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Title
Farmer rolling a cigarette. Construction of log house is shown. This farmer rents farm and house from the man who homesteaded the place but is now unable to farm. Pie Town, New Mexico
Names
Lee, Russell, 1903-1986, photographer
Created / Published
1940 June.
Headings
- United States--New Mexico--Pie Town
Headings
Nitrate negatives.
Genre
Nitrate negatives
Notes
- Title and other information from caption card.
- Transfer; United States. Office of War Information. Overseas Picture Division. Washington Division; 1944.
- More information about the FSA/OWI Collection is available at hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.fsaowi
Medium
1 negative : nitrate ; 35 mm.
Call Number/Physical Location
LC-USF33- 012733-M1 [P&P] LOT 639 (corresponding photographic print)
Source Collection
Farm Security Administration - Office of War Information Photograph Collection (Library of Congress)
Repository
Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, DC 20540 USA hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/pp.print
Digital Id
fsa 8a28605 //hdl.loc.gov/loc.pnp/fsa.8a28605
Library of Congress Control Number
2017742394
Reproduction Number
LC-USF331-012733-M1 (b&w film copy neg. from file print) LC-DIG-fsa-8a28605 (digital file from original neg.)
Rights Advisory
No known restrictions. For information, see U.S. Farm Security Administration/Office of War Information Black & White Photographs www.loc.gov/rr/print/res/071_fsab.html
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This is a collaborative project with Oblivion Builder.
For years the Sith Empire hid in the shadows, preparing to strike once again. In their campaign to take control of the Raioballo sector, Dantooine was a target of high priority. In an attempt to cut off the Republic’s supply lines; the Empire is slowly seizing control of all critical infrastructures such as railways and spaceports. Sergeant Kolan – in between all the fighting – made a log of his thoughts, interests and daily pursuits.
-There is plenty of untouched beauty on this planet. To clear my mind in between all the harsh fighting, I assigned myself a little side project. Except for the beautiful endless plains, there are also rough, stunning gemstones in the many streams of water on this planet. I would like to have more time to focus on discovering and researching these fascinating jewels. The battles are vicious and loud. I hope we can put an end to this campaign soon, for the sake of my research and for the sake of all our lives! Sergeant Kolan, out.-
“LONG LIVE THE EMPIRE!”
This old home in Utica, Mt catches my eye each time I have driven past it. It is made from large milled logs, but the owners put in a bay window at one time.
A nicely work stained 70809 works the 6B64 Exeter riverside to Newton Abbot Hackney yard to drop off log wagons for storage it had previously worked the 6B61 Baglan Bay to Exeter riverside where the train was split.
"No Name" Kettle Bog located off an old logging road off of the Watabeag Road in the Black River-Matheson area in Northeastern Onatrio Canada
Vivienne and Mirelle Part 2: The Message
Discovered three days after Mirelle disappeared. Not by accident. Not in haste. Left where only someone like Vivienne would find it—and only if she was looking.
It was a quiet evening. No appointments. No meetings. The Ravenwood’s operations ran smoothly below. But Vivienne wasn’t there.
She was upstairs—in her private residence atop the hotel, lights dimmed, gloves off, combing out her hair like she hadn’t since that night.
The hidden panel in the armrest clicked open beneath her fingers—automatic, familiar. She wasn’t reaching for anything.
And yet there it was.
A piece of silk, small and torn, tucked neatly inside. Pale cream. Familiar. Not perfumed. Not folded like a lover’s keepsake—folded like intel.
Vivienne stared at it for a moment, not touching. As if picking it up would confirm what she already knew.
It was from Mirelle.
There was a stitch along the hem. Barely visible—unless the light hit just right. A pattern Vivienne recognized. Threaded in tight: a cipher.
No encryption. No deception. Just a message.
Hand-stitched. Intimate. Final.
You never asked me to stay
I stayed anyway.
That’s on me.
I learned more than I should have.
That’s on you.
—M.
No name. No return path. No signal trace.
Just the signature—a single letter. Deliberate. Knowing. Irrevocable.
Vivienne sat back. She didn’t speak. She didn’t call Omalley. She didn’t pour a drink.
She just held the silk in one hand—light as a promise, sharp as memory—and breathed.
Then, slowly, she folded it. Once. Twice. Again.
Slid it into the same hidden compartment. Closed it.
And walked to the console.
That night, the Ravenwood played no broadcasts. No vinyl.
Just analog static—quiet, constant.
And she did leave the lights on when she went to bed.
Addendum to Part 2:
A professional assessment. A personal breach.
Hours later, Vivienne sat at her desk with the silk unfolded on the surface.
She wasn’t reading the message again—she was analyzing the stitch.
She ran it through three filters. Checked the thread’s weave density. Logged the cipher angle. All habitual. All precise.
And then she stopped.
Not because she was done.
Because she realized she was trying to turn grief into intel.
And there was no dossier in Sky Port Bury that would ever explain why she let Mirelle in.
She closed the file without saving. Walked away.
Some knowledge didn’t belong in archives.
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Sunset over Lake view it through trees across the beach viewed from the waterfront trail of Lake Ontario , in Squires Beach , Ajax , Ontario , Canada , December 23. 2019
Cedar fence
Path
Puddles
Photograph converted to black and white
Black and white
Converted to black and white
iPhone 6
Waterfront
Squires Beach
Reflections of trees in puddles
Tree stumps
Information sign boards
Sign boards
Sunset over Duffins Marsh
Rod iron railings
boat launch
canoe
canoe boat launch
Ontario
Ajax
Canada
Pickering
Lake Ontario
Martin’s photographs
Discovery Bay
Trees
Ice covered log looking like a monster
Sunset
March 2020
December 2019
Favourites
IPhone XR
Squires Beach
Duffins Creek
Duffins Marsh
Waterfront Trail
Rotary Park
Lake Ontario
Rod iron fence
Bridge
Bridge across Duffins Creek
Twilight
Sticks
Stones
Fallen trees
Fallen tree
Fungi
Mushrooms
Sand
Beach
Shore
Rocks
Bolders
Reflections
Reflection
Dogwood
Tall grasses
Snow
Ice
February 2019
Hey you lot!!! where's the food?
a very hot day well spent with Ade and Alison, and not forgetting the cuckoo and small birds
Log-a-Rythms - www.martijnvandernat.nl
taken at the Vlieglanden, the Netherlands
2 sec, f22, ISO100, 11 mm 0.6 hard grad ND filter, tripod, remote trigger
This image was sitting on my drive for a long time waiting for me to decide to write a blogpost or not… I guess indecision has decided for me…
Taken on a stormy sunrise in february 2015, The first time I got to test my 'new' #Tokina wide angle lense in real life. I'm still ever as happy with it as I was back then...
I've been trying for a long time to think of how to get a tricky focus shot of this log by the Mission Creek Greenway. This still isn't right but it is the best I've been able to come up with so far.
I came across this little log cabin just outside Lexington, KY. Someone has done a great job of restoring this piece of American History. When Stephen Foster wrote the song "My Old Kentucky Home" he could have been writing about a building like this one. Little did he know at the time that his song would become the official state song for the Commonwealth - State of Kentucky. View On Black
She's either inspecting my work or she's enjoying climbing the log pile in the garden. Her face says she's not too impressed. Well, cats are hard to please.
Part of a massive log pile at Dunedin, NZ awaiting shipment to China.
Fujifilm X-E2 body and Fujinon 55-230 zoom.
This photograph had some highlight and shadow in camera adjustment. Otherwise it is a straight OOC JPEG.
This log couldn't of been in a better place, perched right in front of a cascade that had been formed after all the rain we have had.
Log in Lough Leane. We went to Killarney hoping there was a bit of color in the sky with the sunset. It wasn't there so we dropped this massive log in the lake and started shooting. While it got darker we did a bit of light painting.
One of two images of logs seen from the small island in Oakwood Cemetery, Troy, New York, USA on September 16, 2023. I often see turtles on this log, but they usually dive into the water shortly after I arrive on the scene. I don't recall ever seeing ducks with them before! The Mallards didn't seem to be disturbed by my presence.
I caught these lady mallards sitting on a log and shot them before they knew I was there. The scene was screaming to be rendered in a painterly manner, so I did.
View On Black and large.
Logging truck or timber lorry, a large truck used to carry logs, these are from timber operations in Orange County Virginia. Print Size 13x19 inches. Happy Truck Thursday
Avec ses 670 hectares, entre terre et mer, et ses 14 km de côtes bordées par l’Atlantique, le Fier d’Ars et les marais salants, la presqu’Ile de Loix est reliée au reste de l’Île de Ré par deux pistes cyclables, celle du port longeant la mer et offrant à chaque virage un regard et des lumières différentes sur Loix.
Très peu de marais salants étaient exploités sur l’île avant 1375, mais à Loix, quelques-uns ont été aménagés au sud du village par les religieux de l’Abbaye de saint-Michel-en-l’Herm, permettant la création de la paroisse en 1379. L’exploitation salicole connaît un véritable essor au début du XVe siècle grâce à l’endiguement des parcelles prises sur le domaine maritime. Si au XIXe siècle, les sauniers étaient plus de 1000, il n'en reste aujourd'hui qu'une centaine. Ils y récoltent l’or blanc, notamment la délicate fleur de sel à l’odeur de violette et dont la couleur rosée contraste avec celle du gros sel, teinté par la terre argileuse du marais.
A l’extrémité du village, la Pointe du Grouin se loge une petite plage en forme d’anse aux eaux calmes et claires surveillées en été, le fort du Grouin surplombant les lieux et rehaussant le caractère pittoresque de ce havre de paix (cf. wikipédia).
It's a featherless Sunday!
These four Turtles are fighting to keep their spot on the sunny log. The turtle at the back is pushing and climbing to get the sun while the second turtle is getting squished.
Canon EOS 7D, EF 500 4L IS USM, Canon 1.4X Extender II, Focal length 700 mm, F8, 1/1250, ISO 400