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Plenty of heads up and getting off work on time allowed me to make a mad dash to STL to capture the Z-DUNP-24 with UP 1982 and 1943. Missing the train at MacArthur by a mere 15 minutes, I raced west to Kirkwood. Not exactly what I had hoped for, but thankful to have had the chance to shoot my favorite of UP's heritage fleet leading on home rails.
Humpback Whales definitely have the right-of-way. According to our captain, this group of humpbacks stays here roughly March through November, then heads south to coasts of Panama and Costa Rica. Estero Bay, San Luis Obispo County, California.
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www.clermontauvergnetourisme.com/fiches/parc-montjuzet/
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CSX L405 notches up out of track 5 in Memphis Junction Yard with CSX 2625 in the lead, sporting an unsanctioned L&N-painted nose, which fits in quite well here on the former L&N main stem.
This is a shot of the Deichstraße in Hamburg, Germany with the famous Elbphilharmonie in the back. The Hafen City is nice for photographers and very modern and new, but one of the oldest streets in Hamburg is actually right next to it. Deichstraße was first mentioned in 1304 and contains carefully restored houses that are actually all that is left of the old harbour district. Worth a photo walk at least.
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The color version of the photo above is here: www.lacerta-bilineata.com/ticino-best-photos-of-southern-...
THE STORY BEHIND THE PHOTO:
So far there's only been one photo in my gallery that hasn't been taken in my garden ('The Flame Rider', captured in the Maggia Valley: www.flickr.com/photos/191055893@N07/53563448847/in/datepo... ) - which makes the image above the second time I've "strayed from the path" (although not very far, since the photo was taken only approximately 500 meters from my house).
Overall, I'll stick to my "only-garden rule", but every once in a while I'll show you a little bit of the landscape around my village, because I think it will give you a better sense of just how fascinating this region is, and also of its history.
The title I chose for the photo may seem cheesy, and it's certainly not very original, but I couldn't think of another one, because it's an honest reflection of what I felt when I took it: a profound sense of peace - although if you make it to the end of this text you'll realize my relationship with that word is a bit more complicated.
I got up early that day; it was a beautiful spring morning, and there was still a bit of mist in the valley below my village which I hoped would make for a few nice mood shots, so I quickly grabbed my camera and went down there before the rising sun could dissolve the magical layer on the scenery.
Most human activity hadn't started yet, and I was engulfed in the sounds of the forest as I was walking the narrow trail along the horse pasture; it seemed every little creature around me wanted to make its presence known to potential mates (or rivals) in a myriad of sounds and voices and noises (in case you're interested, here's a taste of what I usually wake up to in spring, but you best use headphones: www.youtube.com/watch?v=AfoCTqdAVCE )
Strolling through such an idyllic landscape next to grazing horses and surrounded by birdsong and beautiful trees, I guess it's kind of obvious one would feel the way I described above and choose the title I did, but as I looked at the old stone buildings - the cattle shelter you can see in the foreground and the stable further up ahead on the right - I also realized how fortunate I was.
It's hard to imagine now, because Switzerland is one of the wealthiest countries in the world today, but the men and women who had carried these stones and constructed the walls of these buildings were among the poorest in Europe. The hardships the people in some of the remote and little developed valleys in Ticino endured only a few generations ago are unimaginable to most folks living in my country today.
It wasn't uncommon that people had to sell their own kids as child slaves - the girls had to work in factories or in rice fields, the boys as "living chimney brushes" in northern Italy - just because there wasn't enough food to support the whole family through the harsh Ticino winters.
If you wonder why contemporary Swiss historians speak of "slaves" as opposed to child laborers, it's because that's what many of them actually were: auctioned off for a negotiable prize at the local market, once sold, these kids were not payed and in many cases not even fed by their masters (they had to beg for food in the streets or steal it).
Translated from German Wikipedia: ...The Piazza grande in Locarno, where the Locarno Film Festival is held today, was one of the places where orphans, foundlings and children from poor families were auctioned off. The boys were sold as chimney sweeps, the girls ended up in the textile industry, in tobacco processing in Brissago or in the rice fields of Novara, which was also extremely hard work: the girls had to stand bent over in the water for twelve to fourteen hours in all weathers. The last verse of the Italian folk song 'Amore mio non piangere' reads: “Mamma, papà, non piangere, se sono consumata, è stata la risaia che mi ha rovinata” (Mom, dad, don't cry when I'm used up, it was the rice field that destroyed me.)... de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kaminfegerkinder
The conditions for the chimney sweeps - usually boys between the age of 8 and 12 (or younger, because they had to be small enough to be able to crawl into the chimneys) - were so catastrophic that many of them didn't survive; they died of starvation, cold or soot in their lungs - as well as of work-related accidents like breaking their necks when they fell, or suffocatig if they got stuck in inside a chimney. This practice of "child slavery" went on as late as the 1950s (there's a very short article in English on the topic here: en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spazzacamini and a more in depth account for German speakers in this brief clip: www.youtube.com/watch?v=gda8vZp_zsc ).
Now I don't know if the people who built the old stone houses along my path had to sell any of their kids, but looking at the remnants of their (not so distant) era I felt an immense sense of gratitude that I was born at a time of prosperity - and peace - in my region, my country and my home. Because none of it was my doing: it was simple luck that decided when and where I came into this world.
It also made me think of my own family. Both of my grandparents on my father's side grew up in Ticino (they were both born in 1900), but while they eventually left Switzerland's poorest region to live in its richest, the Kanton of Zurich, my grandfather's parents relocated to northern Italy in the 1920s and unfortunately were still there when WWII broke out.
They lost everything during the war, and it was their youngest daughter - whom I only knew as "Zia" which means "aunt" in Italian - who earned a little money to support herself and my great-grandparents by giving piano lessons to high-ranking Nazi officers and their kids (this was towards the end of the war when German forces had occupied Italy).
I never knew that about her; Zia only very rarely spoke of the war, but one time when I visited her when she was already over a 100 years old (she died at close to 104), I asked her how they had managed to survive, and she told me that she went to the local prefecture nearly every day to teach piano. "And on the way there would be the dangling ones" she said, with a shudder.
I didn't get what she meant, so she explained. Visiting the city center where the high ranking military resided meant she had to walk underneath the executed men and women who were hanging from the lantern posts along the road (these executions - often of civilians - were the Germans' retaliations for attacks by the Italian partisans).
I never forgot her words - nor could I shake the look on her face as she re-lived this memory. And I still can't grasp it; my house in Ticino is only 60 meters from the Italian border, and the idea that there was a brutal war going on three houses down the road from where I live now in Zia's lifetime strikes me as completely surreal.
So, back to my title for the photo above. "Peace". It's such a simple, short word, isn't it? And we use it - or its cousin "peaceful" - quite often when we mean nice and quiet or stress-free. But if I'm honest I don't think I know what it means. My grandaunt Zia did, but I can't know. And I honestly hope I never will.
I'm sorry I led you down such a dark road; I usually intend to make people smile with the anecdotes that go with my photos, but this one demanded a different approach (I guess with this latest image I've strayed from the path in more than one sense, and I hope you'll forgive me).
Ticino today is the region with the second highest average life expectancy in Europe (85.2 years), and "The Human Development Index" of 0.961 in 2021 was one of the highest found anywhere in the world, and northern Italy isn't far behind. But my neighbors, many of whom are now in their 90s, remember well it wasn't always so.
That a region so poor it must have felt like purgatory to many of its inhabitants could turn into something as close to paradise on Earth as I can imagine in a person's lifetime should make us all very hopeful. But, and this is the sad part, it also works the other way 'round. And I believe we'd do well to remember that, too.
To all of you - with my usual tardiness but from the bottom of my heart - a happy, healthy, hopeful 2025 and beyond.
57309 Pride of Crewe has the right away from platform 3 at Birmingham New Street receiving plenty of attention from the gathered enthusiasts as it re-starts 1Z15 Lincoln to Didcot Parkway.
Three Fingered Jack in the background.
Beautiful flowered meadows and a hike up the East side of Three Fingered Jack.
This very popular loop route takes you on a tour of a high alpine meadow, with bubbling Canyon Creek flowing through it. In addition, you'll enjoy spectacular views of the jagged spires of Three Fingered Jack, the eroded core of an extinct 100,000-year-old volcano.
This is a really beautiful hike with so many points of interest. From wildflower meadows, to the grassy hill up to Three Fingered Jack, to the glacial pool, to the saddle with views of the Sisters, Washington, Jefferson and of course Three Fingered Jack right next to you.
Many of the trees along the route were burned in 2003 during the B&B Complex Fires. Thankfully Canyon Creek Meadows itself was spared and still very beautiful.
Looking north-east across Lake Sevan at twilight from the Sevanavank monastery site, with the northern end of the Shakhdags on the right, and then the true Lesser Caucasus in the distance.
Sevanavank monastery is one of Armenia's most visited tourist sites, set on a bluff on a peninsula reaching into Lake Sevan. Although the gavits are now in ruins, albeit with foundations still very visible, the two octagonal churches themselves very much survive: Holy Apostles is the smaller and older one; Mother of God is larger and somewhat more recent.
I got there at sunset, by which time the churches were shut but was rewarded by the absence of the normal crowds and some spectacular cloudscapes over Lake Sevan.
The monastery was founded in 874. More than a thousand years later, it was the first seminary to reopen in Armenia as the worst of Soviet persecution passed in the third quarter of the 20th Century. Those two facts alone are the backbone of a remarkable story.
Another negative that has been rescanned and reprocessed to produce an improved result. The original image, uploaded seven years ago, has been deleted.
The shot was taken at Hartlepool while on a week-long Eastern Region Railrover ticket, and features class 37 unit 37160 hauling a rake of COVHOPS, possibly carrying lime destined for the nearby Steetley Works from Thrislington or Coxhoe Quarry.
Above the loco can be seen the floodlights of the Victoria Ground, home of Hartlepool United FC and, to the left of that, is the dog track - now demolished and replaced by a Morrisons food store. The signal box is just visible through the girders of the barn-like structure on the right.
In the brake van the Guard has his coat hung up, and he's no doubt thinking about the imminent arrival and any tasks he needs to perform before signing off.
The station and surroundings were looking pretty uncared for by this time, hardly unusual for the period. Even so, I suspect there would still be a queue to go back and take a few more snaps, should the opportunity ever come up!
Ilford FP4, rated at 95asa, developed in Acutol.
8th September 1976
Very windy day again and place was almost empty, but these three game and I got something to foreground.
Dame has 5 beautiful female poses to show off. Casual, or dressy. I was feeling a bit cheeky myself XD
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The Merchant Navy Class 35018 was connected to our 600 mile round trip from Euston to Carlisle then to Settle routing back to Euston. From Euston to Preston we were hauled by a wonderful Heritage Electric Loco travelling at an amazing 90 mph. More of that in a future upload. The steam part of the trip began just outside Preston and the picture was taken shortly after that. Wow, just Wow!!!
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I thought it was funny, I managed to capture this peacock right in step with the little girl in the background...quite by happenstance! This is from my archives taken years ago--five years ago, to be exact--at the Point Defiance Zoo and Aquarium. Thankfully, these peacocks were just allowed to wander free, some were even out in the parking lot (not the safest place, but fun, at any rate! These particular peacocks were at the open arena at the entrance to the zoo. Quite fun! Hope you all enjoy!
Point Defiance Zoo & Aquarium
Tacoma, Washington
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Right of Way this little guy can run up and down this long branch with munch speed amazing to watch them negotiate the branches, shot in North Carolina.
Reading an illustrated version of the Sherlock Holmes mystery "Study in Scarlet" for the Smile on Saturday challenge: From Right Above.
The right camera. Is the camera you have with you, as the saying goes. Well this morning while walking the dogs I took this photo with my little compact panasonic TZ60. Always in my pocket of my dog walking coat it was at hand for the possiblity of a photo. I'm not saying this photo is a classic but I like it better than any I took on Thursday when I had at hand a full framed DSLR, 3 lenses, a tripod and multiple filters. Even the little wader bird posed for the shot.
Satisfied with the outcome. Took me about 45 minutes to do this. May not look like anything crazy, or in other words, would take 45 minutes to edit.
From GCC back who knows when....
They were all plump buds when I bought them, now, they are unfurling one after the other... they are huge!
Perfuming our home with their lovely spicy fragrance, pure joy for our senses...
Most of you know by now how I love 'playing' with light, a never ending beautiful challenge, food for my creative soul, lol... Flowers are a great 'subject' because of their diversity.
Contrary to what many think: I AM NOT A FLOWER PHOTOGRAPHER!
Just A photographer.
I love my job, but contrary to what most 'enthusiasts' think, and wish it was their 'job', pro photographic work is often boring, the clients tell you what they want, if they know what they want, which is not always the case, that, or they DO know and just can't bring it across, there's not much space for personal input (not by lack of trying!!!).
This here is my FREEDOM!
Each flower seems to have a different 'personality' which I'm trying to capture.
Lilium auratum, Golden rayed lily of Japan, or Goldband lily. In Japan, Lilium auratum is called Yama yuri which means mountain lily, a much sought after species, some are still growing in the wilds.
In ancient times, the Japanese considered lilies a sacred plant. I'm not surprised!
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