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With every new tide, a fresh canvas is set where the local inhabitants can leave their trails. These tracks were discovered on one of the many sandy beaches uncovered at low tide on the Georges River. It looks like multiple species frequented here on this occasion.
this is a long exposure late evening shot of the frozen beach, I didn't notice the animal tracks until I downloaded it to the computer, I think they are a nice addition!
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Oldie but a goodie. Freestyle painted in 1994 with Chen under the south Minneapolis Tracks. This piece was really significant at the time and was a relatively different style then people were used to seeing in Minneapolis. I basically rocked a piece in what I consider to be a style in the culture of Cali graffiti at the time. It wasn't as good as what I was used to seeing but I was so infuenced at the time by writers that I had grown up admiring like Risky, Power, Slick, Hex, Dream (L.A.), Green and Charlie that it came out in my style. Originally, I painted with Chen but he never finished and I did. Funny thing is, while painting this, I had a younger writer (now a famous T.C. writer) and his Mom, stand behind me and watch me and ask me questions the whole time. I didn't mind. At them time, I was just flattered to have anyone take notice. Also, when I came back a few days later to try to get a photo, I didn't realize that there was a group of people sitting up on the embankment behind the wall. When I took the photo, I heard some people start screaming and yelling at me. I began to walk away and noticed that a small mob had decided to attempt to snatch my camera and jump me. As they approached, I took off running to gain a distance on them. I figured I had a better shot at fighting one or two that followed before the rest caught up. I ran about 10 blocks with some of them on my tail. I finally stopped when it was me and only one other dude. I grabbed the biggest rock I could find and quickly turned and started to go for him. As I got about 5 feet away, he realized that he was alone and that I had now become the aggressor and he stopped dead in his tracks. I think that he had thought that I would be afraid of him. With a giant rock in my hand, I wasn't afraid of shit. He paused and I started to threaten him. He couldn't understand me because he only spoke Spanish but knew I meant business. Right about then, a female approached and intervened. She stated, "He thought you were trying to take a picture of us. We are homeless and drug addicts. We were using drugs and he thought you took a picture of us. Don't hurt him." I told her to tell him I was only taking pictures of my graffiti. She did. He quickly changed his demeaner and when I saw him change to a nonaggressive attitude, I put the rock down. We clearly had a stand off that was based off of a misunderstanding. He looked me over and then they turned and walked back to join their group and I climbed the bridge embankment I was at and went home. It was A really intense sitiuation and I am glad that nothing bad ended up happening. It could have been bad on both our ends. Crazy times!
Looking inland up the valley of the Gruinard River towards Fisherfield Forest. This estate track leads as far as a boathouse at the near (downstream) end of Loch na Sealga and is one of the best routes into the "Great Wilderness", a wild, roadless area between Little Loch Broom and Loch Maree. The Beinn Deargs can be seen in the distance at right, beyond the rocky hills of Lewisian gneiss.
Amtrak 682 crosses the Charles River and passes a track gang inspecting the switches of the approach to North Station.
On the black sand of Urenui Beach - on New Zealand's west coast. The east coast of NZ has white sand.
As the morning sunlight crested the eastern mountains it caught the edges of San Diego's network of trolley and train tracks.
Well, I think that I am finished with my visit to Howell, Michigan. I guess I'll jump on the next train out of town!
I like the stories of the hoboes who road the rails in the dark days of The Great Depression. Traveling gave them hope. Maybe in the next town I'll find a job, a home, a sweetheart.........
A song from a movie about the romance of the rails is "Wish Me a Rainbow" from the movie, "This Property is Condemned." www.youtube.com/watch?v=iwXI14h3NqI
Ispica 1988
Analogue Slide scan
Plustek Scanner
Kodak Film Kodachrome 64
Camera Canon A1
South sicilia italy
At the start of my second trek to the 4922 plateau I had this view of the railroad track leading downstream to the potash mine at Potash, Utah. The trail toward the plateau crosses the track near this point.
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