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Eerder was ik mijn reisfoto's van Amerika kwijt, van alles geprobeerd deze terug te krijgen, uiteindelijk is het gelukt dmv een diepte scan van mijn SD-kaartjes :-)
Niet alle foto's zijn goed uit de verf gekomen, maar van alle locaties heb ik wel iets, daar ben ik enorm blij om!
I keep telling myself I'm done shooting these locations, but I still seem to find my way back to them over and over again.
Oxbow Bend, Grand Teton National Park.
Zoomed in for this long exposure there in the early morning light. The Snake River was a peaceful place to be on this morning.
Robert bends the iron for a final spot in Reedsburg, as the Rocket and the day are coming to a close after the Independence Day run from Madison.
WSOR L463
WAMX 4177,4176
Reedsburg, WI.
Summer 2017
For most of it's short course, the Oldeelva River flows nearly straight and rapidly down the Oldedalen Valley from Oldevatnet Lake to where it empties into Nordfjorden at the village of Olden, Norway. But in this area, it flattens out and and makes a sharp double bend like an S. There is a marshy area to the side of the boardwalk on the left.
View of the Colorado River from Horseshoe Bend Overlook which is located South of Page, Arizona.
This is comming straight from my laptop while traveling and not too sure on the look... I'll see when I get to my real computer.
Hudson Bend, Austin, Texas, ATX, TX. Wagon wheel, window. Hipstamatic, HipstaPrint, black and white, monochrome, grayscale.
On a frosty Hoarfrost filled day, the daily M338 manifest train EB out of Waterloo, Iowa rounds the bend at Osage Rd enroute to Kirk Yard in Gary, IN
A moment before sunrise, Mt. Moran is reflected in the still water at Oxbow Bend in the Teton Range of Wyoming.
Here is another image from the US that has probably been shot a trillion times, but for a reason. During our two days in Page, we spend both sunsets at the famous Horseshoe Bend as it is just so close. As we arrived at the large parking lot (which was not there a few years ago according to my girlfriend), we payed the fee and started the short hike to the viewpoint, or should I rather say viewing platform. Of course, there were a lot of people there, and some of them were pretty rude. I especially remember one woman who stood right next to us for a few minutes and then walked away. When the sun was almost on the horizon, another woman asked us if she could quickly take a photo, and when we made room for her, the other woman came back and claimed she had been waiting there for 15 minutes and hadn’t had a chance to take a single photo. We just told her that wasn't true, but she didn't care, and she just pushed her way to the front. Anyway, we all managed to get some images, although the experience wasn’t as enjoyable which is also the reason why I shot all exposure brackets handheld and didn’t even touch my tripod.
When we got back to the parking lot, we found a little rubber duck on our car, and I thought maybe someone had lost it or thought we’d lost it and had left it there. Since we didn’t want to throw it away, we took it with us, and back at our lodging, we were still puzzling over it and asked Google. As it turned out, we’d been “Jeep-ducked” which is a thing among Jeep owners who leave rubber ducks on other Jeeps, in this case on our Jeep Wrangler. From that point on, Dougy - as we called him - joined us on our journey and earned a special place in Elbert, which - according to our keychain - was the name of our car. On our second evening in Page, we decided to visit Horseshoe Bend again, but this time the sunrise was less spectacular and therefore we just enjoyed the view without taking many images and were happy that we got a few good ones the day before. I hope you like it!
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritous mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky –
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness –
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness –
blackness and silence.
Sylvia Plath
Betsy Shirley the foster mother of Buck Brannaman the real horse whisperer, says" Bend don't break." I fine documentary and I must give this women credit!
Elizabeth (Betsy) Wesley Shirley, 93, passed away at her home, on Wednesday, April 27, 2016.
Formed when the Colorado River looped around an impassable sandstone escarpment, Horseshoe Bend is one of Glen Canyon National Recreation Area's more famous highlights. Not an easy feat, considering nearby is Antelope Canyon and the second-largest manmade lake in the United States, Lake Powell.
A trio of Altoona-rebuilt SD60Es drag NS 13V up the east slope and around the world famous Honse Bend- er, Horseshoe Curve. Altoona, PA.