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What had started as a bar conversation earlier that year eventually turned into Marquette Rail's 1st Annual Santa Express. The railroad had leased a slew of GATX GP38-2s a few months prior and the best looking one, GMTX 2635 in fresh GATX paint, had its lettering nicely modified and MQT logos added. Along with their freshly-repainted former Chessie widevision caboose, the little train spent the day touring the entirety of Marquette Rail, stopping at most of the towns along the way so the kids could see Santa. A rousing success, the train ran every year until the G&W takeover. This would be one of only two times the 2635 would pull the train, as in subsequent years it was powered by either SD40-2 #3001 or GP38-2 #2005. The first train is seen here arriving in Kent City.
One last view of the former MARC GP40WH-2s in Columbia, PA, along with an RDC of unkown heritage. February 7, 2019.
Jamie Gustafson and his dog Hawley Davison at the McDonald's in Monmouth, Illinois Summer 2008.
Taken with a Canon G9 point & shoot.
i usually try not to post two from a shoot but Nadia actually prefers this one over the one I posted last week.
Happy Halloween folks. I'll be traveling to my hometown of Miami this weekend so hopefully I'll be have time to sneak away for a shoot while I'm there. That's one city that is never short of any cloud cover.
strobist info: sb-800 bounced off of 43 in silver umbrella camera left triggered w/ cybersyncs
Though my parents had taken me out when I was younger, I really only started hiking only back in 2006. I fell in love with mountains and snow and started to take photos of them. Winter was my favourite alpine season. Fresh white landscapes with few people made for many a great day out.
In order to capture the golden hours around the edges of daylight I started to do more overnight trips. Wonderful colours to bask in and hunkering down for the night was extremely satisfying.
But only in the last few years have I begun to hike in the summer months. I have no idea why I resisted for so long. The longer days make walking among melted tarns and alpine meadows a joy to experience.
I thought I was going to get out every weekend during August and capture each valley on my list. But I only managed this one. Upper Gott Creek. It think it might be my first alpine wildflower sunset. I hope there will be many more of them to share with you.
This Amsterdam cyclist appears to be quite concentrated on her task. But the cyclists are not the only ones who must concentrate. Pedestrians beware!
I composed this image while walking the streets of Amsterdam, a city of bridges and bikes. For those interested in the history of the bicycle in Amsterdam, further information is presented below.
Anyone who has ever tried to make their way through the centre of Amsterdam in a car knows it: the city is owned by cyclists. They hurry in swarms through the streets, unbothered by traffic rules, taking precedence whenever they want, rendering motorists powerless by their sheer numbers.
Cyclists rule in Amsterdam and great pains have been taken to accommodate them: the city is equipped with an elaborate network of cycle-paths and lanes, so safe and comfortable that even toddlers and elderly people use bikes as the easiest mode of transport.
The Dutch take this for granted; they even tend to believe these cycle-paths have existed since the beginning of time. But that is certainly not the case. There was a time, in the 1950s and 60s, when cyclists were under severe threat of being expelled from Dutch cities by the growing number of cars. Only thanks to fierce activism would Amsterdam succeed in becoming what it is, unquestionably, now: the bicycle capital of the world.
At the start of the 20th century, bikes far outnumbered cars in Dutch cities and the bicycle was considered a respectable mode of transport for men and women. But when the Dutch economy began to boom in the post-war era, more and more people were able to afford cars, and urban policymakers came to view the car as the travel mode of the future. Entire Amsterdam neighbourhoods were destroyed to make way for motorised traffic. The use of bikes decreased by 6% every year, and the general idea was that bicycles would eventually disappear altogether.
All that growing traffic took its toll. The number of traffic casualties rose to a peak of 3,300 deaths in 1971. More than 400 children were killed in traffic accidents that year.This staggering loss led to protests by different action groups, the most memorable of which was Stop de Kindermoord (“stop the child murder”).
The 1970s were a great time for being angry in Holland: activism and civil disobedience were rampant. Stop de Kindermoord grew rapidly and its members held bicycle demonstrations, occupied accident blackspots, and organised special days during which streets were closed to allow children to play safely.
Stop de Kindermoord became subsidised by the Dutch government, established its headquarters in a former shop, and went on to develop ideas for safer urban planning – which eventually resulted in the woonerf: a new kind of people-friendly street with speed bumps and bends to force cars to drive very slowly.
Two years after Stop de Kindermoord was established, another group of activists founded the First Only Real Dutch Cyclists’ Union to demand more space for bicycles in the public realm – organising bike rides along dangerous stretches of road, and compiling inventories of the problems encountered by cyclists.
“First we would be arrested by the police, of course, but then the whole thing would be in the newspapers and municipal politicians would eventually listen. We had a great fighting spirit and we knew how to voice our ideas. And in the end, we would get our bicycle lane. Even in the 70s, you know, there were politicians who understood that the general focus on cars would eventually cause problems.”
Sony HX400V---In this large wetland, there may be a million blue camas lilies, that have edible bulbs. And I found one white lily, known as the Death Camas, because its bulbs are very poisonous.
Laurence Marshall - One Man Band
A traditional style one man band ideal for mix & mingle, walk about and street style entertainment
inside or outdoors (no electrics needed).
Laurence has a vast repertoire spanning from 1920s music through to modern day pop tunes played in a bit of an old school style.
This hole contained a family of squirrels. The little ones were scampering about. I counded 3 young ones.
I spent the evening trying to find an old house I had photographed years ago. I couldn't find and then it was a rush to find a subject to photograph before the sun set. Near Boissevain, Manitoba.
(single exposure)
Dyxum's Oktoberfest day 26 D.R.P Dr. Rudolf Hugo Meyer & Co. Görlitz KinoPlasmat 1:1.5 f=2.5cm (C-mount, 1937) at f/1.5.
This white tailed buck has held on to his antlers rather late this year. Up until just a few days ago he had both, but has since lost one. I expect the other will be gone before the week is over.
Southwest Airlines Boeing 737-700 N945WN in special "Florida One" livery touches down at Las Vegas McCarran International Airport, Nevada with a flight from Austin, Texas.
I take it in
I am about to sleep
No one to watch
Only i weep
No turning back
I begin to fall.
Into the darkness
I hear it call.
I cry out to you
Let me see my love
Let me live till then
then i can face hell and all above
He reminds me of all my sins
He says you dont deserve
You will be dead alone
You are not meant for love
I look down on the ground
As my eyes starts to close
My last breath calls her name
My Angel, My Love
This will be it on these for a while but I think I saved the best for last...or at least my favorite.
While the boys and I were playing on the beach with these I told them that we really needed to get out into the water and get a reflection shot. Dylan, my 13, practically ran into the lake even though it was NOT that warm outside and the water was pretty danged chilly. We did several of these. Since he was in the water and there was no way in the world I was going in there he had to light the steel wool himself so in a few you can see he is holding the lighter between his teeth while spinning the burning steel wool over his head. The kid has talent! ha! My nine year did a couple of these as well. They were cold, happy little campers ;)
But there are other pictures from the Thanksgiving vacation waiting to be seen so we'll give this type of playing with fire a rest...and move on to some others ;)
View this on black...it's better that way!
lead me into your darkness
when this world is trying its hardest
to leave me unimpressed
just one caress
from you and i'm blessed
when you think you've tried every road
every avenue
take one more look
at what you found old
and in it you'll find something new
one caress by Depeche Mode