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Phnom Penh
Some of the slum areas do not even have single rooms, they are thick and untidy clusters of small roofed walls – ceilings of which are made of scraps of wood, used sacks, metal, or some sort of waste material. You see 10 to 12 people live, eat and sleep under the same roof. The children often play in places where the drains are used as open toilets
Guide Falls, near Burnie, northern Tasmania.
This was taken as the sun was sinking below the horizon, so I lost light very rapidly.
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The Zeeland Bridge (Dutch: Zeelandbrug) is the longest bridge in the Netherlands. The bridge spans the Eastern Scheldt estuary. It connects the islands of Schouwen-Duiveland and Noord-Beveland in the province of Zeeland.
The Zeeland Bridge was built between 1963 and 1965. It was inaugurated on 15 December 1965 by Queen Juliana of the Netherlands, and was originally called Eastern Scheldt Bridge (Dutch: Oosterscheldebrug) before being renamed the Zealand Bridge on 13 April 1967. At the time of its completion, it was the longest bridge in Europe. It has a total length of 5,022 metres, and consists of 48 spans of 95 metres, 2 spans of 72.5 metres and a movable bridge with a width of 40 metres.
The province of Zeeland borrowed the money for the construction of the bridge. The loan was repaid by levying tolls for the first 24 years.
One of the interesting aspects of grave sites around Thailand is that many include pictures of the deceased, like the ones seen here at Wat Arun. Often names go forgotten and I thought it was a nice addition to a traditional grave that brought a sense of humanity to an otherwise cold faceless stone.
Everything on earth is borrowed....
There is no "Mine or Yours."....
There is only "Ours."....
Even time is borrowed.
We kill over a plot of land that
belongs only to our Mother Earth.
All you have is what you came with...
and what you will leave with....
Your Spirit.
Native American Proverb
I borrowed Fynn's Christmas bandana for a little photoshoot with Filou. Considering that he probably never had to wear a bandana before, he cooperated pretty well I think he would have preferred a blue bandana, one that would match with his eyes. Maybe next year. :)
The fortunes of the paper mill town of Canton took a devastating turn with this evening's (3/6/23) announcement that Evergreen Packaging is to close its massive paper mill in town next quarter. The largest source of traffic on the Blue Ridge Southern and a hungry consumer of woodchips from throughout Tennessee and western North Carolina, the shockwaves from this closure bode poorly for the already dwindling rail scene around Asheville and its surroundings. While the show will go on for the BLU and for the town of Canton, things won't be what they once were when the smoke finally ceases from the century-old paper mill. In better times on MLK Day 2020, a T59 crew switches out cars at the east end of the yard adjacent to the Evergreen complex.
I borrowed a friend's Diana F+ camera a while back and finally took it out last weekend during a blizzard. Every time I took the camera out to take a shot a build up of snow started to gather on the lens which led to the severe vignetting seen here.
Holyrood Park, Edinburgh.
Diana F+ / Kodak T-Max 400 / Epson V500
Counting stars and passing cars
On the interstate
The end is near I feel it dear,
But I am not afraid
Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide
But you say you're getting tired
You're tired and so am I
When you follow from behind
Step, step right over the line
And onto borrowed time
When it's life, not waiting to die
Waiting to divide to divide
A Fine Frenzy - Borrowed Time
Didn't take a lot of pictures this past weekend while I was home. Too many other things and not enough time. I did manage a few indoor pictures of my sister's orchid. Her and my brother-in-law are off on their annual cruise, so my mom is house plant and fish sitting. I haven't touched my macro lens in a few months, felt the need, so I borrowed my sister's flower for an impromptu mini photo shoot. Now you get my title, "borrowed beauty..." Pretty dang clever, huh. ;^)
The world asks us to keep moving.
To answer every notification, meet every expectation, and hurry toward whatever comes next.
Yet every now and then, life offers an unplanned interruption.
A breath.
A gust of wind.
A moment with closed eyes while the crowd continues around us.
Nothing about the scene changes, yet everything feels different. We remember that peace is rarely found by escaping the world. More often, it is discovered in learning to stand quietly within it.
Perhaps contentment is not another destination to reach.
Perhaps it is simply recognizing the grace already present in the ordinary.
Simha borrowed this toy from one of my grandchildren. The grandchildren are all grown up (the youngest is 16, and the eldest is 22), and the toy was in my desk drawer. The cat found it and pulled it out!
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Bruce borrowed his arm to my mini-me in a previous photo ( OM wanted to have those "horn" fingers) and after getting his arm back he wanted to take a same type of selfie :-D ( I couldn't resist, it's his arm anyway)
(I've had this doll about 2 -3 years but this is my 1st photo of him)
For Macro Mondays - Speckled.
Borrowed from a plant in a friends garden. I'm not sure what the plant is and as our friends are away at present I can't ask. The leaf is 54 mm (just over 2 inches long) and was shot against a reflective surface.
Happy Macro Monday.
Approaching sundown at Sabang Beach in Baler, Aurora, Philippines. This beach faces east so we did not expect to get any good sunset shots here. But just as we were strolling along the baywalk before dusk on our second day here, we noticed that the setting sun had started to lend its colors to the opposite horizon. Time to bring out the cameras...
His dog insisted on tagging along and wouldn't stop asking for snacks.
Mystery Machine by Alibi Auto.
Location: Majestic Haven Pine Island
Also in the picture: Astosaur and Scooby Doo.
Family of Mr. Frank Cunningham, FSA (Farm Security Administration) borrower in their home which they rent near Franklin, Georgia. Heard County, USA
Jack Delano, photographer, 1941
Original picture:
www.loc.gov/resource/fsa.8c05307/
Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA
© Jack Delano, 1941
© Alain Girard, Restored & Colorized, 2022
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Specs: Alfred by Deep Static
Fashion shoot, dress borrowed from Lady Gaga
We received a gift consisting of dried melon slices. They were so sweet though that we didn't like them. A friend we offered them to thought at first they were meat slices and I got the idea to keep them for a project. Thank you SoS for the theme :) I put the "meat" on my wobbly Hawaiian doll, you have seen her before on my Flickr stream. I put cling film over her straw skirt so it wouldn't get sticky which worked quite well but the melon bits kept falling off her upper body, so it was a tricky project.
The lamps are photoshopped in of course, I do not have tiny studio lights ....
Borrowed D5600 and 200-500 zoom. Capped ISO at 1600 with f5.6 and let the shutter speed drop as necessary. Single point focus.
Most of us live as though there will always be more time.
More summers. More conversations. More chances to become the person we hope to be.
Then life quietly reminds us otherwise.
Not in a tragic way, but in a truthful one.
The water keeps moving. The city endures. The years pass. Generations come and go. Yet every human life remains precious precisely because it is temporary.
We spend much of our lives trying to outrun this reality. We pursue achievement, accumulate possessions, and build monuments to ourselves, hoping to leave some lasting mark. But beneath it all lies a quieter longing—not to be remembered forever, but to have our brief existence matter while we are here.
Perhaps that is why moments like this resonate.
A young woman pauses beside an ancient canal. Behind her stand stones that have witnessed centuries of human joy and sorrow. Before her lies a future she cannot yet see. Like all of us, she occupies a narrow space between memory and hope, carrying dreams that time itself cannot promise to preserve.
We are all visitors here.
Not just in Venice, but in the world itself.
And perhaps the wisest response is not to grasp for permanence, but to inhabit our borrowed hours with gratitude before they slip quietly into memory.
Clinchfield’s US&S P-5 installations at S.E. Kermit work out their last days as also soon to be rebuilt CSXT 428 works south toward Kingsport Yard with M693-10. As of the date of this photo, there were new signal bases and conduit at both ends of the siding. “Progress” I guess…