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The framing of this shot was pretty much dictated by a steel post on the left and a steel cable on the right - both of which I did not want in the image.
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Home. Batavia, IL. Photo by John Lishamer Photography (www.johnlishamer.com) All Rights Reserved. Nikon F3. Nikkor 35mm f1.4 ais. Ilford FP4 125. Xtol.
A young boy excitedly greets the crew of C255 as they bring a loaded coal train down the C&M Branch into Heidrick, Kentucky.
...I thought this was the first, but it is a general sign for the first route on the National Cycle Network.
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This was taken at the start of the Cinder track.
I did not take this picture (I wish I did). Instead, I found it while browsing flickr. I wanted to practice some post-processing on it and this is the result. I am posting it here with permission from the original photographer.
You can find the original picture here.
-Added to the Cream of the Crop pool as most interesting.
There's nothing quite like the excitement of finding Mushrooms growing wild while wandering through the woods taking photos.. and even more so when you find them growing out of trees!
I saw this little beauty while on a walk through some local woods and was delighted to see I didn't just get the gorgeous little funghi but managed to capture some beautiful bokeh too.
For week #2 - 52 in 2015
Poem.
Childish excitement travelling from east to west in late winter.
You know soon, very soon, the West Coast “Munros” will gleam like incisor teeth above the forested landscape.
Faochag, left, and The Saddle or Forcan Ridge, right, are such peaks that advertise the thousand metre micro-climate of semi-Alpine splendour.
Spin-drift sweeps off the upper slopes to accumulate in layers like royal icing.
The snowy back-cloth forms a pleasing contrast to the pastel tans and greens of the bracken and forest of the lower slopes of this historic Glen.
The West Coast beckons.
Such a grand mountain corridor befits the momentous land and seascapes that lie in prospect.
Rock N Roll Hall of Fame Class of 1987, two time Grammy Hall of Fame inductee, former lead singer of the Dominos, and Detroit native... the incomparable Jackie Wilson, "Mr Excitement," peacefully rests alongside his mother, Eliza.
I have the privilege of living in the Detroit area --- an area known for great music and musicians. Not surprising, there are some famous and legendary musicians buried in some of Detroit's most picturesque and historic cemeteries. Every once in a while, however, such a person is found in an unsuspecting, and comparatively smaller and less picturesque, suburban cemetery. Such is the case here.
As it turns out, the legendary Jackie Wilson is buried 1 mile from where I live, in the suburbs. His grave, the most "stand-out" in the cemetery, can be seen quite visibly from the highway the cemetery is located on. I drive by it almost everyday, but didn't know the significance of who the monument memorialized until two days ago, when we were in the cemetery with cameras in hand.
Jackie is probably best known for (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher, and his signature Lonely Teardrops. Inscribed on his memorial, but covered in this view by the bench, is the phrase "No More Lonely Teardrops." I do have a photo depicting the phrase and will post it soon.
May you continue to rest in peace, Mr. Excitement. :)
Following the excitement of the LSL move passing through a few minutes earlier, back to the more mundane everyday stuff as 88006 ‘Juno’ passed northbound through Hartford with 4S44 1216 Daventry Int Rft Recep Fl to Mossend Down Yard fully loaded intermodal.
My two girls LOVE Disneyland (who am I kidding, so do I). We finally decided to get really good seats for the parade, it did not disappoint.
This is when they saw Captain Hook, he was walking right over to them. I am not sure I have ever captured a better moment of my two little princesses.
It makes me wonder, when did we stop getting excited like this? Wouldn't the world be a better place if we all believed that Captain Hook and Peter Pan were real?
Video of adventure here - youtu.be/kR9LcMaja3Q
Garbh Bheinn
The Cuillin in Skye have always captured my attention, whether Red or Black the combination of mountain and sea creates a magical spectacle and a visit to Sky always fills me with excitement! The northerly winds had brought snow to the northern half of Scotland and now a low pressure system was hovering over the northwest highlands! The day before on the drive through I had stopped in Glen Shiel and walked up Sgurr Mhic Bharraich, wading through drifts on the top and catching a little sun light between hefty showers!
I spent the night in Broadford contemplating what to do the following day… The forecast was varying between the different weather websites, with some stating the afternoon would be better and others indicating that the morning would be better! I had my eye on Garbh Bheinn, a Corbett in the Black Cuillin, not far from Clach Ghlas and Blabheinn, which I hadn’t been up before, however I didn’t fancy heading up in a white out!
A short evening walk along the shores of Broadford Bay revealed a starry sky and I looked skyward in the hope of catching some of the meteor shower… I saw two shooting stars and made my wish!
Breakfast as at 0730am at the hotel and I was up early to see which forecast was right! Stepping outside and everything sparkled- a deep frost had descended overnight and cloaked everything in ice! Anticipation was growing, although the stars shone here with the clear sky, it didn’t mean the mountains along the road would be clear! I set off and to my delight the skies remained clear as I drove the short distance to my start point near the waterfall at the head of Loch Ainort, the dawn light was revealing a white blanket coating the Cuillin Hills- to say I was happy would be the understatement of the year! I really couldn’t have asked for a better morning, the heavy snows of the prior days had left the Red and Black Cuillin decidedly white! The sky was blue, the mountains were white ad nobody else was on the hill, solitude seemed a little unfair however I was enjoying it all! The shooting star and wish the night before had held true;)
I made my way up the Druim Eadar Da Choire, all the while trying to make steady progress and not stopping every two steps to pick my jaw off the floor! Marsco was dominating the skyline ahead and to my right, the other Red Cuillin stood behind me watching my progress and all the while Garbh Bheinn was waiting to the southern horizon! These views were amazing but as I reached the top of the shoulder (489m), the Black Cuillin Ridge came into view- what a sight! I was lucky enough to summit camp on Sgurr na Stri when snow covered the Cuillin previously, however on that occasion the blanket was only half on – today the blanket was almost down to sea level. I spent a bit of time enjoying the view at the shoulder top and would’ve of been happy to turn and go home here – however I now had to cross from the Red to the Black and get my mountaineering head on! Garbh Bheinn, in comparison to other Black Cuillin peaks may be less technical and in the summer a easy scramble, however under a coating of deep, soft powdery, unconsolidated snow, I knew I was going to have to concentrate and perhaps not summit her today…. No one was on the mountain and a simple slip would have consequences- especially on the summit ridge where I knew the narrow ridge would test me….
Crampons on – ice axe out, I now headed up steep ground with some steepening sections
. The snow made everything look so festive but foot placements gave some surprises. The deep snow hid rock and scree and the fact that the snow was so powdery meant I had to take my time. Up I went and the views got better and better! Behind me and looking north I could see the weather was rapidly changing, the low sun to the south was still illuminating the white hills but the northern horizon behind grew darker and darker with the approaching weather!
Soon, I was about to gain the summit ridge! Pulling myself onto the final ridge before turning east and a new view came into sight as Blabheinn appeared in all its glory! I sat and enjoyed it, but not for too long – Galmaig and its neighbours had now been engulfed with the storm clouds and were disappearing from view- I needed to crack on! Probably a hop, skip and a jump in summer conditions, the final ridge was now a sharp snowy arête, the knife edge crest of snow hiding the rocks under the coating. Probing my way along slowly I had to circumvent a few small steps the axe a necessity ! Exhilarating and lofty it certainly was! Soon I reached the summit and the blue above was now replaced by grey as white flakes started to fall! Half way! The same amount of concentration was needed to retrace my steps and soon I stopped heading west and was headed north towards the car. The hills and mountains that had caught my gaze all the way up had now disappeared and a sheet of dark grey enveloped everything. The wind had increased dramatically and heavy snow now fell from the sky stinging my exposed skin! The blizzard raged around me as I descended! My plans (had the weather remained perfect) were to continue to Marsco, that was no binned as I fought my way back to the car! It wasn’t until I set foot back on the Red Cuillin that the snow started to ease so a couple of snaps and piece to camera before descent on the red part of the walk! The snow eventually turned to rain as I reached the car and a quick change into civilian uniform;)! On to the Sligachan and a soon I was tucking into a festive dinner in front of a roaring fire, trying to take in my day’s adventure – what a day, what a mountain – what a place….. Not sure I will have such a good day on the hill for some time……..
On an otherwise dull boat trip, seeing storm clouds counted as exciting. No storms, no thunder, no lightning..... No place to explore and take awe.
The good thing about spending time in the bush: You never know what you will get when a new safari days is beginning....
For me it is one of the most exciting aspects on a photographic journey.
Have a great week, all the best Stephan!
Sambia 2016: inafrica.de/fotoreise-afrika-sambia/
Foto © Stephan Tuengler
Was interesting to re-read this blog entry from 2011. Seems not much has changed wrt some people believing everything they see on the internet is fake.
From my blog 2011:-
This turned into yet another two day search for the sun.
I recently read someone's blog entry about my Rowan Berry Swoosh sculpture and they wrote "tedious work I'd expect but worth it."
It rarely is tedious, though sometimes it most definitely is. But instead it can be quite exciting. Because I rarely plan what I am going to make and change and adapt as I am making something then I don't know at all how it will turn out until near the end. And as I approach the end a feeling on excitement deep within begins to build, as I start to see the final effect. Often it doesn't take on the level of vibrancy or symmetry that I am striving for until the very last component is completed. Sometimes it is like a switch going on, right at the very end, and suddenly everything falls into place. It can be quite unexpected and surprising but nearly always thrilling too.
A fundamental part of my leaf and light sculptures is the sun. I may combine leaves, wood, thorns and other natural elements together but they are not complete until they are put in the right position, in the right place, with right light and the right surroundings. Sometimes this comes easy, sometimes it is incredibly difficult. And sometimes the search for the sun can be very tedious. But as that blogger wrote - worth the wait. And the longer I have to wait the bigger the buzz when I finally combine all the elements together and that switch is flicked and the sculpture comes alive.
It's that extra notch that I strive for. The difference between an ordinary sculpture and something with a bit more life. It doesn't feel right unless that light comes on.
I sometimes worry that my photography looks a bit artificial, messed with, overly saturated or unreal. It is important to me to never fake what I do, as there would be no point in demonstrating any skill if it could be dismissed as photoshop trickery. My photos sometimes look unreal because of the effort I go to to search for the right place, the right light and conditions that will combine with my sculpture to show it at its best.
However there is an ilk of internet lurker who think everything is photoshop trickery or everything is fake. One of my photos of a rock stack was on Reddit this week, and I was quite tickled by the comment "The middle has a thin metal pole holding it all together, you can see it if you zoom in. Zoom in and look at the bottom 3 rocks, and the set of rocks 3rd up from the bottom."
'I've been rumbled, thank god for the internet police! I would have got away with it if it wasn't for those pesky kids!' No, but really, it would be much more difficult to go to the beach, find a load of rocks, drill holes in them and then build them up, where would the fun be in that! My advice to the internet sceptics is get out there and make your own rock stacks. It's kinda fun, not very difficult and a whole lot more interesting than land art conspiracy theories!
But land art begins with nature and what might not be obvious in what you see is what I learnt about these leaves. Whilst searching for acorns for the Sessile Oak Spiral I found two Oak trees, one with yellow variegated leaves the other with green. I am not sure why these were different from the rest, the only difference I could see was they were perched on top of a small crag and perhaps they were starved of necessary nutrients. But whatever the reason their leaves were beautiful and so I collected some for later.
By trying to create a symmetrical and uniform square shape I had to try and make each small square the same and by doing this I deepened my relationship with the leaves.
With organic growth there is an infinity of minute differences and as I cut a square out from each leaf I learnt how some were straight, some had a bent central vein, some the lobes cut in too deeply and some were too short. In a nutshell I had to inspect each leaf I looked at to discover its structure, shape and colour and better understand the diversity and variation in the leaves of two specific trees.
It is not a robotic process of simply selecting square after square and then sticthing them together. No, it is a process of appreciating and understanding each individual leaf and with it the beginnings of understanding the tree which bore those leaves. By chasing after form and symmetry I was rewarded with knowledge and experience of these trees and their leaves.
There is nothing tedious about this. Nothing in nature is the same. Each thorn, leaf and berry is subtly different from the next. Each day, hour and minute is different from those that preceeded them. And each new experience and new discovery is fresh fodder for the interested mind. Nature is endless and fascinating even if you are just looking at a single leaf.
So after trying the day before to unsuccessfully find the sun, I tried again before breakfast the next day and the early morning light was perfect and the swicth flicked and all the elements came together once more.
In other news this week I am rapidly approaching the age where I must be permanently grumpy and have to whinge about everything (some might say I am already there)! So I am sorely tempted to have a bit of a rant and here's why:-
My photographs often get nicked and used without my permission. I do like people to ask and if it is for your blog and you want to talk about land art then I generally grant permission. But this week I've found three universities using them, but if that wasn't bad enough I found three artists organisations advertising land art workshops using my pictures, one of them lifted 15 images and an entire article about teaching kids land art! There was no credit given at all, no permission sought and they were using my pictures to advertise their own workshops! If they are any good at land art you'd think they'd have some pictures of their own and you'd think an artist may have more respect another persons work!
I've never wanted to watermark my images as I want you to see them as they should be seen but I am getting close to feeling like I have to. If you all prefer that I didn't then say so and I'll reconsider.
Right, I'm off now to shout at the traffic/neighbours/wildlife/sky/helicopters/general public.
Instead of looking westward toward the Folsom Bridge, this is looking eastward to the Rainbow Bridge (1917) which looks quite small in this ultra wide angle perspective, to the right of center. The setting sun didn't offer too much excitement this evening, so I decided to see if anything better was going on behind me.