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Or maybe a fence lizard that just happens to be on a rock. One would have to check with the Lizard to be certain. seen while out walking.
Standing on the beach at black rock sands and looking towards Criccieth castle. during the golden hour (sunset).
60054 passes Gatcombe along the Severn Estuary and the delightfully named Milkmaid Rock, I wonder how it came by this name?
This is the Robeston to Westerleigh loaded oil, a considerable journey made much longer by the fact that the working has to travel to the outskirts of Glocester before crossing the Severn. Saturday 13.8.16
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Another example of my mother's green thumb! This beautiful flower is in the mallow family, I think, but has the wonderful name of rock rose. The vivid pink color of the blooms is stunning. The flower also has a nice texture.
Montell, Uvalde County, Texas in May 2021
This is a photo of seaweed growing on a rock at Martinique Beach, The bottom half of the rock has been darkened by an incoming wave.
This are Balance Rock, in the Garden of the Gods. Colorado Springs...
A few days ago, I posted a story about filling my water tank with water I stole from the Walmart sprinkler system. I've had a lot of people warning me that some of the water used in these sprinkler systems is actually recycled. Not clean, drinkable water. It might contain some kind of Bacteria. Well, it smells fine. It are clean and clear. It do tastes fine. It tastes like water. None different, ANd for yous people whose think that the Bacteria in du water can uffect muy Brains... Duh... I'm is fine. My Brain is functionerling perfectionately . There are nothings rong with the water. I is cleans and smells more better tha n usual. But hope you are in the proer to thinka little about the are to my and it is really just too good. Outstanding in fact, but I'm not really sure about the other. It was very exciting! I reallyes hope you agree. Just great! Fantastical !
Anyways,., Ubout dis foto. U'mm I don't remember whut it is???
It's 07.30 at Langstone Rock as 47647"Thor" rounds the curve into Dawlish Warren with 5A27 06.35 Laira - Exeter St Davids ECS To work 1A29 0820 Exeter - Paddington, 23 August 1989.
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A visual tribute to the rock group Yes and their 1971 song "I've Seen All Good People" taken in Baine's Books and Coffee, 205 Main Street, Appomattox, Virginia ( wonderfully relaxed atmosphere). Explore 10 December 2011. At #119
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We were lucky to be at Observation Rock just at the right time to see this rainbow. Looking towards Paterson Inlet. Oban, Stewart Island/Rakiura, New Zealand.
The Tunnel Trekker is a small walker designed to work in tandem with a ground crew. It is armed with a mining laser to carve away slabs of rock for the crew to process, as well as an auto-cannon for fending off rock monsters.
Eventually Rock and Rail would paint all of their units in the attractive Red/Yellow as seen on the last unit. They had quite the group of locomotives for while with this ex-Grande GP30 I believe, and the ex SP SD9 followed by a GP40
My experience when taking this picture is unforgettable. It was a rough see on that day and the boat was rocking dangerously. The boatman showed us how the waves pushed water on the low rocky wall from the other side. I made a mistake of standing to shoot but slid down to the opposite end with my camera but luckily got hold of the frame of the boat. Everyone started to help had ended up in the same position as I was :) The boatman who stood steady in all the commotion was grinning ear to ear. He must have seen many passengers like us :))
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Raytown, Missouri. December 1983
Derelict station, soon to be demolished.
The railroad ceased to be, in March of 1980.
4X5 Crown Graphic (ca. 1950)
127mm Ektar
Agfapan 100
Kodak HC-110
Finicky old Solar enlarger/lens
Ilford Gallerie #3
Dektol
Digitized on copy stand
Despite all the computations
You could just dance to a rock 'n' roll station
And it was alright...
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Grandview Point
Grand Canyon National Park
NS P36 rolls over the bridge in downtown Rock Hill, SC. For a few months NS Put one of the DC to AC conversion paints on the local. With the current lack of EMDs its the best I could take.
Rock of cashel in tipperary, Ireland.
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Spring is coming soon, the rocks are sticking their head out of the snow and some green new growth has arrived. This is an assignment for the The Art Of Composition Group/
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Once Upon a time.....
...an attempt to put the previous picture more into the past.
I discovered this old abandoned house on my walks in nature here where the ravages of time work irrevocably. Examining the house, I found this scene as indescribable fascinating as the life up here. In my imagination, sits an old man after his working in the woods and eating in the back porch, here and enjoying the tranquility, the indescribably beautiful view and weighing his tired bones in this rocking chair before the fog up here takes the land back into his arms again.
* I think this version is more appropriate.....it's as if time has stopped
Light caroms off the closely set walls of upper Paria Canyon, and brings out striking colors and textures from the facets of Slide Rock Arch, Paria Canyon Wilderness, Utah; day 1 of 3-generation backpacking venture. It is difficult to appreciate the scale here, but full-grown people can readily pass through the arch walking abreast.
The day started out auspiciously enough, with a great deal of racing about in the water by my 7 year-old. I had stocked him up with a large packet of gummy bears that was meant to last him the entire 5 days, and we had decided to store those precious sugary bears in his hip belt pocket on his pack, for easy access. However, as it transpired, he decided to leave the zipper on the pocket open, apparently because it 'just takes too long' to have to unzip when you're jonesing for a piece of gummy foodstuffs (he cracks me up, really). Combined with his energetic navigation of the shallow river channel, it was really no surprise, at least not to me, when he discovered that the bears were no longer in his pocket at all, and had gained the freedom of the river channel, probably deciding to swim for it, rather than risk a pocket-bound journey with my son as their overseer.
At this point, we had probably hiked only a mile and a half or so from the car, and the look of sadness on his face was so profound that I hastily dropped my pack in a willow thicket by the side of the canyon, and decided to run back up the channel in search of silty gummy bears. As it happened, I didn't see them on the way up, and ran all the way back to the trailhead, as the noon temperatures began their crescendo. Of course, I didn't bring any water with me, since I foolishly thought I'd find the bears before I made it back this far. So, I turned around, and began the hot jog back to my pack, eyes still scanning the channel that stubbornly refused to reveal its gummy foods - the silty water makes this a somewhat easy feat, really. But lo! There they were just coming out of a deep pool in which Kieran had been exuberantly splashing some 45 minutes previously. Ah sweet success. Sweet silty success. As they took on water, the bears also took on silt and sand, and this had fused them into one giant mineral-rich, sugary, gelatinous mass. I hoped Kieran would be happy, but I didn't hold out high hopes.
Upon returning to my pack, I gratefully grabbed a water bottle and drank a liter. It was then I discovered that the willows in which I'd stowed my pack had also played host to a dead animal at some relatively recent point in the past, and the putrescine had been strong enough to infuse my water bottle spout with eau d'mort. But damn, I was thirsty, so I had to fight through that wonderful sensation. So that's what kind of day it was going to be, then, eh? But no, all these tribulations ceased once the afternoon light began to play on the red sculpted walls.