Auseinander gelebt / Drifted Apart
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The two locos are uncoupled from each other before moving to either end of the train waiting in the other platform.
An additional view taken same day you'll find here.
This one is without sunshine but I like the geometric structures.
Has won the Panoramio contest 'Symmetry' in September 2013 :-)
The further two are inside the restaurant, behind the window, the man and woman are sitting at a table on the street outside. So close, yet so far apart.
Continuing my occasional series of people appearing close but separated by some barrier. Here, the man and woman are both the same side of the glass, but we can only see her reflection.
Another pair of diners, separated by a mobile/cell phone. That's the final picture in this 'Separation' series - thanks for all the positive comments and encouragement. I still have a lot to learn and will be trying street photography again soon!
Separating the sacred (the church, to the left) from the profane (the village, to the right). All shots of this series done with the Mitakon Speedmaster at F0.95.
My dentist's office displays artwork in each of the exam rooms. They consist of a single painting on the wall facing the patient. Mostly abstract and of little interest to me. One room however has a wonderfully detailed scene of quaint houses on a quiet back street. The setting is early evening and the artist did a remarkable job of conveying the moodiness of the twilight hour. There are lights on inside the homes, and smoke rising languidly from the chimneys. There's a cat out on someone's front porch. It's quite an immersive scene for me. It puts me at ease and takes my mind off of the clinical setting. I have a weird habit of imagining myself into scenes like this; of somehow interacting with the place that exists only in two dimensions. I would like to walk the cold village streets; smell the chimney smoke. Maybe pet the cat. It's always a disappointment when they put me into a different room and I don't get to experience that painting.
There are places in my real world that speak to me like that painting. Sometimes the reasons are obvious. But often I have no clue. It's really just a feeling. This is one of those places. I often pause here when riding my bicycle. It sits on the boundary between woodland and open meadow. This is high ground and it's always windy here. Everything is parched, bleached and drab this time of year. But that only adds to the attraction. Like the dentist's painting, it pulls me in every time.