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My Grandson Coren waiting for his first ever plane ride. He was gobsmacked. Thanks for everything. Always a pleasure!
La Dameuse manuelle sur le bitume chaud
France
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Hard to believe we can still see a trio of Bessemer Units leading trains on the former Bessemer & Lake Erie RR in 2021.
My day started out on the B&P but quickly turned to thoughts of chasing the 867 north in the fresh snow after a couple birdies said the trio might be heading to XB to grab ore empties.
I picked up the chase in Butler as the crew was just starting to pull from Calvin Yard. Seeing the high green displayed at Oneida I thought the signal bridge shot at McCandless Rd. would look good.
A lot of people including myself always shoot the southbound here but I hardly ever see anyone shoot the northbound here so I gave myself plenty of time to walk in from the grade crossing to setup.
I didn't realize it until someone posted on FB that 867 turns 50 years old this coming July.
I've stumbled on the side of twelve misty mountains,
I've walked and I've crawled on six crooked highways,
I've stepped in the middle of seven sad forests,
I've been out in front of a dozen dead oceans,
I've been ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard,
......... and it's a hard rain ... is gonna fall.
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"This thing all things devours;
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats mountain down."
- - From the Riddle Game in "The Hobbit"
Even with the fabulous scenery on show for this walk at times it was hard to take my eyes off the sky!
"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. but if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best" ~Marilyn Monroe~
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This one is "Hard at Work". Capturing the deconstruction and construction of the rosebud pier. The pier that you can see in this image is only about half the length of the pier. the rest is siting by itself out in the ocean. I was lucky enough for the excavator driver to stop out in the water, hop out of the excavator and have a chat to the guys on the pier. gave me just enough time to get this image with the machine being nice and still. gives it a bit of difference than what you would usually get. tell me what you think. I quiet like it.
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All Chris Adolf's children are hard workers on the new place. Yakima Valley, Washington. Farm of Rehabilitation Administration borrower, 1939.
Dorothea Lange, photographer, August 1939
Original picture:
Library of Congress, Washington D.C., USA
© Dorothea Lange, 1939
© Alain Girard, Restored & Colorized, 2022
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We're firmly in December's grip here in northern Ohio. The vivd colors of mid-Autumn have yielded to muted earth tones and an overall desaturation of the landscape. The effect is dramatized by bare trees and dead plant life. But the worst of it is the feeling of omnipresent darkness as the winter solstice approaches. Even the midday sun does little to brighten the mind this time of year. It hangs absurdly low in the sky, and creates more glare and shadow than it does warmth and iight. But it is overcast days when the gloom seems to settle over you like a sickness. The grayness sucks away shadow, depth and contrast. And that's when the landscape feels particularly featureless. Some days it's a real struggle to overcome the tendency seek the shelter and comfort of home. I venture out like a dark tourist to experience the depths of the season. It's one of those times when photography feels almost incidental to the seasonal melancholy. Even when the desire to take photos was the underlying motivation. Circumstances sometimes overwhelm my intentions. I'm at my best when there is some congruence between the two. The result is a tangible sense of desperation in the visuals that I capture.
St Mary's Church graveyard, Capel-le-Ferne, Kent.
It's hard enough dying at age 40 after a long and painful illness, but imagine how that would have been in 1877.
The three Gilbert boys were aged 21, 12, and 19.
From Frederick's stone:
"Here locked in peace, our darling rest beneath
An early Victim to the rage of Death
A Fathers hope a Mothers tender care
Blighted by one rude blast is buried here."
I will moan once again about the loss of resolution when uploading to Flickr. A lot of detail has been lost from these stones.
Converence Hall @Altonaer Museum (Museum of Altona's History) in Hamburg. Somehow the whole Museum is 'fallen out of the time', especially touchin gyou in the 'modern' Converence Room. Strictly in 1960th Architecture and Design, it feels like a short time travel. I finished my Visitation of the Prof. Anton Melby Special Exhibit here. And 50 Years distance made me feel much more intense shifted rather than the 100 of the targeted Special Melby Ehibition. Amazing! This Room appeared so much surreal.
If interested in the Melby Exhibit go to