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Another Kodachrome digitalization, this shot from 1986 at the pool. Camera was Nikon FA, and lens was probably 50mm f/1.4 ai-s. digitalized with Z7ii and z 105mm f/2.8 s. with a lengthened es-2 slide copier.
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This is it you see.
This is the cage of your own making,
Which keeps you trapped.
Pacing about in the smallest possible space forever.
Break Out Now~
Ryan was excited to go out in her new hoodie from Suedehead and check out the snow we got this morning... but by the time she got outside it had melted! Oh well, she had fun strolling around the yard and listing to her iPod anyway!
THANKS for the awesome hoodie, Mar!! :o)
This is Cassie trying to understand chess. It's not at all what I had in mind but she wasn't very co-operative and to be honest, it was too hot to try anything else. So I just went with this. Pretty bad. Again. But nevermind.
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"I'm bleeding out
Said if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bear my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you"
-Imagine Dragons
My emotions are bleeding out of me all the time. Sometimes they are constant sometimes not. If you really knew what I was thinking, then you would truly know how I feel about everything in this world. Songs inspire me to take photographs and make them. I used red thread to signify blood in my own way.
I've got a thing for cars.
Old or new, it doesn't really matter to me as long as it's got some sort of character. I have a little fondness for old, used cars - there's a kind of modern anthropology about riding around in a car that's carried so many other drivers and passengers before me. What faded note or forgotten cassette tape will I find in the glove box? What did they listen to on the radio? Where did they go on Friday night?
I'd seen this old Herbie a few times on the way home from our happy hour spot, Jax. Each time I passed, I'd slow down a little, stare out my window, and imagine myself in that cute little bug. I thought about the guy or girl who had loved it and revved the engine a little at traffic lights. I'd think about how if the price was right, I'd pick it up - just for goofing around on the weekend.
I go through this a lot - I know I can scrape together $1500 for that old beater that would just be the coolest toy for the summer.
After eyeing it for a month or so, I finally told Allan that I wanted to take a look at it - if it was in running shape I'd buy it and throw a cheap, loud stereo in it and love it all summer long. Allan's owned an old Beetle himself, and I think seeing the flicker of excitement in my eyes sort of rekindled his need to tinker. I could tell the idea piqued his interest, too.
We pulled over, and I tried to stifle the hop in my step as I got out of the car. Never let the salesman see how bad you want it.
I looked Herbie over, and disappointedly noticed all the rusted out pitholes, the completely destroyed interior and a list of other things I'm not equipped to fix. Allan flatly objected: "Twenty-six hundred dollars? This isn't worth $500."
Sadly, I knew Allan was right.
So, I just contented myself to come back and take a few pictures and leave the rest of it to my imagination.
The survivor wandered among the charred ash and splintered wood lying about the street, trying to find shelter.
"I know you are somewhere out there in this big city - come and find me..."
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A poor day weather-wise on Monday meant that I hadn't set foot outside the house by tea-time.
The appearance of an STP Kingmoor - Sellafield light-engines move allied to a slight reduction in the general gloom meant that I was going out for it, if for no other reason than to prevent myself going stir-crazy!
I plumped for St. Bees as whatever the consist was (no gen') it would have to slow for the token exchange and I could get away with a reduced shutter speed in the murk.
The driver of No.20305 prepares to lean out and accomplish the exchange with the signalman.
Nos.20309 & 57008 complete the trio.
My old Kyocera compact film camera. I haven't used it for years, but for some reason there's an unfinished roll of film still in there.
Taken for Our Daily Challenge "Out of balance" theme with Nikon D60 + 85mm Micro Nikkor lens.
It was so precariously perched that at one point it actually fell over and off the table! Thank goodness it survived the fall.
It is called work out - not play out - because it isn't fun. I will get my body back. Failure is not an option.
I like this photo because I think it does capture the pleasure. I've just walked four miles uphill out of that valley and I'm feeling on top of the world. There is nobody around for miles and I love this bleak landscape.
I had some time to spare before my train home so I went out to Miller Street to grab a couple of shots of the large amount of Tridents which are dumped there.
Not a happy sight for a Trident fan, as I doubt any of these Y/TOH batch will ever work again despite most looking intact and pretty presentable.
This photo shows 4194, 4159 (very faded and partially out of sight), 4162 and 4197. RIP....
25.4.18.
Image of residents being forced to move their belongings in the wake of the damage that Hartlepool's Great Timber Yard Fire (1922) has done to their house.
Photograph Collection No : 369
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