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High Peak Bus Company YX65RGU 528 seen heading towards Derby Railway Station on service 114 to Ashbourne
for 7DoS: dry sand, wet sea - low PoV. I took this on Sunday but it isn't minimal. Then it rained for almost two days and I sulked. We have a sunny day forecast for Wednesday so hopefully I'll stop sulking and try and think of some shots for the rest of the week ;)
Common darter/Sympetrum striolatum/Bruinrode heidelibel (vrouwtje). (Of misschien steenrode heidelibel) The Hague, Solleveld, 7 August 2019.
A trail near Sundance Utah, taken on Fuji Pro400H Color film in a Nikon F2 Photonic
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super grid power pylons a cooling tower all silhouetted against the setting sun.
© Nigel Stewart. This image is my property and may not be reproduced or used without my prior permission
At the end of September I left my job with the Post Office. I had worked for them for 28 years and I don't miss the pressure of the job at all! For the last 18 months of my PO career I was managing Guildford Crown Office. As I met with ex-colleagues yesterday I allowed myself some extra time to capture the Christmas lights in the cobbled High Street. It's a very attractive town if you're ever down this way.
This was taken in 1992 at a friends ranch in the high prairie of Nevada (Carson Valley). I had just moved to the Sierras and this was the most beautiful colored sunset I had ever seen.
Day 189: Another chance at a self portrait and not great but it'll have to do! Plus, it was part of the challenge to do a high key image for the 365 group I belong to... so... I've done it. Yay! :o)
July 8th 2011
My beautiful new friends Lena Yel (meant “spruce”, and her account address in our native social network, vk, is fucked__up__world, on the right) and Nastya (address is just yablochk and at insta - frogytraveler, on the left) stayed at my home on those hitchhike ways, which included abandoned rural Russia. We drank rather good South African wine, smoked a lot, listened music, were out on the roof, dug the fire till 3 a. m., which was a lot on their part, considering, that they planned to get up at 9 a. m. and hitchhike further. Which they did. And I managed to get up about 20 minutes before this, just to not to look excessively spooky after that wonderful night. And we talked a lot. About this war, of course. About the government (in Russia it called “the system”, as well as Russian hippie movement, we got used to this double meaning): Nastya worked for it many times ago on the very base level and Lena studied for this working and I was, maybe, the last of the free journalist in the region (recently I saw this photo with the banner: “First they came for the journalists. What happened next, we don’t know”.) About an art and the rules and freedom and love and travelling and Russian cinema. We played music a little. There wasn’t single bored moment. I walked them to the 1st lift. Before they got it, I made some photos. This is a good one, I suppose. I miss them, but hope, that we’ll meet again.
(I've changed the name of the image and consequently removed the 1st paragraph. Maybe I'll use both later.)