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The last warm, leisurely days of our Minnesota fall are futilely resisting the change that is coming.
Leaves litter country roads, geese fly overhead loudly exclaiming their plans for upcoming flights while state natives with long term memory loss plan picnics for next week.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
A shot from earlier this year when I was lucky enough to find some Beardies feeding at the edge of the reeds on ice. I was lying on cut reed covered in mud with water slowly soaking into my clothes and I was loving every minute of it.
I know it's futile, and not a little egotistical, to wish for a change in the weather - however if that jetstream can move there'd be colder air and clearer skies again. And me and the camera would be grinning.
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The kaleidoscopic and extravagantly colourful Peacock Mantis Shrimp (Odontodactylus scyllarus).
a.k.a. Harlequin or Clown Mantis Shrimp and native to the Indian Ocean.
© 2015 Alan Mackenzie.
www.alanmackenziephotography.com
This mature Roe deer buck had a magnificent pair of antlers. He confidently asserted his presence in full view by walking in a semi-circle and barking. The purpose of his behaviour was to communicate that I had been identified as a "predator" and any further pursuit would be futile.
Without any intention to offend anyone for the state of some houses, this series of ugly images is my desperate, probably futile attempt to save the architectural heritage that is already in such a state that her salvation is gone.
Oh Heavens, let the damned phone ring
unanswered call to the throes of telesales
I do not care to linger here
but take the air, the space, the time
of pleasantries in memories of no fear
this is pure magic in the realms of the fantastical
but not fantasy, that steps-in before we do
unnoticed, so let it go too
only hallucinatory haloes care to matter
in the course of feeling it's parachuting virtue
engulfing us like a song when we loved to live
now returns reliving our love of it's remembrance
it's in our eye today what reflects yesterday
and that can be a lovely felling, can it not?
if you ever have time to betray...
let it be so, for a recollection, souvenir, has meaning
spiralling back to you for a very valuable reason
it testifies in defence of your very being
those memories have the agility of ability
far, far beyond anything in legible writing
our days are so tegulated we forget their importance
a role above our heads, keeping us dry...
yet always above water, the weal of continuance
nothing that can't be fixed or abridged
a gallery of lost pleasures now illustrate a free-handed credence
for all endeavours and advantageous circumstance
nothing concludes our days better than the truly natural touch
a hand in our lives is forever the heartbeat of life's power
we frequent it's House but remain forgetful of how it's located
as if Nature needed yet another miracle to conjure-
under our very naive noses we sniff at all Her enchantments
stealing Her fragrance to manipulate our cosmetic (un)kind
then take on Euhemerism to commercial effect too
touching the nether regions of flagrant pampering
such a shower through and through!!
but as we speak something on the wind always digests our thoughts,
and that is not pie in the sky
nor something to flip the bird at!
but Her generosity over ages past
are the lever with which barbaric and futile wars may be combat.
by anglia24
11h40: 11/04/2008
©2008anglia24
A (small) portion of a circuit board
The vertical dimension of the photo is about 0.75" (~2cm) on the board
HMM!
To the left, the upper reaches of Monarch Mountain (9,111 ft; 2,777 m) are wrapped in low cloud as the mountain looms over the patchwork of forest and wet, open terrain comprising Monarch Meadows, Victoria Cross Range, Jasper National Park, Alberta.
There is no trail through these meadows. As such, we felt some measure of relief, standing where this photo was taken, to realize that it would be both possible and safe to descend and thread a relatively direct way through the open patches toward the distant, low pass and then into the next drainage to camp. Given the amount of water we encountered on the sides of the moderately steep slopes we negotiated to gain this vantage, it seemed likely that the areas without trees might be boggy.
We paused for lunch somewhere near the medium-sized, bright, green patch right in the center of the frame. It felt delightful to remove the shoes for a little while, wring out the socks and hang them on a branch to dry (futile), and drink some tea after our repast. The cloud ceiling lifted somewhat from where it was when I made this photo, and Monarch Glacier was revealed, sitting high upon its dais of stone. I kept expecting we might encounter wildlife, and I was not terribly excited about the idea of meeting with grizzly in such relatively close forest. However, to this point, we observed nothing but Ravens moving almost effortlessly above us. I can only speculate as to why we didn't see more of the four-leggeds, and I suspect that animals living this far off trail are not that accustomed to crossing paths with Homo turistico americanus and thus took pains to avoid our presence.
As you can see, climbing a tree to escape a grizzly attack is probably futile.
"If you are attacked by a grizzly bear, leave your pack on and PLAY DEAD. Lay flat on your stomach with your hands clasped behind your neck. Spread your legs to make it harder for the bear to turn you over. Remain still until the bear leaves the area.”
"If you are attacked by a black bear, DO NOT PLAY DEAD. Try to escape to a secure place such as a car or building. If escape is not possible, try to fight back using any object available. Concentrate your kicks and blows on the bear's face and muzzle."
According to the National Park Service, the odds of being attacked by a bear are 1 in 2.1 million.
Bearizona Wildlife Park
A very heavy amount of mist made keeping anything dry a futile effort. While I normally prefer punchy contrast and tack sharp images, the mist coupled with water on my lens added a soft dreamlike quality that was a welcome departure from my usual.
Springtime flow at Panther Creek Falls, Washington. Contrast this to the autumn flow a few posts ago in my stream.
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Oh boy. This one took its pounds of flesh. Doesn't it look peaceful here? It wasn't. There were hoards of black flies and mosquitoes. I had to set up the camera and then pace for over an hour until the conditions were right in a futile effort to keep from being drained dry by those little vampires.
10/10, would do again for that view. Mount Sir. Donald sure does look good in gold though, doesn't it?
Shot on a Canon 5D mark IV with a 24-70 f/2.8L ii and a LEE landscape polarizer. Processed in Camera Raw and Photoshop.
5-frame panorama
This was really difficult to stitch because the lights were moving very quickly and were different in each frame. Photoshop wouldn't even come close with auto-blend. I really liked the reflection and I didn't think that the photo did the night justice without showing the whole lake in one image, so here is my futile attempt at a northern lights panorama over Beach Lake, Alaska.
~ Henry David Thoreau
I saw this out of my window as I was about to cook the dinner and had to get out quick with my camera. I've been waiting for a rainbow to come along for ages and I got a double one. I really wish I had a wide angle lens though. My attempts to splice several shots to get the whole thing in one were futile but I rather like this anyway.
Kintai bridge, Iwakuni, Japan.
The Kintai-kyo Bridge has been Iwakuni's most distinguished landmark and a subject of admiration for hundreds of years. Completely made of wood and without the use of any nails, the bridge makes five bold arches onto massive stone pillars as it crosses over the Nishiki River.
Plans for the Kintai-kyo were first drawn up when strong currents had once again destroyed a bridge crossing the Nishiki River. A more durable bridge was commissioned by Kikkawa Hiroyoshi, the third feudal lord of Iwakuni, whose statue stands at the entrance to Kikko Park. After the bridge was completed in 1673, it kept standing until 1950, when Iwakuni was struck by a violent typhoon.
With the country still exhausted from the war, the maintenance of historical and cultural properties suffered neglect. For this reason, the bridge that had stood for almost 400 years, collapsed as desperate townspeople looked on and futilely tried to divert the ferocious current. Shortly thereafter, determined residents began constructing a precise reconstruction of their cherished bridge. It was completed in 1953.
Recently, Kintai-kyo has undergone the first renovations since it was rebuilt. Completed in March 2004, the renovation works were extensive and cost over two billion yen.
(text from japan-guide.com)
One from this mornings climb up Chrulaiste in the snow.
As some of you will know I've been wanting a shot from here with a blanket covering of snow since before last winter. It was always a winter shot in my mind since that first climb on a stormy windy October's afternoon in 2013.
Last winter was a wash out with next to no snow accumulations down low, tons up high but nothing in the glen floor below.
It's only now I've had the opportunity to take the shot what with other commitments in last couple of weeks making it difficult to be in the glen at the same time as the snow (and the glen has had plenty of that this year) and clear skies. Never seen the glen in such great condition for winter shots after a fair few ascents up this bloody mountain.
Set off early (getting quite good at going up in the dark now, only lost my way twice this time...lol) leaving plenty of spare time to get through the deep snow. Like last Wednesday it was waist deep in places, I really found it hard going in some parts. Other sections had a layer of hard wind packed snow which was a joy to cross but finding these in the dark was futile so just roughed it up the front as usual.
Mark Littlejohn and Billy Currie were up there two or three weeks ago in similar conditions and both took stunning pictures. If you haven't seen them then you must go for a look.
What impressed and struck me most about their shots was the use of the large 'S' bend in the road as a compositional element. In previous climbs up there the road had never struck me as much as it did then but I'd never been up there with this much snow. Long before sunrise the darkness began to rapidly fade which revealed the black road contrasting against the white snow, it just screams 'use me'. I can see why they were struck by it too.
It's slightly ironic that if ever up there with no snow the road is a distraction and something I've always wanted to exclude from previous pictures. It doesn't sit well against the natural colours of the landscape, in the snow it's positively something you want to use.
A shot I've really enjoyed getting but jeez it was cold, -12 when I left the car, no idea what it was up top but a damn sight colder. Fine on the climb up, almost broke in to a sweat but hanging about on the top tested me to the limit. After walking up here in deep snow I have the utmost respect for winter climbers, I have no idea how you do it.
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Have camera; will photograph misty waterfall!
We can't resist it. Resistance is futile as the Borg used to say on Star Trek.
Edam
The most obvious association with the name 'Edam' is 'cheese'. For centuries the well-known round Edam cheeses have been sent from this litte town to all corners of the world.
The cheese market, once again restored to its place of honor, is enacted weekly during the summer months. And nearby cheese warehouses keep alive the memory of a colourful post. There are also the cheese farms in the area of Edam en Volendam. However, Edam is more than cheese.
Edam is a city with a rich history. It began in the 12th century, when farmers and fishermen settled along the little Ye river. With that 'Yedam' was a fact.
This primitive settlement developed into an increasingly prosperous town well into the 17th century. Shipbuilding played an important role in this growth.
Once Edam had a great number of ship yards building many famous ships. A good example is the 'Halve Maan' (Half Moon), the ship that the Englishman Henry Hudson sailed in 1609 when attempting to discover a northern route to the East Indies.
A futile attempt in fact, because he stranded on the island of Manhattan! Beside shipbuilding, commerce was a major contributor to the thriving development of Edam.
Together with Amsterdam, Hoorn and Enkhuizen, Edam was one of the most important commercial towns in Holland.
Today Edam is a town with authentic 17th century architecture, convincing proof of its rich past. When walking along the old streets and quiet canals, one can easily imagine how it must have been in a Dutch town centuries ago.
Edam
The most obvious association with the name 'Edam' is 'cheese'. For centuries the well-known round Edam cheeses have been sent from this litte town to all corners of the world.
The cheese market, once again restored to its place of honor, is enacted weekly during the summer months. And nearby cheese warehouses keep alive the memory of a colourful post. There are also the cheese farms in the area of Edam en Volendam. However, Edam is more than cheese.
Edam is a city with a rich history. It began in the 12th century, when farmers and fishermen settled along the little Ye river. With that 'Yedam' was a fact.
This primitive settlement developed into an increasingly prosperous town well into the 17th century. Shipbuilding played an important role in this growth.
Once Edam had a great number of ship yards building many famous ships. A good example is the 'Halve Maan' (Half Moon), the ship that the Englishman Henry Hudson sailed in 1609 when attempting to discover a northern route to the East Indies.
A futile attempt in fact, because he stranded on the island of Manhattan! Beside shipbuilding, commerce was a major contributor to the thriving development of Edam.
Together with Amsterdam, Hoorn and Enkhuizen, Edam was one of the most important commercial towns in Holland.
Today Edam is a town with authentic 17th century architecture, convincing proof of its rich past. When walking along the old streets and quiet canals, one can easily imagine how it must have been in a Dutch town centuries ago.
Edam
The most obvious association with the name 'Edam' is 'cheese'. For centuries the well-known round Edam cheeses have been sent from this litte town to all corners of the world.
The cheese market, once again restored to its place of honor, is enacted weekly during the summer months. And nearby cheese warehouses keep alive the memory of a colourful post. There are also the cheese farms in the area of Edam en Volendam. However, Edam is more than cheese.
Edam is a city with a rich history. It began in the 12th century, when farmers and fishermen settled along the little Ye river. With that 'Yedam' was a fact.
This primitive settlement developed into an increasingly prosperous town well into the 17th century. Shipbuilding played an important role in this growth.
Once Edam had a great number of ship yards building many famous ships. A good example is the 'Halve Maan' (Half Moon), the ship that the Englishman Henry Hudson sailed in 1609 when attempting to discover a northern route to the East Indies.
A futile attempt in fact, because he stranded on the island of Manhattan! Beside shipbuilding, commerce was a major contributor to the thriving development of Edam.
Together with Amsterdam, Hoorn and Enkhuizen, Edam was one of the most important commercial towns in Holland.
Today Edam is a town with authentic 17th century architecture, convincing proof of its rich past. When walking along the old streets and quiet canals, one can easily imagine how it must have been in a Dutch town centuries ago.
St Patrick's, Pennyburn, generally known as Pennyburn Chapel, part of the RC Diocese of Derry and about a mile north of Guildhall Square. Not of any particular architectural merit that I know of but the jaunty "copper biretta"-topped tower caught my eye as I drove back into the centre of Derry from a futile expedition to find the perfect spot to photograph the River Foyle meandering through the city.
The foundation stone was laid by the Most Rev'd Bernard O'Kane DD, Bishop of Derry, on 25 February 1932. The architect was Edward J Toye, designer of many civil and ecclesiastical buildings in the city, and the builder was FG O'Hare.
Before I even began contemplating being a vegetarian, I remember as a child looking at the struggling lobsters and other trapped fish in these holding cells at markets and restaurants and I remember feeling so sad and identifying with these writhing beings, struggling in anguish at this point of their futile existence. And I remember thinking….is this life? And we are just supposed to eat them? I found out much later when I was in my 20s that I was allergic to most seafood, not that it mattered. I think I might also be little allergic to suffering. It seems to impact me in a different way than other people. It’s hard for me to breathe just thinking about all of the pain world wide.
So, I see this little girl clutching her stuffed animal with this look of shock, revelation, and revulsion on her face and, though this is far from a perfect photograph in many ways, I can so relate to that look.
When I was seven or eight, I also visited Red Lobster for the first time in my life. My mom, a seafood fanatic at the time (she’s now a vegetarian), really felt like if I just tried it, I would like it. But, I saw that lobster and locked myself in the bathroom, having the first panic attack of my life. That existential dread was going nowhere and I refused to come out until she promised to take me home. I rarely ever “got my way” when I was a child but my mom figured out pretty quickly that she didn’t want to visit me several years later as a seriously malnourished 30 year old, eating only crumbs of biscuits other restroom goers were willing to feed me every now and then.
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A very different type of war memorial, this is a sculpture of four German soldiers watching over the German cemetery at Langemarck, in the Ypres salient in Belgium. I think this memorial shows that nobody can win a war, especially one that was as bloody and futile as the so-called "Great War". There is nothing victorious or honorable about this.
More infos here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Langemark_German_war_cemetery
Weitere Infos hier: de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deutscher_Soldatenfriedhof_Langemarck
Explored #24 and FP :)
"And if I am thrown into the darkest dungeon,
all this would be futile work,
because my thoughts tear all gates
and walls apart. Thoughts are free!"
from an old german song, called "Die Gedanken sind frei"
Model: my dear friend Rodolphe Boulanger.
Original photo made in Paris, 2014 and a photo of me in Sardinia, 2012.
This photo of White-tailed Kite was taken in Colma, CA on my second to last birding/photo outing. Two days ago, on my last photo outing, my camera was stolen. As friend and I were leaving Golden Gate Park, I put my camera and monopod in the back seat and sat behind the wheel as he got his backpack out of the trunk. As soon as Rob sat in the passenger seat a car pulled up beside us, a fellow jumped out, smashed the rear window, grabbed the camera with attached monopod from the back seat, hopped into the car and sped away. The whole incident took about ten to fifteen seconds. Gone is my trusty Canon 7D2 and workhorse lens. And sadly, gone is the photo I took of the Hermit Thrush looking over his shoulder. I am sure it was a keeper.
So, this means many fewer posts from me. As I figure what the next steps are I will use this down time to try to gain more mastery in photo editing. Because I am a photo posting whore there will likely be posts of some things that did not make the original cut and some re-edits.
The camera and lens will be replaced but with what? Upgrading my equipment seems futile as one cannot help but feel that if you bird/photograph in San Francisco it will happen again and the more expensive the gear the more unlikely I will be to go out and use it. Being an old geezer carrying a large camera and lens presents a good target to thieves.
Please be careful out there. Be vigilant. But stay safe. –Bob-
One: Denial
Two: Anger
Three: Bargain
Four: Depression
Five: Acceptance
In happier times, Emma and Nigel often talked about the afterlife. “One gets to live after dying”, Nigel used to say, “as long as the living remember them.” Weaved in her remembrance deeper than anyone else, Emma now finds Nigel everywhere... in her empty bed, in his cluttered music room, in the garden he nurtured, and in all of spring, which he was so fond of. Spring was their favorite season; but now, it reminds her of his parting words in the hospital, “Let’s pretend, I will return in spring…”. Oh, how she wishes, he did! That, or the damn spring never came again!
But spring is here now. To celebrate Emma’s vaccination, her daughters and their families have gathered in her garden for a family reunion. Emma tried to remain upbeat, but every now and then, the voices in her head shrieked awkwardly. Why did Nigel have to go alone? Why was she spared? In the past year, these voices have found no answers, but only reverberations in her head. In a book she read, they said, the final stage of grieving is to find meaning of the loss. Trying to find meaning in her loss has been futile. Perhaps, such eviscerating losses don’t have meaning; they themselves are the meaning. The void after the storm, no matter how painful, creates the opportunity for calm waters to fill it, letting the rivulet of life to flow on.
“Grandma! Grandma!”
Voices in Emma’s head were suddenly drowned by the sweet ruckus that came running towards her from nowhere. It was Shaun, her seven-year old grandson.
“Listen, grandma, listen!”, Shaun lifted the Ukulele up to his chest and played a familiar tune. This was Nigel’s Ukulele and strumming it with childish punctuation, Shaun played one of Nigel’s own compositions, which he had flirtatiously named, ‘Emma’. The music percolated its namesake.
“Where did you learn to play that?”, Emma wondered with a twinkle in her voice. Shaun replied zestfully, “Grandpa taught me when he came to our place last year! He said, this was his best song and he wanted me to have it!”
“O my!”, Emma pulled Shaun close and hugged him tight. Shaun hugged her back. In her eyes, like a newborn, joy glistened with fluids of its painful passage. Hugging Shaun after a year of exile warmed her heart; his music ruptured it. She never thought that she would let Nigel inundate her with “Emma” again. But somehow, in that moment, the springtime all around her felt perceptibly beautiful. So did Nigel.
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
~John Keats (Bright Star)
I took this during our visit to my home town of Coventry. This is along Bayley Lane where you have the old Coventry Cathedral on the left and St Mary's Guildhall on the right. The Guildhall was built between 1340 and 1342 and much altered and extended in 1460.
St Michael's Cathedral was also built in 14th Century but was sadly destroyed during the Moonlight Sonata bombing raids on 14 November 1940. Only the tower, spire, the outer wall and the bronze effigy and tomb of its first bishop now remain. Shortly after the destruction, the cathedral stonemason noticed that two of the charred medieval roof timbers had fallen in the shape of a cross. He set them up in the ruins where they were later placed on an altar of rubble with the moving words ‘Father Forgive’ inscribed on the Sanctuary wall. (you can see this in the photo below in the comments). There are still services held there today
Looking around the ruins it brings it home just how futile war is and that even after all the death and destruction wars bring, we seem to learn nothing
“Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!
Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!”
Emily Dickinson
where once fruitful soil
and profound sky and earth's thrum
now but futile shards
and frail grasp of meager cleft
through merciless time
Solastalgia: “ …a form of emotional or existential distress caused by environmental change.”
*in explore
“Happiness, I do not know where to turn to discover you on earth, in the air or the sky; yet I know you exist and are no futile dream.”
- Rosalia de Castro
Will be published in the Spring 2009 Issue of Life Images Magazine
Photo By: Bounce Greggan
📍Location: Drone Haven
Sim Build: Myrdin Sommer
Sim Concept and Story Creators: Cate Infinity, Myrdin Sommer, Dia G
Robot Creators: Poppy Morris, Myrdin Sommer, Balaclava
Sound Engineers: Christo Winslet, Poppy Morris, Myrdin Sommer, Dia G.
Produced and Written By: Cate Infinity of The Refuge Productions
Backstory: Drone Haven stands as a somber monument to humanity’s fleeting reign, a forsaken city overtaken by the relentless march of nature. Towering, rusted skyscrapers—once symbols of progress—now crumble into the earth, their skeletal frames bound in a suffocating embrace of vines and moss. Faded posters and the echoes of forgotten graffiti serve as grim premonitions: “The End is Near!” On the fringes, a last-ditch survivalist camp briefly defied extinction. Dreamers, with fragile hope, planted gardens and built shelters in a futile act of defiance. But disease, depletion, and discord swiftly snatched away their fleeting defiance, leaving only silence and creeping green. At the city's heart, the butcher shop—a relic of human industry—stands decayed and broken. Its walls, softened by moss and pierced by vines, speak of a once-vibrant world now swallowed by time. The eerie message lingers: “The End is Near!” A grim echo of human ambition, now lost in nature’s quiet dominion. Among the ruins, drones—mechanical phantoms—still wander, remnants of their creators' ambition. They dutifully plant life during the Echocycle, maintaining the city as both a testament to human legacy and nature's quiet triumph. But even these tireless machines, bound by the limits of their energy, will one day cease. The paradox is clear: humanity’s imprint, though indelible, is as ephemeral as the machines it birthed. Drone Haven whispers a haunting truth: humankind, for all its perceived significance, is but a fleeting echo against the eternal backdrop of nature’s vast, unyielding cycles. In the city’s rust and bloom, it mourns the inevitable collapse, the fragility of life, and the inescapable reality that all things—natural or artificial—are bound to fade into silence. - Cate Infinity
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Built to be lonely
to love the absent.
Find me
Free me
from this
corrosive doubt
futile despair
horror in repose.
I can fill my space
fill my time
but nothing can fill this void in my heart.
Sarah Kane
Dave, Big Nick and I laboured through soft snow and poor visibility onto the summit of Moel yr Hydd and hunkered behind the biggest rock we could find in a futile attempt to escape the wind which, if we had been incapacitated, would have seen us off this mortal coil in short order!
At the point where we could stand the cold no longer the clouds parted here and there, revealing glimpses of mountains which we had to capture with our cameras...the seldom visited Foel Ddu being one of them.
A positive aspect of winter for anyone in this part of the world with a garden to care for is a break from the futile battle with the attempts of probably one of natures most indomitable species to take over every available space. They can be a pain but their reproductive efficiency is undoubted and they're really quite beautiful close-up; I have a begrudging respect for them!
SOOC.
Driverless cars are the future. Google has one or is trying to make it work.
Friday around 18.30 I was on my way to my weekly badminton play and took this HDR photo when on the Essiengeleden road and we did around 80km/h. At this speed doing HDR is of course futile and the results would be weird I knew :-)
The driver in the car sort of got lost and I got two moons :-)
Rolling towards the junction into West Burton Power Station 66546 heads 6Z40 from Immingham Import Terminal loaded with coal in an attempt to keep the home lights burning this winter.
The water feature at the Museum of the American Indian has been flowing great lately. I know they worked on this fountain recently like they routinely have to do on the numerous fountains and water features in DC (of which there are many). As of this morning, 3 fountains that I visited around the National Mall were not running. Some water features seem permanently derelict, most notably the enormous Columbus fountain outside Union Station, dry for a decade and futilely awaiting a $10 million overhaul. That one was built in 1912 with the waterworks buried within the sculpture; getting to the pipes will take not just plumbers but art conservators.
Single exposure RAW. I did some light painting of the foreground in this image. I had a headlamp with me in my bag and covered the 3 lamp lenses with a white microfiber lens cloth. It provided very soft illumination and seemed to highlight the flowing water with just the right amount of light. Processed in Photoshop and finished with NIK plugins. Thanks for looking!