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48T slips through the CP at East Hannibal as it prepares to cross the mighty Mississippi and enter Missouri. An air-line separation on eastbound train 148 caused a two-hour delay of the 48T, preventing me from chasing any further west in decent light.
It’s like the hands of time
Are putting handcuffs on mine
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I can’t find a way to stop the hourglass now
Sand just slips away and life goes way too fast
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Overwhelmed by towering trees and thick vegetation, an old, vacant barn slips almost imperceptibly into the ground, settling a little more crooked each passing year. The sounds that once filled this place of needy farm animals clamoring for attention, young farm kids hurrying to feed and care for them, have long since fallen silent.
Broken windows, sagging doors, and fences that no longer contain cows and calves serve as quiet reminders to an old farmer who might drive by for one last look at the old place. While hardly anyone else would notice the barn's steady deterioration, he would, and it would bring him no joy.
For many of my generation who grew up on farms in the middle of the last century, a return to our childhood home might reveal a similar scene. We see our barn decaying, with no effort made to preserve it anymore. Others face something even more stark, a bare farm site where every building that held memories, including the house itself, has been demolished and cleared away to create eight or nine more acres for planting corn or beans.
When I visited our home place after nearly fifty years away, I was surprised by how much smaller the barn and other buildings appeared compared to my childhood memories. Instead of a hard-working farmer, a hobby farmer now lives in our house, using it as a base for his job in town.
The barn had been altered. The doors where cows once entered were boarded over, and the area that held the stanchions where I had milked cows by hand, sitting on a one-legged stool, had been converted into an open pen where a few sheep sheltered at night.
Our old hog shed looked pristine. Gone was the barn-red paint my dad used to buy in five-gallon buckets; the current owner had painted it a clean green, another sign it was unused, because who had ever heard of a clean hog shed, much less a green one?
Overall, several of the outbuildings looked neater and better maintained than I remembered. But something essential was missing.
There was no spirit there, no sounds of animals, tractors, or corn grinders. No voices exchanging observations about the cows or pigs, or discussing what chores remained before worn-out farm boys could head to the house for a chicken supper and quiet family time, before heading to bed early because morning chores would come all too soon.
In my early years, there was no television to interrupt the gentle evening conversations. While my siblings scattered throughout the house, if my father was not too exhausted, he would sit at the kitchen table after supper and attempt to read the Worthington Daily Globe. Often his head would drop lower and lower until it rested on his weathered hands, and he'd take a short nap before rousing himself one more time to drop his bib overalls in a heap on the dining room floor on his way to bed.
In just a few hours, he'd be up before the rest of the family, ready to do it all over again.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
There is nothing quite as lovely as the light after the sun slips down behind the mountains. That's the Rabbit Ears and a few other peaks in the Organ Mountain range.
"But, ah! the gallant Autumn sun
Will soon the world array,
And dress me in the tints he knows
Will make me gay again."
(from "As summer into autumn slips" by Emily Dickinson)
General Coffee State Park
Coffee County, Georgia USA
[1073-D7100-Neo]
© 2023 Mike McCall
Nothing gives way when the sun slips to the sea.
The clouds remain pinned to the horizon, a tour de force
reflecting the ardent waves, surfacing softly through
the colors that illuminate within his San Francisco eyes—
the vigor of a thousand men, wingless on the sand,
an emotion or motion, open and animate in the soul.
And somewhere quietly, the seashells
gather rain. Deep along the shores, they sing through
the rays, reminding me of his tone in warmer weather;
a body loved, something I dream within a dream like
a kiss in a kiss, or the stimulating scent after a storm.
I find myself buoyant during this song;
a perch on the boughs of faith, where gulls stretch
to meet the water, wading effortlessly in the sunset
like a light in the distance that sways on the masts
of sailing ships.
I sense his breath there like angels praying in the fog,
making each inch of the sea pulsate in acquiescence,
the passion of sincerity caressing the back of my nape,
amiable sentiment moving back and forth against
the curves of my convivial spine.
I lean in to fit the form, following with fingertips,
until I attain the tenderness that he offers within
the decorum of his open hand. There, dusk
shelters us from the peripheral world.
For a moment, all else fades.
-Cher
"Summer slips away in golden whispers."
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An early a.m. vessel slips across Monterey Bay behind Natural Bridges State Beach in Santa Cruz, CA.
I met up with Jay G in Davenport only to find the clouds rolling in and no sign of the milky way. Truth be told, we decided to abort and I was heading south to go home when I pulled over near 3-mile beach to take one more look at the sky and saw the Milky Way very visible and rising to the southwest. I reconvened with Jay and we decided to try for Natural Bridges State Beach, on the north side of Santa Cruz, since there would not be time to get around all the light pollution of Monterey Bay.
This is a 7-frame pano, 2-minute exposures for the stars and some light painting on the rock using my headlamp. Luckily, an outbound fishing boat was passing behind the rock as I was shooting the final frame of my pano, so I decided to keep it. I used the O-GPS1 Astrotracer device hotshoe mounted to the Pentax K5 to get long exposures with no star trailing. The device can be a little fussy, but when it works, it works! Here is a brief review of the O-GPS1 (randomly found on the web): www.digitalcamerareview.com/default.asp?newsID=5480&r...
I hope you like this.
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I turn my back to the wind
To catch my breath
Before I start off again
Driven on without a moment to spend
To pass an evening
With a drink and a friend.
I let my skin get too thin
I'd like to pause
No matter what I pretend
Like some pilgrim who learns to transcend
Learns to live as if each step was the end.
Time stand still
I'm not looking back
But I want to look around me now
See more of the people
And the places that surround me now.
Freeze this moment
A little bit longer
Make each sensation
A little bit stronger
Experience slips away.
I turn my face to the sun
Close my eyes
Let my defenses down
All those wounds
That I can't get unwound.
I let my past go too fast
No time to pause
If I could slow it all down
Like some captain
Whose ship runs aground
I can wait until the tide
Comes around.
Make each impression
A little bit stronger
Freeze this motion
A little bit longer
The innocence slips away.
Summer's going fast
Nights growing colder
Children growing up
Old friends growing older
Experience slips away.
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Antonio De Curtis (Totò).
Grunewaldstraße.
Schöneberg.
This photo was taken on Wednesday the 26th of February.
The moon slips between clouds like a shy lover, spilling her silver light across the dark waters of Lough Leane. The mountains stand in hushed devotion, guarding the stillness, while the reeds sway gently as if dancing to a melody only the night can hear. In that quiet glow, the lake becomes a mirror for dreams, reflecting the timeless romance between earth, sky, and water.
In a game of life...
Sometimes when you loose and it just slips by ..
Don't loose on to the sportsman spirit...
Like a true sportsman keep playing on..
Your turn will eventually come !
- SIm :)
Both the circuses and music halls had extensive standing room for patrons, which often became pick-up places for prostitutes tarring the entire music hall scene as unsavoury!
London Hippodrome Theatre
Hippodrome London
March 2010
We’re thrilled to announce the expansion of Le Chateau Hamptons! Introducing East Village, a vibrant new addition to our Blake Sea coastal community. Explore a charming golf course, a lively aeroclub, and a scenic marina with slips available for rent.
This expansion also features beautiful homes available for rent, perfect for those seeking a permanent retreat by the water. Building on the timeless elegance of the Hamptons, East Village offers even more opportunities for relaxation, adventure, and coastal living.
Welcome to the next chapter of Le Chateau Hamptons – your waterfront escape just got bigger! 🌊
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As September slips away, the warm and sunny days of summer start to fade. The leaves on the trees begin to change colour, and the air becomes cooler and crisper.
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— NATURE LEAVES ITS TIME STAMP in the form of a peculiar tattoo on these old tombstones. They're beaten by rough weather at 1400+ elevation. Holding out from the XIX century they easily outdare the more recent ones with communist pentagram and/or design experiments of daringly excessive garishness and sentimentality.
THIS POSTCARD FROM THE LOCAL CHURCHYARD is edited in Snapseed. My iPhone has a much too warm tinted display, so these edits often result in blueish cold slips. Nevertheless, the Flickr Photo Editor offers one more chance to correct this, which I did use here.
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Willow Point Marina
622 Jersey Avenue
Greenwood Lake, NY
Willow Point Marina is located at the North end of Greenwood Lake.
Willow Point is a true full service marina offering 150 slips with summer and winter storage, gas dock, full time mechanic, snack shack, barbeque amenities, men's and women's bathrooms and showers.
Willow Point Marina is considered to have one of the most breath taking panoramic lake and mountain views in the area along with the largest park like grounds.
Whether boating, skiing, fishing or relaxing in our grassy shaded picnic areas Willow Point offers something special for every member of the family.
Our goal is to provide our customers with the greatest boating experience! Baker Marinas offer our members the longest boating season, April 1st through December 1st. Choose one of our four locations and enjoy free weekend getaways at our other three.
Voyager 220 slips along the sea wall with the 1E44 Plymouth Leeds this afternoon.
It was just about low tide and myself and my daughter were bare footing it along the foreshore. The breeze was picking up and the temperature was dropping as per the forecast but the water was surprisingly warm,
The menacing sky was lit from behind by the last of the days sun.
I can honestly say I have never tried a shot of the sea wall whilst up to my middle in Lyme Bay. Just at this point along the wall the track rises high enough to enable seeing most of the side of the train and a little of the wheel sets.
Weaving between the slips of time on the Quiraing. What better way to clear your mind, than exploring the folds of this ancient landscape in the warm light of dawn? 🤔 💭
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This Beaux Arts building, which houses the ferry slips for the Governor's Island ferry, was built in 1906 and was once called the Maritime Ferry Building, It is on the U.S. Register of Historic Places and the New York U.S. National Register of Historic Places and is #243 on the New York City Landmarks list. "Between 2001 and 2005, in a $36 million renovation, the exterior of the building and its deteriorating wooden piers were restored and its exterior repainted in its original multiple color scheme by Jan Hird Pokorny Architects." -- NYC 2008
The large Cabo San Lucas Marina with more than 2,000 slips dominates the port of Cabo San Lucas. Cabo San Lucas or Cabo is a resort city at the southern tip of the 800 mile long Baja California Peninsula in the Mexican state of Baja California Sur. Print size 8x10 inches. HTT, HFF.
Yippie-yi-o
Yippie-yi-yay
Ghost riders in the sky...
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As the summer weather slips away, we're still dangling our toes in the cement pond as these clouds wisped by overhead...
An Anhinga slips through the calm air in the last rays of the evening sun.
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Canon 7D | 400mm f/5.6L
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Anhinga | Bonita Springs, FL
On really sunny days on my beach forays, I struggle with landscape shots, and start looking for beach and sand patterns. The only problem is there are so many, and they're all so beautiful, which one do you choose. I normally have a frantic half hour , and it's funny how time slips away while you're having fun. Funny how time slips away is a Willie Nelson version on my playlist, but I do also love a Bryan Ferry version I've got. It was only after I'd taken this I realised the beautiful little sunburst was part of the picture.
All work no play may have made Jack a dull boy
But all work no God has left Jack with a lost soul
But he's moving on full steam
He's chasing the American dream
And he's gonna give his family the finer things
Not this time son I've no time to waste
Maybe tomorrow we'll have time to play
And then he slips into his new BMW
And drives farther and farther and farther away
So He works all day and tries to sleep at night
He says things will get better;
Better in time
And he works and he builds with his own two hands
And he pours all he has in a castle made with sand
But the wind and the rain are comin' crashing in
Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands
His kingdom stands
His American Dream is beginning to seem
More and more like a nightmare
With every passing day
"Daddy, can you come to my game?"
"Oh Baby, please don't work late."
Another wasted weekend
And they are slipping away
'Cause he works all day and lies awake at night
He tells them things will get better
It'll just take a little more time
He used to say, "Whoever dies with the most toys wins"
But if he loses his soul, what has he gained in the end
I'll take a shack on the rock
Over a castle in the sand
Now he works all day and cries alone at night
It's not getting any better
Looks like he's running out of time
'Cause he worked and he built with his own two hands
And he poured all he had in a castle made with sand
But the wind and the rain are coming crashing in
Time will tell just how long his kingdom stands
His kingdom stands
All they really wanted was You
Casting Crowns ~ American Dream
I wrote this song on the morning of my first day without Pappy... 😓 The accompanying photo is Pap walking with Mom, an indelible image, an image of devotion, but there's no stopping life... Because: "Time Slips Away"... www.facebook.com/halvorsong
Today we put Pappy in the ground
And Mama's in the kitchen, crying out loud
Love 'em while you got 'em, everyday
It's a fact of life, time slips away
*Time slips away into tomorrow,
but the Lord is near all those in sorrow
Angels sing when the broken pray
It's a fact of life, time slips away
Today we put Pappy in the ground
Scattered ashes to the four winds now
His body made whole, our hearts are frayed
It's a fact of life, time slips away
*Time slips away like a power cord,
runnin' to Heaven and the Holy Lord
Angels sing when the broken pray
It's a fact of life, time slips away
To this Road all runners come,
willing or not to feel God's love
The ground is hard when we turn the spade
It's a fact of life, time slips away
*Time slips away into tomorrow,
but the Lord is with all those in sorrow
Angels sing when the broken pray
It's a fact of life, time slips away
It's a fact of life, time slips away 😔