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A low perspective on Spirit Island and the box canyon it sits in at the south end of Maligne Lake.
Spiritual: relating to or affecting the human spirit or soul as opposed to material or physical things."
Standing here moved me and felt like I was standing in the middle of the grandest Cathedral or Mosque in the world.
The lake was named by
Father Pierre-Jean De Smet, Maligne meaning "wicked or malignant" in French. The harsh winters and turbulent passage of it's outlet to it's confluence with the Athabasca River were probably why he named it so. Seems it should have been called "Magnifique Lake" to me.
"The island is a spiritual place for the Stoney Nakoda First Nation, who believe mountains are physical representations of their ancestors. The fact that Spirit Island is surrounded on three sides by the same mountain range is very rare and makes it particularly significant to the Stoney."
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This is installment number 2 of the Billy Joel collection. It's amazing how Billy captured every day scenarios that anyone can relate to.
This song is dedicated to everyone that is being told what is best for them or that they are doing something wrong.
It's important to have strong convictions and stay true to yourself. While it's great to receive advice from others, ultimately it's up to you to make your own decisions in order to achieve true happiness. Failure to do so can lead to feelings of regret, which can be a burden to bear on your own. It's crucial to follow your dreams and pursue your passions in life, as this is the surest way to live a fulfilling and satisfying life.
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Lyrics
Got a call from an old friend we used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Closed the shop, sold a house, bought a ticket to the west coast
Now he gives them a stand-up routine in L.A.
I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore this is my life
Go ahead with your own life leave me alone
I never said you had to offer me a second chance
(I never said you had to)
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
(I never said)
I still belong (still belong)
Don't get me wrong (don't get me wrong)
You can speak your mind but not on my time
They will tell you you can't sleep alone in a strange place
Then they'll tell you you can't sleep with somebody else
Oh, but sooner or later you sleep in your own space
Either way it's okay, you wake up with yourself
I don't need you to worry for me 'cause I'm alright
I don't want you to tell me it's time to come home
I don't care what you say anymore this is my life
Go ahead with your own life leave me alone
I never said you had to offer me a second chance
(I never said you had to)
I never said I was a victim of circumstance
(Gf circumstance)
I still belong (still belong)
Don't get me wrong (don't get me wrong)
You can speak your mind but not on my time
I don't care what you say anymore this is my life
Go ahead with your own life leave me alone
Wikipedia: The raccoon (Procyon lotor), sometimes called the common raccoon to distinguish it from other species, is a mammal native to North America. It is the largest of the procyonid family, having a body length of 40 to 70 cm (16 to 28 in), and a body weight of 5 to 26 kg (11 to 57 lb). Its grayish coat mostly consists of dense underfur, which insulates it against cold weather. Three of the raccoon's most distinctive features are its extremely dexterous front paws, its facial mask, and its ringed tail, which are themes in the mythologies of the indigenous peoples of the Americas relating to the animal. The raccoon is noted for its intelligence, as studies show that it is able to remember the solution to tasks for at least three years. It is usually nocturnal and omnivorous, eating about 40% invertebrates, 33% plants, and 27% vertebrates.
Conservation status: Least Concern
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They will relate your photograph to their memories. That interplay is where a picture becomes alive and grows into something :-)
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Something interesting information about their vulnerability to predators relates to their feeding habits. Bulls tend to feed at full stretch with their heads tipped upwards. This makes them less able to keep watch for predators while feeding. An interesting giraffe fact shows that in the Kruger National Park lions kill 1,8 times as many bulls as cows.
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Can relate this picture with life. Outside people shows happiness,smiling faces but inside it’s empty...
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Oh, why can't I be what you need?
A new improved version of me
But I'm nothing so good, no, I'm nothing...
Just bones, a lonely ghost burning down songs
Of violence, of love, and of sorrow
I beg for just one more tomorrow!
Where you hold me down, fold me in
Deep deep deep in the heart of your sins
I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two and each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life!
But you don't see me, you don't
Here I'm pinned between darkness and light
Bleached and blinded by these nights
Where I'm tossing and tortured till dawn
By you, visions of you, then you're gone
The shock bleeds the red from my face
When I hear someone's taken my place
How could love be so thoughtless, so cruel?
When all, all that I did was for you...
I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two and each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life!
But you don't see me, you don't
I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two and each piece of me dies
And only you can give the breath of life!
But you don't see me, you don't
I'd break in two over you
I'd break in two over you
Over you
I'd break in two
I would break in two for you
Now you see me
Now you don't
Now you need me
Now you don't
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adjective
relating to the universe or cosmos, especially as distinct from the earth.
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Managed a quick trip to the beach in order to see if California is OPEN yet. Most coastal access remains closed, with all parking areas blocked.
But I found this Guy racing around a rest stop, and managed to get a shot before he raced off.
For a generation of viewers, the familiar “beep, beep” of Warner Brothers’ cartoon Roadrunner was the background sound of Saturday mornings.
(Although commonly quoted as "meep meep", Warner Brothers, the current owner of all trademarks relating to the duo, lists "beep, beep" as the Road Runner's sound, along with "meep, meep." )
Despite the cartoon character’s perennial victories over Wile E. Coyote, real-life coyotes present a real danger to Roadrunners; Coyotes can reach a top speed of 43 miles an hour—more than twice as fast as roadrunners.
Roadrunner can outrace a human, kill a rattlesnake, and thrive in the harsh landscapes of the Desert Southwest. Roadrunners reach two feet from sturdy bill to white tail tip, with a bushy blue-black crest and mottled plumage that blends well with dusty shrubs. As they run, they hold their lean frames nearly parallel to the ground and rudder with their long tails.
Roadrunners have evolved a range of adaptations to deal with the extremes of desert living. Like seabirds, they secrete a solution of highly concentrated salt through a gland just in front of each eye, which uses less water than excreting it via their kidneys and urinary tract. Moisture-rich prey including mammals and reptiles supply them otherwise-scarce water in their diet. Both chicks and adults flutter the un-feathered area beneath the chin (gular fluttering) to dissipate heat.
Roadrunners eat poisonous prey, including venomous lizards and scorpions, with no ill effect, although they’re careful to swallow horned lizards head-first with the horns pointed away from vital organs. Roadrunners can also kill and eat rattlesnakes, often in tandem with another roadrunner: as one distracts the snake by jumping and flapping, the other sneaks up and pins its head, then bashes the snake against a rock. If it’s is too long to swallow all at once, a roadrunner will walk around with a length of snake still protruding from its bill, swallowing it a little at a time as the snake digests.
Based on banding records, the oldest roadrunner was at least 7 years old.
- The Cornell Lab of Ornithology
(600 mm, 1/2000 @ f/9.0, ISO 1000)
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The Wallow Fire, named for the Bear Wallow Wilderness area where the fire originated, was a massive wildfire that started in the White Mountains near Alpine, Arizona on May 29, 2011. The fire eventually spread across the stateline into western New Mexico, United States.[2][3] By the time the fire was contained on July 8, it had consumed 538,049 acres (2,177 km2) of land, 522,642 acres (2,115 km2) in Arizona and 15,407 acres (62 km2) in New Mexico.[1]
The fire was started accidentally by two men who were camping. They cooperated with prosecutors and pleaded guilty to misdemeanor charges relating to mismanagement of their campfire.[4] In November, 2012 they were ordered to pay restitution in the amount of $3.7 million.[5][6]
The communities of Alpine,[1] Blue River, Greer, Nutrioso, Sunrise, Springerville, Eagar in Arizona,[7][8] and Luna in New Mexico were evacuated. In addition to other aircraft, a converted DC-10 Very Large Air Tanker ("VLAT"), capable of dropping up to 12,000 gallons of fire retardant in seconds, was deployed to help fight the fire.[9][10] On June 11, 2011, the leading edge of the fire advanced into Catron County, New Mexico.[11]
On June 12, evacuations were lifted for Eagar, Springerville and South Fork.[12] On June 14, the Wallow Fire became the largest fire in Arizona history, passing the Rodeo-Chediski Fire, which burned 732 square miles (1,900 km2) in 2002. On June 18 and 20, evacuations were lifted for Alpine[13] and Greer[14] and on June 21, the evacuation for Luna, NM was lifted.[15] Additionally, the Apache National Forest was closed to the public.[16]
On July 3, the fire was 95% contained. The Wallow Fire was declared 100% contained as of 6 p.m., July 8.[1]
Four commercial buildings were destroyed; 36 outbuildings were destroyed and one damaged; 32 residences were destroyed and 5 damaged. The estimated cost was $109 million.
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Wolverton Mountain - Claud King
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I'm the Girl from Wolverton Mountain - Jo Ann Campbell
Entropy is a physical property of one system that relates to its degree of disorder. It is a concept I came across when at university, and I confess I had much trouble grasping it. The second principle of thermodynamics -- which Einstein considered to be the first law of all sciences -- states, in very simple terms, that unless you do something (some work is produced) systems will always get more and more disorganised.
I now see it everywhere....
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that relate to my experiences :-)
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Still in my garden.
Scam or mistake - you decide! This relates to copyright accusation (libellous) on my original photo 'G'Day' of this same flower on my photostream where someone is trying to claim it as theirs.
This photograph here is also of the same flower, taken as the EXIF data shows - exactly 2 and a half minutes after the first, but from a slightly different angle.
Did the person alleging copyright breach take this one also? If they think someone with a 90% sight loss is an easy touch - that would be a mistake.
I have also added on my photostream a photo of the same flower *G'Day 2* taken just now after the accusation with the same yellow dogwood and rose leaves. In this one the dahlia is looking tired.
You can see the original accusation and my responses on my original photo here.
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It is a ridiculous claim and can havee no foundation.
The house relates to the middle 19th Century; its last owner was Kuryk Mykola Vasylovych. The house comprises of three parts – a house, a mudroom and a small house. Its external walls aren’t covered, only strips are painted around its windows and doors. Such strips are specific for houses from Vyzhytskyj and Putylivskyj districts of Chernivtsi Region. Art painting and strips are very distinct decorations for houses of lowland Bukovyna. The house’s joyful interior is created by grapes depicted on the stove, around windows and on pokut (the sacred place of a traditional home). The most widespread patterns in Korytne village are grapes, arrow-wood leaves, hops and crosses on bases.
The house is built of smereka and poplar wood, its area equals to 58.8 square meters.
Хата із села Коритне Вижницького району Чернівецької області
Датується серединою ХІХ ст. Останній власник - Курик Микола Васильович. Складається із трьох частин - хати, сіней і хатчини. Зовні хата не мащена, тільки підведені смуги коло вікон та дверей. Така підводка характерна тільки для хат з Вижницького та Путильського районів Чернівецької області. Характерною декоративною оздобою для хат підгірської Буковини є розпис і підводка. Святковий інтер’єр у великій хаті створює розпис у виноград на печі, коло вікон на покуті. Найбільш поширений розпис у с.Коритному – «виноград», «калиновий лист», «хмелик» та «хрести на постаменті».
Хата з Буковини. Складена вона з кругляка смереки і тополі в прості замки з торцями. До верхів зрубу торці подовжуються і переходять ніби в кронштейни. Дах чотирисхилий, покритий соломою.
Площа споруди – 58,8 кв.м.
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It relates to 18th Century. As of the time of transfer to the museum, the house was the oldest in the village and belonged to Oros family. The house has two premises: house and mudroom. It is one of the most ancient types of house planning in Zakarpattia. Walls of the house are constructed with wide oak cut blocks. Its high four-sloping roof is covered with straw.
This house is the oldest Zakarpattia house in our museum. It displays specific features of national building in valley of Tereblia-river and the middle reaches of Tysa River. The house’s area is 35.4 square meters.
Look at the exterior of the hut:
Характерною ознакою житла лемків (етнографічної групи українського народу), як і бойків, були білий та синій кольори.
Хата із с. Теребля, Тячівського району Закарпатської області
Датується XVIII ст. На час перенесення до музею хата була найстарішою в селі і належала родині Оросів. Хата дводільна: хата, сіни – є одним із давніх варіантів планування житла на Закарпатті. Стіни хати складені з широких дубових колених брусів. Високий чотирисхилий дах вкритий соломою.
Це найстаріша хата Закарпаття в експозиції нашого музею. Вона розкриває особливості народного будівництва у долині ріки Теребля та середньої течії р. Тиси. Площа хати — 35, 4 кв.м.
Alone in the world, this old truck succumbs to the elements. I can relate. Gravity is definitely starting to weigh me down.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
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Hams at the Easter market on Staromestske Namesti in Prague
Something attracted me to this setting. Certain things relate to certain other things. Where's the real pig here?
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Shot @ Subway in Palakkarai , Trichy , Tamil Nadu , India.
Shot in natural light.
I tried to relate the bicycle in the mural / wall art on the left to the bicycle on the right.
Also a boy in the mural looking at the stairs , to the stairs which is on the right.
A photographer is always the second person in the picture. :)
(From my personal digital photo archive, 2013)
The hermitage of San Bartolomé (Saint Bartholomew) is a temple in the Spanish province of Soria. It is located inside the natural park of the Cañón del Río Lobos, province of Soria, Spain.
It was built in the first quarter of the 13th century, when the Romanesque style gave way to the Gothic, a transition that was reflected in that architectural work.
It was part of a monastery of which only the chapel remains.
It has a plan in the shape of a Latin cross, with three chapels. The two rose windows deserve to be highlighted, one on each gable end of the transept, oriented to the southeast and northwest, whose lattices evoke Muslim influences in the form of the interlacing that makes up a lobed five-pointed star. They have three archivolts of which only the external one is decorated.
Some authors relate its existence to the possibility that for a time it belonged to the Order of the Templars, although there is no documentation that can be verified.
It is possible that it is confused with the Hermitage of San Juan de Otero, of which only the foundations and little else remain.
Although the dedication of the hermitage to Saint Bartholomew, one of the twelve apostles of Jesus who, according to the tradition of the Armenian church, was crucified upside down, skinned alive and beheaded, could be related to the Knights Templar who worshiped various saints who died after being beheaded. Let's not forget the supposed Templar's cult of Baphomet. (Source: Wikipedia)
ERMITA DE SAN BARTOLOME, SORIA, ESPAÑA, 2013
(De mi archivo personal de fotos digitales, 2013)
La ermita de San Bartolomé es un templo de la provincia española de Soria. Se ubica en el interior del parque natural del Cañón del Río Lobos, privincia de Soria, España.
Fue construida en el primer cuarto del siglo XIII, cuando el estilo románico daba paso al gótico, transición que quedó plasmada en esa obra arquitectónica.
Formaba parte de un cenobio del que sólo se conserva la capilla.
Tiene planta en forma de cruz latina, con tres capillas. Merecen ser resaltados los dos rosetones, uno en cada hastial del transepto, orientados al sureste y al noroeste, cuyas celosías evocan influencias musulmanas en la forma del entrelazado que compone una estrella lobulada de cinco puntas. Poseen tres arquivoltas de las que sólo la externa está decorada.
Algunos autores relacionan su existencia con la posibilidad de que durante un tiempo perteneció a la Orden de los Templarios, aunque no existe documentación que se pueda contrastar.
Es posible que se confunda con la cercana Ermita de San Juan de Otero, de la que sólo se conservan los cimientos y poco más.
Si bien la advocación de la ermita a San Bartolomé, uno de los doces apóstoles de Jesús que, según la tradición de la iglesia armenia fue crucificado boca abajo, desollado vivo y decapitado, podría relacionarse con los caballeros templarios que rendían culto a varios santos que murieron decapitados. No olvidemos el supuesto culto templario al Baphomet. (Fuente: Wikipedia)
A lone egret stands in shallow water, staring out like it’s contemplating every questionable life choice that led it here. Maybe it’s judging the fish. Maybe it’s judging us. Maybe it’s just waiting for someone, anyone, to bring it a coffee.
Its posture says “I’m majestic,” but its expression says “I’m two minutes away from quitting this entire ecosystem.” The wind ruffles its feathers in that dramatic, over-the-top way that only nature’s most theatrical birds can pull off.
There’s no danger here, no lurking horror just a bird who looks like it’s silently narrating a documentary about how tired it is of everyone else’s chaos. And honestly? Mood.
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Kinetic: Relating to, caused by, or producing motion.
These are called “Kinetic” photographs because there is motion, energy, and movement involved, specifically my and the camera’s movements.
I choose a light source and/or subject, set my camera for a long exposure (typically around 4 seconds), focus on my subject and push the shutter button. When the shutter opens I move the camera around with my hands...large, sweeping, dramatic movements. And then I will literally throw the camera several feet up into the air, most times imparting a spinning or whirling motion to it as I hurl it upward. I may throw the camera several times and also utilize hand-held motion several times in one photo. None of these are Photoshopped, layered, or a composite photo...what you see occurs in one shot, one take.
Aren’t I afraid that I will drop and break my camera? For regular followers of my photostream and this series you will know that I have already done so. This little camera has been dropped many times, and broken once when dropped on concrete outside. It still functions...not so well for regular photographs, but superbly for more kinetic work.
adjective
1.
of, relating to, a conventional and tedious job
2.
of, reflecting, or exhibiting a lack of willingness to work beyond the required amount of time or with more than minimal effort
What a way to make a livin'....
Now press "L" and get back to work!
As a freelancer I can relate to this image, the struggle to make living using antiquated equipment, the long hours and stressful delays.
I made the image in taxi on the way back from a meeting with a potential client on the banks of the Cairo Nile, we were stuck in the mother of all traffic jams, the driver was tired and stressed, I was, for once content as I had eaten fish and concluded what I thought was a successful meeting. Now I look back, the real success was this image, which is one of my favourites.
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L'autunno caldo è un periodo della storia d'Italia segnato da lotte sindacali operaie che si sviluppò a partire dall'autunno del 1969 in Italia.
Da questo movimento sociale è nato lo
"Statuto dei lavoratori".
La grande mobilitazione operaia, che fece seguito alla contestazione giovanile del Sessantotto, si collegò alla scadenza triennale dei contratti collettivi di lavoro, in particolar modo quelli relativi alla categoria dei metalmeccanici. In questo periodo le rivendicazioni salariali spontanee nelle grandi fabbriche si associarono alle agitazioni studentesche che reclamavano la tutela ed il riconoscimento del diritto allo studio in Italia per tutte le classi sociali
the hot autumn
The hot autumn is a period in the history of Italy marked by workers' union struggles that developed from the autumn of 1969 in Italy.
From this social movement was born the
"Statute of workers".
The great mobilization of workers, which followed the youth protest in 1968, was linked to the three-year expiry of the collective labor agreements, especially those relating to the metalworkers category. In this period, spontaneous wage claims in large factories were associated with student unrest that demanded the protection and recognition of the right to education in Italy for all social classes.
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Trying to relate this quote (Prime Minister Boris Johnson on 7/7/22) to the prediction that up to 10 million UK citizens will be pushed into poverty over the coming winter. The position is a quite uncomfortable one. Fuji X-Pro1.
Probably the most commonly seen hawk in the mid-latitudes of North America, red-tailed hawks are also amazingly variable in their plumage colors and patterns. The spring 2025 edition of Living Bird (Cornell Lab of Ornithology) has an instructive story on this variation, based on the doctoral dissertation of a student at Cornell. He concluded there are at least 16 subspecies of red-tailed hawks associated with fairly distinct geographic locations, with color variation relating to the habitat (e.g. light morphs in warm climates, dark morphs in cold climates).
I know I say this every time, but I think I’ve found my “I’m in love I’m wearing this every day” skin. Dixie.
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Yesterday, I biked over 30 miles round trip to The The Baháʼí Temple/House of Worship in Wilmette, Illinois. It was a beautiful day and lots of families were being careful but were still celebrating graduations. This little girl seemed to exist outside time and space. I do like the idea of meditation and prayer though I am not so great at it. I get my enlightenment by taking photographs like these, though, and the feeling it gives me to put my experiences to images that will last forever. Most of the time, I can usually find something I did wrong about a photo and am very self critical. Once in awhile, I feel like I finally got everything right about the human experience and how I relate to it.
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Spacial definition : of, relating to, or involved in the perception of relationships (as of objects) in space and the presence of air within a defined area.
I thought I'd fallen flat. Missed the boat. Screwed up. Failed to deliver. An evening drive had not yielded up anything spectacular in the wildlife category, although I'd looked in all the right places. I had walked into a field of cut hay, the round bales scattered irregularly, and watched the sky to the west fizzle, instead of exploding with colour.
I enjoyed being out there; it's a humbling and at times intense experience just to stand in the middle of so much vastness, feeling the distance stretch away in all directions. I did not understand the power of open spaces until I moved to the prairie. Translating that into images to which others can relate... well, that's another matter.
And so, nothing much happened. I got home, and didn't open the new folder for a few days. But when I started going through the photos, I was pleasantly surprised. Something of what I felt did, indeed, translate. At the very least, I had noticed the graphics and made some simple images using the lines and shapes and textures available. Three of those have landed on my desktop, and will be part of a short series of... wait for it... simple prairie graphic images, for lack of a better term.
Here is the first shot - actually the last, but I want them to appear in order in my stream. No red or golden rays lit up the landscape that evening, but the sun itself is always a marvel. Note the sunspots, just above and to the right of centre. If we have to spend our entire lives circling a star, we picked a good one. I've titled this photo after the old jazz standard, but I really should have called it "Lucky Old Us".
Photographed at Rosefield, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2022 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
I assume a lot of people who see this photo will relate to the circumstances in which it was taken - getting intel about a very interesting train, hopping on an overnight train journey in a normal coach for over 600km, going to the desired spot and finding out the train had already passed it. By sheer coincidence we managed to change course and chase it to a different spot.
Here a loaded sand train from Kotlarnia can be seen upon leaving the post EW (near the Rybnik power plant) while heading towards the station in Leszczyny. Machines on duty that day were 21D-008 (ex-TEM2-093) and 21D-006 (ex-TEM2-277). In Leszczyny, the train enters the public PKP railway network, and it will continue from there onwards to Katowice Murcki. The sand from the Kotlarnia mine will be used for construction works on the railway line, which suffered a slump due to the ongoing coal mining in the region. Such places, where terrain is visibly shifted or slumped are commonplace in Silesia and the railway needs to account for that by regularly maintaining embankments on the railroads. Such sand transports, leading out of Kotlarnia only happen less than 10 times a year and I have been lucky enough to have photographed a lot of them in 2024. Those pictures, along with their stories, you can see in our TEM2 album.
This post is a good occasion to talk about more developements in the Kotlarnia sand mine. The production there is still being scaled down and an end is innevitable. The quarry does no more night shifts (the pictured train has been loaded the day before and waited for the crew on the morning of 18.07.2025). Additionally, KPK has started selling a large chunk of its rolling stock (either for scrap or further reusing), and it seems like their main souce of income nowadays is lending TEM2 locomotives to various private carriers, who seek heavy diesel locomotives, which are now in high demand.
Photo by Piotrek/Toprus
...::: NIve - Till you say i go :::...
Till you say i go
Say whatever’s on your mind
I’ll never let your heart just sink
Drown in colors that aren’t blue
And say, whatever makes you cry
I’ll never let your tears make a river
I’ll just linger by your side
When the night just feels too long
When the night just feels so cold
I will stay, wait a million years
I will stay, till you say I go
Dance under these shining stars
I’ll sing you a song, a lullaby
Gently whisper in your ears
And come let me guide you home
Wandering love just hold my hand
I will walk with you till the end
When the night just feels too long
I’ll stay till you say I go
Conventional photography by definition relates to the surface of things. This is because it is a visual record of light reflected from the surface of things. There are, of course, other forms of photography connected to forms of radiation other than visible light (x-rays e.g.). But in general, our photos show surfaces, not what is underneath. You would need to be told that underneath, just where the silhouette of the WWI soldier stands, the River Ver is crossing the road - in a pipe and still very small. From there, it flows via Redbourn to St. Albans, the Roman city which in antiquity was called Verulamium. And here comes the thing: our minds are not satisfied with surfaces only. Even if surfaces are all we have got visually, we still try to extract "meaning" from the image, that is, we go underneath or "behind" the image. We are built like that. We human beings are extremely good at making associations. We are creators of meaning. Most of us, I guess, would have no problems with connecting the soldier's silhouette with the large lorry to the right and tell a story. It is just not true that we believe only those things we can see. Our world of imagination is more like a dancer using the surface as a playground. Leica M Mono, Voigtlander CS 2.2/50.
don't relate to you
I don't relate to you, no
'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty
You made me hate this city
And I don't talk shit about you on the internet
Never told anyone anything bad
'Cause that shit's embarrassing, you were my everything
And all that you did was make me fucking sad
So don't waste the time I don't have
And don't try to make me feel bad
I could talk about every time that you showed up on time
But I'd have an empty line 'cause you never did
Never paid any mind to my mother or friends
So I shut 'em all out for you 'cause I was a kid
Your early life experiences have had deeply painful impacts upon your brain, your mind and how you see and relate to things, experiences and people. Your layers upon layers of deeply traumatic experiences have led you to see through tear covered glasses. Though you have faced pain-filled misunderstandings and further harm as a result of some people seeing through their rose colored glasses and acting accordingly, there is still value, truth and importance in your perspective. Just because some people are critical of your thoughts, ideas and viewpoints is not an indication you are wrong, too messed up, crazy or bad. You have a gift of seeing things from a vantage point some people will not understand or may choose to invalidate. It’s ok to be who God created you to be.
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A few weeks ago I went outside in the rain to take some pictures and while enjoying my time outside I got soaked by the falling rain. I am new to the world of wearing glasses. At nearly 40 years old I’ve never needed to wear glasses and though I still have 20/20 vision I needed to start wearing glasses 6 months ago. Just before coming back into the house on that rainy day I realized my glasses had raindrops all over them. This transition to wearing glasses has felt like a huge change for me and little things like tiny raindrops on my glasses really changes my perspective and disturbs my vision—slowly over time I’m trying to learn to “see through” the spots on my lenses and it’s still not as clear as all the years I didn’t need to wear glasses. When this happened it reminded me of the concept of seeing the world through tear covered glasses and it seemed like almost the opposite of seeing through rose colored glasses and what an impact these filters can have on us and those around us.