Dirt: The filthy reality of everyday life
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"if you know whats good"
baby don't you mind if I do, excatly what you like time two
so put your filthy hands all over me And no, this ain't the cleaaaaan version.
Back in July of 2020 JJL and I made a to photographed the Belpre Industrial Park Railway with reporting marks of BIP. With 0500 not having to work the carbon we didn't find the good light until north of Marietta. Wasn't happy about the lower light being burnt out or the jury rigged antenna on the fireman's side. Haven't been back but understand the power is now filthy, what a shame if that's true or if they have had nose emblems appied.
To keep your character intact you cannot stoop to filthy acts. It makes it easier to stoop the next time.
- Katharine Hepburn
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Southern Pacific SD40R in filthy SPSF merger "Kodachrome" paint decends the west slope of Donner Pass at MP 179 at Cisco, CA with a westbound on June 16, 1987.
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The crew of a northbound Michigan Northern freight with a pair of filthy former C&NW RS3's has stopped north of Cadillac, Michigan to check on the cause of an emergency brake application. The high sun and backlighting of this run made the decision easy to carry on northward without the train, leaving my crisp clean extra flags for the next person - June 1978
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Inspired by my homie Rudi Zygadlo
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Pour Loïc.
and special shout to Epok!
bigger wall soon.
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Leading a short southbound piggyback is a single road grime filthy N&W SD35 crossing the Big Four and the Erie Lackawanna at Marion,Ohiothe afternoon of July 7, 1973.
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― Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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I sometimes equate wealth to a richness of life experience. I see huge rewards in things that often don't translate into dollars, yet enrich me nonetheless. Bicycling up a lonely country lane the other evening brought me into a direct vector with such a moment. For a few fleeting moments, rays of sunlight broke free from the clouds setting up a wonderful shadow pattern of the tall grass across my path. Not just a static shadow. Rather one that undulated in response to the wind blowing through the grass, creating a rippling, wavelike effect. The entire scene was alive with motion yet with the ethereal quality of still-life. I absolutely love effects like this created by late evening sun. I often just stop to watch the slow but steady transition from light into darkness. The light is ever changing, especially if sun light is intermittently obscured by broken clouds as it was this night. Dazzling light, alternating with dynamic shadows and light rays, and no idea what's coming next. Here the sunburst effect at the top of the frame radiates down into the scene to visually unify sky and earth. The epitome of a rural summer evening conveyed in an almost mystical fashion that flared up then vanished within minutes. Wealth beyond dollars.
One man's trash is another man's treasure. That old chestnut often bears relevance in my life. The usual manifestation is me pulling to the side of the road to retrieve a leaf blower or some such power tool that someone else has consigned to the trash. I bring it home, fix it up and am good to go, often for years without having to purchase (or find) a replacement. And so it goes with photography. I'm attracted to places that others consider nuisances. This is not learned behavior. It's just the way I was born. It's always been this way so must be genetic. Weird how the gene pool works...not just a love of abandoned places, but the gift of an artistic streak to be able to portray these places in a way that captures the visual that attracts me in the first place. For me it's not simply that a place is abandoned but how that abandonment makes me feel. I tend to view places like this in the context of what once was. It forms a weird overlay between what's in front of me and the days when people actually lived here. And foremost in my vision is showing some sort of juxtaposition of the two worlds. The change of season brought me back to this place. To me autumn marks the end phase of the year, literally the death of summer. A fitting time to visit a place that is also, figuratively, quite dead. I timed my visit to the foliage. Rich autumn hues, but not at their peak. My favorite time is just past peak color when the trees are starting to look bare. I love the look and feel of seeing the grass concealed by a carpet of fallen leaves. And not just fallen but still rich in color and tone. Still supple and not yet withered and dry. All of this color transformed the old house into a scene of beauty. And as I stood here, the sun suddenly emerged from thick cloud cover, quite literally as I was assessing the scene through my viewfinder. In that instant an already beautiful scene became electric as the sunlight brought intense vibrance to the leaves and bounced light into the shadowy areas of the house. Once again I had that sense of uncanny timing to be here at the perfect place and time to pull a proverbial piece of treasure from the trash.
Waltrop, Germany, 2020.
In addition to being a photo from my recent trip to the Henrichenburg Ship Lift, this image is also a foretaste of an upcoming series of abstract macro photographs I intend to share in the not too distant future.
Check out more images from this location in my latest blog post.
Enjoy!
Here we have a couple of shots of a rather soggy Stonechat. These are somewhat larger files than usual because I was able to get closer to the bird. I was in the garage trying to tidy the mess that I seem to have a gift for creating. I had my camera beside me in the off chance that an opportunity would present itself. In the event, this bird appeared and made several forays into the undergrowth, each time returning to the same post. Although the garage window was filthy, I still managed to get a good number of sharp images.
Waltrop, Germany, 2020.
In addition to being a photo from my recent trip to the Henrichenburg Ship Lift, this image is also a foretaste of an upcoming series of abstract macro photographs I intend to share in the not too distant future.
Check out more images from this location in my latest blog post.
Enjoy!