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Who knew that one of the collective nouns for a group of umbrellas was phalanx? (There are more by the way.) At any rate my recent trip into a London on a rainy day yielded this group of tourists with their "phalanx of umbrellas".
I knew this concertina packaging would come in handy so glad I held on to it, but unfortunately the red wine bottle it was protecting is no longer around (for some reason) so I had to substitute it with a bottle of red grape juice instead. For Crazy Tuesday.
We already knew it would be hard to beat that DM&IR wrecker posted for last week's "Wrecker Wednesday", so how about a gray dip one that is at least nice and fresh looking? Wearing the current "Family LInes" image at the time photographed, L&N #40026 waits for the next call to duty. Given the derailment problems the L&N was having during this time period, it probably was one of the busier wreckers that I have photographed.
While I knew that I was on the Wonderland and I knew where Gertrude was parked, I didn't know that I was going the wrong way..... It wasn't an unpleasant hike, just not the one I was expecting. This gem stood out and since I didn't know what I was looking at it's all the more mysterious. It turns out that this 52 foot drop of Martha here is actually a small part of a 670 foot waterfall. NW waterfall survey says that it is impossible to see it in its entirety, but most of it can be seen from Stevens Canyon Road, no pull out so be careful.
Someday I'll post a pic of the falls themselves, but I like this one because this is how you first see it, exiting the tree line and.... hello.
Alla knew all the alternate places we needed to see. A new park has been built beside the river and we were led there through the thronging crowd. The park is quite nice in a newly landscaped kind of way, this is not a manicured park of lawns and gardens, but a wild place planted with vegetation from across the Russian landscape, none of it yet established, but all of it finding a toe hold in Moscow.
Apart from the Ice House where an arctic environment has been created, and which we did not visit, the jewel in the park is an elevated walkway that extends out over the Moscow River. Here Alla took a breather while we jostled with the crowds to take photos of the river and back to St Basil’s Cathedral and Red Square.
We were now a long way from our hotel, and faced with a long slog back to where we started. When we got near St Basil’s Cathedral Alla noticed that the barriers had been removed. She diverted us past the cathedral and into Red Square which was open and filled with people taking selfies with St Basil’s, the Kremlin and the Lenin Mausoleum as backdrops.
Between listening to Alla’s lectures on Russian history, and negotiating the heaving mass of humanity, our walk across Red Square took an eternity. What is called a square is in fact a vast rectangle with an uneven stone surface filled with trip hazards for the unwary.
The way out of the Square was through a narrow arched opening in a wall. We squeezed through and spilled into a plaza opposite our hotel. The only way to the hotel was via a pedestrian subway that led variously to the other side of the road, to a Metro station and a vast underground shopping mall with three levels of shops.
There were steps to negotiate and the crowds were fearsome; it was every man and woman for themselves.
This evening for dinner we went to the Petro Palace, a most magnificent Romanov palace where we were first shown through the building. I hadn’t expected to see such a sumptuous palace and didn’t have my camera with me. Dinner was served outside while a jazz band played some extraordinary music. We left during the interval because we’d finished eating and have a heavy program lined up for tomorrow.
Who knew Uncle Lyle's was such a hot spot? Throbbing base could be heard a block away, the only person on the street was me, but Uncle Lyle's was hopping! :-)
You never knew what might show up on CSX's daily pair of trains across Southern Ontario in the late-80's. These trains used CN's CASO Subdivision (Canada Southern) between Buffalo, New York and Detroit, Michigan.
Here, a former Louisville & Nashville U30C and Chesapeake & Ohio GP40-2 set roll east towards Buffalo on what I recall was a very hot day. I don't recall if I had a tip on this consist in those pre-internet, pre-cell phone times, but I was pretty happy about the leader.
CSXT 7204 U30C nee LN 1474
CSXT 6179 GP40-2 nee CO 4280
We're Here with Smoke / Humo on the anniversary of the fire that destroyed Vancouver in 1886. On June 13 1886, a furious fire destroyed Vancouver in less than one hour. It ignited after flames from a brush-clearing fire blew onto dry brush just west of the city. About 1,000 wooden buildings—virtually the entire city—were totally destroyed. The next day, citizens began rebuilding the city, one piece at a time.
We knew there was inclement weather coming today but went out for breakfast anyway - only to emerge from the restaurant to a vehicle covered in ice pellets. It took twenty minutes of scraping to get the windows clear enough to drive home on slippery roads - making a prudent decision to stay home and seek consolation in one of the more colorful sunsets from last August on Lake Superior's shoreline.
This photo was created with the camera hand held and using a lower f stop with higher ISO to get as much sharpness as possible. The color intensity is very much as we saw it.
I wish I knew the story of this beauty yet no owners to be found around the old barn. Looks to me a 60's but for sure a Ford. If anyone wonders why I always shoot with a fast SS it's because my hands still shake recovering from Lyme Disease. Fingers don't do what I ask of them, so carrying and fussing with a tripod is not a doable option as I drop everything. I always look for something to brace my body and arms and hold a deep breath squeezing the trigger slowly but it takes several tries to pull off my vision with many deletions. Doctors say this is a predicament for at least another year and Big If I'm lucky. A bug bite can change your life and perspective of your personal longevity in this stunning Photographic world.
Funeral train...
On Monday morning, I was driving to Tulsa from home as I usually do. I knew about this train and that it would come through Tulsa at some point in the morning, but didn't know when.
I was fortunate and received some intel from a reliable source saying the train was just west of Tulsa. At this point, it was still dark, but I went ahead and drove towards Cherokee Yard so that I could follow it.
The D-GATSTL (Light power- Galveston, TX to St Louis, MO) rounded the wye just before sunrise and then pulled into East Tulsa for a crew change. I made my way over to Tiger to setup for a shot as I knew the sun would be good at this spot.
After patiently waiting for close to an hour, the train finally showed up at Tiger. 5 Gensets and 8 Dash 8s, all standard cab except for the Warbonnet on the end. All going for scrap.
I will post roster shots of each locomotive later.
Take a look, look into my eyes
You'll see someone you don't recognize
You'll see someone who looks like me
But I'm not the me I used to be
Found I could fall, but I could get up
And after all, I could hold my head up
I made it out, I made it through
I'm someone now, I'm someone new
But you could say you knew me then
You could say you knew me when
Song, as always - here
I've been thinking a lot about my more youthful days recently. I remember being 19 years old and thinking I knew everything. But the older I get the more I feel I don't know anything.
Anyway, this photo was taken at a couple shoot I did a while back. It reminds me of the movie Gladiator.
I knew that moving from Florida, that I would miss the burrowing and barred owls ... but I also knew that Colorado would offer up its own variety of owls. I put a few of them high on my list, but probably none higher than the northern pygmy owl. See, I had never seen one before. Several times I had been looking without success. I figured that it would happen when I least expected it.
On this day, we went out in a desperate search to find one ... or perhaps a saw whet owl. No such luck. We had all but given up. As we were driving about, Amy said she saw something that was "too small" to be anything, but I had my binoculars with me, so I fugured why not stop and check it out. So glad that we did ... because we found this guy perched in the bare tree branches! Finally .... it happened and as figured, when we had all but given up for that day anyway.
I couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful and mesmerizing its eyes were. It was clearly not the least bit concerned with us. It would look around from its perch in its vicinity for prey. When it would turn its head we noticed its dots on the back of its head ... "fake eyes" if you will. Amazing!
So excited and felt very thrilled that it blessed us with its presence. :-)
So this week's blog post features this amazing owl, as well as some other birds from the winter in Colorado. Feel free to check it out if you like by clicking:
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Who knew that butterflies would still be around in the late fall? Not much to nectar on, buddy.
Lowell Township, Michigan
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You knew that since I mentioned the dam in the previous post that there would be a photo, right? Azischohos is Abenaki for "Long Tail." Azischosis Lake is a long, skinny lake, one of the few man-made lakes in Maine. Clearing began sometime prior to 1911 so that a future hydroelectric plant and dam could be built across Magalloway River Falls. Information about this plant is conflicting and sketchy, so I'll leave it at that.
In 2020, a new facility was built a short distance down the road. It recently passed inspection and was certified as safe for use subject to routine maintenance.
This view is of the back of the plant facing away from the bridge.
Off til Thursday - Heading back to Virginia
I knew these tiny metallic moths were living in the small nature sanctuary and wanted a better photo than last year. But unfortunately I couldn't find any until I started for the exit. And there he was in the dry grass :-)
Green forester moth (Adscita statices) on an old dandelion blossom.
Seen in the nature-sanctuary "Sandtrockenrasen Achim" (Dry grassland) in Achim near Bremen - Lower Saxony - Germany.
Ich wußte, dass es diese metallischen Winzlinge in dem kleinen Naturschutzgebiet gab und wollte ein besseres Foto als letztes Jahr. Aber leider konnte ich keine finden. Erst auf dem Weg zum Ausgang entdeckte ich diesen einen im trockenen Gras :-)))
Ampfer-Grünwidderchen (Adscita statices) auf vertrockneter Löwenzahnblüte.
Gesehen im Naturschutzgebiet "Sandtrockenrasen Achim" in Achim bei Bremen.
When I begun to process this exposure bracketing, I thought that I knew what I wanted to attain. I was perfectly wrong. Indeed, these RAW files kept a few secret bits of beauty which I was not aware of when I selected them for processing – and they changed the course of the journey I had foreordained.
I was in a gloomy mood, for both personal and general concerns, and the RAWs looked rather duller than the average – taken: they appeared to accurately mirror the state of my soul. At worst, I would have wasted some hours of pointless procesing work before deciding to look for something better. Nobody would have known. However things were to contradict my expectations. I got some good news (a rarity in those tough days) about the health conditions of my brother and my “adopted brother-in-law” (i.e. my brother’s brother-in-law); on the other hand, Darktable – that wonderful software – gifted me with a few unanticipated treasures. My thoughts were growing more and more positive and the processing of this bracketing were proceeding accordingly: a hidden beauty was unfolding before me, my own persisting unawareness of it notwithstanding. At last I found myself with a picture that had apparently self-processed itself*, while I was busy exploring uncharted thoughts that kept emerging along the way
* Admittedly a bizarre phenomenon, which Maurits Cornelius Escher would have loved – think of his Drawing hands.
I would avoid to nag you about this incredibly wonderful location: you can take a look at my album Silent banks, the complete collection of the photos I have taken there; the attached narratives are rich in information about the place, if you are curious enough.
This location is especially renowned for its legendary morning mists, but only a thin layer of milky mist floated above the water that morning. On top of the hill in the distance, beyond the river, lays the sanctuary of the Madonna della Rocca ( = Madonna of the Rock), already brushed by the first light pouring from the Eastern horizon.
I have obtained this picture by blending an exposure bracketing [-1.7/0/+1.7 EV] by luminosity masks in the Gimp (EXIF data, as usual, refer to the "normal exposure" shot), then, as usual, I added some final touches with Nik Color Efex Pro 4.
I tried the inverted RGB blue channel technique described by Boris Hajdukovic as a possible final contribution to the processing. While this technique (which, its imposing name notwithstanding, is pretty simple to implement) often holds interesting results in full daylight landscapes, its effects on a low-light capture (e.g. a sunrise) are utterly unpredictable, so at the end of my workflow I often give it a try to ascertain its possibilities. In this picture I have exploited this technique in a very frugal, yet effective, way – just some touches where needed.
RAW files has been processed with Darktable. Denoising with DFine 2 and the Gimp (denoised and original images blended by lightness).
Oh child angel
I knew you would come
You have always been there
Waiting for me
When I lost you
I knew you would grow wings
There was too much love inside you
For you to stay here with me
Now the light shines on me
This beautiful day
Because we are now together
My child angel and me
I knew you would find me
And finally set me free
I never forgot you
I was incomplete
With grief always hidden
Nobody could see
But now we are together
My bambino
Now we can leave
Now you are with me
*****
Just….almost unbearable…..
This image was taken in Ocklynge Cemetery in Eastbourne, East Sussex, UK, and the grave memorial of this child angel belonged to an Italian lady, who along with other members of her family had lived in this town. She had passed away when she was 75.
However although she had married it looked as though she had no children…or perhaps, as I stood there I wondered if she had lost an infant at some time, hence this memorial statue to offer peace and memory.
The feeling was so strong that this poem came to me, and I offer it here for all those mothers and fathers who have lost children, whatever age they were; they remain our children, even if they were adults.
Therefore it seems only right that Nick Cave’s “Into My Arms” accompanies this humble offering of mine, and perhaps provides comfort for any souls out there that might need it.
All my love to you, may Angel wings surround you.
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I left Lakewood, Colorado, at 1:00 PM after visiting family there and set the Saratoga, Wyoming, area as my next waypoint: a 3-3/4 hour drive. So, after a number of stops along the way, when I passed through the town more than six hours later and the sun was getting low, the sign for Saratoga Lake Campground seemed like a good omen. I knew it was indeed a good sign when right inside the entry gate I was greeted by a group of Yellow-headed Blackbirds perching and calling in the lakeside reeds.
I always knew my King has a darker side, but when i strive through his streets i can feel it.
Designed by Phoenix DaVinci
When we moved here I was shocked to see that there wasn’t any real waste management going on and that you had to hire a private contractor to come pick up your trash. Never in my life have I seen a pick up truck converted to be a garbage truck. It’s just a sight an awful sight. But at least it’s a Ford.
Who knew? Grasshoppers can fly.
In the garden waiting for hummingbirds, this grasshopper hovered and allowed me to get some shots.
Studio Garden
Lowell Township, Michigan
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Little that I knew, this mid evening would be this wonderful. The red skies just spoke for themselves and I was just observing what to shoot. Really it wasn't that hard because every look (and in any direction) to the sky was just unique and spectacular. This photo depicts the only time I directed my view down though, but only to, again, see the same red sky in this colorful reflection.
This photo is part of couple of albums of mine:
III. Sunsets album
and many more...
Number #2 and #3, mentioned above are part of 'Themed' collection of mine and number #1 is part of 'Conceptual->one-part-upload-albums' collection. Please enjoy!
Take a look at its appearance when printed and displayed behind glass: Print'n'framed photo.
As soon as he realized he had known nothing his whole life, there was no excuse, he had to leave and find his new home.
I feel totally surreal today :)
half of the background : unsplash.com/photos/16ewzUNbB9w
cracks on the road : mothvalleysage.deviantart.com/art/Cracks-PNG-440428108
man : www.shutterstock.com/image-photo/amsterdam-netherlands-ju... ( the first statue by a mysterious unknown artist in Amsterdam...)
Arrow : www.vecteezy.com/vector-art/105822-free-hand-drawn-arrows...
The rest is photoshop CC 2015
Until recently I never knew Miami had a river. There is so much water everywhere that a narrow river gets lost in all of that. But here is the Miami river, separating downtown Miami on the left, from the town of Brickell on the right.
Looking at Miami from a distance it is impossible to note that these are actually two towns because they are so close to each other.
I always knew, if ever I managed to capture some resemblance to the moon, that it would be purple...
And there it was last evening, hanging in the sky!
I realise I should have saved it for Sliders Sunday - but there you go....
I found online:
As the name suggests, the Hunter's Moon traditionally marked the time to store meat for the winter months.
В то утро мы специально встали пораньше, чтобы успеть добраться до мыса и встретить рассвет. Никто не знал как близко мы сможем подъехать на машине и сколько нам останется идти пешком. В это время года все дороги заносит приличным слоем снега, и они становятся непроходимыми для автомобилей. Согревшись в машине, я погрузился в дрему. Ямы и прочие дорожные неровности были, вероятно, слишком ничтожными, чтобы стряхнуть ее полностью. Звук закрывшейся двери разбудил меня, и выйдя из машины я оказался на морозе в дубовом лесу по колено в снегу. В свете фар было видно, что машинам было непросто сюда заехать, а также, что впереди нас ждало такое же непростое восхождение пешком. Мы поднимались в гору сквозь дубовый лес. Звук хрустящего снега сменялся звуками шелеста прошлогодних листьев, но неизменными были звуки нашего сопения и кряхтения. Когда перед нами открылся вид на мыс, ощущение реальности куда-то делось. Мне совсем не верилось, что я здесь — стою на краю мира и смотрю на бескрайнее Японское море, где с шумом и рокотом разбиваются в пену волны-громадины. В какой-то момент просто начинает кружиться голова. Творческие души путешественников не выдержали. Все побросали рюкзаки, расставили штативы и точно стайка сурикатов выстроились в одном направлении в попытках поймать идеальный кадр. Я не спешил, наслаждаясь видом и попивая горячий чай с печеньками. Нужно было решить важный вопрос: остаться здесь наверху или спуститься на берег, усеянный пятнистыми и полосатыми камнями, под стать местным представителя фауны. Но внезапно порозовевший горизонт сделал выбор за меня. Начинался рассвет и во мне пробуждалась творческая душа…
That morning we got up early on purpose to get to the cape in time to watch the sunrise. No one knew how close we could get by car and how long we would have to walk. At this time of year, all roads are covered with a decent layer of snow, and they become impassable for cars. Having warmed up in the car, I fell asleep. The potholes and other road imperfections were probably too minor to shake my slumber off completely. The sound of the door closing woke me up, and when I got out of the car I found myself in the cold, in an oak forest, knee-deep in snow. In the light of the headlights it was clear that it was not easy for cars to get here, and also that an equally difficult ascent on foot lay ahead of us. We climbed up the mountain through an oak forest. The sound of crunching snow was replaced by the sounds of rustling last year's leaves, but the sounds of our sniffing and grunting remained unchanged. When the view of the cape opened before us, the sense of reality disappeared somewhere. I couldn’t believe at all that I was here - standing on the edge of the world and looking at the endless Sea of Japan, where huge waves crashed into foam with noise and roar. At some point you just start to feel dizzy. The creative souls of the travelers could not stand it. Everyone dropped their backpacks, set up their tripods and, like a flock of meerkats, lined up in one direction, trying to catch the perfect shot. I took my time, enjoying the view and drinking hot tea with cookies. An important question had to be resolved: to stay up here or go down to the shore, strewn with spotted and striped stones, matching the local fauna. But the suddenly pink horizon made the choice for me. The dawn was beginning and the creative soul was awakening in me...
Keeping in Valley Forge I was saddened that I didn't have more time or energy to make it around and explore more, but when I saw these patches of weeks that were dying due to the change of season, I knew I had found the subject of a few images.
... Course it was winter when all this was ice.
That's a hell of a thing to do, you know.
They say the lake is as big as the ocean.
I wonder if she knew about it?
[ Yoko Ono – Walking On Thin Ice ]
Ardnamurchan never disappoints...
I'm just back from a two week trip to the peninsula on the west coast of Scotland. Lots of walking, exploring, a little bit of wild swimming and plenty of time with my favourites; the Pine Marten.
The jumping shot is an image I've had in my mind's eye for some time. I tried it last year and had some luck, but knew I could do better. I'm really chuffed with this image plus quite a few others over a few evenings trying it!
Who knew? Google knew.
The Lazuli Bunting has increased its range in Canada since the late 1960s, spreading north from the Thompson Valley into the valleys of the Cariboo-Chilcotin Plateau of central British Columbia
September 23, 2017 was a stunningly beautiful day in North Conway, New Hampshire. After shooting Conway Scenic, me and a buddy realized we could see the top of Mount Washington crystal clear (which is a super rare occurrence) and broke off our chase for the auto road. After ascending to the summit, we knew we had made the right choice, as you could see distant ranges clear off in the distance, making for perfect conditions to shoot the cog. We made the most of our day, hiking up and down getting a lot of different angles. Seen here, the M5 is almost to the summit as a hiker stops to watch the train roll by, with the distant peaks in the background. It's really rare Mt. Washington experiences such good weather, and I'm super grateful to have cool shots like this to showcase the magic of "the worst weather on earth" when it has a sunny day.
Who knew? I always thought the Bald Eagle was our national bird. Guess I was wrong.Now it's official.
Here's to our National Bird, the glorious Bald Eagle!
I didn't have a recent eagle pic that was fitting for the new title so I reached back into the archives.
Who knew that Octobers in Wisconsin still display so many beautiful flowers in the yards and gardens of its citizens?!
I spotted this large planter blooming profusely with these purple asters, and complemented by the gold-turning hosta leaves in the background. Enjoy them with me...
I knew that grass is wind pollinated, but hadn’t really taken much more notice than that really, as why should I? It’s green stuff looks pretty and it needs cutting fairly frequently if you have some in the back garden.
The trip to Llangrannog a few weeks ago has changed that though. These grasses were blowing merrily in the wind that had blown all the way from across the Atlantic, they were pretty enough I thought and merited a shot or two before moving onto the next cliff face/sky whatever I snapped next. It was not until I got home that I realised just how beautiful and intricate the pollinating mechanism is in grasses, as uploading the photos gave me this. I was stunned if honest by the beauty.
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Chasing what I knew would be my final gas train under MRL ownership, I was excited when the forecast called for full sun. However, as is typical in the Missoula area, it turned into low lying fog and rainy skies. The day before, I was thinking about how I had never shot a standard cab on this job and how neat that would be to cap it all off. The odds however, were extremely low. But, as Han Solo once said, "Never tell me the odds." First, the normal gas power was pulled out to be readied for a business car trip the next day. An LM set was used in their place, a dirty set of ACe's. Yuck, but what could I do? Then they had some bad luck while on the night gas, causing them to die online. This required Missoula to scramble and put together the only two spare engines they had, one being the 263! The weather was mostly as mentioned, but as I ran across a field the sky opened up and I got the sunny shot I had been after! There were more neat shots, but this was the only one with sun. 8 days left and I finally checked off another on my list.
Who knew that such a handsome wild bird could be tempted by a handful of bird seed?
I took far too many shots of these on my recent flying visit to the northeast, but I've whittled it down to half a dozen, hope you like 'em :-)
Who knew that this is where we would end up when we asked Google Maps for a "restaurant near me" as we hit the road on our way out of Copenhagen. Learned that Viborg is one of the oldest cities in Denmark, with Viking settlements dating back to the late 8th century. It is such a picturesque, quaint city. We ate in the outdoor cafe under the black umbrellas and the food was great. All of the al fresco spots had lap blankets to cozy up with and portable heaters as the weather warrants. It felt like something out of a fairytale with the lovely, hanging, flowered orbs scattered across the city center.
I knew there would be no colorful sunrise on this morning but I just loved how the clouds were looking. This location is popular with campers and fisherman alike. And the geese will attack you at anytime =)
Have a great weekend everyone. Another round of snow coming in - Springtime in the Rockies!!!
the infamous preying mantis
I have seen them hunting in the shadows and gently rocking in place like a leaf blowing in the wind; then bang.....like a ninja they have their victim in their mighty grasp and the party is over. but wow....check this out.....here i found one at high noon like the old western classic. his shadow was mighty like the shadow cast by the mighty kong.....his stance was tall and erector as if to say " ok all you bad guy bugs this is your high noon. come out with your hands up or die like the dogs you are!!!!!!!!"