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"Everybody wants to live forever, but nobody wants to grow old." Jonathan Swift
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Street portrait of a man in Cologne
See also www.flickr.com/photos/tobiasdander/53007944580/in/datepos...
I have been taking a few "candid" images of people recently and trying to overcome my natural discomfort - still learning (at least now I know what my next lens purchase needs to be).
We have made our mark on the world, but we have really done nothing that the trees and creeping plants, ice and erosion, cannot remove in a fairly short time.”
― John Steinbeck, The Log from the Sea of Cortez
Mans Best Friend....I went for a walk to Harlaw Reservoir in the Pentland Hills regional park. As i was ambling around looking for photos I was aware of this man with his dog. The reason it caught my attention was that the man kept stopping every three or four hundred yards to allow the old dog to catch up. When it did, the man would pet the dog and talk to it for a few minutes. If you know Harlaw reservoir you will know the point where this image was taken. Its like an olympic medal podium. When the dog reached it he was like a puppy and jumped up to the top spot. The man sat next to the dog and again petted him and talked to him for longer this time. I got the impression they were best friends and were great company for each other.
Herero Man in Outjo - Namibia
He was standing outside the municipal office in Outjo. His hat reminded me of the Herero women's colorful dresses and their sewing methods.
Where did you buy your hat, I asked.
“My mother made it”, he replied quickly and proudly.
The Herero people in Namibia are traditionally cattle-herding pastoralists or make a living as merchants and artisans.
The stairs are an excellent perspective training. They climb and spin towards the background of the image. This is creating an imbalance and naturally guiding the eye.
In a staircase it is better to watch where you put your feet.
In the photo, this reflex is repeated.
I took This man in a hurry, a little later also, when he crossed the door.
Here he has its full dimension.
#8 on Explore! ⭐ September 27, 2020
Grabmal Carlos Hegel
by Arthur Bock
1926
Hourglass - sign of caducity
Stundenglas - Zeichen der Vergänglichkeit
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Ende Oktober 2014 wagten sich drei Schwarzwälder in die Schweiz, genauer gesagt zur kleinen Roten.
Bei der Rhätischen Bahn gibt es im Gegensatz zu vielen Schmalspurbahnen tatsächlich noch richtigen Güterverkehr und so konnte man an diesem 29. Oktober 2014 bei Bever die Rhb 614 "Schiers" mit einem Güterzug in herbstlicher Alpenlandkulisse ablichten.
Body No.: 7001
Class: De Luxe
Body: Santarosa Philippines "Modulo"
Chassis: MAN 18.280
Engine: MAN D0836LUH02
Route: Cubao-Tuguegarao
Location: VLI Terminal, Kamias, Quezon City
*re-uploaded & cropped.
Maned Duck
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Studio Werkz
After feeding together, she settled onto the grass, and he just happened to make the right pose.
Thomas Cook's Airbus A321 G-TCDG caught on approach to London's Gatwick Airport not long before the demise of this popular and long standing Holiday Company
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A rubbish phone shot of the illustrious Sven Roden snjscuba : t'=t.(1-(v^2/c^2))^-1 carefully crafting his next shot while simultaneously, and with much skill, avoiding the objects that had fallen out of a dog's backside. Well done that man!
And a great morning was had by all.
Wednesday June 24th 1998
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
That makes me think of two.
Last night my little shelter didn’t really do much but annoy the hell out of me - the wind blowing down the valley kept whipping the flaps back and forth - ARGH! Finally around 2am I got so sick of hearing them woosh together that I abandoned the tent for the back of the Jeep. A little cramped but a lot quieter.
I got up this morning and decided that I needed to stick around Zion for a bit longer - Angel’s Landing was calling me. I needed to exhaust some of these thoughts out of my mind. So I got up, took a dip in the freezing river and commenced the long climb up the mountain. As I went along and the terrain got steeper and steeper and the sun hotter and higher in the sky. It was strenuous and dangerous (which I’ll get to in a bit) and my legs now feel like jello but the payoff , the view, was definitely worth it. Just like yesterday at the Narrows - anything worth getting to isn’t easy.
Well I got up near the top and saw the last .5 miles of trail looming up ahead of me and thought “you have got to be kidding.” Right then and there I realized why it is named “Angel’s Landing” - probably because if you slip you die. The last section of trail was one of the scariest, yet exhilarating things I have ever done. The trail was about 3-4 feet across with 1,000ft drop offs on both sides…like walking the plank. There was a single metal cable strung between loose polls running the center - at times you had to stop and squeeze into a crevice while another hiker scooted around in the other direction. It was great though - ADVENTURE - like I’ve never experienced before.
I got to the summit where my mouth automatically fell agape in amazement and the camera just seemed like something so small and ill-equipped to do any justice to the view. As I was sitting there I heard a fellow hiker mention that he was from the Chicago area. We struck up a conversation and he knows where my cousin Melissa lives - His name was Pat Mooney and he teaches Physics, Chemistry and Earth Science to high schoolers. Most interestingly he has a friend who is a photographer in New Jersey that travels to small towns in the Carolinas on the weekends to photograph the people, and communities. Sounds like a very kindred spirit. Pat and I hiked down off of Angel’s landing sharing stories about America. We shook hands and parted ways at the trail head.
As I was walking back to my car I came across two more extraordinary people. What grabbed my attention was the baby blue ‘68 VW camper with the engine compartment propped open and a man elbow deep in grease - at first I though it was Rob from T or C, but then I saw a woman sitting in a chair next to the slider, feet up and reading “War and Peace.” I just had to hear their stories. So I walked up and introduced myself. Come to find out they are from Sidney Australia - up and over here in America traveling across the country. Now these two were my type of people. Steve Turner, originally from New Zealand and Johanna Brem, originally from Germany. They flew into L.A. without a plan, bought this old VW from a used car lot and set out across the desert for the summer. Now he’s two valves down, and quickly loosing a third… We sat and talked for three hours about everything - Zion, traveling, literature, history, etc… All the while Steve was tearing apart the heads on the VW and I lent him a hand here and there. Finally, Steve was convinced that he could make it out of the mountains for a partial rebuild somewhere and we began to part ways - I must have made an impression because they insisted on giving me their address and phone number back in Sydney - throwing in that they were only three blocks from the beach and always open to people crashing for days or weeks. I put the info into my journal and who knows, maybe someday I will look them up.
So here I am back in the campground where the winds is blowing worse then last night so this old backseat looks mighty inviting. Tomorrow I plan on dropping a call into the Last’s - maybe take them up on their promise of a hot meal and a soft bed?
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before he started to dance ... ;-) ...
can you see it, can you hear it ?
man without hat www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QDKLglEP5Y
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“Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf. ”
Socrates
Our being is so fragile in the hands of Nature.
So, no comments, please. It's just meant for a silent thought.
La vita umana...
"La vita dell'uomo è come una goccia di rugiada su una foglia."
Socrate.
La nostra esistenza è così fragile nelle mani della Natura.
Per favore, niente commenti. Vuole essere solo lo spunto per un pensiero, in silenzio.
The iconic Old Man of Storr on the Isle of Skye in Scotland during a cold but lovely sunrise. I was elated with the recent snowfall, as it created lots of interesting foreground opportunities, while also cutting down on distractions.