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Mamiya M645 Pro. Fuji Reala iso100 negative film
I've shot long exposures on many films. Fuji Reala is not my go-to film for this sort of thing. But, as so often happens, it's what I had loaded. Since I was time limited and packing way too slow film I horrifically underexposed these.
Every photograph should tell a story. Such is this one of Wallen Creek (some refer to it as Stone Creek) on Hwy. 421 just out of Pennington Gap, Virginia.
Saturday on my way back from shooting Martin's Fork Lake over in Kentucky, I noticed how pretty the colors were along the creek as I came down Hwy. 421. Stopping, I made my way down the bank and eyeballed the scene. Since it's been dry, the stream was not rolling like it normally did. I noticed a spot on the other side that would give me a great angle downstream, and, since there were rocks sticking up all the way across, I had a means to get there...I thought!
Now for those who are unfamiliar with this creek, it is necessary to inform you that are are some fairly deep "holes" in it...even when the water is below normal. Well, about half way across, my left foot slipped off the rock it was on, and down I went in a most ungraceful way. The only thing I can remember, was the thought that I just HAD to keep the old Nikon above water regardless of injury to me. Fortunately, it was mounted on my fully extended tripod and held in my right hand (of which I was holding up as high as I could under the sudden circumstances). It's a good thing no one was around, because I would've stll been been half submerged in that creek; and he (or they) would've still been laughing. (I have to admit, it probably would've been funny to watch)!
As I fell, my left knee and leg evidently nailed the rock I had been standing on. I had a knot below my knee as big as a goose egg, and my waterproof Timberland boots failed me. (Of course, the gallon of water that was in each one of them came in over the top). My whole left side was soaked, including my coat. About the only dry threads were on my right arm, which did manage to keep the camera out of the water (although it did get splashed a little).
So there I was, my left leg and knee aching, pretty much soaked to the bone, and half laying in a very cold creek early on a morning that the temps were in the low to mid-forties. Needless to say, I didn't get all the way across the creek, but I did get some shots. After a few minutes, I was starting to get very cold and decided to end my photo sessions for the day. At least I kept my camera dry!
De Wallen or De Walletjes is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam and consists of a network of alleys containing approximately three hundred one-room cabins rented by prostitutes who offer their sexual services from behind a window or glass door, typically illuminated with red lights. These "kamers" are the most visible and typical kind of red light district sex work in Amsterdam and are a large tourist attraction.De Wallen, together with the prostitution areas Singelgebied and Ruysdaelkade, form the Rosse Buurt (red light areas) of Amsterdam. Of these De Wallen is the oldest and largest area.The area also has a number of sex shops, sex theatres, peep shows, a sex museum, a cannabis museum, and a number of coffee shops that sell marijuana.
Saggy pants, like the two chaps on the train this evening, wearing exactly the same shoes, belts, watches and saggy pants. And they were not even identical twins.
Arriving from Nashville, USA as IFA6298. Carrying American country pop singer Morgan Wallen. morganwallen.com/
De Wallen is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam and consists of a network of alleys containing approximately three hundred one-room cabins rented by prostitutes who offer their sexual services from behind a window or glass door, typically illuminated with red lights. These "kamers" are the most visible and typical kind of red light district sex work in Amsterdam and are a large tourist attraction.
Oudezijds Achterburgwal - Oudezijds Voorburgwal.
A day of transit and observations.
Visit Amsterdamize!
De Wallen is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam and is located along the Oudezijds Voorburgwal Street and Canal behind the Oude Kerk. Print Size 13x19 inches.
Well taking date was yesterday and I can't see the camera setting under the sun. Now we are away from home and can't change the taking date by phone. Anyhow we are celebrating today 19.September.2018 Gustaf's birthday and can't reply any questions or thanking personally at this moment. We will be home next week. We shall call you or reply you as soon as we can. Thank you so much for everything, including the gifts, wishes, mail and calls. We deeply appreciated all the kindness and love. Hugs....Gus and Nyomee.
You are only young once, but you can stay immature indefinitely.
~Ogden Nash
First you forget names; then you forget faces; then you forget to zip up your fly; and then you forget to unzip your fly.
~Branch Rickey
For those with a few minutes...
GETTING OLD
by Norm Wallen
This is about one (male) person's experience with getting old. I don't know whether it fits anyone else, but I don't think that I'm (that) unique. I don't much like caveats, but here's one anyway. I've read little of burgeoning literature on aging - for two reasons: one is my propensity for denial - which I'll get to presently - the other is that when I have read some it made me want to vomit.
So, what follows is my understanding of what has happened to me. I hope you find it useful; if not, at least entertaining. If neither, well - to hell with you.
My old age started at 60. Well, almost. My 50th birthday was awful but the metaphor soon passed and my attitude remained basically denial. I know denial is supposed to be unhealthy - leading to all kinds of unconscious irrational side effects. Actually, I believe it's true, but what is overlooked are its advantages - in relation to aging. Consider the alternatives: compensation and acceptance. Compensation says, Okay, so I can't do what I used to; I'll do other things instead. Bullshit! Basketweaving instead of basketball? Hiking instead of skiing? Ping-pong instead of racquetball? Repairing the bird feeder instead of the roof? Forget it!
Acceptance. Even worse. Just eat it, fella. Don't mind that you can't do what gave you joy. Accept the fact that it's over - or almost. Why? So you can drift, uncomplaining into becoming a vegetable? Or so you can appreciate the delights of aging? Fine - what are they? Sit back and bask in your accomplishments. Great, if you are sufficient fool to really believe it. In reality, our triumphs, if any, are trivial. Especially in an era when nothing is sacred. Who knows whether science is - finally - a good thing? Whether what we have tried to teach, as teachers, parents, friends, or citizens, has any real value? Good Lord, even making money is no longer universally worshipped. We can, being human, kid ourselves into comfort - but for how long? Better to deny those protesting muscles and neurons and keep on keeping on. The joy is, after all, in the anticipation and the doing, not the reminiscence.
Up to a point. My point was around 60. Denial finally failed me. I could no longer switch quickly from one topic to another; I had to recognise the slippage. Naturally, I saw it first in others - "Come on John, we decided that 15 minutes ago!" Getting up to make a point and finding the words wouldn't come. Next, the body. Packing and moving put the final touches on my unsuspected sciatica, curse of the careless. Screw denial, this hurts. Not a whole lot; just enough. So, now what? I really don't regret my denial strategy though I might have paid a little more attention to my body. There's nothing I could have done about my brain.
It seems I have no choice but to pay attention, pace myself, parcel out my physical and mental energy and try not to do anything too stupid. I want to be able to walk in the wilderness, to participate in the world and to copulate once in awhile without seizing up.
There are a few good things. I no longer have to compete, to prove anything and that's a relief. Time with children and friends is good but never enough (the endless wail of us seniors). There is satisfaction in achieving, at last, a sizable measure of marital understanding. And there is considerable pleasure in getting away with speaking my mind. You really can get away with a lot once you acquire "old fart" status. Just think how marvelous it would be if AARP became "Old Farts United" (and quit selling out).
I figure another ten reasonably good years. Unavoidable deterioration but, hopefully, no major catastrophe. After 75 scares me. Not dying, mostly. Every so often the thought terrifies me; none of the available condolences works and I can't conceive of being non-existent. But most of the time I accept (how about that?) the inevitable. What really scares me is the prospect of living my last few years and dying the way my parents did. I would like to age gracefully, as I imagine Katherine Hepburn and William 0 Douglas have, and as a woman I know actually did. I would like to tell my experiences in a useful way as Indian elders are supposed to. And I want to know when I have become a burden to those who love me. Long before the catheters, forced feeding and all the rest Long before it costs somebody $3,000 a month to keep me in one of those nursing facilities where the only signs of real life (in a good one!) are among the staff. And this when we have children going to bed hungry! I want to know when I can no longer feel joy or produce it in others, and I want to be able to end it with dignity. God forbid a mind-destroying tumor or stroke (or whatever) that modern medicine is so pleased to deter from its natural course. I have long thought the "primitives" knew better. When you can't keep up, be left with a blanket, a little food and some dope. Since we are too civilised for this, maybe denial - to the end - makes more sense.
Source: Anderson Valley Advertiser, Boonville, California 94515 30 August 1995
Cabinet card by Strong, Kewanee, Illinois. The card that was inserted into the album, with this cabinet card, says that this is "Maggie Wallen". I believe that this photographer is probably Luke Strong, who started out in Oquawka, Henderson County, Illinois, before 1870, and subsequently worked in Aledo, Mercer County, Illinois. This is probably Margaret Wallen, daughter of Olaf & Katherine Wallen, who was born in Sweden in 1869. The family was living in Sparta, Knox County, Illinois, in 1880. They apparently came to this country in 1872 or 1873. This photo probably dates from the late 1880's.
Racisms in Finland? What is that? Can you eat?
I immigrated from Myanmar (Burma) posing with Prime Minister of Finland, taken by my Iraqi friend Thana Al-awad (Psychologist) . It was smack bang in the middle of Helsinki. President and Prime Minister can go around without secret service bodyguards in Finland. I politely asked him to take his photograph and he invited me to pose with him. I hate to take candid shots. He is about 6'6" (198cm) tall so I am 5'4" (164cm) look midget near him. Check more about him en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Matti_Vanhanen.
De Wallen is Amsterdam's famed red-light district. It's been a center of prostitution for centuries
Amsterdam
March 10, 2011
Overlooking the Red Light District, Oude Kerk is Amsterdam's oldest church- built in 1306
Amsterdam
March 10, 2011
The fabled city of Amsterdam- one of those cities that is known worldwide by its name alone. It’s the mother city- mother of modern capitalism, mother of tolerance, mother of the modern republic, and for a New Yorker, still fondly remembered as the mother city of NYC. The city was also a very brief stopover of the Pilgrims that eventually made their way to Massachusetts.
For all these things, it seems a proud city- full of life, confidence, and openness - a rare place of “live and let live”- a comfortably casual yet refined town, not without its downsides of course, but somehow a very positive place…
It’s a visually beautiful place as well- canals and water everywhere, the staid houses of the 17th century well-to-do, its parks and churches and gardens.
Amsterdam had one of the greatest runs in history. It’s a relatively new city- settled around the 1200’s, when the Amstel River was dammed. (The place of “The Dam” still exists). It remained relatively obscure for a few centuries, and so, was never a center of Medieval culture, and thus, never firmly established the feudal institutions and extreme religion of that age.
The city didn’t rise to prominence until after 1588, when the Dutch Republic drove out the Spanish Empire during the Eighty Years War. As the first modern Republic, it was not bound by a totalitarian religious and political regime. Its policy of relative religious freedom drew in Europe’s misfits- Huguenots, Jews, and traders and artists driven out of the cities of Southern Netherlands (modern Belgium), especially from the formerly prosperous Antwerp.
Its policy of free trade inspired the city to become an economic powerhouse- the first major mercantile city of the Modern era. It spread its influence far and wide, establishing bases and colonies in Africa, Asia, Oceania, and the Americas. At its height, it was the most prosperous city on Earth. The magnitude of the city’s wealth at this time can still be seen along the canal rings, where the houses of the merchant class still stand proudly. Its stock market, founded in 1602, is the oldest continually operating exchange in the world. It was also an intellectual and artistic center of Europe, the home of painters such as Rembrandt, and philosophers such as Spinoza.
In 1609, the Dutch West India Company, one of two major arms of Dutch trade, hired the English explorer, Henry Hudson, to find a northerly route to Asia. Instead, he found the American river that still bears his name. In 1624, on an island where that river meets the sea, a colony was established called New Amsterdam, which eventually became a city that had its own unprecedented run in the 19th and 20th centuries.
Though the Dutch only held New Amsterdam for a few decades, the similarities between the mother and its child are striking. Historical Amsterdam is huddled around a ring of canals and has a bustling, congested feel, full of pedestrians, trams, cars, and bicycles darting here and there. In its heyday, the city was the preeminent commercial city of the world, much as New York was in its prime. Amsterdam drew the misfits of the world under a spirit of openness, much like NYC has done. As an artistic and intellectual center, it is home to world-class museums and orchestras, as well as ambitious and successful artists. The two cities also draw a constellation of tourists, some decidedly obnoxious.
There are plenty of differences. For instance, we learned very quickly (and hungrily), that Amsterdam is a city that sleeps- after midnight, the town goes quiet. And despite the congestion, it is not a frenetically driven city. People take more time.
No matter all these things, it is wonderfully unique city. Charming, beautiful, refined, seedy, free-spirited- a place of many dimensions.
Brielle is a very old Dutch fortified town, and a historical place in Dutch history.
The panorama was made out of 3 photo's taken with my drone.
De Wallen is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam and is located along the Oudezijds Voorburgwal Street and Canal behind the Oude Kerk. Print Size 13x19 inches.
De Wallen’s narrow streets and alleys offer approximately three hundred one-room cabins occupied by prostitutes who offer their sexual services from behind a window typically illuminated with red lights. De Wallen is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam and is located along the Oudezijds Voorburgwal Street and Canal behind the Oude Kerk. Print Size 13x19 inches.
Happy Window Wednesday
I tried to draw Morgan Wallen for my brother's birthday, but I am S.T.R.U.G.G.L.I.N.G. Does anyone have any advice? It kind of sucks right now and I'm probably not going to give it to him whilst it looks like this. I started to write titles of his songs at the top, and then decided I didn't like it so now I have to figure out a way to get rid of that. Also, sorry for the bad quality photo, I had to take it on my laptop. Anyway, thanks in advance!
De Wallen’s narrow streets and alleys offer approximately three hundred one-room cabins occupied by prostitutes who offer their sexual services from behind a window typically illuminated with red lights. De Wallen is the largest and best known red-light district in Amsterdam and is located along the Oudezijds Voorburgwal Street and Canal behind the Oude Kerk. Print Size 13x19 inches.
Happy Window Wednesday
This Lee County mill (Thompson's Mill) is located on Wallens Creek in an area known as Horse Hollow in Jonesville, Va. I photographed it yesterday, but in very bright light. Today, it was somewhat better, but I'm still not satisfied. I really needed to be on the other side of the creek, but could only get there by wading (way too cold), or walking down to a bridge, crossong over, and walking all the way back up (which I did not have the time to do). Maybe next time.
Le Quartier Rouge d’Amsterdam, que les Amstellodamois préfèrent par ailleurs appeler De Wallen (« les quais »), se situe dans le centre historique de la ville. On trouve ainsi au cœur du Quartier Rouge la plus ancienne église d’Amsterdam, la bien nommée église Oude Kerk (« Vieille Eglise »).
D’une manière générale, le Quartier Rouge d’Amsterdam est de loin le plus animé de la ville, à toute heure de la journée du fait des nombreux bars et coffee shops qui y sont présents. Difficile aussi de passer à côté des femmes dans les vitrines illuminées de rouge (desquelles le Quartier Rouge tient son nom). Il ne faut pas oublier que la prostitution légale est considérée comme une activité économique par les Néerlandais. D’où les patrouilles permanentes de policiers qui rend ainsi Le red light district (le quartier chaud) le plus sûr au monde.