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This is possibly the coolest looking strip mall ever. Konica Autoreflex T3, Film Ferrania P30, Rodinal 1:50.
Boat sitting next to the warning boat, both in a nearly empty lot, completely stripped.
***UPDATE, as of 8-2016 the boat has disappeared after localized flooding***
180 second exposure, protomachines set to gold.
Click on the image, because it's best BIG on BLACK!!!
Construction of reactors number 5 and 6 continued throughout the night of the explosion at the 4th Chernobyl nuclear power plant. If the glow of the fire wasn’t visible from the upper levels then as dawn broke the smoke must have been.
Despite the disaster unfolding next door at 8am that morning the 286 construction workers of the day shift clocked on. Construction work on 5 and 6 was soon stopped but resumed again on the 10th October 1986. Six months later on the 24 April 1987 work was once again halted and on May 23 1989 the decision was made not to complete the reactors.
The Power Plants are located approximately 18 km north west of the City of Chernobyl. Reactor Number 1 was completed in 1977 and followed by Reactor Number 2 in 1978, Number 3 in 1981, and Number 4 in 1983.
Reactor Number 5 was approximately 70% complete at the time of the accident. The 6th was scheduled for completion in 1994. When functioning Reactors 5 and 6 would have been capable of producing 1,000 MW’s each.
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Converse strip mit heissen Sneakersocks nach einem langen Tag an der Arbeiten....
Etwas für Geniesser...
Converse strip with hot smelly sneaker socks after a long day work.... something for connoisseurs...
mmmm....
it's not yet light
the sun, it's coming
a soft rain is falling
you can hear the water
gurgling in the downspouts
the muses are awake
as is my dog
who's looking up at me
as if to say,
"it's awful damn early."
me? you ask
don't worry,
i'm under a covered porch
with the propane heaters going,
french roast coffee
stirred up thick in all its blackness,
and a cigar,
arturo fuentes to be exact;
been reading the Iliad:
i had forgotten the brutality,
stripping the armor
mutilating the body,
& how personal it all is.
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Another one from the trip to Amsterdam back in January.
The Bellagio anchor Las Vegas Blvd. from a few years back. At this time, The Sphere was still under construction and Resorts World was newly constructed.
"Why did the chicken cross the Mobius Strip? To get to the same side! Bazinga!" ~ Sheldon in Big Bang Theory.
Our Daily Challenge ... beginning.
Scavenge Challenge ... #16 ... Noun starting with 'mo'
The mobius strip has no beginning or end. Wikipedia ( en.wikipedia.org/wiki/M%C3%B6bius_strip) explains it's properties wll and this site shows how it can be used to create an optical illusion.
www.moillusions.com/2006/10/eschers-moebius-ring-with-ant...
Like everything in life, some days you approach your daily tasks with joy; other days sadness. I think the same is true of artistic expression. There we can find an outlet for all sorts of feelings. I've taken a very stylized, almost idealized approach to the recent doll portraits, and it seemed to work fine in that context. It all seemed to change when I began to work on the cymbal monkey. This forlorn face seemed to symbolize (see what I did there?) all the sadness I used to feel at carnivals and especially circuses with performing animals. A sadness compounded once when I watched circus elephants being loaded onto a train car to be transported to the next town...a sort of melancholy road show. That was many years ago and it was perhaps just five minutes out of my life, but that vision has stayed with me all these years. It was in a state of suspended animation I guess until seeing this little monkey and it came roaring back at me. I studied the monkey carefully before taking the photograph. The little vest, the striped pants, and the tiny cymbals strapped to its hands in perpetuity. But most of all those soulful eyes; reminded me of my dog Red in her final days, seemingly resigned to her fate but all the while maintaining a sense of stoic dignity. Something animals can often pull off better than humans. With that connection complete, I lifted the camera and took the shot, three actually but nailed it on the first one (successive shots are often a matter of instinct rather than a real need; sometimes they pay off). Felt in processing this the need to strip away any sort of veneer or to soften the image. It is what it is and it didn't seem right to sully that.