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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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CN Railway Crossing Tionaga in Penhorwood Township located in the District of Sudbury Northeastern Ontario Canada
The ghost town of Tionaga lies along this stretch of CN tracks. A former logging, lumber-mill village and CN Station in the early 1900's to the late 40's. Pineland Timber ran the mills and supplied wood products for INCO's mines in Sudbury Ontario. During WWII it became an internment camp for Japanese Canadian citizens.
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!
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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)
"Birch Log Fungi" by Patti Deters. A fallen birch tree branch lays among the autumn leaves, with a striking green mushroom / fungus grow on the log decays on the woodland floor. Please enjoy more of my (nature, landscapes, and more!) images at patti-deters.pixels.com.
Watch what happens when one painted turtle falls off and tries to get back on the log! This was at a busy nature center so ambient people sounds could not be helped. Clearly the turtles didn't get the social distancing memo!
A summer in USA, the logs were a part of it.
THE PACE OF NATURE
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LOOKING OUT
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IPSDEN IN WINTER
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Fairlead Logging Arch (1933-1960), and High Wheel Skidders. Old logging equipment museum at Collier Memorial State Park, Oregon.
Neg# MELO 011. Mamiya RB67, 180mm, Yg filter, PXP film. 1981
Colas 70 815 rolls into the up goods loop at Hellifield with 6J37 Carlisle New Yard - Chirk Kronospan "Logs" where it waited to cross over onto the Blackburn line. I only had my phone with me as I was cycling that day.
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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”.
Pulau Tioman, Malaysia
3 Exposure HDR (-2, 0, +2), Post processed with Photoshop CS3.
Soft focus and halo treatment was used.
This is the crossing flags Corvette logo for the C7 models.
Taken in the garage using a spray bottle with water. and a solo light over head.
Pine Log WMA. White, Georgia. 4/11/2014.
This interesting pose shows the white in the under tail, the dark lores, and the relatively large dark eye. Bird located by singing. Currently this warbler species is migrating thru our area in good numbers, and this is also a breeding species in our area.
Settings: 1/800 ƒ/7.1 ISO 320 600 mm (300 mm and 2X TC)
Log Cabin with Cath Kidston fabric.
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This shot I captured from the car was taken on our way back from Bathurst! We were only 5 kms out of Oberon.
The Log Revisited - Martijn van der Nat
Vlietlanden, Voorschoten, The Netherlands
ISO200, 12 mm, 0,67 EV, F25, 3 seconds, tripod, remote release, 0.3 ND Hard grad, 0.6 ND soft grad.
This image is featured in my blog; 'The Log' A small blogpost about sunrise and sunset at the same day and the same location. www.martijnvandernat.nl/log/
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