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Okay... My first test-flight didn't go as well as I certainly expected.
No worries.
Good science is based on keen observation, assessment, and continued experimentation within updated and controlled parameters.
Previously, I wasn't high enough and needed more propellers. In hindsight, I do feel a little dumb on the matter. Three is the magic number.
No worries.
This time, I'm scaling the Eiffel Tower in Trafalgar Circus for my next scientific leap into Famousdom.
This friendly young man waited on me yesterday I couldn't help but noticed his positive attitude and jovial disposition!
You know, I’ve only ever shot anything on the NS Bloomington district once - by total accident. Now I can make that twice, and still by accident! What started as a day I just decided to get out of the house and grab of a photo of some equipment in Tolono turned into my first look at the signals on the NS line and a chase to remember.
Thanks to a headsup and some on-the-fly information from some friends, I was able to catch NS D36 flying through the CP at Osman at speed. A short hike alongside the right-of-way off of a small gravel road leads to Osman, home of a very nice set of searchlight signals. With SafeTran signals cropping up al over the line, it begs the question of just how long we'll have to shoot them.
Once the train blew through Osman, it was time to scurry back to the car and try to beat it to Lodge!
Optimism is the main secret to longevity!!!...
Two years ago she "left"., did not live 1 year to her centenary...
This was the day the Supreme Court allowed the Administration's ban on transgender people serving in the military to go into effect while the cases worked their way through the courts. I raced back to my hotel room from the Pentagon for a quick lunch break (where no eating occurred) to work the phones before heading back to the building for afternoon meetings.
After that last meeting it was another rush back to change and get ready for my appearance on NBC Nightly News that evening. I flew through that prep work and think the interview came out quite well, if short.
In distinction to Rarapan, Velvia is one of my favorite films, with color vibrancy unparalleled by other films (although I need to qualify that with need to get some Ektachrome in 120). Using a Fuji GSWII 690, was able to find some color during these days of distancing.
Not only did the ground hog enjoy a shadow-free exit from his hutch in Punxatawny, Pennsylvania, but I saw robins this weekend! Two indications that spring is not far away.
Okay, I have this totally down. I'm dressed rather well for the occasion; a nice gothic dress, no make-up ( this IS for science, don'tcha know ), EXA-1 elbow-pads, and knee-pads, and a snazzy helmet. Don't forget safety-glasses, kids, if you try this at home!
Besides, the first test is only three or so stories high. And with so many super-heroes working tables across the street, you won't find me singing "Somebody Save Me", on the way down.
It's in the bag!
First flight results soon!
On a quiet Chinatown block, this mural turns a plain façade into a layered conversation about labor, belief, and forward motion. The composition unfolds horizontally, anchored by two figures who never quite meet: one bent inward, absorbed in a phone, the other reaching outward, arm extended toward something just beyond the frame. Between them, geometry, pattern, and maritime imagery collide, stitched together by color and line rather than narrative clarity.
What makes the scene distinctly San Francisco is its restraint. The palette stays cool and coastal—blue-grays, teals, and muted reds—allowing the wall to sit comfortably within the street rather than shouting over it. Even the bold typography of “OPTIMISM” feels weathered and earned, less slogan than artifact. The mural doesn’t erase the building beneath it; windows, trim, and surface texture remain visible, reminding you this is a working street, not an outdoor gallery.
There’s a quiet tension here between movement and stillness. The figures suggest action, yet the street is empty, the sidewalk bare. That pause gives the work space to breathe and lets the viewer read it slowly, the way San Francisco often asks you to—through fragments, overlaps, and contradictions. It’s public art that rewards proximity without demanding attention.
Photographed straight-on, the mural becomes a flat plane of ideas held in balance by the city itself. It’s not decorative; it’s situational. Another example of how San Francisco’s street art works best when it feels inseparable from the block it inhabits.
it's been a while woah
time to catch up on streams
i hope you can tell that my skin is gold. it's paint and it took forever to get on/off
206/365
big thankyou to lili, my ever wonderful muse!
I dunno what it is but I think this is one of my absolute fave shots ever... i think it's personal preference but there's something about this one that made me intake my breath when i saw it on the camera screen.
ODC- optimism or pessimism
i am so optimistic in the mornings... about what i can do or get done in the course of the day.
i find i turn into a pessimist by the end of the day... is it because of my expectations?
For Round 33 of Get Pushed, I was paired with Mimyo Foto, whose stream is rich and interesting -- do take a look.
He lives in South Korea, and says he is tired of hearing all the rhetoric and threats. So he challenged me to an uplifting push:
"What I want from you is a photo showing the good side of humanity. A glimpse at something that makes life worth living or shows the greatness we are capable of."
For some reason, I found this incredibly difficult. I was already having a hard time with it, then there was Boston. Then West, Texas. And hours of live coverage. What I eventually went with was an image that screamed spring, fresh air, freedom, and the optimism of youth. I hope that's what it conveys anyway. I don't think I hit the nail on the head though.
If you'd like a little push (or a big one), come join us. Get Pushed is a ton of fun, and n00bs need not be afraid!!
Ice creams and lollies for sale in Burnley's Towneley Park. (There were some customers)
Burnley, Lancashire, UK
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it was not the easiest moment in my life and the sign was kind of a breaking point for me
no era uno de los mejores momentos de mi vida y este cartel fue una especie de punto de quiebre
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QbHhm4620I
on an optimistic note, watch at
3 minutes 20 seconds and 5 minutes 35
seconds to see the past anew.
Wild with light, warped and wind-whipped, the tree line is blasted with a sort of enchantment. It is a boundary; both a conclusion and an aperture, a hinterland of possibility, as it transcends two worlds and none, the class of place that fairy tales are set and mythology grows from the earth.
Line is erroneous here, there are no straight ranks, that is a falsehood of distance and this is a natural finale for the close, cool, cosseted-ness of the forest; slow recoil, diminishing and fading with elevation and exposure. But there is no retreat; in the way only a tree can show its tenacity and perseverance, by fighting to a bitter end, but never giving ground. The Germans call it krummholz meaning twisted wood caused by wind and between those twists and turns there exist for the imaginative eye a feast of forms and hollows where who-knows-what may dwell; they seem to imply a curse over the solemnity of the moor, a land of russet bracken, purple heather, the dark rubies of the winberry and a dominant sky.
In short it is a place that would frighten small children, but in my old, bitter and twisted-cynical years, it is a place to find what little delight the world can still offer. Maybe there is meaning in finding gratification in the midst of the fight for life; a metaphor in that tenacity; and even an optimism in that a long hard life reveals an undiscovered beauty.
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Part of my Tree Line project
These wild cows and me got on really well. After some hours locals came along and adviced me to park my car elsewhere to avoid damage. As it happens my car is the cheapest on the market, but was brandnew. I followed the advice, but I was not the least concerned