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The floor has a grey/blueish tone, but it helped a lot to take the pic during the blue hour.
The signal is part of a bike path that runs next to the Mohawk river in Schenectady, NY
Another view: www.flickr.com/photos/aleadam/24889988450/
NS 7518 on the point of train LAZLCR 29 cools its heels at CP Main alongside the LA River while waiting for clearance into LATC. The colorful reflection off the rear well cars comes from the numerous signals on both sides of the river including those of Metro’s light rail system.
acrylic/ oil on canvas; 40x50 cm;
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poem by Julio Cortazar
I feel myself dying in you, overtaken by expanding
spaces, which feed on me just like hungry butterflies.
I close my eyes and I’m laid out in your memory, barely alive,
with my mouth wide open and the river of oblivion rising.
And you, patiently, with needle-nosed pliers, pul out
my teeth, my eyelashes, you strip
the clover from my voice, the shade from my desire,
you open up windows of space in my name
and blue holes in my chest
through which the summers rush out in mourning.
Transparent, sharpened, interwoven with air
I float in a drowse, and still
I say your name and wake you, anguished.
But you force yourself to forget me,
and I’m barely a bubble
reflecting you, which you’ll burst
with the blink of an eye.
The driver checks the clearance between a pair of LNER A4 locomotives.
Accidentally removed from collections. Now a Reworked image
The Bull Canyon Trail will get you close to the bottom of Gemini Bridges. It is a little more technical and high clearance four wheel drive is required. There is a short, easy, but exposed hike to this vantage point. Any closer will take a little boulder hopping.
Height restriction bar for an underground carpark, indicating the maximum vehicle height that can safely enter.
The common name of this species of fungus that typically appears as a round piece of black coal-lik ball attached to a dying or dead tree trunks and branches is King Alfred’s cakes. This name originates from legend that King Alfred (who ruled in 9th century) was mistaken for a soldier by a peasant woman in the house were he was seeking a refuge after the battle. She asked him to look after cakes baking on the fire but he fell asleep…, well, another name for these fungi are coal fungi. Whether this story is true or not difficult to say because it was first told 100 years after the King lived, but the name sticks to the fungus forever.
The scientific name of this common and widespread saprotrophic fungus is Daldinia concentrica. The genus Daldinia is named in honour of Agostino Daldini, a Swiss clergyman and botanist. The specific epithet ‘concentrica’ is self-explanatory if you look at the image above showing concentric rings of the fungal body. This is where black spores are matured and then driven up to the surface and expelled outside through tiny openings. The concentric rings are thought to reflect seasonal growth like tree rings - so it is likely to be about 12 years old. Majority of trees were planted here in 2000. This fungus, when dry, can be used as tinder to light fires, hence another name the tinder bracket.
This specimen was neatly sliced in half by a chainsaw I think when this ash tree trunk was fell down and cleared of branches; a cut through the branch seen on the left. Massive clearance is taken place in this Community Woodland as part of removal ash trees infected with dieback fungus, as well as general maintenance. Primrose Hill Community woodland. Bath, BANES, England, UK
“Singapore airport goes fully passport-free with biometric clearance”
This is one step closer to the Beast system.
Matthew 3:12 “His winnowing-shovel is in His hand, and He will make a thorough clearance of His threshing-floor, gathering His wheat into the storehouse, but burning up the chaff in unquenchable fire.”
CP SD60 6232 and GP22C-ECO 2222 slowly drag an extra 286 through the urban canyon at Seeboth Street, Milwaukee, still the home of a nice set of Milwaukee Road searchlights- for now.
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The Highland Clearances was the forced displacement of a significant number of people in the Scottish Highlands during the 18th and 19th centuries, as a result of an agricultural revolution that resulted in enclosures, largely carried out by hereditary aristocratic landowners. A Highland Clearance has been defined as “an enforced simultaneous eviction of all families living in a given area such as an entire glen”.
The clearances are particularly notorious as a result of the brutality of many evictions at short notice (year-by-year tenants had almost no protection under Scots law), and the abruptness of the change from the traditional clan system in which reciprocal obligations between the population and their leaders were well-recognized. The cumulative effect of the Clearances devastated the cultural landscape of Scotland in a way that did not happen in other areas of Britain; the effect of the Clearances was to destroy much of the Gaelic culture.
The Clearances resulted in significant emigration of Highlanders to the sea coast, the Scottish Lowlands and further afield to North America and Australasia, where today are found considerably more descendants of Highlanders than in Scotland itself.
The Clearances were a complex series of events occurring over a period of more than a hundred years
The bridge in Newport, Oregon, was completed 1936, out of steel and reinforced concrete, the length is 982 m, the clearance 40.5 m.
Scanned slide, 1996
Minolta X700, Fujichrome 100
Taken from above Altnaharra C@M club site from one of the remains of a building forcibly abandoned during the "clearances". Below by the Loch is the remote but beautifully located camp site.
The monument comprises the extensive remains of the settlement of Grummore, occupied at least as early as 1726 and cleared in 1819. The majority of the monument was scheduled in 1962, but this re-scheduling adjusts the boundaries to take account of better mapping now available and also of recent changes in land use beside Loch Naver.
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By this time, only Lee and I were still here, in the company of our new friend Brian, who for avoidance of doubt among regular readers was not the same Brian who accompanied us on our previous visit to Iceland. This Brian was a human being rather than a yellow VW campervan, touring the area on a five night visit from Chicago. Somehow, and despite having a young family at home, he’d been given clearance by mission control to fly to Iceland and spend a few days alone taking photographs. When my children were the same age as his were now, I could barely make it down to the shop at the end of the road to pick up a pint of milk without company, never mind climb aboard a plane bound for somewhere across the Atlantic Ocean. And here he was, sitting alongside us on this far flung Icelandic beach. The crowds had long since departed - not that you really get crowds at Hvalnes, hidden away from the madding hordes as it is. Last time we’d been here, three years earlier on that gloomy grey morning, we hadn’t seen a single soul as the rain endlessly coated our cameras and foiled our intentions, whilst hiding the landscape in featureless clouds.
Now as autumn kicked in, things were rather different. We’d been here since the middle of the afternoon, absorbing the views, wandering over the beach and the headland by the squat, square orange lighthouse, planning compositions. The shot I’d come for three summers earlier was hopefully somewhere on the SD card, and there was a general feeling of contentment. Despite the increased number of visitors in comparison to last time, it was still very peaceful here. Eystrahorn had put right the wrongs of 2019 when moodily I’d perched on the slippery rocks, barely removing the protective plastic sandwich bag from the camera as it sat unused on the tripod. Everything was visible, from the emphatic bulk of Eystrahorn rising at our side, a symphony of bumps, crags and ridges adorned with heavy skirts of scree, to the distant Brunnhorn that sits back to back against its neighbour Vestrahorn. In between lay a hinterland of forbidding mountains that cloaked the monstrous Vatnajokull glacier, and before them, volleys of white surf danced across a narrow spit of black sand that stretched away beside the huge tidal lagoon into the distance and out of sight. Elemental joy, in whichever direction you chose to look.
There are no cities, towns, nor even villages here - you’d need to drive more than thirty miles in one direction before finding yourself at Djúpivogur, nestling among the south eastern fjords, home to five hundred hardy Icelanders. If instead you decide to head west, you’d travel pretty much the same distance to arrive at Höfn, a veritable metropolis in these parts with almost two and a half thousand inhabitants. Apart from that, there are farms, the odd shepherd’s hut, and an ever increasing number of cabins and bunkhouses to accommodate us tourists. All other compass points lead into the vast ocean or the mostly impenetrable mountains at the edge of the largest glacier in Europe. It’s a long way to go if you forgot to pick up that pint of milk, that’s for sure. You’d have to go and knock on a farmhouse door carrying an empty jug, unless you like your coffee black.
With all of that grand vista spreading away in front of us, the long lens offered possibilities beyond the capabilities of its companions in the bag, and in the golden hour it came into its own, especially in these unforgettable minutes when the pinks began to fill the sky, while the golds continued to linger. On the darkening sand, maybe half a mile away, a small group of visitors roamed the shore, taking selfies, playing beach games, gazing out towards the sea, totally oblivious to the three photographers lurking on those distant rocks. A rare moment when the colours of the golden and blue hours seemed to overlap one another and produce a sky that glowed with heavenly fire, drawing a frenzy of shutters rapidly opening and closing. These are the moments that stay with you, a timeless reminder of why you fell in love with landscape photography. A reminder of why a place like this gets inside of your senses and never leaves.
Our first full day in the southeastern corner had been a good one. We said farewell as Brian headed east to Djúpivogur, while we went the opposite way towards our rented chalet at Stafafell. And little did we know that just a few hours later we’d be out of bed, taking photographs of the Northern Lights. But that’s another story. And another unforgettable one at that too. Iceland keeps on making the stories write themselves.
Just as we got to the top of Haystacks there was a brief clearance looking back towards a cloud topped High Crag
Many of the past collections are going from 10L to 100L... It is a steal!! Hurry!
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Extensive tree clearance work just west of Crofton has opened up this new vista. I don't think its looked like this since at least the mid 60s, possibly earlier
59206 John F Yeoman climbs away from Crofton curve towards Wolfhall and Savernake with 7Z60, the 11:15 Brentford - Merehead empties
If you want to use this angle better hurry. All the ground level greenery is young nettle growth. Give it a month or 2 and this area is going to be inaccessible
Taken with the aid of a pole
66597 sits at Nunnery Jn awaiting the next load of spoil to be reversed down from Woodburn Jn. The old bracket arm on the left has been exposed following extensive vegetation clearance.
WAMX 6024 squeals out of the tight curve to Farm City at Zenda, Wisconsin and up against the Lakes Brick & Block office. The rear of the L351 train remains on the mainline in the form of ingots for Spring Grove. 6024 is rumored to be the next WSOR repaint.
A session of tree clearance around here has opened up this view, which was lost over 20 years ago. Next, the pallisade will go up !! 66767 is in Addingford Cutting (once a tunnel) with another load of biomass from Liverpool to Drax power station.
One from my archive.
These hills were once full of native Caledonian fir, now they either lie bare or covered in dense man managed spruce trees.
The result of the clearances after the World Wars probably. Not enough able bodied men returned home to work the farmsteads, struggling on poor upland ground was normal but without menfolk to do the heavy work, life became very harsh indeed, and enticements were offered or suggested for help with relocation to Canada and the like. It is a very sad story for areas like the Cabrach but also the Western Isles and most Scottish upland areas suffered a similar fate.
Along the northern edge of Wisconsin. This was the Pemene Falls unit, which we went to first. It’s definitely the most rustic unit. The road in is a mile of narrow dirt road that needs a high clearance vehicle. We didn’t need to use the 4x4, but if there was much more snow we probably would have had to.
After receiving clearance, Royal Air Force Dassault Envoy IV G-ZAHS rolls to line-up on Waddington's runway prior to departure as 'Ascot 1184'
One of a pair of Falcon 900LX VIP configured executive jets ordered for No.32(TR) Squadron's use, the pair will eventually migrate to sport military serials
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