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Today I was promised a glorious Sunset, the skies had the right amount of the clouds, the light was becoming true gold, but then, the promise was broken with clouds covering the skies. Next time, please keep your promises :) Cheers everyone
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[...] He that cannot forgive others, breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass if he would ever reach heaven; for everyone has need to be forgiven [...]
-- Quote by George Herbert (English metaphysical Poet and Clergyman, 1593-1633)
Rome, Italy (February, 2008)
Here's the story: I accidentally smashed my $1,600 24mm 1.4 L-lens after taking it ouf of my backpack. Since I always look on the bright side of things, I saw this as a challenge to grow. Let's create a set with a broken cam that can't even focus anymore. This is what I came up with:
A trippy & abstract photo set dipped in red about broken characters captured with a broken lens by a former broken soul. I took this set in the drug-filled, sex-addicted veins of the most liberal city on earth: Amsterdam! An incredibly intense 3-week journey of getting to know all drug dealers and sex workers personally, feeling the liberating, but sometimes rather creepy vibe on the streets and eventually being accepted as the creative soul of this unique district.
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Albany Rural Cemetery.
Wow what a peaceful place this is. Some of the stones are so old. We found this off the beaten track, all by herself. The woman buried here is named Libby. I felt so sad that no one visits this grave anymore. The statues wings are broken they are laying on the flat surface behind her. We will be going back next Saturday and I am going to bring her some flowers for her urn and say hello.
Taken with my Nikon D7000 with an IR filter, changed to sepia within camera.
For MacroMondays theme “Broken”
I dropped this little cat figurine once and the poor thing lost part of it's ear. Unfortunately I never found the missing piece, so I couldn't glue it back on. This one has also a twin, which is (still) in one piece.
These little cats are a souvenir from Tunisia and are made from limestone, they are the size of a matchbox.
Happy MM everyone!
Here's the story: I accidentally smashed my $1,600 24mm 1.4 L-lens after taking it ouf of my backpack. Since I always look on the bright side of things, I saw this as a challenge to grow. Let's create a set with a broken cam that can't even focus anymore. This is what I came up with:
A trippy & abstract photo set dipped in red about broken characters captured with a broken lens by a former broken soul. I took this set in the drug-filled, sex-addicted veins of the most liberal city on earth: Amsterdam! An incredibly intense 3-week journey of getting to know all drug dealers and sex workers personally, feeling the liberating, but sometimes rather creepy vibe on the streets and eventually being accepted as the creative soul of this unique district.
CHECK OUT THE REST OF THE SET ON MY WEBSITE
GET YOUR FREE STREET PHOTOGRAPHY E-BOOK HERE
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Fat Ralfey resting at Broken Boulder trail head, abutting Podunk road.
P.S. Ralfey is an anagram of Farley.
The street fighting in the streets of Kowloon last year amounted to damage to property and people, but one has to ask the question of what can a small army of spirited people hope to achieve against the militia and its armoury. Observing broken bamboo barricades brought home to me the poignancy of their fight.
Broken windows in an old B-17 hanger at the abandoned WWII Army Air Corps base in Wendover, Utah. Happy Window Wednesday!
I first visited this old Army Air Corps base in Wendover, Utah back in June of 2007 and have returned a few times for more exploration. In the years between visits much has happened by way of preserving and even restoring this fascinating piece of history. To see images from both this visit and the 2007 visit check out the album here: www.flickr.com/photos/19779889@N00/albums/72157601973705978
Built In Australia by Clyde Engineering for the Commonwealth Railways in 1970, numbered CL5, it was rebuilt in 1993 by Morrison Knudsen in Whyalla, South Australia, for then owner Australian National.
Renumbered, I photographed CLF4 while I was travelling on the Indian Pacific to Adelaide during a brief stop in Broken Hill, New South Wales. It was waiting to follow us on a westbound transcontinental intermodal service - 22 April 1994.
To the left a pair of Silverton Tramways ALCo DL531s wait their next duty shunting the local mines.
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Having originally set out to find some Autumn colour around Dartmoors rivers, I ended up finding this tree on my way home which I thought might benefit with an extreme contrast look.
Named for the nearby Pripyat River, Pripyat was founded on 4 February 1970, the ninth nuclear city in the Soviet Union, for the Chernobyl Nuclear Power Plant. It was officially proclaimed a city in 1979, and had grown to a population of 49,360 before being evacuated a few days after the 26 April 1986 Chernobyl disaster.
Though Pripyat is located within the administrative district of Ivankiv Raion, the abandoned city now has a special status within the larger Kiev Oblast (province), being administered directly from Kiev. Pripyat is also supervised by Ukraine's Ministry of Emergencies, which manages activities for the entire Chernobyl Exclusion Zone.
Access to Pripyat, unlike cities of military importance, was not restricted before the disaster as nuclear power stations were seen by the Soviet Union as safer than other types of power plants. Nuclear power stations were presented as being an achievement of Soviet engineering, where nuclear power was harnessed for peaceful projects. The slogan "peaceful atom" (Russian: ?????? ????, mirnyj atom) was popular during those times. The original plan had been to build the plant only 25 km (16 mi) from Kiev, but the Ukrainian Academy of Sciences, among other bodies, expressed concern about it being too close to the city. As a result, the power station and Pripyat were built at their current locations, about 100 km (62 mi) from Kiev. After the disaster the city of Pripyat was evacuated in two days.
A 35 man (plus guides) trip to the Ukraine exploring Chernobyl, the village, Duga 3, Pripyat and Kiev including Maidan (Independence Square) and observing the peaceful protests underway.
Some new faces, some old, made new friends and generally we were in our elements.
Rhetorical question but did we have a blast? You bet!
Amazing group, top guys. Till the next time!
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A Wapiti (Cervus canadensis) bull from Rocky Mountain National Park, Grand County, Colorado.
Broken Dagger is a wapiti bull of the Kawuneeche Valley that I first mentioned when introducing Flattop. He was the first bull I photographed, tending to a harem of about a dozen cows in a stand of aspen and spruce. After the sun had set he finally stepped out into a small clearing, his hindquarters coated in mud from a wallow. To make themselves more intimidating, bulls will copiously urinate into muddy areas and wallow in their own juices, so to speak. Broken Dagger earned his name from the royal (aka dagger) tine that was missing on his right antler. The dagger is typically the longest and most intimidating tine on the antler. It is likely that it was lost during battle with another bull - perhaps Flattop. It is not uncommon to see bulls that have broken and battered antlers during the rut, and almost half of the mature bulls we saw were missing some portion of at least one tine.
One of the few photos I have from our trip to Perugia and Assisi. The rest have been 'eaten' by a hungry harddisk.
Do not seek to change me, you would not like what I become
Do not seek to own me, for in chains I come undone
If you wish to be my friend, my heart is open and true
But if it's more you're looking for, a long road lies before you
I have loved as deep as the ocean, and cried a million tears
And if you wish to tame me, can you silence all my fears?
I hold myself in keeping, and lavish love on all my friends
But try to touch me deeper, and it will surely be our end.
Aianna ©9/15/2011