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Monck and Monck watching each others backs, lol.
I'm very bored today. Can you tell?
This day in 2008... www.flickr.com/photos/weeping-willow/2262909733/
Back-to-back houses are a form of terraced house in which two houses share a rear wall (or in which the rear wall of a house directly abuts a factory or other building).
Usually of low quality (sometimes with only two rooms, one on each floor) and high density, they were built for working class people and because three of the four walls of the house were shared with other buildings and therefore contained no doors or windows, back-to-back houses were notoriously ill-lit and poorly ventilated and sanitation was of a poor standard.
Above description taken from Wikipedia.
These are the last surviving Back-to-back houses in Inge Street, Birmingham, they are now preserved as a museum by the National Trust.
This is an area used to dry washing as can be seen, the doors to the left are the shared outdoor toilets.
Inge Street, Birmingham, UK
This Photograph shows restored EMD E8-A Numbers 834 and 835, painted in the Erie Railroad Colors, near the Whippany Railroad Museum in Whippany New Jersey.
New York Central E8A Number 18534 was Built by the Electromotive Division (aka: EMD) of General Motors (aka: GM) in July 1953. It was later was operated by Penn Central, Conrail & New Jersey Transit as Number 4323. In November 1990, the United Railway Historical Society repainted it in the Erie Railroad Color Scheme (Green & Yellow) as number 834. It is planned to be restored as New York Central number 4076 for display at the New Jersey Transportation Museum, in Phillipsburg, NJ (if that museum is ever built due to the lack of funding).
I rode behind E8-A 834 on a Fan Trip thru Bergen County on the Main Line, when it was New Jersey Transit Number 4323. A few years later after the United Railway Historical Society painted it in the Green & Yellow Color Scheme, as Erie Number 834, I rode rode behind it on a Fan Trip from Hoboken to Bay Head, New Jersey.
Pennsylvania Railroad E8A number 835 was Built by the Electromotive Division of General Motors (aka: EMD) in May 1952 as PRR Number 5788A. It was operated by PENN Central and Conrail and New Jersey Transit as Number 4248. It was acquired from CONRAIL by the New Jersey Department of Transportation (aka: NJDOT) in December 1976 and used in Commuter Service by New Jersey Transit as No. 4248. It was rebuilt at the CONRAIL Elizabethport Shop in October 1979. It too was repainted in the Erie Railroad Color Scheme (Green & Yellow) but as number 835 in April 1991. It was used on New Jersey Transit's New Jersey Coast Line by the URHS for Fan Trips between Hoboken & Bay Head, NJ as Erie number 835. It is planned to be repainted as Erie Lackawanna Railway 835 for display at the New Jersey Transportation Museum, in Phillipsburg, NJ (if that museum is ever built due to the lack of funding).
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normally i dislike having my photo taken, specifically by anyone other than myself (i don't mind taking photos of myself that much, honestly, but sharing them with other people is another matter)...
the reasons for which are many and would require an essay length explanation, but it is an openly primary reason i prefer to project my feelings or creativity and ideas on to other things besides my own body, for example such as dolls and figures, or game avatars and so on.
lately i was looking through a lot of flickr self-portrait groups though and really enjoying many of the pictures i was seeing, so maybe it triggered a desire to do something different...
also i was overly-hyperactive and energetic this morning and in the early afternoon, and all that energy and happiness is mostly dissipated now, so it seems appropriate to commemorate something transient like that.
these were taken around 1:45pm today. it was very hot and humid and sunny so i just ran around my backyard for a while because i didn't have much time to take many pictures at all due to having 1~2 hours doctors' appointment coming up in the rest of the afternoon.
of course, when i got home from the city, there was immediately a massive thunderstorm that lasted at least 2 more hours and i always unplug my PC during storms in case the house gets hit by lightning. so i didn't even get to look at the pictures i took until about an hour ago.
well, i'm not sure how comfortable i am with taking these kinds of photos, but perhaps someone somewhere will enjoy them... pushing one's self out of your own comfort zone is an important thing to do in life anyway.
This was the Stratford Rd Camp hill in 1971. The photograph was taken from the attic of Number 167 Camp Hill, this was a block of houses built in 1709 and demolished in the mid 1970's. This pictures shows the 3 story courtyard houses opposite 167 and the end of Bradford Street, opposite Holy Trinity church, a WMPTE Fleetline is appearing. On the right hand side, framed by the street light, can be seen Bordesley fly over, still performing a valuable job at this time. Clearly this was a Sunday morning as traffic is so light, a Hillman Husky is in the foreground.
This stretch of road still exists as a service road, Stratford Road having 'moved over' and is now where the courtyard houses are.
This slide and others on this film have never been seen, we were given a Boots film and it was returned with an all over brown cast so horrible that they were pushed to the back of a cupboard. At last, thanks to photoshop they can be corrected and brightened up 42 years late. Motto; Never throw anything away
After the 1st World War most people across the UK were still living in tightly packed industrial revolution / Victorian housing which was increasingly termed as 'slums'. Thus was the scene in Barnsley in the West Riding of Yorkshire - now South Yorkshire.
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These two sisters are my cousins. I took this photo after taking the senior photo for the young lady on the right. It required extensive editing because of a poor background and windy situations. I am continuing to work on it.
Nikon D700 and 70-200mm f/2.8 VRII
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This is Runswick Place in Holbeck, Leeds. Maybe I should say it was Runswick Place. For this mirrored line of one bedroom (some have two or three bedrooms with loft conversions), back-to-back terraces has been abandoned. Non of the houses on this street are lived in. Halfway down the street on the left you may see some open windows in the upstairs of one house, but the downstairs windows are boarded up. Nobody has been in these houses for quite a while. The only sign of life being the car tracks and footprints from the occasional few who still use this route as a through-road to get to where they need to be.
These houses will probably never be lived in again and will be demolished at some point. For now they'll stand unloved and forgotten.
Great Witley Church, Worcestershire, England, reflected in the "mirror table" positioned to let visitors look at the decorated ceiling, without straining their necks !
Most people think their parish church is special, but the parishioners at Great Witley Church in Worcestershire have more reason than most to think so.
The small church looks quite modest from the outside, but once you step through the doorway you find yourself in the midst of a stunning work of art.
The church uses Italian Baroque architecture and is filled with arguably the world's best collection of paintings by Antonio Bellucci, which decorate the recently restored ceiling.
The building also contains beautiful painted plaster details, the first known examples of papier mache, ten painted glass windows depicting scenes from the New Testament, highly decorative carving, and a large monument by Rysbrack.
to view more of the interior, please use link below:
www.flickr.com/photos/59303791@N00/1826005264/in/set-7215...
Now that all our energy needs are provided by foreign oligarchs who can charge what the hell they like, so many individuals that live in the richest economy on the planet cannot afford to keep warm. Dave has advised us to wrap up warm this winter, wear a sweater, heat one room [preferably the toilet] or stay in bed until next April ....
floating in an endless languor-that pleasant state of being inactive
flowing with sentences that had neither beginnings nor endings
(either when talking or writing...or when silent)
On Friday 12th December 1969 I was up at 4:20am and, by 4:40, was waiting at the bus stop at the top of our road in Staple Hill, Bristol. I had a train to catch. My intended destination was St Helens in Lancashire. Why St Helens? Difficult to explain ...and I don't altogether understand the psychopathology myself. All I know is that ever since I had been old enough to see and feel I had loved fog, moist hazy light, shiny pavements after rain, soot, gloom and chimney-smoke. Photographs of collieries, factory chimneys, slag heaps and lines of terraced houses in gas-lit flagstoned streets fascinated me. I found all these things sublimely beautiful. How or why I could not and cannot tell, but I'm sure it had something to do with inadequacy and self-pity. Others seemed not to like this sort of thing. It was very much a minority taste.
I had also seen the films of the early 60s "kitchen sink" school, with their lovingly photographed backdrops of Stockport Viaduct or the Manchester Ship Canal. I was immediately in love. I looked to the industrial regions of the north as a devout catholic looks to Rome ...as a kind of spiritual home, the repository of his allegiances. I had been three times to the north during the previous year, in an angst-fuelled "race against time" to see Britain's last steam locomotives. Looking down from the train over the rain-washed slate roofs of Longsight, I knew what I would be doing once all the steam engines had gone.
So St Helens it was. I had arranged to take a week's holiday which I would spend on day trips to the north. Too shy to stay in a hotel on my own, I returned to my own bed at the conclusion of each outing. In those days I was earning about £7 per week and holiday entitlement was two weeks per annum. I had chosen December as the time of year most likely to produce the light I liked. The whole week was a great success and there has always been a little corner of the Bentos soul where an eternal flame burns to its memory. I was 19, which helped. All experience is heightened ...I suppose hormonally... in a way which never again returns.
Here we see a street corner in the town. The name plaque says Wilson Street. I had just walked, in Swinburnian ecstacies, through a drizzle-pervaded landscape of collieries, slag heaps, smoking factory chimneys and monstrous excavations. Unfortunately, the dim light I loved did not suit the camera I then owned and the photographs I took were mostly of abysmal quality. This view now meets its destiny as a scanned negative, properly visible for the first time. The largish windows suggest that the corner houses might once have been shops.
Marianna pushed me to do some double exposure work. After figuring out the technique and how to set it up in camera, here is my best so far.
No photoshopping, double exposure in camera, only cropped to square.
I will give this some more goes in the near future (clean shaven and darker clothes, preventing the reflection to my back and a few more notes to myself...)
Have a look at Marianna's work, it is diverse and inspiring.
Canon EOS 5D Mark III
EF100mm f/2 USM
ƒ/10.0
100.0 mm
1/200s
ISO100
Flash (on, fired)
(EX90, to trigger a 420EX in a white reflective umbrella)
My lovely Converse Signature Pink Back to Back on Black
I seem to be getting used to my camera as I am really pleased with how I have captured the light, much better contrast on a darker background. Yummy!
spotted these little fellas mating the other week (above)
then the other day saw lots of pairs doing this (see below)
can anyone help with id’s? are the above green veined whites? and the below large whites?
- and do they mate differently? the above couple seemed to do it "back to back" where as these ones below seemed to just land on top of each other?
the bottom one (presumably the female) would raise her abdomen in the air, and the other would land on her then fly away – then do this a few times?
does anyone know? x
(PLEASE NO AWARDS OR PICTURES OR FLASHY BADGES)
S303-S313 race through Dysart with a fast running 8398 Steamrail "Spirit of Progress" special from Tocumwal - 9/3/2013
Prior to the triple-tracking of the West Belt in 2013-2014 (the new mains can be seen to the right), this track here was Main 2 and it was YL dark territory between Belt Jct and Tower 210 on the north side of Houston.
As with any dark territory, a distant signal is needed as a warning that a train is approaching a signaled control point. But due to the short stretch between CP's here, the HB&T opted for a unique setup where both distants were mounted on the same pole as if they were intermediates. The signal would be gone in less than a year.
Houston, TX
August 16th, 2013
Back-to-back houses are a form of terraced house in which two houses share a rear wall (or in which the rear wall of a house directly abuts a factory or other building).
Usually of low quality (sometimes with only two rooms, one on each floor) and high density, they were built for working class people and because three of the four walls of the house were shared with other buildings and therefore contained no doors or windows, back-to-back houses were notoriously ill-lit and poorly ventilated and sanitation was of a poor standard.
Above description taken from Wikipedia.
These are the last surviving Back-to-back houses in Inge Street, Birmingham, they are now preserved as a museum by the National Trust.
Inge Street, Birmingham, UK