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in less than 24 hours i will be in New York City!
i'm so excited.
this turned out nowhere NEAR my initial idea for the shot... maybe i'll redo it when i get back.
i'll see you guys on june 8th when i get back! :)
EXPLORE #469
June 3, 2009
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88002 rolls towards Carlisle Citadel with a Daventry to Mossend intermodal working on 7th October 2017.
Nightfall at St. Pete Beach, Florida.
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#284 in Explore, June 11th, 2012
Alexander Gronsky was born in 1980 in Tallinn, Estonia. He has begun to work as a photographer at the age of 18 and joined the Photographer.ru agency in 2003, the same year that he was selected as a finalist of the Joop Swart Masterclass in the Netherlands. He moved to Moscow in 2005 where he is still based. In 2008 he was a finalist in the biggest independent Russian award in contemporary art, the Kandinsky Award and in 2009 Alexander Gronsky won the Linhof Young Photographer Award.
Gronsky's photographs have been published in Ojode Pez, Art + Auction, Intelligent Life, Esquire Russia, National Geographic, Conde Nast Traveller.
Russia is always the main subject of Gronsky's photographs. By photographing the vast empty landscapes he investigates the notion of psycho - geography, the effects of the geographical environment on the emotions and behavior of individuals. Less Than One is about the remote regions where the population is less than one person per square kilometer.
You can get on a plane in one place in Russia, fly for ten hours and find yourself in the same Russia, same forest, same hills and same block building.
© Alexander Gronsky
by maanel
Pattern source: maanel's Ravelry downloads
Yarn: Mondial Superwool, 5 skeins
Needles: 4,5 mm
Lovely simple shawl. The yarn was a gift from Tea. ♥
Photo at left shows members of an Australian Vickers MG Company near Bapaume, 17 March 1917, much as Henry would have appeared during the welcome, but soon to be interrupted spring thaw. This was less than a month before the grim chill of the First Battle of Bullecourt. Both men wear leather jerkins typical for this cooler period. Many troops had also been earlier issued with Merino sheepskin vests sent from Australia. Note the soldier on the right appears to brandish a captured Luger holster at his hip.
The German photo at right was taken at an unidentified location and date, but reflects the kind of winter-like conditions both sides faced on the day of the first battle. It shows a sentry wearing heavy 'Grabenpanzer' (trench armour), which had been introduced for such static duties in 1916.
The middle two photos above show Henry and the area South-West of Quéant, France, where he was last seen alive on 11 April 1917. Supported by British tanks, the Australian (AIF) attack on the Hindenburg Line was deliberately and fatally mis-directed at a re-entrant (indentation) in the German defensive line, between the villages of Bullecourt and Quéant, despite warnings of the obvious slaughter which it would ensue.
Towards the end of the disastrous attack, wary the Germans may launch a counterattack, Henry's No.2 Section had been ordered to extend its positions further to their right along the railway. This was to cover the surviving AIF infantry, with its many wounded, as they retired across the exposed battlefield. The position, however, proved to offer only a limited field of fire for their two Vickers guns and was also under direct German observation - never a good thing, but particularly as MGs were always prime targets for artillery.
Before his section received orders to withdraw from its untenable position, Henry and his companion L/Cpl Walter "Wally" Compton*, were both sadly killed by artillery fire. Wally had been hit whilst sheltering from shell fire in a "dugout" (more likely akin to a foxhole, given their temporary position in No Mans Land); Henry, however, was struck down while trying to retrieve a shovel laying on the railway - no doubt in a desperate bid to enable him to dig a deeper foxhole.
An Australian Red Cross Society (ARCS) record (linked below) describes how Wally Compton was stretchered along the railway to an Advanced Dressing Station about 400 yrds west of the level crossing, where he was pronounced dead. He was buried close by the following day, with his grave marked:
s3-ap-southeast-2.amazonaws.com/awm-media/collection/RCDI...
Unfortunately as no ARCS report for Henry appears on file, his very final circumstances are far more obscure. His remains may have been interred close to the level crossing, however, as this was very exposed and under shell fire it seems more plausible his body was evacuated like Wally's, to the same dressing station and buried there - likely as several other casualties had been. Or otherwise his body may have been left in situ on the railway.
Despite Wally's grave being marked, both men remain to this day officially with no known grave. This suggests the entire dressing station graveyard and general area along the railway has no been properly examined postwar by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission, who also appear to remain unaware of this situation, or else they're not resourced sufficiently to have investigated it as yet. Hopefully one day they will.
*No photo of Lance Corporal Walter Compton, 1039, can be found at this stage. Wally was originally from Launceston, Tasmania and had moved to Melbourne, before enlisting around the same time as Henry. He had also initially been in the 22nd Battalion, before transferring to the 6th MG Company. Wally was single and aged 29 when he was K.I.A.:
www.aif.adfa.edu.au/showPerson?pid=59460
discoveringanzacs.naa.gov.au/browse/records/160277
Wally's only brother had also volunteered, Pte. Robert Compton, 1885, 55th Battalion AIF. Robert was lucky to survive this terrible war, but he was not unscathed, having suffered a serious gunshot wound shattering his lower right fibula (an ankle bone) on 27/5/1918 in the Corbie area near the Somme River:
Bear Creek, Wilbur Hot Springs Bridge / Colusa County, California
I was just getting ready to go home when I saw a big damselfly fly in and land on one of the rocks under the bridge where I was sitting cooling off. I suspected either Emma's or Sooty Dancer at the time but having photo-edited the image I know now that it is a brown female Sooty Dancer and only my second sighting of a Sooty Dancer, having seen a male Sooty Dancer just less than 50 yards north on 7/09/2015.
A less sweet variation of Martinez cocktail, made with Old Tom gin, is a precursor to the martini. Ransom is a "historically accurate revival" from Oregon, USA, while Hayman's uses recipe of "great-grandfather in 1863" from London, England. Cocktails made with dry vermouth have a lighter reddish hue than with sweet vermouth.
The sweetness of Hayman's gin is pleasantly evident using dry vermouth, while that of Ransom is much less so.
• 2.5 oz. (80 mL) Old Tom gin
• 0.5 oz. (20 mL) dry vermouth
• 1 tsp. (5 mL) Maraschino
• 2 dashes Angostura bitters
Stir with ice in mixing glass and strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
Original Caption: Traffic on Interstate #5 Was Less Than Normal on the First Sunday Afternoon of the Nationwide Ban on Gasoline Sales in December 1973 12/1973
U.S. National Archives’ Local Identifier: 412-DA-12985
Photographer: Falconer, David
Subjects:
Wilsonville (Clackamas county, Oregon, United States) inhabited place
Environmental Protection Agency
Project DOCUMERICA
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Repository: Still Picture Records Section, Special Media Archives Services Division (NWCS-S), National Archives at College Park, 8601 Adelphi Road, College Park, MD, 20740-6001.
For information about ordering reproductions of photographs held by the Still Picture Unit, visit: www.archives.gov/research/order/still-pictures.html
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(ever-so-slightly more interesting larger) Highest I know of on Explore!... 131 on 9.30.07
It was ironic.
I woke up one morning last week feeling like an out of shape slug. Lately I've been having a bit less energy than my norm. The arthritis that's plagued generations of my ancestors is just beginning to nip at my knees. My feet are a little more tired at the end of a long walk than I care to admit. And in an occasional "feeling sorry for myself" state of mind during this frustrating year of unemployment, I've found myself eating more "treats" than I generally allow myself. So that morning as I dragged myself out of bed- feeling like I'd be springing forth a little more jovially if I wasn't trying to drag quite so much tonnage off that mattress- I made a vow to myself to work a little harder at losing some weight.
Later that morning- soon after I had posted one of these self-portraits- I got an amusing email message from one of my favorite photo buddies hereabouts. "You are looking much slimmer to me in your recent pics-- if so, what is your secret....I need to get serious myself, as I have a promise to myself to take off a bit of weight....."
I laughed and laughed. My secret? Take 30 shots for the week, and then delete the 27 of them that show the saggy neck, crows feet, batwing arms, midriff bulge, ginormous hips, and baggy jowls... the ones that you wouldn't show anyone on a bet. Post only the ones that don't really look like you. It's really very simple.
Alas, that strategy doesn't work for the rest of the world, where the folks you encounter day to day see the real you. And where you have to look in that mirror every day. So it's time for more exercise and less carbohydrates. And for trying to ignore the unfairness of a world where couch potatoes can down lasagna and tiramisu and never gain a pound, and you who actually LIKE the salads you eat for lunch and the no-fat yogurt you eat for breakfast, will gain weight if you eat even one dessert a week. As a buddhist, I'm sure hoping I'm gonna be part of that OTHER gene pool in some future life.
Meanwhile, my photo buddyess and I have made a pact to be a support system for each other in this "lose the darn weight, already" endeavor. Wish us luck! And if you see me posting any shots of myself eating chocolate torte or pasta carbonara... feel free to instigate an intervention.
Oh, and I guess the program starts tomorrow. The idea of this photo was making the right choice between the shortbread I made to give to a friend... which is a bit hard to see in this less-than-perfect shot... and the much healthier apple. But then... I don't make shortbread very often. And it was right out of the oven. And there were still 7 pieces to give away. And, well.... you know. But that was the last indiscretion!
Really!
The somewhat less than amazing sunrise at Soda lake, Carrizo Plain National Monument.
I awoke from a restless night in my tent to a pretty juicy looking sunrise in progress. My game plan was to shoot wildlife a bit later in the morning, when the light was more to the liking of my slow 80-400. Forget that...It was time for a change of plan. Not really having a pre-ordered composition, I scrambled to get my stuff together and head out in search of a composition before it was too late. They sky was getting even more amazing, the red and pink was getting richer, I just may make it. As I raced down the dirt road, I remembered a fence line running out into Soda lake that had caught my on attention on the way in. From experience I knew that the color could drop out of that sunset in a matter of a few minutes...turn left on Soda lake road and put the petal down. I was slightly less than comfortable on this thin strip of asphalt at 70mph... but that sunrise may not last.
Finally I arrived at the fence line, the sky was still looking pretty brilliant, I was just going to make it. Then I turned around to make a quick lens change, turning back around and couldn't believe it...the beginning of the end. It was like someone pushed the color saturation down about 30%. Running towards the lake, it seemed like the color was draining out even faster. I quickly positioned my tripod and camera, slapped on a filter holder and my Singh-Ray reverse GND, and shot off a few frames. Quickly I changed up the comp a few times, but it was pretty much over for the great reds & pinks. All that remained was a few pale yellows and gold. So goes the life of a landscape shooter...at least I wasn't stuck at work looking forlornly out the window ;-)
"Laveurs" de linge, au bord des ghats inondés, à Varanasi, il y a un an... Excellente journée photo, sauvée par Anne qui me prête un appareil photo après que j'aie emporté par erreur une batterie vide.
She's my cherry pie
Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise
Tastes so good, makes a grown man cry
Sweet Cherry Pie, yeah
Well, swingin' on the front porch, swingin' on the lawn
Swingin' where we want 'cause there ain't nobody home
Swingin' to the left and swingin' to the right
If I think about baseball, I'll swing all night, yeah
Yeah, yeah
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One of the great things about the design of the entrance to the Mori Art Museum is the movement that is demonstrated and inferred. The stairs, by definition, imply a sense of travel but the windows allow air to flow through and activate the banners within the space. This combination of circulation and movement creates a dynamic environment that is hard to capture as a still. Several groups of people moved through the shot but none were slow enough to capture although they left slight shadows and for that I am grateful.
This is a great place to photograph at night and the view angles are endless.
thanks for reading.....jhe
Perdoa-me, folha seca,
não posso cuidar de ti.
Vim para amar neste mundo,
e até do amor me perdi.
De que serviu tecer flores
pelas areias do chão,
se havia gente dormindo
sobre o própro coração?
E não pude levantá-la!
Choro pelo que não fiz.
E pela minha fraqueza
é que sou triste e infeliz.
Perdoa-me, folha seca!
Meus olhos sem força estão
velando e rogando áqueles
que não se levantarão...
Tu és a folha de outono
voante pelo jardim.
Deixo-te a minha saudade
- a melhor parte de mim.
Certa de que tudo é vão.
Que tudo é menos que o vento,
menos que as folhas do chão...
Song of Autumn
Forgive me, dry leaf
I can not take care of you.
I came to love in this world,
and even the love I lost.
That served to weave flowers
sands from the ground,
if there were people sleeping
on the heart itself?
And I could not lift it!
I weep for what did not.
And my weakness
is that I am sad and unhappy.
Forgive me, dead leaf!
My eyes are not strong
and ensuring those desiring
not arise ...
You are the autumn leaf
volant the garden.
I leave you my longing
- The best part of me.
Sure that everything is going.
Everything is less than the wind,
Unless the leaves ...
(Cecília Meireles)
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Meet the AUTOart Mclaren F1: the less popular version.
This model flies the fictional Gran Turismo 5 Stealth livery. Off the top of my head, I know that AUTOart made the Mazda 787b and a Japan Super GT Nismo GT-R in this livery. This car and its stealth brethren first appeared as special bonus content in Gran Turismo 5.
After speaking with fellow collectors and obsessing over photos, I've found that little separates the Gran Turismo version from AUTOart's normal street Mclaren F1s, aside from the added rear wing and deletion of the fitted luggage.
I highlight this because the price differences between the Gran Turismo and normal versions are eye watering. Nobody seemed to want these versions, despite their quality.
Hence why I have one :)
These are (were..) great values, and if you aren't too bothered with historical accuracy, this model provides access to AUTOart's near unobtainable masterpiece.
Perhaps when I have enough skill and courage, I'll add a front wing and paint the whole car green...
The Revolution is growing.
Young people are recognizing that for the first time in American history that there is less opportunity for them than their parents.
They're starting to grow restless and they want to push the republic in a new direction.
I'm envious.
I'm too busy to join the Revolution right now.
But I recognize that our government is stifling the economy with rules and regulation... you need to 'hire someone' to tell you how to hire someone.
That's keeping people from working.
When the government controls business they call that 'communism.'
When business runs the government they call that 'fascism.'
When the government and business are in bed together and the people are getting screwed they call that America.
It's really the giant corporations that are doing it.
The banks... Wall Street.
Most American business' are small business'.
They're the ones that employ ninety percent of us.
They're the ones that the bankers and Wall Street could care less about.
They're the ones being regulated out of existence.
And the jobs they provide are being regulated out of existence with them.
I salute the protestors occupying cities all across the country.
They're challenging the status quo.
History will look back on this moment one day and say...
'This is where the Revolution began.
Viva la Revolution!