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I was completely surprised the first time I saw this large logging operation on the site of the former Oakland Army Base is West Oakland, adjacent to the Port of Oakland. One doesn't expect to find this type of business in a big city.
These logs and other wood products are exported by MDI Forest Products to the Asian market.
The downtown Oakland skyline can be seen in the background.
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Photo taken at 'Steam in the country' site, near Liphook.
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Captain's Log: Star Date 37566.69
"The situation has taken a serious turn for the worse... We tried to bolt at the last minute, pitching and spiraling, but ended up hopelessly beaching our craft. Our foray into Weingast Dimension 40 has ended in dispair. We are about to be seized at any moment.
I am unable to rely on the crew: most have gone completely nuts and have turned on me... I can't t-t-t-rust anyone now. I feel close to cracking at any time now myself. Someone sure threw a spanner into the works... actually, that might have helped..."
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We found a huge pile of freshly cut Pine logs on our walkabouts at the weekend. 2 or 3 of them were sticking out just enough for the kids to explore, climb and take a rest :)
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Started March 2010, finished April 2011! It's all Kaffee Fassett fabrics, inspired by this block I made for a bee. Then I was further inspired after going to the first NYC Modern Quilt Guild meeting in February of last year.
Each "log" is about 1.5" finished (except for the center square, which is 2"). The quilt is about 90" square.
Which is why I sent it out for quilting by Shannon of Pieceful Kwilter!
After Ella's birthday party, I was on my way home when I saw a cool looking pier and a bunch of pilings extending out into Lake Washington in Kenmore. I had driven past it several times, and as it was about sunset, I decided to finally stop in. Glad I did, because it was a great place to shoot, and I plan to go back often. Here's my first offering from this place, which is called Log Boom Park. Tomorrow I'll show you why it is called Log Boom with one of my all time favorite shots.
I composed the shot like this to get the pier and also to try to get the streaking clouds to the right. I had a straight shot of the pier that I liked as well, but unfortunately it was blown out, so I tossed it. Good excuse to go back though. :)
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Pulau Tioman, Malaysia
3 Exposure HDR (-2, 0, +2), Post processed with Photoshop CS3.
Soft focus and halo treatment was used.
97303 'Dave Berry' and 37405 cross the River Dee on the Cefn viaduct with 6C56 09:50 Aberystwyth - Chirk logs. The train had passed it's final destination a few minutes previously but travelled through to Chester and a reversal, to allow access to the Kronospan wood factory at Chirk.
Event: Autumn Walk - 16/10/22
Location: Greenway Bank Country Park, Nr Knypersley
Camera: Wista 45VX
Lens(s): Schneider-Kreuznach Apo-Symmar 150mm f/5.6
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Shot ISO: 64
Light Meter: Minolta Spot Meter F
xposure: 1/8 @ f/22
Lighting: Sunny - 11am
Mounting: Tripod - Manfrotto
Firing: Cable release
Developer: Digibase C-41
Scanner: Epson V800
Post: Adobe Lightroom & Photoshop (dust removal)
- www.kevin-palmer.com - The hundreds of floating logs on Black Canyon Lake told a story. They were swept into the lake by winter avalanches.
New Journal "Bandar-Log" now live: zvereff.com/journal/bandar-log/
One year ago I was sitting in a train station somewhere in-between Varanasi and New Delhi, India, en route to meet some friends. I unfastened a staple from a semi-opened plastic bag of peanuts, poured them into my mouth and bit directly into a rock. I spit it out, extremely disappointed because I hadn’t eaten in hours. Everything had been a mess and I was in a rut -- I just couldn’t catch a break. I turned around to see a book-seller that had a few books in English, and placed in front for every tourist to see was Kipling’s "The Jungle Book". I gave the man a few rupees and hopped on the train, book in hand. I lied down on the stiff bed for the 12-hour train ride and began to read the book that I remembered as a Disney movie from my childhood.
One year later, as I am sitting here and reading headlines that India is once again celebrating its Holi Festival, memories come flooding back. The month I spent there was an extraordinary experience. Traveling long hours and resting only short periods of time, my friends and I jammed as many possible destinations as we could into that month. For most of that time we were extremely uncomfortable: I caught a virus of some sort, which lasted almost the entire first month I was there, and lost a lot of weight; I simply could not function, nor focus, as my senses were completely overwhelmed. In my fevered state, my impressions of India were that of a country that had gone completely mad. As I got better, I began to look for ways to focus on small moments, and I started to isolate and hone in on the beautiful little things occurring everywhere around me amidst the chaos. India is incredible: it is unique, and the contrasts-- stark.
In the western hemisphere we are raised with organization. Our homes are built as perfect boxes that all look exactly the same in neighborhoods with roads on a grid. We have stores which have bins where everything is neatly placed. When we buy tickets, food, or almost anything for that matter, we form a queue. We have a mutual understanding to remain calm and stand in line. Even if there are no posted rules, we automatically apply them in an orderly fashion. In India this kind of order is simply not part of the culture, and though it is incredibly frustrating at first, when embraced, it can be liberating. Chaos can work-- it finds a way, just like our universe.
When I arrived in Delhi, I left "The Jungle Book" behind, but it stayed with me, especially the part about the Monkey People (Bandar-Log). I kept thinking of how they seemed so wild, and how Mowgli was hungry and exhausted while they danced, scatterbrained, around the destroyed human city they occupied. It was his discomfort and regret for coming to the lost city that mirrored my own feelings at the start of the journey. I realized that to really understand this place, at first I had to get over the physical discomfort and accept the chaos. Reading that book on that train ride gave me a sense of perspective on my own adventure. Experiences can only be as high as they have been low, and India certainly blessed me with both of those. In India, when the highs came, they were vastly more powerful than could be imagined. Daily life is lived in the moment: it is freedom at its essence, chaotic and unplanned. Every breath taken is a gift; every sunrise is beautiful. India presents a conscience reality that is fragile and exposed to the core. Although India has already been heavily documented by much better and more prominent photographers than I, I have no qualms being one of the many. My experiences there are now a cherished memory: colorful, filthy, sickly, and joyous. I present “Bandar-Log”.