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The dark haired girl was my first Tammy. I found her and her brother in original clothing for $8 at a flea market. And it all began there.
Tammy by Ideal
El Mercado de San Miguel, ubicado en la plaza del mismo nombre, junto a la Plaza Mayor de Madrid (España), es un mercado de titularidad privada cuya característica más remarcable es que conserva su estructura original de hierro de principios del siglo XX.Tiene dos plantas y una superficie de 1200 metros cuadrados.
Localizado en el centro del Madrid histórico y con más de 10 millones de visitantes al año, el Mercado de San Miguel es el templo gastronómico de la ciudad de Madrid, la esencia contemporánea de todos los rincones de la gastronomía española. Desde el mejor jamón ibérico hasta el marisco más fresco llegado diariamente de Galicia, los arroces mediterráneos o los quesos más especiales de Castilla, Asturias o el País Vasco. Productos y vinos de primera calidad que llegan de todos los rincones de España. Inaugurado en mayo de 1916 como mercado de abastos, en mayo del 2009 pasa a convertirse en el primer mercado gastronómico. Durante 2018 el mercado experimenta un periodo de consolidación de gran parte de su contenido gastronómico.
En sus orígenes, el solar ocupado por el mercado fue el emplazamiento de la iglesia parroquial de San Miguel de los Octoes, lugar donde fue bautizado Lope de Vega. Si bien no se sabe si el edificio era el original, la parroquia ya existía a principios del siglo XIII, tal y como menciona el fuero de Madrid de 1202. Toda la zona, con el templo incluido, fue arrasada por un terrible incendio ocurrido en 1790. A pesar de ser rehabilitado, su estado siguió siendo preocupante, hasta tal punto que en el año 1804 Juan de Villanueva recomendó su demolición. La demolición se efectuó el 28 de noviembre de 1809 por orden del rey José I Bonaparte, dentro de su política de apertura de espacios en el casco urbano de Madrid. El solar se transformó en una plaza pública en la que se celebraba un mercado de productos perecederos, para lo que se disponían hileras de cajones de madera y tenderetes. El economista y en su día gobernador de Madrid, D. Pascual Madoz, en su Diccionario Geográfico-Estadístico-Histórico de España aseguraba en 1847 que el mercado callejero acogía ciento veintiocho cajones y ochenta y ocho tenderetes. (Wikipedia)
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Ok, this is a weird one. Let me set the scene:
The past few nights have been ideal for stargazing and astrophotography- no moon, no clouds, and low humidity meant the kind of stunning summer night sky we don’t often get in the Mid-Atlantic. Despite some chronic serious health problems I decided to take a risk and make the journey to Big Meadows in Shenandoah National Park.
Many other people had the same idea, including a group of about six college kids hanging out on some blankets, just out of shot to the right, I should point out that none of them were drinking and no one seemed impaired.
The image is a 30-second exposure, Nikon D700 body with a 10.5mm semi-fisheye lens. Not that the specs factor in on this. There’s a dirt fire road curving off to the left, which I was illuminating with a variable-color flashlight (a subtle orange-yellow color looked rather nice).
I lit the path by walking just outside the path on the left, shining the light in the center as seen in the shot. That’s the important bit: I was deliberately not walking on the path so I wouldn’t appear as a blur or silhouette. The previous 5 or 6 takes were nice and smooth with no artifacts or visual distractions, and I repeated the exact procedure on this take.
The kids were obviously watching me to figure out what I was doing, and at one point I overheard one of them mostly explaining the technique. The point is that they were all paying attention when things got weird.
I was about 10 seconds into this exposure and maybe 20 feet along the path when most or all of the kids freaked out. I blocked it out and finished the exposure, whereupon one of them yelled out that something had appeared directly behind me and then followed me for several seconds until I clicked off the flashlight and they lost sight of it.
It took me no more than 2-3 seconds to turn the light back on and scan the path, the surrounding fields, and the kids themselves who were a good distance away. No deer, raccoon, possum, chupathingy- not a damn thing.
They had sounded genuinely shocked and pretty upset but I confess I thought they were messing with me...
...until I got back to my camera and saw the image of whatever it was that they had seen. One of them said it looked like a little kid just appeared behind me and kind of playfully followed me. The most disturbing description was of a “smoke baby”. What the actual f***?!?
They swore that none of them followed me, and between the distances and the fact that I would have heard anything walking behind me on a crunchy-sounding dirt and rock road, I just can’t explain it away like that. I was kind of pushing someone to admit it was somehow a small animal but it was apparently and unquestionably “humanoid”.
I tried a few more identical exposures- nothing. I also deliberately tried to recreate the figure by walking on the path itself, and then a few shots with one of the kids following me like they had seen the thing do. I couldn’t come close to replicating it.
I hadn’t heard or seen anything directly and I was just stumped- as a photographer I should be able to explain this image. The kids, however, were severely freaked out. One of the girls wouldn’t talk to me or describe what she saw, I’m pretty sure she was shaking and crying (it was hard to tell in the dark). They all wanted to get the hell out of there. My battery died as we were talking so I packed up to leave but they insisted we all walk out together.
If it was one or two people I’d tell myself that somehow they were messing with me, but all 6 of them yelled out at the same moment and they were genuinely disturbed and downright scared.
All I can do is relate the sequence of events from my perspective, as well as what they told me they saw. I’m not making any claims, other than I think it’s a pretty damn good shot.
Aunque en enero ya habíamos recorrido buena parte de Andalucía fotografiando el viaje organizado por PTG Tours, un nuevo periplo con este maravilloso tren atravesando el Directo Gallego y despidiéndose de la Rampa de Pajares era algo que, por mucho que costara, no nos podíamos perder. ¡Y vaya si nos costó!. A lo largo de todo el mes de noviembre habíamos sondeado a nuestros contactos solicitando información sobre este tren, pero nadie sabía nada de nada. A pocos días de su teórica fecha de salida, nos planteamos un Plan B con el Puerto de Pajares como alternativa. No iba a ser lo mismo pero ya que habíamos cogido días libres en el trabajo, algo había que hacer. La víspera del inicio del viaje nos llegó la noticia de que el tren chárter iba a partir de Madrid tal y como se había previsto...pero unas horas después nos llegó el rumor de que podía ser cancelado en el último momento. Todas las incertidumbres se disiparon favorablemente a última hora de la tarde cuando ya estábamos cerca del hotel en el que íbamos a pasar la primera noche. Al día siguiente, nos situamos a la entrada de Medina del Campo para hacerle la primera foto pero nada más llegar nos informaron de que el tren iba acumulando un importante retraso. Cuando por fin llegó a nuestra altura, nos sorprendió su escasa velocidad y, además, el sonido que emitían las locomotoras no era muy halagüeño. En la estación medinense las locomotoras tenían que invertir la marcha y aprovechamos esa circunstancia para una segunda foto en los primeros metros de la línea Medina del Campo-Zamora. La espera se nos hizo muy angustiosa porque unos amigos que estaban fotografiando las maniobras del tren nos transmitieron que estaban pasando "cosas muy raras". Finalmente, tras acumular otro importante retraso, el tren hizo su aparición a muy buena marcha así que, tras la correspondiente foto, partimos hacia Pedralba de la Pradería con la sensación de habernos quitado un enorme peso de encima. Paradojicamente, la demora del tren nos venía muy bien porque ésta iba a ser la foto estrella de un viaje de cuatro días y a la hora teórica del paso del tren, la posición del sol no iba a ser la ideal. Nuestro amigo Lucas nos apremió para salir disparados hacia la provincia de Zamora porque preveía que Pedralba de la Pradería estaría atestada de fotógrafos e iba a ser complicado aparcar y encontrar una buena posición. Sorprendentemente, al final fuimos los únicos fotógrafos que nos acercamos hasta Pedralba (consecuencias de toda la incertidumbre que rodeo al viaje) y pudimos movernos a nuestro antojo para hacer esta foto en un punto que me encanta y del que creía haberme despedido definitivamente hace un par de años cuando fotografié uno de los últimos Alvias que circularon por la línea.
Although in January we had already traveled a good part of Andalusia photographing the trip organized by PTG Tours, a new journey with this wonderful train crossing the Directo Gallego and saying goodbye to the Rampa de Pajares was something that, no matter how much it cost, we could not miss. And boy did it cost us! Throughout the month of November we had polled our contacts requesting information about this train, but no one knew anything about it. A few days before its theoretical departure date, we consider a Plan B with the Puerto de Pajares as an alternative. It wasn't going to be the same but since we had taken days off from work, something had to be done. The day before the start of the trip we received the news that the charter train was leaving Madrid as planned... but a few hours later we received the rumor that it could be canceled at the last minute. All uncertainties dissipated favorably in the late afternoon when we were already close to the hotel where we were going to spend the first night. The next day, we stood at the entrance to Medina del Campo to take the first photo but as soon as we arrived we were informed that the train was running into a significant delay. When it finally reached us, we were surprised by its low speed and, furthermore, the sound emitted by the locomotives was not very flattering. At the Medinense station the locomotives had to reverse the direction of travel and we took advantage of that circumstance for a second photo in the first meters of the Medina del Campo-Zamora line. The wait became very distressing because some friends who were photographing the train maneuvers told us that "very strange things" were happening. Finally, after accumulating another significant delay, the train made its appearance at very good speed so, after the corresponding photo, we left for Pedralba de la Pradería with the feeling of having lifted an enormous weight off our shoulders. Paradoxically, the delay of the train was very good for us because this was going to be the star photo of a four-day trip and at the theoretical time of the train passing, the position of the sun was not going to be ideal. Our friend Lucas urged us to rush towards the province of Zamora because he anticipated that Pedralba de la Pradería would be crowded with photographers and it would be difficult to park and find a good position. Surprisingly, in the end we were the only photographers who went to Pedralba (consequences of all the uncertainty surrounding the trip) and we were able to move around as we pleased to take this photo at a point that I love and that I thought I had said goodbye definitively a couple of years ago when I photographed one of the last Alvias that circulated on the line.
His heightened spy senses discerning that Derry Daring might be upset,* Big Jim leaves the Kung Fu Studio and escorts her next door to his fashionably appointed Country Home. **
"Oh, Big Jim! I'm so furious with your... Oh, wow, this is nice. This is your home?"
"Yes, I put it next to the Kung Fu Studio. Derry, tell me what has so ups-"
"Really colorful! Wow. I wouldn't have picked you for so many potted plants. And so much pink and blue."
*ahem* "I... er... it's actually a-"
"Nice reel-to-reel! Is the TV color?"
"Yes. I play top secret tapes, and the TV is also a closed circuit. As you know, Derry, I am not only a world class athlete, and a sportsman of great renown, but also an agent of adventure, mystery, and intrigue. I also feel strongly about the Oxford comma."
"Mm-hm. What's in here?"
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Big Jim
Big Jim
1976, Mattel
Derry Daring
1975, Ideal
Barbie
Barbie's Country Home
1973, Mattel
* She was quite upset, as seen last episode, Paprihaven 1648!
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** Fashionable, indeed! It is from Mattel's 'big sister' parallel line of playsets, Barbie's Country Living Home!
Así, casi como en un día ideal, lucía Londres y concretamente su maravilloso parque de Hyde Park durante la última visita que realicé a la capital inglesa. Agua, la verde arboleda y un cielo primoroso con ese azul salpicado por el algodón de azúcar…
Fueron unos hermosos instantes de contemplación.
[...] I must uphold my ideals, for perhaps the time will come when I shall be able to carry them out [...]
-- Quote by Anne Frank (German Jewish girl Author of a diary of her family's two years in hiding during World War II, 1929-1945)
Nikon D70, Tokina 28-70 f/2.8 - 52mm - f/2.8 - 1/160s
Rome, Italy (December, 2010)
Mitzi -- Ideal's answer to Barbie. Here she is wearing my favorite Barbie outfit, escorted by clone Ken. He's marked EG / 1961.