to carry on. You can see the other end of it in the fog on the other side. But then part of the buttressed level it ran along the top of, slipped away and left it hanging over a chasm. You can see a guy on Youtube who went across it on his stag do. He was well wired and harnessed. But in the last few years the railway through the sky gave up and fell apart to leave it heading vertically downwards. Now even that section has gone.
Approaching this area I headed out to the left to check that it was safe to go anywhere near. It's obvious it is unstable. I could see that many of the stones had slipped out and now where the line reached this side it is undercut. I trod very lightly. You can see a small tree lower left of shot. That has grown out of a near vertical edge somewhere below the level I am on. You can't see the bottom, where you might fall to if you aren't careful. It was out of sight down in the fog. It really could be the end of the line for you.
But on this mysterious morning where I didn't see another soul I was haunted by something. As Darcy and I had been climbing up to the caban out of the complete silence we heard a relatively high pitched "I love you!", shouted at the top of the voice come from higher up in the quarry through the wall of fog. And then nothing. Had someone just jumped off one of the cliffs? I didn't know what to do. I hadn't seen any sign of anyone, wet footprints on dry slate, some scuffed grit on the trail or any other sign of life. I didn't see anyone else until almost back at my car. I didn't see any body. I'm still wondering.
Here is Al on his stag do in 2010 www.youtube.com/watch?v=0f0rdy6BByE