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Plowed snow evolves into all kinds of shapes. Followed by the melting and refreezing, a glaze and filigree forms on the upper surface and edges. Add to it, the afternoon sun, which is always a gift, you have nature's abstract sculpture.

 

Snow Storm - Feb. 2017

 

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Canon AE-1, Canon FD 50mm 1:1.4, AGFA Vista ISO 200

Bückeburg (Germany)

Date: 17. July 2010

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In the small village of Tintagel is a 14th-century stone house, built to the plan of a medieval manor house. It is called "The Old Post Office", The name dates from the Victorian period when it briefly held a licence to be the letter receiving station for the district. The National Trust has restored it to this condition. It was among the early acquisitions of the Trust (1903)

 

Cornwall Holiday 2013 04 0366 Tintagel HDR

6x4lives challenge for January. Postcard to wish all my good friends a very "Happy New Year". The photo is poor - the felt is not really grubby!

Late afternoon, just before sunset on Tealham Moor, Somerset Levels.

 

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Metro-North Railroad BL14CG locomotive 401 is seen on display at the railroad's Harmon Shop during the 2024 open house event.

The old post office, which you may know as the bank from The Dark Knight.

 

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I like the sequence and how the wind lifted the feathers.

One of the abandoned toys left behind in the Pripyat kindergarten when the city of 50,000 people was abandoned when the number 4 reactor at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant exploded 26 April 1986

Following last night's crazy storm, there was a beautiful sunset. This sunset turned everything orange. Absolutely no filters used nor any post-processing

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What an afternoon! We did a lovely circular drive around the Lake District, and luckily I chose to do it an anti-clockwise direction. Our last stop was Derwentwater (at Keswick) where there was a glorious low-hanging mist - had we gone there first, earlier in the day, we would've seen nothing, as the town had been covered in thick fog which only lifted as the sun began to set.

Purported to the smallest post office in the US, it operated from 1878 and 1953. So named for all of the postmasters that worked there of the same name.

 

At one point it was moved to the top of Whiteside Mountain, in the background, but was eventually moved to its current location near Cashiers, NC after being restored.

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The bulk of this old fence post has rotted away leaving the inner structure of the tree from which it was cut on show.

The original post would have been 3" in diameter, this remaining core is a little under 2".

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Cooperative work with Lukasz Libuszewski. More pictures and building instructions: brickative.shoplo.com/category/modulars/post-office

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“ I’m walking alone through this isolated wasteland. Alone. Only me and the loneliness. A G-36, a MP3 player and a pair of mags: all I got.

Two weeks since that fucking day ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2z7D4eRD6Cs ) . We were ten and now… God, it was awful. They appeared from nowhere, surprising us. We hadn’t time enough to react. All we could do was keeping the finger on the trigger and shooting them. It wasn’t enough. For each one we killed, two more arrived. Running, hiding and shooting we were falling. My mates shouted and I couldn’t do anything, I was impotent. One of them reached me; a pretty scar from it was given to me.

Now I’m listening to music, searching for a scope or a silencer, or whatever useful thing I can find. ( www.youtube.com/watch?v=2VlEdZyJMjU )

One moment….what the hell is that noise….?

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Fuck…

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Seems to be a difficult time in 3, 2, 1…”

  

Credit to Cap.Psycho for the special tap and Worlock for the letters and bio-sign. Enjoy

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