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In several places in the Azores, I encountered feral domestic chickens. On the Island of Terceira, this young hen in the nature park on Mount Brasil didn’t seem to have a fear of humans. She came right up to me unlike many of the other chickens in the park.. The were lots of chickens and some Guinea fowl on Monte Brasil.
I'm afraid the heat has kept me away from Sussex Prairies for the last few days, but the temperature finally dropped today, to my huge relief, so I'm sure I'll be back there very soon. I love colour and the garden is a feast for the eyes at this time of year. :)
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The Finale
So you have probably been wondering what the days and weeks mean. It actually was not supposed to be this way. Starting back in February or March, I almost completely lost the will to post. I had images from October, November, and December that were in Lightroom that I had not even looked at since the day I took them. I had a camera roll and multiple notes filled with random photos, train symbols, and all sorts of information that had no meaning until I actually associated the information with something. It was also at this time I felt fairly discouraged. From December 23 to March 16, the day before I went out again, I had only been out twice. I believe February saw one single sunny, cloudless day in the Gorge this year, a day in which I had class. There was a day that called for sun and no clouds, and I actually drove out before sunrise, planning to shoot all day only to arrive in Hood River as the sun came up to a solid sheet of clouds. I turned right around and came home. February is up there as being on of my favorite months to shoot, and I expected multiple outings this year, only to come away with none.
So anyway, about a month ago, I thought I would motivate myself to edit and post the stuff I hadn’t looked at for a few months. As much as I wish I never had to post the images, I knew that if I saved up all my favorites at the same time, it would make the posting more interesting for me. I created a note that listed in order which images I would post and what needed to be said. The list was roughly 21 images, and I thought it would make sense to do one a day, so I opted to keep the title and everything the same as it is in my notes when I post here. I guess I felt the need to explain because I do not want anyone getting the wrong idea here. By no means do I think my images are any better than anyone else’s. It was simply for me to organize my thoughts and make it easier for me to actually share some of my adventures with you all. There are plenty of amazing photographers that have come before me and who will come after me, and as someone who has only been shooting for about 4 years now, I have a long way to go before I have the right to make any claims about what’s good and what’s bad. I like looking at cool stuff, you like looking at cool stuff, and that is exactly how I want to keep it. If you made it this far, let’s add some context to what exactly you are looking at.
This is BNSFs Oregon Trunk Subdivision. Minus all the CTC upgrades within the last few years, this whole piece of railroad feels a bit like a time capsule. Estimates in the early 2000s put the traffic levels for this line somewhere in the teens or low 20s, numbers that are nowhere in sight today, and quite frankly, numbers that will never exist. The line, running south out of Wishram, WA to Chemult, OR, where it meets with the UP Cascade Subdivision, sees about 4-6 trains a day. Seeing trains in good light on this line is incredibly challenging. There is a reason that this shot, which is fairly accessible to anyone who hikes and is not afraid of heights, is scarcely seen given how photogenic it is. If the searchlights and pole line were not removed, this line would almost feel a bit like Raton is now. The road into here is actually the old ROW for the competing company (backed by Edward Harriman) that built along the eastern side of the Deschutes River Canyon. You can find abandoned infrastructure in a few places in the canyon.
Within the first 71 miles, there are 3 sidings, 2 real ones. The first siding, being Moody at MP5, is 4329 feet and has rarely ever been used. The first real siding is Oakbrook at MP38.4, being 6232 feet in length. Dixon, at MP 70, is 5469 feet, and the sidings continue from here at regular 20 mile or so intervals all the way to Chemult. Every train through here is very short, almost every single one is a manifest, and the speeds are very slow. A few more trains per day and it would almost be perfect. What you are looking at is a location known as the Twin Bridges. Instead of following the curvature of the Deschutes, the railroad crosses the river, through a tunnel, and then crosses it again immediately upon leaving the portal. The train originated from the ballast pit at “Missile Base”, a location on the Lakeside Sub. It is running to the yard at Lookout, CA, presumably for a maintenance project on the Gateway. This is, perhaps, about as peaceful a rail line you will find.
As for the current Favorites Series, it will be something I continue in the future, but this will be it for a little bit. All I have is worthless junk again, some of which I will throw around here and there. It has been fun. Thanks for viewing. Until next time.
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March 30, 2024 - 5:33PM
Sherar, OR // BNSF Oregon Trunk Sub
be very afraid.
She's 3 and she's not afraid to use it.
reminds me of this: www.flickr.com/photos/diyosa/817994509/ I should process it the same.
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Not afraid of working upside down, this Hairy Woodpecker is busy feeding on this dead limb. Similar to the Downy Woodpecker, the Hairy Woodpecker is slightly larger with a longer bill and some subtle colouration differences.
Never be afraid to try something new. Remember that amateurs built the Ark. Professionals built the Titanic. Author Unknown
I'm feeling up and down lately. So much to think. Tired from running away but more afraid to face the problems.
currently listening to "Just A Dream" by Nelly - Christina Grimmie & Sam Tsui
When you love, you afraid of losing.
When you fear of losing, you lose.
When you lose, you afraid to love.
Kun rakastaa, pelkää menettävänsä.
Kun pelkää menettävänsä, menettää.
Kun menettää, pelkää rakastaa.
what a stupid name for a photo..
carin exploring.
i was afraid of water so i was there for only a few second haha.
going to china on monday and havent start packinggggg.
just finished watching harper's island with dad, it was sooooo aweeeesomeeeeeee!!!
I'm afraid I found that I'd rather eat fruit than photograph it, so I passed on today's Looking Close... on Friday group challenge. That meant I had to dip into my alternative list again and the theme picked at random was Pastel. This is a porcelain stud button, hand painted in Limoges in the late 1800s, and it's about 1" wide. Nearly all of the wild flowers have disappeared from my lawn now, but I did find this one tiny pink one. The background is the inside of a large shell.
♫ That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane
Lenny Bruce is not afraid.
Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn,
world serves its own needs,
Dummy serve your own needs. ♫
Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength,
The Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height.
Wire in a fire, representing seven games, and a government
for hire at a combat site.
Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furys breathing down your neck.
Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped.
Look at that low playing.
Fine, then.
Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do to Save
yourself, serve yourself.
World serves its own needs,
listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right.
You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
♫It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. ♫
Six o'clock - TV hour.
Don't get caught in foreign towers.
Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn.
Lock it in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting.
Every motive escalate.
Automotive incinerate.
Light a candle, light a motive.
Step down, step down.
Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier.
Renegade steer clear!
A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies.
Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
♫It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine. ♫
The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide.
Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. ♫
Leonard Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom!
You symbiotic, patriotic, slam bug net, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel
fine...fine...♫
Is it a wonder I broke? Let's hear one more joke
Then we could all just laugh until I cry
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Front shot
Not a great photo I'm afraid, but pleased with the results given the circumstances. I was cycling back from Fulham with a friend and spotted this in Camden traffic. I made my excuses and let my mate go ahead, this was too good to miss.
A proper old wreck, lord knows it's a survivor though. Kept alive with a new wing, but I fear the rust may take over.
An estimate is that there are some 2.3 billion mothers on the globe, I’m afraid this field could “only” supply some 0.01% of them with a beautiful blue hyacinth…
Mother's Day is today celebrated in close to 90 countries (Wikipedia). Mother's Day is a celebration honoring mothers and motherhood, maternal bonds, and the influence of mothers in society. It is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in March or May. It complements Father's Day, a similar celebration honoring fathers. The celebration of Mother's Day began in the United States in the early 20th century; it is not related to the many celebrations of mothers and motherhood that have occurred throughout the world over thousands of years, such as the Greek cult to Cybele, the Roman festival of Hilaria, or the Christian Mothering Sunday celebration. Despite this, in some countries Mother's Day has become synonymous with these older traditions. The modern holiday of Mother's Day was first celebrated in 1908, when Anna Jarvis held a memorial for her mother in Grafton, West Virginia. She then began a campaign to make "Mother's Day" a recognized holiday in the United States. Although she was successful in 1914, she was already disappointed with its commercialization by the 1920s. Jarvis' holiday was adopted by other countries and it is now celebrated all over the world. In this tradition, each person offers a gift, card, or remembrance toward their mothers, grandmothers, and/ or maternal figure on mother's day.
Blazon, 2002.
Impressive thick layers of paint, so attractive that you want to touch the works: that is the work of one of Dutch artist Bram Bogart (1921-2012).
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¿Qué vas a hacer?
Háblame, cuéntame tus sueños,
¿Estoy en ellos?
Dime tus miedos
estas asustado?
Cuéntame tus historias
No tengo miedo de quién eres.
Podemos volar.
pobre es el hombre
cuyos placeres dependen
del permiso de otra persona.
Ámame, eso es, ámame.
Quiero ser tu bebé.
Erotic video....Song
Wishing, needing, hoping....
What are you going to do?
Talk to me, tell me your dreams,
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
re scared?
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are.
We can fly.
poor is the man
whose pleasures depend
of someone else's permission.
Love me, that's it, love me.
I want to be your baby.