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Less than an hour late, VIA Rail's tri-weekly Vancouver – Toronto transcontinental train is leaving Jasper on a cloudy August evening.
Less than a week before the winter solstice and even though it's only just past lunchtime the shadows are already beginning to encroach on the trackside.
Running some 2 hours late 59101 Village of Whatley is seen at Wolfhall heading 6Z16, the 10:18 Whatley - Appleford
5 euro cent coin, which shows an altar from Malta's prehistoric temples. I've uploaded to my photostream a picture of the real thing, which is much more than an inch.
8:54 am CET -> Buelna 12 mm
Focal length: 12 mm
Aperture: f/22
Exposure: 30 sec
ISO Speed: 80
LEE ProGlas ND 0.6 Standard + LEE ND 0.6 Grad Hard
Manfrotto 190CXPRO4 + 460MG
FLUIDR I flickriver I Flickr Hive Mind I Getty Images I 500px
Minimal Project
Fotocamera Canon EOS 450D
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Lente 55 mm
ISO 400
Lightromm 3.0
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-Il rosso è uno dei colori dello spettro percepibile dall'occhio umano. Ha la frequenza minore e, conseguentemente, la lunghezza d'onda più lunga di tutti gli altri colori visibili (tra 630 e 760 nanometri).
-Frequenze ancora minori ricadono nell'infrarosso.
-La parola rosso deriva dal latino rŭssum corradicale di rŭbeum.
-Il rosso è il colore più stimolante e coinvolgente di tutto lo spettro. Esprime slancio, velocità, potere e gioia, ma anche pericolo e passione. È un colore eccitante perché stimola il sistema nervoso centrale, aumentando il battito cardiaco e la pressione.
Lesser Purple Emperor
Kleiner Schillerfalter
They loves the dog poop
Die Männchen lieben Hundekacke,
sie ziehen daraus lebenswichtige Mineralien
Slide to the left for the rest of story
A gauche pour la suite de l'histoire
"86 degrees F" is out of the "13 stories in black and white (mostly in black)" photo-book.
"30°" est extraite du livre photo "13 histoires en noir et blanc (surtout en noir)".
~ Robert Frost
120/365
Sorry I've been MIA...it's always hard starting a new assignment. There is so much to learn and never enough time. I haven't lifted a camera in two weeks...but I will try for a photo shoot this weekend :).
I'm trying some different styles of photo processing and this one is inspired by one of my favorite photogrophers, Shana. Check our her stream...it's fantastic!
When I got up this morning, the smoke looked like this to the east. It's not that the worst is over, far from it. The worst is not over. But the winds have died down, which kept the smoke from being pushed towards the southwest and into Glendale. For this morning, the smoke drifted to the south. Once could still smell the smoke in the air, and during most of the morning ashes would float down like snowflakes. That ended by the afternoon.
As long as the Troy Burger restaurant remains open I am optimistic about the fate of Glendale.
From Cornell -
Winter and immature Golden-crowned Sparrows are duller, with brown replacing black on the head and less obvious yellow on the crown
the-pier.co.uk/bournemouth-pier
Bournemouth Pier is a truly splendid pier, with its fairly unique and charismatic façade. A real treasure on the Dorset coast, she is a very well loved and quite genteel attraction, situated in the heart of Bournemouth, with all its sandy beaches.
Yet this wonderful and grand pier actually came from very humble origins. The very first pier in Bournemouth was a simple jetty that was finished in 1856. Yet a mere 6 years later the jetty was replaced, with a longer pier, of wooden construction. Due to infestation by teredo worm, cast iron piles were installed in 1866 to replace the wooden ones. But the structure of the pier was simply not sound and in 1866, the landing stage was blown away, literally overnight, in a gale.
The remainder of the pier was replaced and in use until 1876, when a storm demolished even more of it, rendering it too short to accommodate steamboat traffic. Eventually a new and more fit for purpose pier was erected in 1880, following a series of ‘temporary’ arrangements. This was specifically designed to be more durable than the other piers had been. To make this happen, Eugene Birch, who had designed amongst other things the West Pier at Brighton.
Whilst not as long as many piers of that era, the pier was a decent 255 metres (838 feet or so) in length. Two extensions were built later, which took her up to around 305 metres (just over 1,000 feet).
Bournemouth Pier did have some quite good facilities, which gradually grew over time and soon she was home to a bandstand with concerts given by military bands on a regular basis.
Closed, like so many other piers during the war, she was then to re-open in 1946, having undergone some substantial repair work. Part of the pier had been demolished or had fallen into disrepair during the war as all efforts were directed to the war effort.
In 1950, she was treated to a refurbishment and survived well, until in 1976, it was discovered that she had suffered quite extensive corrosion and as a result, a major restoration programme began in 1979, to demolish most of the remaining building and replace it with more modern and up to date facilities, which were to be built on solid foundations, that would resist corrosion. The corrosion was surprising, given that Eugene Birch had designed it, however, the disrepair experienced during the war may have allowed the corrosion to take hold.
And so the modern, updated pier that is still in use today came into being!
Bournemouth Pier is home to a fantastic pier theatre, which plays host to some traditional seaside resort entertainment, comedians, magicians and singers all perform on a regular basis, with shows run several times a week. Some of these are reminiscence shows, whilst others feature old classics such as Chas and Dave or Marty Wilde.
What’s On – Bournemouth Pier Theatre
The pier itself is also home to a good restaurant, Key West, which is a licensed bar and restaurant which welcomes children and offers a more healthy and gourmet type of menu than in traditional seaside resorts, with menus featuring game pie and beef with locally produced blue cheese.
Prices are also quite reasonable.
Children can have hours of fun at the Children’s Funfair and there are some very up to date games to be played in the arcade. You can even try your hand at jet skiing without even getting your feet wet.
Similar to Eastbourne, Bournemouth is not home to a wild theme park or any large fairground, which makes it just that little bit different from so many of its contemporaries. It is just that little bit less dramatic and is almost a throwback to another time.
The theatre and the classical design of Bournemouth give it a sense of gentle decorum and although it has the arcade and the usual opportunities to partake of fish and chips or ice cream, it is also a rather sedate pier, when set aside many others.
When at the pier, in season, you could take a ride on the fabulous Dorset Belle and have a trip around the bay. Nature lovers will love this, because not only do you get to see the pier and Bournemouth from the water, but also there are some really good opportunities to see different kinds of birds and perhaps even some kind of form of marine life? It is a trip not to be missed and steam enthusiasts will be delighted by the fact that the Dorset Belle is a paddle steamer.
Many people hold Bournemouth and Bournemouth Pier very close to their hearts. There is even a website dedicated to sharing memories of the pier, so that in some way there can be a recognition of the role that this pier has played in so many people’s lives.
Similar to Eastbourne, Bournemouth is more refined and perhaps just that little bit more refined than many seaside piers and this makes it just that little bit more special. Some people put this down to the fact that she has a theatre at the end of the pier and that this livens it up in a way that simply can’t happen in other piers.
Who knows if this is the case, but it is a great place to visit and somehow there always seems a little bit of nostalgia associated with Bournemouth. There is something very special about a slow walk down the pier, looking out towards the sea and the great expanse of water. At night somehow the pier takes on a life of her own and seems quite resplendent in her glory.
Open all year round, but with only limited shows in the theatre out of season, Bournemouth offers a tremendous day out for all the family and really shouldn’t be missed.
If you do want brash and loud then Bournemouth is not the place to come, but if you simply like the idea of quite a gentle and quite traditional pier, without the shrieks from the fairground, then Bournemouth Pier is sure to delight.
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Made with black stickers only.
A funny project I made recently. I wanted to title it "Chaos"
or "Big Bang" but finally chose "Less is More".
You can view a detail and the work in progress at this link!.
Model: ZhuZhu
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Less than two weeks after being released from rebuilding, GP28P 1594 leads a B30-7A and SD40-2 south on the Hinckley Sub with train 836 (Superior-Northtown). This unit was rebuilt from BN GP9 1747 (NP 309).
Since my previous outing in Hawrelak Park was so productive, I decided to give it rerun honors and was not disappointed because I came across two more duck species I had not encountered before. After much ado, I believe this to be a Lesser Scaup male, simply because the highest point of the head seems to be at the rear of the head (reverse true for the Greater Scaup) and because we see purple iridescence on the head which we would not (according to my sources birding.about.com/od/identifyingbirds/a/scaupidentificati...) on the Greater Scaup. Nothing in life ever is easy and one of the markings, the black nail at the front of the bill extends beyond the nail which is a sign for a Greater Scaup. However, since this was seen in a fairly small pond and not in coastal waters, that also points to the Lesser Scaup. But, really, I’ll let the experts make the final call on this and may end up revising the title and the byline. Some people find it exciting to research and find out what actually it is you got a picture of; I’d much rather take a picture and know what it is (gives you way more time for concentrated beer consumption). Regardless, I was happy to be able to run across him and he seems to have a bit of a dreamy expression, possibly caused by the female being in the area and he’s wondering perhaps perhaps perhaps.
With the sun less than 15 minutes from sinking beyond the distant front range of the rocky mountains a KYLE train works westward nearing Kanorado Kansas on the former Rock Island.
Came up with this variant when I wanted to extend the one in black/white and realized it didn't work. The distance changed - to the better. Now I can fit 1x1 bricks and two cheese slopes and the stress is almost gone.
The technique is implemented in this MOC: www.flickr.com/photos/eiffelben/6197444089/in/set-7215762...
Nikon F3 | 35/2 | ISO200
Kodiang
I took my chrome OM2 for a roll and fresh air as in my recent uploads. I do feel that chrome body is too pretty and less romantic in some sense. The brassings at the edges of my black OM-2n has more romance in it - so are my black FE2 and F3.
Just my two cents :-)
I recently had been going through my archives looking for some other photos when I stumbled upon some previously unedited images that I had set aside to edit. So I did a few quick edits and will hopefully be presenting these images over the next several days. This is another of those photos.
On one of my few trips to the BNSF Chillicothe Sub in the final months of the famous Santa Fe-era signal bridges and cantilevers with searchlights, we happened to be exploring the line between Mazon & Ancona. We were on the way back from Ancona when we noticed an oncoming train in the east. We cut a beeline to the nearest crossing, which just happened to be a small cluster of houses south of Streator. The train turned out to be (if I remember correctly) NSIGAL, the train that comes off the Norfolk Southern Kankakee Sub on the south side of Streator. We had seen this train holding for orders or new crew earlier when we had been exploring around Streator.
Anyway, after the train passed, we noticed an odd little gravel drive that went through a cluster of trees next to the tracks. What we could not see from the road we would soon discover. Inside the trees we discovered this abandoned building. At first glance, we thought it was an abandoned farm building of some sort, you could see old hay through the collapsing walls.
But the more I looked at it, the more I thought it might be an old long-forgotten depot. This building's proximity to the railroad tracks seemed too suspicious to me, and the windows and door seen in the image did not seem like they belonged were original features, while the dual sliding doors also seen in this image clearly were not (and may have done more to compromise the stability of this building than anything else). The only way for us to know for sure was to find the tell-tale feature of almost every railroad depot, the bay window that the station agents used for seeing oncoming trains.
I should add, it had been raining all day this day, a very hard and steady rain that will soak you to the bone in minutes, and only with proper rain gear is it tolerable. Also, the grass here was knee-high and covered in poison ivy. Even though it meant soaked pants, socks, & shoes, and potentially getting poison ivy, we walked around to the trackside of the building. And just as I had predicted, there it was, the bay window! Granted, it was worse for wear, but still plain as day. So not only was this building a depot, we soon discovered that it was not listed in my friends listings of known depots!
With no idea of this place, a peek inside revealed this depot's life after retirement. Sometime after it was disused as a depot, it was converted to farm use of some sort. Either a second floor was added or the existing ceiling was lowered, with the new upper story used to store hay. This second floor had largely collapsed over time, but old rotten hay could still be seen matted to the floor like a pile of wet sheep's wool. The double doors were likely added about the same time and no doubt housed some sort of farm machinery.
Almost convinced we stumbled upon a mystery nearly lost to time, we called it quits and finally headed for home. Later that night, some research and Google Maps revealed what we had found. It turns out we were in the tiny blip of a town named Reading that sits between Streator and Ancona, and this was indeed the old Santa Fe Reading depot. It had never been moved and was indeed in its as-built location. My friend never did find it in is depot resources, and we could only speculate that its use as a farm building may have masked its life when that list of depots was compiled (I want to say his version dated from 2006 or so). About a year later, however, when we learned of DepotMaps.com, we were able to confirm our reasearch.
Sorry, I know this is long, so I'll sum up this way. We found this in October 2017. I have no idea if this thing still survives today, much less whether it's standing. But as of this writing, a look on Google satellite view shows what might be building walls or the outline of a foundation. It's just too hard to tell. And with no street views out in rural Reading, the only way to know is to drive by it.
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The Way is like an empty vessel
that yet may be drawn from
without ever needing to be filled
it is bottomless:
the very progenitor of all things....
it is like a deep pool that never dries...
When you look at it you cannot see it
it is called formless
when you listen to it you can not hear it
it is called soundless
when you try to seize it you cannot hold it
it is called subtle
no one can measure these three to their ultimate ends
therefor they are fused to one.
it is up, but it is not brightened
it is down, but it is not obscured
it stretches endlessly
and no name is to be given
it returns to nothingness
it is called formless form, shapeless shape,
it is called the intangible
you face it but you cannot see its back
Holding on to the Ancient Way...
Lao-Tzu(LAOZI) "Tao Te Ching"
The evergreen ferns were juxtaposed with deciduous trees, while the morning sun casting shadows of bare branches on the road ...
A C44ACM, rebuilt from a C44AC-CTE, leads an eastbound coal load on Bypass 2. The I-76 overpass is the bridge in the background. Ahead at Pecos, the two mid-train swing helpers will be cut out and the train will continue east in a 2x(0)x1 configuration.
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Listening to the songs from the Tender Love playlist, a follower, palioxis commented that he or she, I'm not sure, felt less alone... Truly healing power music provides. I hope my images provide similar effects as well... Have a delightful Wednesday, my dear friends!
Do you feel less alone after listening to the songs? ;-)
清爽些了嗎?
最近發現這個Youtube頻道，所列的歌單蠻療癒的，有網友說聽了他們所精選的歌曲，日子變得比較不孤單了，我也希望我的照片有類似的效用... 週三愉快，好友們~
Tender Love ❤️ - An Indie/Folk/Pop Playlist
www.youtube.com/watch?v=vynwgxoYz3E
7DWF Wednesday: macro/ close-ups
HBW