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Another cruisin’ image from the National Street Rod Association parade….I loved the baby-blue color and all the artwork so proudly displayed!
J'avais repéré cette fleur jaune (tritome) que le vent avait rabattue sur le sol. J'étais en train de la photographier lorsque j'ai aperçu tout près de moi cette fleur de pissenlit. Je l'ai cueillie et l'ai superposée à cette fleur jaune. Et voici le résultat.
Terminal Railroad Association of St. Louis' Job T201 rolls down High Speed 56 aboard TRRA 4002 with traffic for BNSF's Lindenwood Yard in tow. In a couple miles, at Iron Mountain Junction, T201 will hop onto BN32 for the rest of the distance into Lindenwood.
Happy Macro Monday my Flickr Friends :-)))
Thank you for your kind visit. Have a wonderful and beautiful day! xo❤️ ❤️
Close-up with the Mitakon Speedmaster at F0.95. Just playing around. I think, I can reduce the focus even more and get closer to an almost abstract rendition of the camera or, at least, get to an image that offers just enough information to trigger the association "camera".
While I was in Wisconsin the other week, my brother took my son and I to a big airshow in Oshkosh -- one of the biggest of its kind, apparently. It was kind of cloudy that day, which actually made for some more interesting pictures, especially after boosting the contrast and clarity sliders in lightroom :-)
Comme chaque automne sur les lacs du DDO , les grands cormorans se regroupent pour plonger et pêcher en bande organisée . Ce faisant , ils rabattent les poissons vers la berge où les attendent les grandes aigrettes qui suivent les allers retours en planant au dessus de l'étang .
jERRY tHOMPSON AND Lawrence jONES THE THIRD
Authors cover Civil War and Revolution on the Rio Grande Frontier
TRRA's 201 job made quick work of departing Madison Yard and rolling through St. Louis on this late afternoon. With the early sunsets, it's a tough job to catch with any daylight. We found some rays of light at Compton Ave and luckily, nothing was parked on any of the "High Speed" tracks.
01-11-2025
My attempt at the "Looking close... on Friday" theme "Shoe Sole". My first association is: falling! Because if you have kids you probably know: They do fall A LOT when they‘re small and no matter how hard you try, you won‘t be able to prevent it all of the time! It‘s just part of growing up, I guess!
Shot with a "Tomioka-Copal 71 mm F 4" (enlarging) lens on a Canon EOS R5.
An abandoned creamery, 600 South Railroad Avenue, WaKeeney, Kansas. This creamery was built in 1938 and has a sign on it that says "Farmers Union Cooperative Association". The building looks like it has been abandoned for many years.
Ploughing with heavy horses Peggy and Prince at the 125th annual ploughing match organised by Holmesfield & Barlow Ploughing Association at Moorend Farm, Barlow, Derbyshire.
If you would like to know more about the association here is a link to their web page gvhockey.com.au/
Orange NASCAR with white (stickers, cut from edge of Lego sticker sheet!) stripes. Minifig is quite old (well not the head or hands)
A luz que visitei acabou por mandar-me embora, fui despedido. José ficou ninho sem ovos. Abandono ao avesso. Cheio e só. Tarde demais. O sangue é ruim. Ninguém faz o coração bater em ritmo desafinado. Dois estranhos depois de tanto se sentarem à mesa por tannnnnntos anos e nunca terem se confessado. Ficar só e completo é descobrir- se pai e mãe e filho e irmão e totalmente exausto de tantos fracassos depois de todas tentativas. Costurei as mãos , copiei bordados , me exilei, fiz propaganda partidária . Mas não abandonei a família. Puro sentimento de culpa. Viajo. Paris não é Londres e nunca será São Paulo. São Paulo não existe mais. Existe a ficção amorosa, a minha tentativa de amar o próximo. Laços de sangue não são garantia. Ele me lê equivocadamente. Prometo não telefonar mais. Talvez João esteja certo e nenhum tipo de família é saudável. Nesse tempo de agora as drogas são extremamente necessárias, principalmente a família. O drama é a dependência, o vício. Marco passagem, me desligo temporariamente do face. Pura necessidade de escuro, de ouvir a respiração, entender o que se passa no centro. Esquecer o passe. Rezar a noite toda, por eles todos, por mim, por poder me manter órfão, só é em paz... Quem reconstrói corações? Tenho uma promessa , um pedido. Quero Clara aqui. Amando pelos poros. Falo sério, sou franco, me dói fazê-la sofrer. Já pedi perdão, mudei de língua, mas só consegui quebrar as asas. O amor foi fraco. Os anjos se recusaram a me ensinar a língua .
carlos pataca dos cadernos de despedidas e das ilusões.
M. smiles at me and praises me for behaving with great nobility when I revealed the secret. Maybe another language will cure me. From the moment I departed I became the one that follows me around and say: go back and finish the job. what a secret? rain after rain doesn't wash history. The dream faded. I slept deeply, my mind not. and I say: clouds and rain are synonymes. "That's an exaggeration, " he pronounced with a mild but firm voice that brooked no contradiction... This is not about wether talk I said, ... say whatever you like about me... the scar on the sky will disappear anyway...
carlos pataca / dos cadernos estrangeiros...