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CAtching the last of the reflected light after sunset.
26 Dec 2021, Train 962, 7036-7226, Teschemakers, SIMT-NZ
I was out for a walk at our local lagoon the other day. I enjoyed the walk, but there weren't very many subjects to photograph. I was just about ready to leave with my SD card nearly empty when this Finch landed right in front of me on some dried twigs. I got off a couple of quick snaps before it took off and came home with a neat environmental portrait for my effort.
The Parting Glass is an old Irish song about a man who is having his last drink at his pub. He is saying goodbye to his friends but the song doesn't tell us why he is having "to go." One can speculate from the words that perhaps he is dying. It is a sad song, one of lonliness and isolation and yet somewhat of a celebration of a man's frienships and good memories. I'm submitting it for the Jan 25, 2021 Macro Monday's theme of "Lockdown Song". By the way, it's played in the key of Am.
In this high key image a barefoot sailor stands at attention on the bowsprit of Kaiwo Maru during the departure ceremony, as a sailor at the end of the bowsprit waves his hardhat in the air and shouts a salute as she gets ready to leave Steveston, BC en route to a stopover in Hawaii on her way back to Japan.
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Sunday's chase of Job 2 ended us at Mile 19 where many with Job 1 usually start. I had planned to get out to the trestle but didn't break away early enough to leave time, thinking the sun was going to be too far around.Come to find out I was sorely mistaken. Nevertheless, we did make it in time to find high ground on the rock ledges to get the train easing down toward Onawa and the home stretch to Brownville Jct.
DI1 pulls into Osspiee Aggregates to spot their empties from Rochester. They ran to Dover as a local job today due to BODO never making it out of Boston. The weather forecast was crap all day so I didn't plan on going out, but near the end of my work day the sun started coming out so I chanced it. It made for a good afternoon.
More lightning from my July trip! The power of a creator that can make something like this, amazing. However, that same power raised Jesus from the dead and can raise us, if we will give Him our heart. Something to think about. Thanks for stopping by and have a Merry Christmas!!
Sunset from the aft observation lounge aboard the M/V Kennicott somewhere off the coast of British Columbia.
Although this location was not our last, I figured this would be a good one to close out the series of this epic two day chase me Nolan and Nick were lucky to have chasing the most beautiful set of cab units in the country (a fact not an opinion). Thanks for putting up with all the posting the last few days now back to our regular scheduled program.
An SUV churns through a particularly deep puddle, and a massive wave of water erupts around it, engulfing everything in its path, a backwoods carwash.
A shot from last Friday evening in the Wheat fields, the tractor line made a nice spot to plant my tripod to capture a rather nice sunset sky, this field I`m sure would have been harvested by now as we have seen at least one Combine Harvester today.
More images to come from a nice evening in the Wheat fields of Sussex.
This Union Pacific local is eastbound on the Fairmont Subdivision passing harvest activity among the fields between Welcome and Fairmont. The train just passed the Valero ethanol facility and will bypass the industries in the Fairmont industrial park and continue to Mason City.
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Wandering below the hadean seal
Shaking, mortified, making my way back to nowhere
This skeletal mask brings a demon of the day
There never would have been a light if the messenger in still life had regard for
The son of the damaged soul
Send the mirror falling
Heavens see that this man once had value among all the golden
But eccentric revisions in life brought on decay
Take submission from a man in control
Set the sail blowing, search for peace
A loose feeling consuming me
Blood is spent
A token for my sacrifice
Fallen angel, you speak my name
The needle turns, the hourglass is spinning around
Give it, I want it... a sense of a fucking life
I can almost feel mine at home
Selfish cries
I'm diseased
Let it pour out and show what has healed
One can finally find what's left in this masochistic personality
In a holy bond we live
Take a breath for seconds in this moment
Sail upon the open skies (Sail upon the open skies, Sail upon the open skies)
Exhale your death and feel life, like water raining from above
Majestic aura
Take in my breath and lock eyes with a world once absent of your love
Majestic aura
Blood is spent
A token for my sacrifice
The tortured realm has released my name
I can feel my body parting with this world Rebirth is starting from within
I'm born some place beyond your time
I'm born some place beyond your time Selfish cries
Flaunt disease
Own what's mine
Death upon my knees
Let it pour out and show what has healed
One can finally find what's left inside this masochistic personality
In a holy bond we live
Take a breath for seconds in this moment
Sail upon the open skies
Let it pour out and show what has healed
One can finally find what's left inside this masochistic personality
In a holy bond we live
Take a breath for seconds in this moment
Sail upon the open skies
Floating up above the hadean seal
Sounds of ambient voices will lead me from nowhere
This skeletal mask brings a demon of the day
It doesn't hurt to look back. As photographers we tend to be focused, locked into what's in front of us. We navigate the landscape moving forward, searching for a composition. No real surprise given our evolution and the placement of our eyes.
But, like I said, it doesn't hurt to look back.
Yosemite National Park, California
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©2017, by Denis D'Arbela
Rough Ridge, Blue Ridge Parkway, North Carolina
There were many times on this morning in which the fog completely shrouded the ridge but I liked this moment where a little part allowed some firs to show through.