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While neither bear my favorite paint schemes that have emerged from the shops in Owosso, somewhat fresh paint that is clean is usually hard to beat. Set up for their moment in the lights, GLC 393 sits outside the Owosso Shops next to the oddball painted GLC 382. A long afternoon of prep work by Steven McKay and Jim Guest while I wandered around after finishing my somewhat simple tasks made for a fantastic evening of shooting from all three of us that pushed my lights to their limits and consistently challenged my light placements.
Unfortunately not. Actually, neither the Cliffs nor the Royal Mail are unchangeable. The Royal Mail is an institution with a history, true, but it is exposed to the wear and tear of time as any human institution is. Shot with the Helios44M-7 wide-open.
Neither an F-unit or a Geep, the EMD Branch Line locomotive can be described as unique in the proper sense of the word. S&NC BL2 No. 52, originally delivered to the Bangor & Aroostook around 1949, crosses Route 9N between Saratoga Springs and Greenfield with an autumn 2012 trip from North Creek. Word that excursion trains may be starting up again on a portion of this line is encouraging.
“Thus the LORD my God will come, and all the saints with You. It shall come to pass in that day that there will be no light; The lights will diminish. It shall be one day which is known to the LORD—Neither day nor night. But at evening time it shall happen that it will be light.”
Neither Nori or Uthgerd had these issues prior to the new drapes. Now life is all about how to properly lie in the window.
My friend and I had just finished a walk along the Railroad Trail and continued to the Audubon Center in Sequim, WA.. We were standing there talking when we were both startled by a metallic clanging sound, loud enough to make us jump. We looked around and when the noise occurred again we saw this Red-Breasted Sapsucker drilling on the sign to inform everyone whose territory it was. This is a first sighting of this beautiful bird for me. I had no idea what it was and had to look it up.The noise was incredible. May I suggest looking at this large. Colorful guy, no?
Neither an albatross nor an eagle, probably a wheatear ... now they're not familiar to me. Could you help with exact ID please?
Un petit oiseau que je connais mal, sans doute un traquet, mais lequel? Pouvez-vous m'aider à l'identifier?
Although the clouds didn’t display on this morning-neither did crowds of people. These quiet moments were enjoyed in Banff National Park among the mountains and calm waters.
Holga ist auch schon etwas in die Jahre gekommen. Wenn es sehr kalt ist, funktionieren weder der Verschluss zuverlässig, noch meine eingefrorenen Finger. Wie auch immer, hier gab es offensichtlich eine Doppelbelichtung. Eigentlich ein Fall für den Mülleimer, andererseits sah das Negativ so ungewohnt schön schmuddelig aus.
The Holga is also getting a bit long in the tooth. When it's very cold, neither the shutter works reliably, nor do my frozen fingers. However, there was obviously a double exposure here. Actually a case for the rubbish bin, but on the other hand the negative looked so interestingly grubby.
Holga 120N, Plus-X @ISO 320 in eco film developer.
Kallitype onto HPR,
developer Potassium sodium tartrate - Sodium tungstate mixture (44g+40g/950ml).
Neither one of these came out exactly like I was planning. I think my expectations were too high, or (most likely) I got bored with the idea before I finished (happens all the time with me), or maybe it's just that tulips are SO cliché. I may go back and try again, but not today. HCS, kids. Hope you're having a great weekend.
Being wet isn't a bad thing. Neither is staying cool when it's 37C.
With PRIDE month close to wrapping up for another year, I figured that I would show off the rainbow one last time.
Be strong, be proud. PRIDE.
Pride Bikini by Graffitiwear available on Marketplace.
Taken@ Bare Sun Beach
.. and neither does friendship!
Mizzy and I are cruising together here being the crazy friends that we are. Every moment is an adventure. We are breaking the rules, making memories, and embracing the thrill of living life unapologetically. Just like the wind in our hair, our friendship is wild, free, and unforgettable—because the best adventures in life are better when shared with someone who truly gets you.
what are you saying? that you want
eternal life? are your thoughts really
as compelling as all that? certainly
you don't look at us, don't listen to us,
on your skin
stain of sun, dust
of yellow buttercups: i'm talking
to you, you staring through
bars of high grass shaking
your little rattle - o
the soul! the soul! is it enough
only to look inward? contempt
for humanity is one thing, but why
disdain the expansive
field, your gaze rising over the clear heads
of the wild buttercups into what? your poor
idea of heaven: absence
of change. better than earth? how
would you know, who are neither
here nor there, standing in our midst?
poem by Louise Gluck
inspired by La Môme Piaf
www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8xtj9gFE90
No, nothing at all
No, I have no regrets
Neither the good that made me
Nor evil, all that I care!
No, nothing at all
No, I have no regrets
It is paid, swept away, forgotten
I care about the past!
With my memories
I lit the fire
My sorrows, my pleasures
I no longer need them!
Swept the loves
And all their tremors
Swept away forever
I start from scratch
No, nothing at all
No, I have no regrets
Neither the good that made me
Nor evil, all that I care!
No, nothing at all
No, I have no regrets
Because my life, because my joys
Today, that begins with you
Taken at
maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Natural%20mignon%20Colore/...
The blue hour is the period of twilight each morning and evening where there is neither full daylight nor complete darkness. The time is considered special because of the quality of the light.
Neither are associated with the other. Positioning the gun store sign with an anti-aircraft gun seemed to be the thing to do at the time. The anti aircraft gun is the Armed Forces Memorial for Clyde County North Carolina. Located in the town square, it commemorates those who died in Military service from Clyde County. The gun came from Norfolk Naval Base and weighs in at 17,500 lbs.
stays these feisty birds from their self-appointed task of keeping away their competition. Well, maybe gloom of night. Gloom of day doesn't stop them. Anna's Hummingbird. Note the raindrops on its bill.
I met the nicest young couple yesterday here on the coast. They are here on a holiday and we met at Burnett Falls. I recommended this place for their next visit considering it is an exquisite trek through the forest. Just what they were hoping to experience.
This double waterfalls is toward the bottom of Cliff Gilker Park. It is neither rushing nor is it empty. Just right for a long exposure, and one gorgeous sight. I hope they make it to this Park because it is at its peak of beauty.
Neither I or this blackbird was phased by the rain. She just kept flying from place to place here at North Chagrin Reservation.
.... will stay these tourists from photographing the Minton tile roof of the Bethesda Terrace Arcade. The arcade, the main entry from Central Park's Mall to the Angel of the Waters Fountain, is the only instance of Minton tiles being used on a roof.
.....
Nikon D700
17-35mm f/2.8 wide-angle lens
© alley cat photography - all rights reserved
ODC = Fences
Neither Kay or myself has any interest in the black Friday shopping crowds so it is our tradition to take our cameras and go as far away from all that as we can get and shop for photos:) Imagine our delight when we pulled over and walked to the beach to take photos and happened upon this fence of found flip flops proving once again to ourselves if you get out of the car and walk you never know what you will see that you would have otherwise driven right past.....this find is priceless!
Yes, I forgot that picture I've been in the back of a drawer for 13 years,
I never saw him again, but his cousin, the changeable Little Mars, came
the following year in 2012 and neither has I seen him since..!
The Great Changing Mars
(Apatura iris),/
Oui carrément oublié ce cliché depuis 13 ans dans un fond de tiroir,
je ne l'ai jamais plus revu, par contre son cousin, le Petit Mars changeant est venu
l'année d'après en 2012 et lui non plus je ne l'ai plus revu depuis..!
le Grand Mars changeant
Apatura iris.. >>faux
grande erreur
c'est le Petit Sylvain
(Limenitis Camilla)
Le Petit sylvain se nomme White Admiral en anglais, Kleiner Eisvogel en allemand, Nimfa boscana en catalan et Ninfa de bosque en espagnol.
Neither photograph sharp and both with camera movement. By all accounts not great photographs, but there is something in each of them that I like.
12.1.2020, Elephant Island, Antarctica
Elephant Island is an ice-covered, mountainous island off the coast of Antarctica in the outer reaches of the South Shetland Islands, in the Southern Ocean. The island is situated 245 kilometres (152 miles) north-northeast of the tip of the Antarctic Peninsula, 1,253 kilometres (779 miles) west-southwest of South Georgia, 935 kilometres (581 miles) south of the Falkland Islands, and 885 kilometres (550 miles) southeast of Cape Horn. It is within the Antarctic claims of Argentina, Chile and the United Kingdom.
Endurance expedition:
The island was the desolate refuge of the British explorer Ernest Shackleton and his crew in 1916 following the loss of their ship Endurance in the pack ice of the Weddell Sea. The crew of 28 reached Cape Valentine on Elephant Island after months spent drifting on ice floes and a harrowing crossing of the open ocean in small lifeboats.[3] After camping at Cape Valentine for two nights, Shackleton and his crew moved 11 km (7 mi) west to a small, rocky spit at the terminus of a glacier, which offered better protection from rockfalls and from the sea, and which they called Point Wild.
Realizing that there was no chance of passive rescue, Shackleton decided to sail to South Georgia, where he knew there were several whaling stations. Shackleton sailed with Tom Crean, Frank Worsley, Harry "Chippy" McNish, Tim McCarthy, and John Vincent on an 1,300 km (800 mi) voyage in the open lifeboat James Caird beginning on Easter Monday, April 24, 1916, and arriving at South Georgia 16 days later. His second-in-command, Frank Wild, was left in charge of the remaining party on Elephant Island, waiting for Shackleton's return with a rescue ship.[4]
There was much work for the stranded men. Because the island had no natural source of shelter, they constructed a shack and wind blocks from their remaining two lifeboats and pieces of canvas tents. Blubber lamps were used for lighting. They hunted for penguins and seals, neither of which were plentiful in autumn or winter. Shackleton instructed Wild to depart with the crew for Deception Island if he did not return to rescue them by the beginning of summer, but after four and a half months, on August 30, 1916, the artist George Marston spotted a ship. The ship, with Shackleton on board, was the tug Yelcho, from Punta Arenas, Chile, commanded by Luis Pardo, which rescued all the men who had set out on the original expedition.
Wikipedia
In the opposite direction, taking photos just about worked despite the slight backlight. BB 7255 in béton with a not-quite-fully-lowered front pantograph since its departure from Narbonne, is hauling its Marseille to Bordeaux service past Conilhac-Corbières, 05-09-2025.
A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH (Maya Angelou)
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
And when we come to it
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms
When we come to it
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil
When the rapacious storming of the churches
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze
When we come to it
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse
When we come to it
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets
Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world
When we come to it
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
We, this people, on this small and drifting planet
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines
When we come to it
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear
When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.
“A Brave and Startling Truth” was published in a commemorative booklet in 1995 and was later included in Maya Angelou: The Complete Poetry