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After waiting at Squamish for an hour and a half for a track car to clear up, 571 is on the roll towards Lillooet and points north. A dreary day now seems fitting for the only train I managed to catch moving on the former BC Rail. Hopefully I'll someday get another crack at it, the last train for the forseeable future between Prince George and Squamish, having run on April 7th. The Gevo lead train passes Garibaldi, about half way between Squamish and Whistler.
Gotta love INER GP-9H 5903 and its passenger-style head gear, not to mention the original number it was built with for Cleveland Union Terminal (NYC).
The crew is retrieving another cut of empties while it works to load a grain train at the Edon Farmer's Co-Op in Edon, Ohio. Luckily, the sun has also come out, one day after a major winter storm left ice and downed trees in its wake.
Macro Mondays theme: One word!
"Sooty"
Sooty was a well known TV Bear Hand puppet from 1955 to 1975.
Image size: 5cm x 6.5cm
Thanks to everyone who took the time to view, comment, and fave my photo. It’s really appreciated. 😊
A shot taken from One Poultry in London back in September, I took this as we were heading to Coq d'Argent which is situated at the top of this building.
The colour atrium windows are a big draw for photographers and you can get a decent abstract look up shot.
The present building at No 1 Poultry was completed in 1997, Designed by James Stirling, It's a postmodern structure clad in pink and yellow sandstone. The building consists of retail and commercial offices with Coq d'Argent occupies the roof with its outdoor drinking area and public viewing platform.
The rooftop featured in the opening ceremony of the 2012 Olympic Games in the segment 'Happy and Glorious' which saw Daniel Craig as James Bond transport Queen Elizabeth II to the Olympic Stadium by helicopter.
In 2016, following proposals to alter it, it received government recognition with a listing at grade II*, making it the youngest listed building in England
Today was a crappy day for me. This whole weekend was really... anyway, I took this photo awhile back and it just seemed fitting for my mood. Well, actually perhaps a photo of darkness would be more fitting but it's just not as attractive. =)
I'll spare you my tirades but if you are really want to know, you can message me. =) Enjoy!!
We all have wishes and desires, I have only one WISH. My wish has deadline, July 31, 2012. Please pray for my wish come trough, I will pray for your wishes and desires. Hoping we will get all what we wish for in our life.Thank you.
I just started watching One Punch Man this morning, so I figured I'd make a Saitama minifigure.
Nothing special, really.
Luke Skywalker head, circa 2008
Legs and torso from the Fun at the Beach set. I edited out the belly button.
As a small teaser, I should have a RWBY figure out tomorrow.
Anyhow, let me know what you think!
Why live as one single colour crayon
when you can be the full box of crayons
colouring the whole world with your love?
Looking close... on Friday! - Pencils
(photo by Freya)
Thanks for views, faves and comments! ;-)
RBMN YJPI runs back from Crestwood with 1 car. Once they get into Pittston they pick up their load and add 2004 to the rear and shove 11 cars (14 after they work Mariotti) to Taylor Yard.
I do not know if it worthwhile disputing over the opposite sex but these 2 male common mergansers were trying to woo the hen to themselves
All along it was a fever
A cold sweat hot-headed believer
I threw my hands in the air, said, "Show me something"
He said, "If you dare, come a little closer"
I made three copies of this picture and toned them in different ways.
They all turned out crap except maybe this one...
Toned it in selenium for 2 minutes and then in gold but I didn't think much happened, so I put it back in the selenium again, then it went quickly, had to pull it out after a few seconds when I saw what was happening. But the result might not have been that crazy.
The paper-white frame turned yellow-brown though, have to figure out how to get the white frame white again , if possible.
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Leica M6, Summicron 50.
HP5 in HC110h.
Print on Ilford MG in Moersch eco 4812.
Toned in MT1 Selen for 2mins, MT10 gold 2 mins and then Selenium again 5 sec...
This is the original unedited version of an earlier upload. I like the simplicity of it. I picked this flower in the field just as it is. Sorry if I haven't gotten to you stream this week. My internet has been down. But I'm catching up now :-)
En una playa ya desierta... Un brizno de flora para 7DWF and one lonely beach fence for Fenced Friday. HFF!
Dave had already disappeared, seemingly swallowed by the forest and its secrets. Maybe he just wanted to escape the endless drizzle, but something told us otherwise. In the woods, Dave can see things that escape me entirely. We knew it would be at least an hour until we saw him again. Dave was entering Dave World, a place where everything makes sense and all is calm. He’d be just fine.
By his own admission, Lee wasn’t feeling the love. He couldn’t see the forest sprites emerging from the mist. “Everything is just a tangled mess!” he complained as he watched Carl and I creeping around the mossy boulders at the edges of this magical dark green world. Lee likes minimal, and this was anything but. Maybe he’d find a lone tree for his Leica somewhere outside the woodland. But with the filthy elements in such a persistent mood, his state of the art camera stayed in the bag.
On the walk from the car park, I mostly chatted with Carl. Carl and I had been “friends” on another platform for a couple of years by now, and although he only lives just over the border in west Devon, this was the first time we’d met. We had much to talk about, including his autumn workshop visit to Iceland, which had been interesting to say the least. We shared future plans, anecdotes on locations and even more importantly, he told us that the Fox Tor Cafe in Princetown had excellent reviews. That was lunch sorted then.
While Carl had been here a handful of times, this was just my second visit. The first time had been six years earlier, when I’d placed reasonably well in the over fifties category in a nearby 10k trail race that took us from the high ground at Castle Drogo down into the depths of Fingle Woods alongside the River Teign, another location I’ve long wanted to photograph but still not made it to. On that day my partner in crime was Emma, an old friend of many years whose race plan was always the complete opposite of mine. Whereas she’d charge off from the starting line like a bull at a gate, I’d struggle to find an early rhythm and be wheezing away like a broken accordion. Towards the end I’d be settled in, breathing evenly and feeling strong, by which time she’d be hyperventilating noisily and demanding more Haribo. We stuck together throughout the course, each taking turns to swear and curse at the other for dragging them out on a soaking March morning - all because the finishers’ medals looked so delightfully blingy. “Give ‘em a shiny thing for getting over the finish line and they’ll come in numbers,” said the organisers to themselves. The language from my companion in that last steep uphill mile was especially fruity that day.
After more than six miles of purgatory in running shoes, Emma had gone to spend the afternoon with her in-laws who lived nearby. I’d brought my camera gear with intentions to ignore the fast road and roll back across the moor. The wood had been one of the two places I planned to visit. “Now let’s see - trail running shoes, check. Compression socks, check. Waterproof winter trousers, check. Welly boots, double check.” It seemed I had everything I needed - except for the conditions. That day I carefully focus stacked a strangely symmetrical frame among the carnage, but in retrospect I’m not sure it was worth the bother. To make this place ping, you really need a bit of mist. Or a lot more skill in Photoshop than I possessed.
Today, six years later things were pinging quite nicely. I mean you can always have more fog of course, but the meteorological lottery was rewarding us well for our efforts. And we’d started very early, which you probably know isn’t my thing at all. In fact, when I later told one of you that I’d been up before 6am in preparation for this outing, he demanded to know who’d hacked into my Whatsapp and threatened to call the authorities. But yes, we’d arrived here at eight, met a few moments later by Carl, and slooshed our way through the mud to the woods, enveloped in a grungy grey curtain, just as we’d hoped for.
It might take a while to start to see things, but when you do, it’s really quite rewarding. Nick, who joined us a little later, has been here countless times, yet he told us he still often finds new shapes emerging from the mist. And now, as I stole away from the others and headed a few yards north, I found the lollipop stick, poking through a mossy “V” shaped frame. No faffing around with focus stacks this time, just a straightforward thumbprint on the main attraction and let everything else recede into a blur. There’s so much waiting here to be discovered.
Dave had that quiet smugness about him which always means he’s found a masterpiece. Carl looked happy enough too. Lee was chewing a Snickers bar. I think the Leica had come out briefly, but he was really saving it for the lone hawthorns we’d find elsewhere later. For three of us at least, the first full day had started well, but it was time to move on and find the next location.
Single guanaco, Torres del Pine, Chilean Patagonia. Starting a new series where animals make a foreground element to the landscape, since I suck at taking animal (and human) portraits. The new album stretches decades and continents:
www.flickr.com/photos/26034413@N04/albums/72177720321887405
Greetings from an expensive hotel near Dublin airport, my current trip concludes tomorrow.