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Hidden and surrounded by the towering rock towers of Adrspach, this small waterfall trickles quietly. Funnily enough, it's also called (what a surprise) "small Waterfall." I've seen more creative names.
I don't know if the waterfall always has so little water, or if I just had bad timing again.
There's also a large waterfall, of course (which was actually predictable). However, it was more of a trickle and therefore not particularly photogenic.
I took a picture anyway. I haven't decided yet whether I'll publish it.
Versteckt und umringt von den hohen Adersbacher Felsentürmen plätschert dieser kleine Wasserfall leise vor sich hin. Witzigerweise heißt der auch noch (was für eine Überraschung) "kleiner Wasserfall". Also ich hab schon kreativere Namen erlebt.
Ob der Wasserfall immer so wenig Wasser führt, oder ob ich mal wieder schlechtes Timing hatte, weiß ich nicht.
Es gibt natürlich auch noch einen großen Wasserfall (was eigentlich auch vorhersehbar war). Allerdings war der eher ein Rinnsahl und damit nicht wirtklich fotogen.
Ein Bild hab ich trotzdem gemacht. Ob ich das noch veröffentliche, hab ich noch nicht entschieden.
The one sporting the long tail is the ostentatious male Scissor-tailed Flycatcher, and the other the lovely, a well-appointed female. I found these guys extremely hard to photograph. They sit for long stretches before taking off without warning. Their flight paths are not predictable and, well, I just had a hard time with them. These are heavily cropped, and I’d like to get a higher resolution image in my portfolio. I don’t see them often and never close to home so I’m hoping I’ll have more chances with them. (Tyrannus forficatus – you’ve gotta love that name) (Sony a1; the male was taken with my 400mm @ f/4, 1/4000 second, ISO 640; the female with my 200-600 lens at 379mm, f/6.3, 1/3200 second, ISO 640)
Goldfinch remained one of those birds that I could easily find from Babuser Pass ...... to Rama Meadows ....... to Deosai Plains ......... somewhat predictably feeding on the same plant ......... though not in plumage I wished for ....... but still beautiful........
...or..."drill baby drill."
Many people believe that money doesn't stink (although it very often does) but it burns also.
In this way, the ship of the new king of America will probably capsize.
An abstract vision,which is clearly predictable,
made with stable diffusion,topaz and photoshop
Grand is the tallest geyser on Earth to have a predictable eruption, its waters reaching heights of up to 200 feet in a short series of bursts (one to five) , separated by between 7 and 15 hours of inactivity. Eruptions typically last for ten minutes, and are followed by gradual replenishment of the 30 foot diameter pool above the vent. Although predicable to a degree, times are subject to an uncertainty of two hours plus or minus, so some patience may be needed to witness an eruption.
Hot spring in the Upper Geyser Basin of Yellowstone National Park.
Fez, Morocco 2018, kent 1600
“If life were predictable it would cease to be life, and be without flavor.” —Eleanor Roosevelt
Winchester & Western's 86 crew arrives at Vardo Yard in Hagerstown with a lengthy train for interchange with NS. Predictably, much of this consist is of sand and related commodities. The lead unit was originally an Illinois Central GP40.
We made the journey to a new spot, Cornwallis Wharf, last weekend to go for a walk. A gorgeous spot, not too busy when we got there but that didn't last long as a beautiful warm (almost) summer day. The wharf was soon occupied by keen fishermen and kids playing in the water. The lighting was really harsh as in the middle of day. I observed the kids jumping off the jetty into the (cold) water. Sometimes it is about what's not in an image. The anticipation, the surprise, the story can be more interesting that the predictable. The contrasty look and negative space suits I think.
I'm as fake as a wedding cake
And I'm vague and I know that I'm homopolitan
Pitifully predictable
Correctly political
I'm the new, I'm the new, new model
I've got nothing inside
Better in the head and in bed, at the office
I can suck it and smile
HORL - Yukie Dress
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DOUX - River hairstyle
.:Avanti:. Kade Stockings
CULT : Charley Boots
Photo taken @ Sunny's Photo Studio - [Since1975] Backdrop - Columns Dark stand alone
The light (outside) has been disappointing; the light inside is predictable. The sort of image that I would have taken four decades ago, probably on medium format and FP4, printed on Record Rapid. I am older now, techniques have changed, maybe I have not changed that much beneath the surface layer that age has bestowed.
ACROS+std, f8, tripod, toned in LR6.
'Late February, and the air's so balmy snowdrops and crocuses might be fooled into early blooming. Then, the inevitable blizzard will come, blighting our harbingers of spring, and the numbed yards will go back undercover.
Gail Mazur
'A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.'
David Steindl-Rast
textures thanks to Joel Olives and French Kiss.
I felt that my stream was becoming a little predictable......waterfall, lighthouse......lighthouse, waterfall.......just like that ( sorry, no fez emoji!), so here's a goat having a colonoscopy!
Bet you didn't expect that! looks like the goat didn't either. 😲
In keeping with the animal theme, here's another bit of complete randomness.
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Captured in Grant Avenue, Norwood, Johannesburg - the predictable bike outside a Tattoo and Piercing Parlour. Irresistible shot!
Bit of a predictable title, eh?
Just a few of the bunches of grapes growing in the parking lot at work.
I doubt you've forgotten this classic by Marvin Gaye but here it is by Creedence Clearwater Revival. Love their cover.
I took a walk today starting in the nearby town of Melton Mowbray, proudly known as Britain's "Rural Capital of Food" particularly famous for it's pork pies and stilton cheese.
I followed part of the Jubilee Way through the country park and along a disused railway track north to the beautiful village of Scalford.
It was just outside of the village that I startled this young Fox who ran away at great speed, then stopped awhile to look at me, before darting off again the moment I raised my camera.
This is a photo shot at full zoom.
It's not a common sight to see them in the daytime out in the fields but many are more commonly spotted in the suburbs from dusk onwards. Some have even become quite tame and will interact with humans to some extent.
On the return trip I followed the course of the river Eye, as the railway route had been hard going as it was so overgrown, beautifully so, with a profusion of Wild Geranium, Knapweed, Yarrow and Willowherb, also nettles and brambles!
Predictably, I had to cross through a large field with an equally large herd of Cows, including some who thought it'd be good sport to charge towards me the moment my back was turned.
Fortunately, I'm an old cowboy who knows their ways and how to encourage them to back off and give me safe passage.
I was originally just going to title this "Surrounded By Beauty" but Dusty predictably suggested that I mention that he was beautiful, too. Oh, and also surrounded by beauty. Sigh.
It's getting quite chilly up here and the morning frost is something else. Usually, we would have fled to a warmer area by now but I'm hoping to last long enough until the Aspen leaves turn their autumn colors.
It's started so I think we'll be OK. There are also deer and elk in the area, too. Most nights and mornings when we go out we startle them (or they startle us). Dusty alerts on them quite quickly. Dash, well. Dash has better things to do.
I started off the year with my first train photos in an entirely predictable location. I know I'm in a tiny minority, but I kind of like these CSXT bongas! My friends judge me harshly for this, and that's not to say I wouldn't prefer an SD40-2 or SD70MAC but I'll still get out of bed for run of the mill GEs. But in all fairness I didn't have to get out of bed early or travel far having spent New Years Eve at Trainmasters Inn in what had become a bit of a new tradition.
East of MP 82 on CSXT's Boston Sub mainline (the one time Boston and Albany Railroad) we see Selkirk to Worcester manifest M436 holding on the controlled siding at right while daily Syracuse to Worcester premium intermodal train I022 runs around them on the mainline.
Palmer, Massachusetts
Sunday January 1, 2023
or in German - "Das ist das Haus von Nikolaus".
With this saying, we teach children to draw a classic gabled house by drawing a line or stroke for each of the six syllables.
Well ... Herzog & de Meuron have chosen a composition that elongates these classic gabled houses and stacks them offset on top of each other, leaving the floor open inwardly where the intersecting surfaces meet in order to lead the stairwells to the various floors. From the inside, the stacked construction is actually not noticeable at all, except perhaps within the open gable window areas.
Well, good architects, even those of the Renaissance, Baroque, or Classicism periods, have always broken the rule of symmetry, either obviously or subtly, because otherwise a building loses its “human” touch and becomes too boring or predictable.
Here I'll show you the place where the simple gable pattern was interrupted and a gabled house "fitted at the waist" was inserted.
(original photo, nothing is faked)
Deutsch
Nun, Herzog und de Meuron haben hier eine Komposition gewählt, diese klassischen Giebelhäuser in die Länge zu ziehen und sie versetzt aufeinander zu stapeln und dort, wo sich die Schnittflächen bilden, den Boden nach innen hin offen zu lassen, um dort die Treppenhäuser in die verschiedenen Etagen zu führen.
Und von Innen ist die Stapelkonstruktion eigentlich gar nicht wahrnehmbar, wird höchsten innerhalb der offenen Giebelfensterflächen etwas deutlich.
Nun, gute Architekten, selbst die der Renaissance oder des Barocks oder des Klassizismus, haben die Regel der Symmetrie immer offensichtlich oder irgendwo subtil unterbrochen, weil ein Gebäude sonst das "Menschliche" verliert und zudem zu langweilig oder Voraussehbar wird.
Hier zeig ich euch die Stelle, wo das einfache Giebelschema unterbrochen wurde und ein "tailliertes" Giebelhaus eingeschoben wurde.
;-) ...
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Better known, with grinding predictability as The Bridge of Sighs.
A relatively new addition to the old heart of Oxford, it was completed in 1914 to link the old quadrangle (on the left) to the new quadrangle of Hertford College.
A young woman after my own heart in the centre of the image squatting on her haunches to take a photo. She will inherit my knees.
Sandhill Cranes and Tree, Tule Fog. © Copyright 2020 G Dan Mitchell – all rights reserved.
A flock of lesser sandhill cranes in a wetland pond in front of a solitary tree in winter tule fog.
Sometimes the way that photographs come into existence seems strange. We put a lot of effort into doing all the things that increase the chances of success — practice, learn technique, develop our ability to see, take care to have the appropriate equipment, go to the locations where photographs are possible, time things correctly, and more. All of these are efforts, I think, to diminish the role of chance. Or, perhaps giving ourselves a bit more credit, steps that increase the odds that we’ll be able to take advantage of good fortune when it comes to us.
The series of recent photographs of sandhill cranes in fog is an example of this dynamic. They certainly involved all of those controllable factors that I listed in the previous paragraph. But I can’t help but acknowledge what it means to create a series of photographs from, literally, not more than a few minutes (perhaps a half hour?) in one spot on one particular morning. Aside from the fact that I knew it was possible that I’d find a scene like this, it was not exactly predictable. The weather could easily have been different, the birds could have been elsewhere, I might have chosen a different day to be there. Yet, on this morning it came together and this series of photographs was the result.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
A first for me, I found this beautiful moth tucked away out of the [unusually] blazing sun deep in the shade of long grass. Lighting was predictably difficult and I skillfully (!?) managed every possible combination of overexposed, underexposed & dubiously focused trying to get a photo.
HMM all the same! :)
Despite photographing hundreds of sunrises and sunsets over many years, sometimes they still surprise you. It was dull, dull, dull and I had lost all expectation of a photogenic end to the afternoon. But never-say-never, the sky burst into colour as I was trudging back to the car. If it was predictable, it would be boring! For the record, this was Ohawe beach (sunset), near Hawera, on the the south Taranaki coast of New Zealand.
Yorkshire Sculpture Park, England, MMXVII
Zak Ové: Black and Blue: The Invisible Men and the Masque of Blackness
Ové says he seeks to “reignite and reinterpret lost culture using new-world materials, whilst paying tribute to both spiritual and artistic African identity”. In this work, he uses graphite to explore what he describes as “future world black”. The artist is constantly seeking ways to express recognisable, traditional African forms whilst avoiding the predictable use of ebony, and exploring the sculptural possibilities of more contemporary materials, such as plastic. The form of the figure on which Black and Blue: The Invisible Men and the Masque of Blackness is based is a small dark wood sculpture given to him as a child by his father, acclaimed filmmaker Horace Ové, in the 1970s. The way in which the original sculpture has travelled across land and time, has been adapted and re-shaped, thereby acquiring new layers of meaning, is a metaphor for the complexities of contemporary identity. Although the gesture is taken from a traditional, existing form, the raised hands resonate with and reference current tensions and the Black Lives Matter protest movement.
Bingo! The attractive Chicago Short Line (CSL) heads east through East Chicago, IN. The train is approaching CP 502 on the NS Chicago Line. I've had bad luck with this railroad in the past, but thanks to a few chirps on the radio, I was able to make it to the tracks in time. Never a predictable schedule...just got to run into them!
East Chicago, IN.
10/19/14
Pelicans are so much easier to shoot than cormorants! They fly slowly and predictably sometimes just hovering. Unfortunately, they hugged the other side of the lake. This was the closest one would come.
One of a pair of breeding residents in the woods around Mud Lake stands guard while its partner remains concealed, on the nest, high above the ground.
This pair, or one very much like it, spent several seasons in one of a handful of predictable locations around the Lake. And then a Barred Owl moved in. Whether killed or driven off, the Screech-Owls have not been located nearby since. A pair that includes a red-morph has been attracting people a couple of miles west along the River for a couple of months, so the species retains a high profile in the area.
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"if you're a bird, i'm a bird" - noah {the notebook}
despite my annoyance with nicholas sparks and his epic love stories full of predictability and redundancy, i happen to love, "the notebook." :)
i'd also like to credit:
for the inspiration & idea :)
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In a scene that may well have been seen in any one of four decades, 2025 almost seems the least likely. Just one caveat: rust and peeling paint is the immediately obvious sign we're not in 1995 anymore. The recently released C40-8Ws were roaming the rails in shiny YN2 "Bright Future" paint, on CSX's hottest intermodals and heavy freights at that time. CSX 7767 and 7836 were delivered as such in 1992, trailing unit 9004 in 1994, and have escaped repainting through three waves of new liveries over the next thirty-some years: YN3, YN3b, and YN3C (as far as those can be distinguished). Althoug 94 such examples remain on the CSX roster, I suspect the operational number must be less than 15-20, having seen massive deadlines of these units in hubs like Waycross, GA.
For this occasion in particular, three units found their way onto L738-14 on December 14th, 2025, not entirely by chance. The locals out of Oglethorpe, Cordele, and Fitzgerald, GA, have sourced power from a localized pool of Dash 8s for several months now, all of which happen to be in YN2 paint. I haven't quite figured out how predictable each local's to-do list and locations-to-be are, but they seem to make runs between aforementioned yards, limited northward by Brownsand and southward by Waycross. One or two days before, the Cordele local's unit needed replaced due to mechanical issues, so Sunday's L738 bringing an extra unit up out of Waycross was relatively predictable. The resulting throwback lashup surely was a sight to see, with all units elephant style to boot! Here the train rushes through Douglas, GA, the day's last sunny scene as they would then sit in a siding west of town until dusk.
After sitting quietly for a while allowing the chipmunks to emerge and scamper around on an upturned sequoia root mass (and getting no satisfactory images) I decided to give up and stand up. A marmot which had been lurking close by (unseen by me) scampered to the roots and posed at close range for me! And I thought they were SHY animals! Nature photography is never predictable.
Crescent Meadow, Sequoia National Park, California
June 15, 2021
Early morning.
Fairly predictable photo's from Keswick, would love to be inventive but I no longer have ability to bend into interesting shapes for angled shots.
Lovely day at Keswick :)
There may be only a few who don’t take her beauty for granted. Few who are able to understand and appreciate it. Often underestimated in her depths, she’s mostly seen by her surface. Some dreamer might venture far out to find something, that’s not expected to exist that way. A new, completely different experience, pure and honest natural beauty, far beyond from the predictability of the mainland.
The unique beauty of this landscape is characterized by the constant interplay of high and low tide. She’s calm and deep, lively and playful, she’s wind and weather and water and light and this combination ensures her constantly changing beauty. You can barely find two of these things at once in the mainlands. Every excursion will bring new discoveries and surprises.
Basically, you can never say for sure what she will look like today. Do you dare to walk at the bottom of the Sea? This hike is both educational, challenging and incomparably beautiful. She is home to millions of birds and serves as an refuge for the flying species to rest and overwinter. From here, you can observe a birds flight at close range without any disturbances.
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In low ebb she’s going to show you her real power, in darkness she’s going to show you the stars til it’s high tide again, she’s sailing along with you to “infinity and far beyond”.
The main cause of the tides are the gravitational forces of the sun and moon on the earth. And If the sun is in a straight line to the moon and the earth, the interplay of sun and moon work together. As a result, they create a higher tidal peak. S’agapo my sunny side of the moon.
The back end of our property has a small patch of woods, and in that patch is a modest pond. The story we were told is that is was a swimming hole many decades ago - and there is indeed a remnant of a diving board - but some boys drowned in it, so the creek that fed it was re-routed, and it now gets replenished only by the rain and snow.
We walk our dog Riley round it routinely, and just the other day I noticed how interesting the reflected trees around it were when the water was stirred up into ripples by the wind. So I've spent a few hours the last few days throwing things into the pond to create ripples, and shooting the results. Reminds me of my Dead Head Days ... sort of, anyway.
Interestingly - and, I suppose, predictably - the camera's autofocus picks up the ripples, which is a different focal plane than the reflections, so the result is out of focus reflections but ripples that are pretty well focused, convenient, as it was the ripples that attracted me to begin with, though the human eye makes adjustments, and seems to see both the ripples and the reflections in focus.
I hope you find this image pleasing, as there are several to many more in the pipeline.
Some eggs, to make a change! These are quite close to hatching, as their little eyes can already be seen! My last upload of the week - predictably!
Upton Magna - Shropshire
Have a good weekend!
Running several hours behind schedule, DILOTOQ departs Ilo in evening sun with copper ore empties for Southern Copper's Toquepala Mine. Typically, the Toquepala and Cuajone trains convoy in and convoy out, but an unexplained delay kept the 2nd train in the yard well beyond it's normal departure. While it thwarted a long chase into the desert, it afforded us some rare nice light to work with in town as typically this is high-sun exclusive. The timetables for both trains were a lot less predictable than our first trip
EMPRA crosses Annis Creek on April 9, 1986. EMPRA was a predictable late afternoon eastbound west of Altoona.
The trick to catching it was driving west from the Eau Claire area (I was student at UW-Eau Claire at this time), and keep an eye on ABS westbound signals dropping to approach and stop. I caught this one coming down Knapp Hill and chased it east back to Eau Claire.
Day 190. I took more photos of gogodragons today, but am trying to keep them away from my public photostream for a while as its becoming a bit predictable.
So instead today is a shot taken with my new lens. The Canon EF 100mm f/2.8L Macro IS USM to be precise. Didn't have much time to play around and the cat wasnt in the mood for it either.
Expect more macro shots over the coming days...
hunas falls, Sri Lanka.
A rare damselfly of mountain streams. I had to wade out to get this picture and I'm pleased with it.... but try as I might, I was unable to capture the full beauty of it with wings open. It gets it's name from the beautiful metallic iridescent tops of the wings. Although they only rest with the undersides showing, this one was flicking it's wings open for a split second every 30-40 seconds or so for several minutes. My reactions were not fast enough and it's timing was not predictable enough to anticipate the moment.
It was turning into one of those indecisive mornings. “Shall we go and lounge by the pool and read until lunchtime, and then head down to the beach? Or will we get in the car and head off for the day?” Neither of us could make our minds up. It’s often like this, and until we close the front door, we could be heading anywhere between fifty yards away and the other end of the island. It’s part of what makes us so fascinating, and no doubt would drive anyone else unfortunate enough to end up in a long term relationship with either of us to the edge of their senses. All things considered, it’s a good job Ali and I found each other. Neither of us seems to mind when one asks the other what we’re going to do today, only to draw a distant gaze and a blank response.
If anything, I’m a little more driven than she is, and so I made the call. “Right, we’ll go back to that place in Femes for lunch, then we’ll go and visit one of the bodegas at La Geria, and after that I want to go and walk up the red mountain for sunset” – that’s Montana Colorada by the way. “Ok,” came the predictable response. And so we had a plan; a nice simple one that didn’t require too much thought or too much driving. We’d drive up the mountain pass from Playa Blanca to the village of Femes that sits on the saddle, and the rest of the day would follow as planned.
Except that it didn’t. 12:30 we agreed was a bit early for lunch, and so we drove in the other direction and headed for a menu del dia at the place we’d stumbled across in Teguise a few days earlier. And just to make things interesting, we decided to go along the main road rather than the wine route, just to have a bit of a test run for that inevitable drive to the airport just over a week later. “It’ll be faster” I reasoned. It wasn’t, especially after a couple of wrong turns, one of which almost had us heading into the jams of Arrecife, the island capital. Eventually, we arrived at a dinner table to be served by a very harassed looking waiter, whom it seemed was working solo through the busy lunch hour. As he unceremoniously thumped our drinks onto the table and feigned no interest whatsoever in our opposing views on the inclusion of tuna in our ensaladas mixtas, we wondered who’d thrown a sickie and left him in the lurch. After the meal I was too frightened to ask for coffee as well, and spent the next twenty-five minutes looking for another establishment to replenish the caffeine deficit. The first such attempt found us hastily evacuating our seats, scarpering around a corner and tracing an elaborate circuit of the town after Ali had seen the price list. Six euros for a scoop of ice cream? Not on your Nellie!
Some time later, happily refuelled with coffee and ice cream we sat at a bench in the church square. By now it was some time after 4pm, and with less than two hours until sunset we considered the options. At the far end of the island, just another twelve miles or so away lay the Mirador del Rio, offering a classic view of the three small islands that fan away from the northeast corner of Lanzarote, while retracing our tyre treads down to the coast would bring us to the wreck of the Telamon, a long exposure magnet that lies a few yards out to see between Costa Teguise and Arrecife. Tentatively, we set course for the former, where the road rides up to its highest point on the island between Los Valles and Haria. And still several miles short of our target, as we sat at a layby gazing down at the white coastal villages of Punta Mujeres and Arrieta far below, we changed our minds again – and then furthered the endless mystery of our final destination by missing the turn without signpost that was supposed to take us to the Mirador del Risco de Famara.
As you can see, the error turned into what Bob Ross would call a happy accident. Finally, somewhere around five, we ended up here, at the lonely and altitudinous Ermita de las Nieves. Quite how often there’s ever been snow here, even at this distance above sea level I’m not sure, although I did need to put my long sleeved top on over my tee shirt to brave the last hour of daylight on this late November afternoon, as a fellow visitor from France told me his wife was very jealous of my telephoto lens. The view across the volcanoes that dominate the landscape over to the west from where we’d come was, well you can see for yourself can’t you? Even before the golden hour, it seemed evident that we were going to be in for a show, as layers of cloud allowed sunbeams to filter through and light up the spaces in between the distant cones. For an hour I watched from behind the long lens transfixed, as the colours deepened and the sunbeams bounced and weaved their way into ever more epic frames. As the sunbeams moved, I continually followed the drama, recomposing and focussing as quickly as I could keep up. It’s not often that I get to spend time in a landscape like this, and certainly I’d never seen a sunset sky such as the one we were witnessing now in the mountains. Eventually, the sun having disappeared for the day and the magic leaving centre stage almost instantaneously, I headed back to the car with an enormous grin on my face. The day of sliding door decisions had given us the best possible outcome with a sunset we’d never forget. It’s a good job we’re not that great at making our minds up, or we’d have probably missed it.
At the height of the intense winter weather experienced by the Chicago area this past season, Amtrak's Hiawatha Service- and others- encountered multiple issues. Predictably, the SC44 Chargers on one of the sets of equipment in regular rotation failed, necessitating rescue by P42s- on both ends of the train. To add insult to injury, the *other* set also ran into cold-related problems, and died somewhere to the north. As a result, both sets were combined for the southbound run into Chicago, following train 338's time slot. Here, the sorry mess of a train limps through the deep snow towards Chicago Union Station, passing under the Racine Ave (CP Morgan) signal bridge. The old ADM mill in the background- served until recently by an NS job that used the final remainder of the Pennsy "Panhandle" line in this area- is sadly being torn down as I type this.
The stream was born in melting snow,
innocent crystals, a life to go,
miles of forest to travel,
in a steady flow,.
and let's hope the oceans
will be clean,
not polluted by indifference,
where oil destroy a dream;
we have seen it too much;
a predictable scene