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One of the shots from up in the Country at Cory's place where the photo of the Mid-flight Country dog was taken...
The shop had mystical light on all sides and was packed with years of projects, creativity and know how. The smell of Fiberglass resin was a magical touch!.. Nikkor-P 105 2.5 early version.
Taken at Route21.
Alternate caption “I’ve become addicted to drinking brake fluid... but i can stop anytime”. (Okay, enough with the bad mechanic jokes)
so I just opened my window and let my camera do the looking as we flew down Clark Drive, amazing what scenes you can capture :)
New York City, a metropolis with an estimated population of over two million registered automobiles housed on its streets. That's more licensed vehicles than the entire human population of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Much of these millions of cars crawl and slog their way across the city grid on a daily basis; all while emitting air and sound pollution like some form of rouge, unrestrained virus that has escaped from the laboratory, killing us by the hundreds everyday. Yet this is the stark reality of the death machine metal box we have invented. Curiously, even death machines die, and when they do, many find their way to the numerous automotive shops and surrounding streets at Willets Point, Queens, population approximately 10... people that is. However if you were to factor in the population of automobiles in Willets Point, it would no-doubt exceed well into the thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands on game days. That's largely because Willets Point exists merely as an asphalt sea of surface parking lots for Citi Field and the currently under construction Etihad Park stadiums. Within the industrial armpit formed by the intersection of Whitestone Expressway and Van Wyck Expressway in northern Willets Point, exists a flood prone, dirt road, sewer-less cesspool of car carnage better known as The Iron Triangle. Here, automotive shop shanty's line the streets, mimicking the density and grime of a city such as Delhi, India. Wrecked cars, used tires, oil slicks, and dismembered automotive parts litter the streets, all the while vehicles on their death bed navigate crater sized potholes before killing their engines for the last time. The Iron Triangle is a vehicle's utopia and a no-man's land all at the same time, a symbolic gesture to the car centric society we have created, existing even in a city where car ownership is only 45 percent.
Last of this series, though I'm likely to play around with fauxpan some more soon.
fauxpan -- X-Pro3 with XF 18mm cropped to Xpan ratio
It's a thin layer that separates most of us from light. Not just literal light... metaphorical light... burning or soothing light... spiritual light. I feel like I'm in the dark more often than I have any right to be. Whether I'm confused or confounded, perturbed or irrational, there's almost always some type of veil interfering with my reception. Like those codgers and imbeciles that adorn themselves with tin foil hats to deter being located by "grays". But I've been working to tear that layer from between myself and the outside. Bettering my intent, enlightening myself, opening myself to others in both confidence and empathy. Trying to educate myself and to get around to doing things that other people only ever talk about... to better my relationships with family, with my spouse, myself... with God. I simply don't want the barrier anymore. I see the light... it's piercing cascade of elucidation and warmth. I'd like to let it get to me without interference... real or imagined. It's warm and has purpose.
"I feel that life will never end where the heart lays in the dark ground
Where love leans like a crack in the heart... in the heart
I've seen all things rise to fall into dust
Into the flare that turns us pale..."
This old autoshop has everything you need for nice sunday afternoon; 4ft holes in the floor, rats, hardball shootin' maniacs and a couple of nice walls... It's heaven!
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Mamiya C330 S and Sekor 80mm f/2.8
Fujichrome Astia 100F
Nikon S2 • Skopar SC 50 • Velvia
I rarely try to square lines with a rangefinder, but this is about as lucky as I can get handheld.
Shooting dead-on from the far side of Divisadero, camera plane parallel to the wall, turns this garage into something closer to an elevation drawing than a street scene. That was the point. Overcast light does the rest — no shadows to model the brick, no sun to blow out the white, just flat even illumination that lets the blue sit at full saturation across the whole facade.
Under all that paint the bones are plain: a one-story brick shed with a stepped parapet, a raised central block for emphasis, and three round-arched openings marching across the front in near-symmetry. It's the working grammar of early automotive commercial building — wide arches sized for cars, glazing above for daylight, a parapet tall enough to carry a sign. And carry it does, in white block letters outlined for shadow, the kind of hand-lettering that's disappearing from American commercial streets.
Divisadero's median plantings put agaves and bunchgrass between the camera and the building, a bit of streetscape softening that arrived long after the garage did. Precision has been on this block since 1962. The graffiti piece on the roll-up door isn't damage here — it's the neighborhood signing its own storefront.
Sergio seems to be quite an ambitious entrepreneur with a barbershop, women's discount cosmetic and clothes business, and a tire and autoshop in the same building. It appeared that only the barbershop was still viable.
Brawley, CA
I've spent the last week imersed in a "Maschinen Krieger Deviation" building mood. I've built a dozen of fighting suits - and surprise civilian versions - and will be showcasing them in the next days; None of them are pure canon Ma.K builds, and all are heavily influenced by the broader concept of "mechanical" or "armored" power suits.
Both SAFS inspired suits in the scene aren't my favorites of the round, so I decided to build a 'hangar-like' little dio - This way I could get the best of them. They are inspired in both Sea Pig and Snake Eye SAFS versions.
Regarding the scene itself, I've always seen the Mercenary Army as a more informal and less militarized army, so engineers and technicians wouldn't feature a military like garment as the SDR.
The autoshop style crane looks strange, but I went for a 'full technic' version - exception for the jumper and chain - instead of a smoother 'brick and tile' version.
C&C always appreciated, fellows :D