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Avanti West Coast Class 390 Pendolino No. 390134 sits at Manchester Piccadilly awaiting its next journey back to the capital on 17th January 2020.
The crew of SY locomotive, 1397, undertake time consuming procedures to prepare the locomotive for the next shift at the steam depot, Fuxin, Liaoning Province. 1 st December 2015.
The morning sun shines brightly on the snow while the moon still shows her unwillingness to change shift... Please press L for large image!
shifting lines
between my mind and my heart
path of everything
something that begs return visits
but there was always something missing
La vida de los otros..
move towards hope
looking for emotional exactitude
brief moment closed
we look towards each other no longer
a glimpse forward
to enter each day with shifting lines
disquiet at last
Shifting Lines... The mind traveler's Checkmate
⊃ ∪ ∩ ⪽
Michael Jackson - Stranger In Moscow
To live in this world
you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your bones knowing
your own life depends on it;
and, when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.
` ~ Mary Oliver
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“How is it that we never completely comprehend our love for someone until they’re gone?” ― Patti Smith, M Train
This gathering of ruddy turnstones began dispersing as the sun rose, as if their shift was starting (or perhaps ending?).
Mitt bidrag till Fotosöndag och veckans tema «skiftningar».
My contribution for this week's theme «shifts»; for the photo group Fotosondag.
View Large This was a lucky shot, I just turned my camera on my hip and shot it , turned out very crooked but I straightened it out in Photoshop, coverted it to BW and went to Channel Mixer and added some blues.
…a dragonfly, taking one wild ride in the country… :-)
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Shape Shifter.
حكايات خفقان خفقان طافرة قلب هادئ أحاسيس مبهجة أرضيات ثابتة ثقب ليالي خادمات ظاهرات واقفة,
peregrinas impressiones terribili vultu benigno portenta sequuntur addicti cives opibus insperato directness perterritis, candelas Mauris elit errore decipere momenta formidat malum excitat frivolis causis quaestionem supplicio homunculi,
savants mouvements nerveux sombres yeux crédules connaissances armes changeant de brassage assurer les rives batailles intenses gentleman ruiné,
trwchus yn effeithio ar ffansi cyntedd yn edrych ar anifeiliaid golygfeydd amheus yn camarwain copaon dyfnhau tywyll lleuadau pell meddyliau amheus golygfeydd gwyllt heb eu disodli yn dadwneud cochion gwenu,
拷問の悪事無意識の空気バランスの四分の一重い口リンギングバロネット曲がったガラスカーテン葬式大地主の火事焼け付くようなレッスン達成したキスアンティークアラーム満足する画家の影睡眠.
Steve.D.Hammond.
I don't have tilt-shift lens, but I have hands and old helios! :)
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of course another evening catboy stroll — and while yesterday the kría (arctic terns) were still their usual nesting-season aggressive, this evening they checked us out but then flew off hunting over the water — the season is already waning…
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The constant battle of the photographer and the waves. Trying to catch just the right motions, without getting wet, is really just foolish. I think if I had any advice for a new seascape photographer, it would be, expect to get wet, use a ten stop filter, and just play with different shutter speeds until you're consistently getting something that you like, and don't get your $5,000 camera wet with sea water. Because salt water and electronics ... well they just don't mix. I was shooting an XT1 next to a rock once in San Diego and took the equivalent of a bucket of sea water on the camera. It still worked fine, weather sealed, but over time things began sticking. Doesn't matter the camera, sea water is eventual death. It will also probably kill your tripod. The price we pay I suppose.
I like this shot because I was alone this night. No one else there. Such a beautiful place, and wonderful soft light to be alone. I fully expected the usual hordes. No one. Not sure why, don't care, it was relaxing to not have to worry about being in anyone's way and not have to stake out my spot. I think I love freedom in general, so when expecting to be bogged down, it's nice to have wings and be able to flutter a bit.
It always happens. I peak round the door as I get the dogs ready for their morning walk, it’s flat dull and tossing down, so I decided to leave the camera. The walk is as damp as I expected but on the home leg I come across this little scene in the field. The horses have all congregated underneath a willow tree to keep dry, it looks lovely, but no camera. As I get home I leave the wet dogs in the porch and quickly pick up a camera and a tripod, jump in the car and nip back up to the field. When I get there the scene is even better, rather than the huddle I left 10 minutes ago I now have another horse trying to negotiate room underneath the willow. “Go on, shift along mate. I’m not moving.” You’ll be glad to know within a few frames, room is found and horsey get comfortably under the tree. I do like a happy ending.