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Running some 2 hours late 46203 catches the late afternoon sunshine on the climb towards Blea Moor tunnel. Yet another picture with the loss of semaphore signalling replaced by colour lights consigned to the history books.
Paris - "Consigne à Vie" ARMAN, 1985, valises en bronze, Cour de Rome, Gare Saint Lazare, est une commande publique de la ville de Paris à l'artiste ARMAN
Pour plus de détails, lire par exemple cet article (qui utilise d'ailleurs la photo que j'ai prise):
www.pariszigzag.fr/insolite/lieux-insolites/statues-sculp...
Autumn leaves.
There is something alluring about walking under a tree canopy in autumn and looking up to the bright sky and seeing the glorious colours of the chlorophyll-depleted leaves….
And if you have a camera with you there is the niggling call of that inner visual hunter that just longs to capture it. And so you point the camera and click.
Then you get home and look at the result. And sigh.
It’s never quite the same - the essence has evaporated, that ephemeral zephyr of fleeting beauty has flown. And so you consign the image to that huge collection that clutters your disk, labelled “Tried… and failed”.
This is one such taken in November of last year (see the in-camera original in the first comment).
So what to do?
This was a mess about on the iPad for Sliders Sunday this week. It’s a play with the colour in the image employing some of the usual culprits.
The main effect was created by using a Maximum Blur filter adjustment layer (at a low level) with the Contrast Negate blend mode. This particular mode isn’t available on Photoshop and is a rather curious one. It’s a kind of inversion blend - if you blend a copy of an image with the original using this mode you end up with a zero contrast image: a sheet of plain grey. So negating contrast indeed.
But if you use the blend mode like this on different layers it creates some interesting colour sports in a negative-style image. And that is what I was looking for.
The rest was done using Curves in Lab mode, to introduce a greater variety of colours, and then using an HSL adjustment layer to mess with various colour ranges.
Finally a bit of USM sharpening to harden the edges - it always seems to help a bit. (The image is rotated a bit to get the branch coming out of the top left corner.)
Happy Sliders Sunday!
Thank you for taking the time to look. I hope you enjoy the image :)
Probably one of the biggest surprises to me as a railfan in South Florida was driving up around the airport loop and finding double stack land bridge on the run around track on the north side of Runway 9... which led to discovering what FEC (or FECI for that matter) did with the plot of land south of Hialeah Yard on the old Kendall Branch. Quality Container assumed the plot for intermodal ramping operations, primarily of international stacks. Call it an inland port if you will. The operation steadily grew, with a realignment to the bank of the canal in the foreground, and an extension of the operation past the obligatory hook turn the 415 is on. Quality handles routinely about 1,500'-1,800' of intermodal coming from Port Miami or any inbound train on FEC. The 415 is handling empty flats that got ramped here as well as stored on the airport loop, rendering this photo op possible. An uncommon sight, but one more common with Hialeah Yard short of room. In 2022 a new loading spot was added for boxcars consigned to Happy Floors.
Gravure de l'édition 1883 des 'Vies des Savants Illustres'
Cette illustration représente le savant et alchimiste persan Al-Razi (également connu sous le nom de Rhazès) travaillant dans son laboratoire d'alchimie à Bagdad.
Al-Razi était un homme politique, médecin et chimiste de renom du IXe et du début du Xe siècle, célèbre pour ses contributions à la médecine et à la chimie. On lui attribue la découverte de l'acide sulfurique et de l'éthanol, substances fondamentales pour la chimie moderne et industrielle.
Il a contribué aux domaines de la médecine, de l'alchimie, de la musique et de la philosophie, et ses travaux sont consignés dans plus de 200 ouvrages.
This is a visit I made to Oldham while at work, the reasons for which I can't recall. However, I had my camera with me, something I rarely took to work unless there was some reason.
This is a scene that was everyday at the time and is now consigned to history. The entire link to BR has gone and it was, for a while, part of the new tram system. That too had a revised route at Oldham. I am a little hazy on it all bit I think that this location is next to the dual carriageway and a bridge is still there to the desolate site.
What caught my attention when noting it in my slide records all those years ago is that the 08 shunter which I took to Wenfordbridge and back in 1976 was 08576. What a coincidence that it was the same three numbers but backwards.
La Catedral-Basílica de Nuestra Señora del Pilar de Zaragoza es un importante templo barroco de España. Según la tradición, se trata del primer templo mariano de la Cristiandad, puesto que en él se conserva y venera el pilar —en realidad, una columna de jaspe— que, según la tradición, fue puesto por la Virgen María quien, viviendo aún en Jerusalén, se habría aparecido en carne mortal al apóstol Santiago el día 2 de enero del año 40. Documentalmente no hay pruebas de lo consignado en la tradición, cuyos pormenores datan de 1297 —en una bula del papa Bonifacio VIII— y 1299 —una declaración de los Jurados de Zaragoza—, donde por primera vez se atestigua la advocación de «Santa María del Pilar», tras emprender en 1293 el obispo Hugo de Mataplana una rehabilitación del edificio que amenazaba ruina, gracias a las donaciones propiciadas por la mencionada bula papal
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The ruins of a once might castle, overlooking the river Seine and the town of Les Andelys. It was constructed on order by the British king Richard I (the Lionheart) in the years 1196-1198 - he was also duke of Normandy. He was succeeded by his brother John, who lost the castle to the French in 1204 - the same year he lost all of Normandy.
The castle saw the imprisonment of two royal women in 1314 in the underground part of the castle - Margaret of Burgundy and her sister-in-law Blanche of Burgundy. Both were accused of adultery (the men accused in the affair were executed) and both would become queens, though they were never reunited with their husbands. Margaret died in 1315 from a cold (though there is also the possibility that she was poisoned). Blanche's husband became king in 1322, and the same year the pope had their marriage annulled so the king, Charles IV, could remarry. After this Blanche was released from her prison - consigned to a nunnery. She probably died just a few years later.
In 1333 it became the home of the Scottish king David II and his wife Joan of the Tower (so called because she was born in the Tower of London), and they lived there until 1341.
The castle saw a lot of fighting during the Hundred Years War and switched hands between French and English several times. In 1449 it was retaken by the French for the last time.
In 1573 the castle was falling to pieces and no one lived there, and in 1599 the king Henry V ordered the demolition of the place.
In 1862 Château Gaillard was classified as a Monument Historique
First Great Western's (FGW) #57604, "Pendennis Castle"; heads into the setting sun as she crosses Forder Viaduct leading the ten to six departure from Exeter St. Davids to Penzance on Saturday the 14th of August 2014.
Running north from Sanganar Gate, in the 'pink city' of Jaipur, lies Johari Bazar.
Wide enough to be an avenue, the southern end closest to Sanganer Gate consisted mainly of vegetable and fruit sellers who occupied the premises there and often took up most of the pavement space in front too. Pedestrians were usually consigned to road and gutters.
While motor vehicle traffic in 1983 was fairly light (mainly Ambassador taxis, tuk-tuks or motor cycles) there was plenty of other traffic in the form of carts, trailers, bikes, etc, with power provided by a combination of camels, horses, oxen or human endeavour. Driving could be haphazard (and it still is), so folk walking in the road were accustomed to staying alert.
Further down Johari Bazar, and towards the heart of the old city, the vegetable and grocery sellers gradually gave way to jewellers and precious metals - something the city has long been known for. Maybe no surprise I found this end of the road rather more appealing back then.
Nikkormat FT2, Agfa CT18
16th November 1983
The past becomes a texture, an ambience to our present.
-- Paul Scott
_____________________
A milkweed consigns its uncertain future to the wind...
[Maybe better large]
I knew my weakness
So hold my hand
consign me not to darkness
So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I took the road and I fucked it all away
Now in this twilight,
how dare you speak of grace
So crawl on my belly 'til the sun goes down
I'll never wear your broken crown
I can take the road and I can fuck it all away
But in this twilight,
Tout est sombre et confus! Il faut se laissez guider par la lumière de nos dirigeants et suivre les consignes…
All is dark and confused. Let us be guided by those who no more then us and follow their directives!
Camera: Yashica GSN
Film: Kodak Tri-X, expired
Dev.: HC110, 1:63
Il ne faut pas chercher une beauté technique dans ces photos. Elles expriment une certaine intériorité, une amorce de réflexion, des sentiments, des craintes, des doutes et de l’espoir!
This photo series are there to express some inner feelings, a reflection, fears, doubts and hope!
Merci beaucoup pour votre visite, les gentils commentaires et les favoris. / Many thanks for your visit, kind comments and favs.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=dS65-ZvUSSM
Le Dixit Dominus de Georg Freidrich Haendel par John Elliot Gardiner.
Des postures ampoulées, mais des voix aériennes et la musique emmènent et emmènent toujours vers plus d'émotions...
Plus vite, toujours plus vite...
Mais quand vous poser vous vraiment ?
Have you noticed it too? Possibly not if you're on a super heated landmass, but it's downright chilly in this collection of windblown Islands that make up Great Britain and Ireland considering we're into the second half of May. Last night a very excited weather forecaster shared the current position of that perennial harbinger of meteorological doom, the Jet Stream. They always like to show us the Jet Stream when it's 1500 miles further south than it's supposed to be as we reach for the woolly cardigans that were supposed to have been consigned to the bottom of the chest of drawers at least a month ago. He then went on to tell us that apart from a brief window of blue skies tomorrow (best get out there folks), we have another week of a world in grey ahead of us to look forward to. The strange thing is that we've often had very warm spells in May, the mercury flirting with the magical thirty degrees notch (Celsius not Fahrenheit). This year though it's remained unusually cold for weeks, even though we had an unbroken dry sunny spell for almost all of last month.
So I'm starting to wonder whether I've had a mini Rip van Winkle episode, nodded off and completely missed the summer. As I write this after another joyous day of juggling at the office. I'm looking out of the window at a wet and gloomy sky. A couple of people have recently commented that this view of the lighthouse across the empty beach a couple of weeks ago looks like the surface of Mars - and it's even colder there apparently, although I haven't booked a trip on Elon Musk's holiday shuttle to the red planet just yet so I can't confirm this.
There are those of us who agree that nature offers a form of compensation to us landscape photography folk. When the weather's rubbish in winter, the conditions bring drama into our pictures. We might be half drowned by the time we get home from an outing but our shots are epic. When the shooting conditions are less inspiring in summer, we can have a barbecue instead; and a beer if Ali's driving. The trouble is that at the moment we seem to be getting the worst of both worlds. Freezing cold weather and rubbish skies. Maybe it's me lacking imagination during one of the more tedious moments of the annual cycle of endless reporting deadlines. Maybe tomorrow will bring a post work jaunt to the west after a day in a different office in Penzance.
Apparently what you see before you is a braided stream, albeit on a much smaller scale than the ones we've all seen pictures of in the Icelandic Highlands. I know this because I have a friend who's a retired geography teacher with a propensity to reduce any landscape to a collection of geological facts. It was taken on a cold windy evening with a plain sky so there's a strong chance that on reflection most of what I just said is nonsense. Also, the icy weather meant that there weren't many people around. And the local weather forecaster has just appeared showing pictures of an angry shower laden sky a hour's drive from here.
We've just turned the heating on for yet another evening to keep the elements at bay. I may have to sell a lens so that we can refuel the oil tank at this rate. What's it all coming to?
Pommern - the only four-masted merchant sailing ship in the world still in its original state - photographed under Finnish (Åland Islands) flag in the (prob.)1920s. My colorization of an image in the Maritime Museum of Finland archive.
"Pommern was built in 1903 in Scotland and was purchased in 1923 by Åland shipowner, Gustaf Erikson. Prior to this, she was owned by several German companies. Pommern sailed in Gustaf Erikson’s fleet until 1939, mostly sailing to Australia to pick up wheat to be sold in Europe. In 1953, Gustaf Erikson’s children donated Pommern to the City of Mariehamn where she has been a museum ship since that time. Today, the ship is still owned by the City of Mariehamn, now consigned to Åland’s Maritime Museum Trust who looks after the exhibitions onboard, as well as maintenance and restoration."
One man's trash is another man's treasure. That old chestnut often bears relevance in my life. The usual manifestation is me pulling to the side of the road to retrieve a leaf blower or some such power tool that someone else has consigned to the trash. I bring it home, fix it up and am good to go, often for years without having to purchase (or find) a replacement. And so it goes with photography. I'm attracted to places that others consider nuisances. This is not learned behavior. It's just the way I was born. It's always been this way so must be genetic. Weird how the gene pool works...not just a love of abandoned places, but the gift of an artistic streak to be able to portray these places in a way that captures the visual that attracts me in the first place. For me it's not simply that a place is abandoned but how that abandonment makes me feel. I tend to view places like this in the context of what once was. It forms a weird overlay between what's in front of me and the days when people actually lived here. And foremost in my vision is showing some sort of juxtaposition of the two worlds. The change of season brought me back to this place. To me autumn marks the end phase of the year, literally the death of summer. A fitting time to visit a place that is also, figuratively, quite dead. I timed my visit to the foliage. Rich autumn hues, but not at their peak. My favorite time is just past peak color when the trees are starting to look bare. I love the look and feel of seeing the grass concealed by a carpet of fallen leaves. And not just fallen but still rich in color and tone. Still supple and not yet withered and dry. All of this color transformed the old house into a scene of beauty. And as I stood here, the sun suddenly emerged from thick cloud cover, quite literally as I was assessing the scene through my viewfinder. In that instant an already beautiful scene became electric as the sunlight brought intense vibrance to the leaves and bounced light into the shadowy areas of the house. Once again I had that sense of uncanny timing to be here at the perfect place and time to pull a proverbial piece of treasure from the trash.
St. Anne's Church is a Roman Catholic church in Vilnius' Old Town, on the right bank of the Vilnia River built in 1495-1500 on a wooden house of worship on this spot in honour of Ona, the wife of Vytautas the Great. Behind it stands the Church of St. Francis and St. Bernard.
Napoleon Bonaparte, who was fascinated by the beauty of the church, wanted to take it back to Paris in the palm of his hand. Unfortunately, the reality is not that romantic: during the march of the Napoleonic army through Lithuania, the church was consigned to the French cavalry forces. However, Napoleon did mention in a letter to his wife that „Vilnius is a very beautiful city“.
Extraits Internet :
Une renaissance pour le tunnel des Tuileries ! Le vieil édifice datant de 1960 et fermé aux voitures depuis 2016 va devenir plus qu’un passage pratique, mais peu engageant pour les cyclistes. Depuis le 11 et jusqu’au 24 juillet, plus de 10 street-artistes vont l’entreprendre et le transformer. Leurs œuvres resteront exposées sous terre (au moins) jusqu’à juillet 2023.
Le couloir va devenir une véritable galerie sous-terraine : long de plus de 800 m, chaque artiste s’est vu attitré 40 m à remplir de ses bombes de couleur. Ils conservent toute leur liberté créative pour épanouir leur style, avec une seule consigne : les œuvres devront respecter une thématique parisienne, s’inspirant des monuments et paysages à proximité. De quoi transformer un tunnel sinistre en véritable musée du street-art.
I was conflicted while culling shots from 2009, should I save this afternoon shot of Settlement Point, or consign it to the trash can. I relented at the last minute, if it doesn't get 100 views in the first week, its fate will be sealed.
Within the monarchy of my wandering mind, I have found the wonders of being human. No doubt to the reality I find, Inside the boundaries of this soul’s entry. I observe the beauty of one so fair Crossing my own wondrous existence. Eyes so subtle, that hue is without care, A lean form twisted by distance. A forbidden wanting so intertwined That the contours of lust mingle with adore. A tender caress becomes unconfined Lending comfort to the form, spirited dove. Within the visions, I’m sure to be found. So vivid, I live without human resonance.
[letras]
Hace unos días me crucé en Instagram con una foto que publicó @unaxicaradecafe y que ella lo había visto publicado x @washitapescba y bueh…! Me uni a la consigna #masamorporfavor
@unaxicaradecafe proponía mas amor a nosotros mismos, a nuestro cuerpo, mas amor con nuestros pensamientos, al escuchar, hacia nuestros vinculos , en nuestros trabajos, etc
www.unaxicaradecafe.blogspot.com.ar/
Yo propongo #masamorporfavor hacia la naturaleza.
Cuidemos el medio ambiente, cuidemos y valoremos la belleza que dia a dia nuestro planeta nos brinda.
Alguien mas se une??
Yet another railway scene consigned to the history books due to the " knitting" . Duchess of Sutherland near Blackrod with an early morning departure from Manchester on a CME to Carlisle.
Even all those years ago the dreaded palisade fencing was making its mark. I seem to recall the bridge that I am stood on divides the local Golf course.
I have attempted to take out an electricity pole to the right of the engine.
Another view that's now consigned to history of the South wales mainline, finds 70809 as it approaches Llanwern with 4C21 Aberthaw - Avonmouth.
Resplendent in her grey/green camouflage, pristine looking Royal Air Force No.57 Squadron Handley Page Victor K.2 XL231 seen on display at the 1981 International Air Tattoo, RAF Greenham Common
Designed as one of the V-Bomber Force, Victors were eventually consigned to tanker duties once the British Nuclear deterrent was handed to the Royal Navy
A year after this photo was taken, in their latter role they excelled themselves supporting the infamous 'Black Buck' bombing missions during the Falklands War and then again several years later, sporting overall hemp colours, the Victors came into their own again with the coalition forces out in the Middle East during the two Gulf Wars.
Copy photo of a Kodak 35mm Transparency
276A7477
....c'est le petit monde du tunnel des Tuileries
Extraits Internet :
Une renaissance pour le tunnel des Tuileries ! Le vieil édifice datant de 1960 et fermé aux voitures depuis 2016 va devenir plus qu’un passage pratique, mais peu engageant pour les cyclistes. Depuis le 11 et jusqu’au 24 juillet, plus de 10 street-artistes vont l’entreprendre et le transformer. Leurs œuvres resteront exposées sous terre (au moins) jusqu’à juillet 2023.
Le couloir va devenir une véritable galerie sous-terraine : long de plus de 800 m, chaque artiste s’est vu attitré 40 m à remplir de ses bombes de couleur. Ils conservent toute leur liberté créative pour épanouir leur style, avec une seule consigne : les œuvres devront respecter une thématique parisienne, s’inspirant des monuments et paysages à proximité. De quoi transformer un tunnel sinistre en véritable musée du street-art.
A few posts ago I shared another image from Hartland Quay in North Devon with you. I must have been in a bit of a rush at the time because it was only later that I remembered the visit had included a couple of sets of shots which I'd planned to combine into an exposure blend later on. When I got home the shots of nearby Blackchurch Rock that we'd taken earlier in the day took precedence and before I knew it the rest of the day's results had been consigned to a forgotten folder on my hard drive. Recently I've been working through a queue from the archives - there still seems to be plenty of old material left to keep me occupied, even though this weekend I will be able to stand on a clifftop with my camera on a tripod again for the first time since the beginning of January.
This early December adventure was our last outside our home county - albeit just as we headed a mile or two across the border into North Devon. Throughout the afternoon a hard icy blast came straight across the sea at us as it raced towards the land. The prevailing conditions come from the milder west here, and when as now the winds change and bring us Arctic weather from the north and east, the difference is instantly noticeable. It meant donning for the only time so far the woolly balaclava that I've been advised not to wear in the local post office for fear of alarming the unusually elderly staff and having to explain myself at length to a constabulary afterwards. It was a day when only three thermal layers and two coats were enough to enable me to concentrate on photography.
We arrived at Hartland Quay with less than an hour to go before sunset. We'd never been here before, and at first glance options seemed limited. Of course you really need time to get to know a place before you can start to yield the best from it, but there was little time to head onto the coastal path and find the compositions that were almost certainly waiting for us. After a certain amount of deliberation I found myself in the exact same spot I'd walked to on arrival here, gazing at that line of rocks leading out into the water and looking like the bumps on a dragon's back. I decided it would at least give me something to try and work with later - when I eventually remembered to that is.
It seemed a good opportunity to make a time blend - there was a pretty well defined line where even I felt I could blend the two exposures which differing shutter speeds for the sea and sky. I wanted a particularly long exposure time for the sky to capture all of the drama, while the sea needed just a second or two. It's left me with a result which brings back the sensation of how cold and hard that December afternoon was. I like it when a picture reminds me how I felt when I took it - or perhaps I should say them in this case.
We're at that time of year where the last hard blasts of winter are howling past the front door, but it's nearly springtime.
Happy hump day folks!
UN PEDACITO DE MI VIDA:
Toda la vida he sido trovero y soñador. En 1975 no sabía que hacer con mi vida, los caminos se me cerraban.Había culminado un bachillerato tormentoso y mis únicas pertenencias eran mi primer libro de Ernesto Guevara de la Serna "Con la adarga al brazo" y un afiche de el mismo que escondía bajo la cubierta de palmacana de un kiosko de una vecina Dona Thelma Diloné (E.P.D).Había intentado en dos ocasiones ser agrónomo, pero estos intentos fueron fallidos. Recuerdo la primera ocasión, apenas había terminado la escuela intermedia y mi madre me llevó hasta Conuco Salcedo donde estaba mi ombligo enterrado debajo de una mata de plátanos.Ahí nos montaron en la cama de un camión de tío Antonio junto a mi primo Fernandito y fuimos a parar a la Escuela Agrícola Salesiana de la Vega. Un lapiz en el bolsillo y una fotita en blanco y negro era todo lo que tenía. Como era de esperarse y con toda la deficiencia de mi pobre formación escolar reprobé ese examen de admisión.De esto me enteré cuando recibi por correo mi ajada fotita y una carta firmada por un padre Saleciano, donde me decía que haber perdido una batalla no era haber perdido la guerra.Para esa ocasión yo era zapatero en una fábrica de zapatos que fue famosa en San Francisco de Macoris y que existió hasta hace poco y conocida con el nombre de Calzados Dominicanos S.A.
Cuando terminé el bachillerato en 1975 era un guerrillero soñador.Mis esperanzas eran volar hacia Rusia, Cuba o Prága.Tenía mucha influencia de los artistas, poetas,Escritores, revolucionarios y comunistas exiliados en Europa, así como de la revolución Cubana.Había reprobado el 5to curso de la primaria por estar metido en los montes y esto me marcó para toda la vida.Había ya probado el sabor de las bombas lacrimógenas en la Escuela pública secundaria "Manuel Maria Castillo" en S.F.M.
Había cursado mi bachillerato en el liceo público "Ercilia Pepin"donde aprendi a identificar por la mirada a los calieses del Balaguer que se infiltraban a la hora del recreo tratando de idenficarnos para luego cazarnos como pollos ( entiendase matarnos) y de hecho muchos murieron.Para esa época se tegieron las leyendas "del Capacito" en la prov. Duarte, un lugar donde se libraron las contiendas más espeluznante entre policías y estudiantes, tanto asi que Fidel Castro una vez dijo, que si visitaba la Rep. Dominicana, iría a conocer al Capacito.
Entre movilizaciones de izquierda diarias con el FEFLAS(Frente Estudiantil Flavio Suero) pensábamos que con eso derrocaríamos al caudillo Joaquin Balaguer del gobierno y ahora me río cuando pienso en nuestra consigna de...Joaquin Balaguer, asesino en el poder!!
Por supuesto, este bachillerato convulso y haber perdido el honor en mi infancia de haber sido el único de 10 Hermanos que reprobó un año escolar, pues.... para que ser bueno ya??. Quemé el Algebra en primero, la Geometría en segundo, La trigonometría en tercero y en cuarto del bachillerato,ante la crisis existencial que tenía reprobé Literatura, Matemáticas superior, bueno, lo único que liberé fue el dibujo recuerdo yo.
Medio había abandonado mi casa paterna, mi transporte era una Bicicleta Humber alemana de doble tenedor y que había heredado de mi padre.Recuerdo que en cuarto del bachillerato todavía habíamos sobrevivido a la cacería de Joaquin Balaguer.
Tenía un poco de barba, la misma que tengo hoy, pues nunca la he quitado en honor al legendario y místico guerrillero "el che".
Se abren los caminos: Sin rumbo al fin y pensando en que un día "Me marcharé", ya siendo bachiller, una comisión llega al Liceo y anuncia un examen de evaluación para escoger al futuro de la patria.Era para estudiar agronomía bajo un plan ISA( Instituto Superior de Agricultura-UCAMAIMA). Me entusiasmo, pues no tenía muchas esperanzas.Aún retumban en mi cerebro una frase que escuché ese día y la cual cambió mi vida.La pronunció Tomas Hernandez Alberto y más o menos decía lo siguiente.. Ustedes jovenes bachilleres ( en forma de arenga) y mirandome a los ojos.Ustedes tienen que ponerse a pensar, que es lo que Ustedes harán por su país y no sentarse a esperar que el país haga por Ustedes.Con el tiempo descubrí que esa frase es de J.F.K. Bueno, aprobé el exámen de admisión y pensé.... Soy un hombre realizado.No fue hasta el final, en que la misma comisión dijo...Los que aprueben deben ir a Bonao a tomar un pequeno exámen de Ingles.Ahi se me cayó la moral. Bajé el moco hacia abajo y un señor de apellido Paiewonsky lo noto. Me llamó aparte y me dijo que que me ocurria? Le dije mi realidad con respecto al Inglés y lo económico. Era dificil explicarle que nadie tenía conocimiento de lo que estaba haciendo y que andaba como un perro realengo en la vida.Sacó de su bolsillo la primera papeleta que tocarían mis manos ( 20 pesos) y me dijo que no dejara de ir.(siempre he querido encontrarme con esa persona y saber si aún vive para agradecerselo).Tomé el examen de Ingles a regañadientes y lo aprobé. Esto me llevó hasta la UCAMAIMA. Pero todo fue un sueño..... En la UCAMAIMA nos dieron un chorro de papeles inmensos. Eran unos documentos larguisimos, donde pedían que teníamos que buscar un fiador solidario, responsable de pagar nuestra formación en la Universidad en caso de que nosotros falláramos. Imaginense Ustedes...., un cimarrón que se debatía en que haría con su vida, que estaba dando pininos solo, pedirme un fiador solidario ante un tipo sin relaciones, sin apellido ni abolengo, el más mal estudiante de todos los tiempos. Ahí mismo cuando leí eso, ahi mismo lo tiré en una barrica que hacia el papel de zafacón mientras mi alma lloraba y volvía a caminar sin rumbo y solo .... entonces le hablaba a mi corazon y le decía ... Je partirai, Me marchare un día, no se donde pero ME MARCHARE.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=22VF08gM4DQ
ME MARCHARE (JE PARTIRAI). Para esa ocasion(1975-76) la escuchaba por MARI TRINI(E.P.D) y luego pude cantarla en Francais en Montreal, Canada, bajo la version de GILBERT BECAUD.
Miedo tendré en ese día
me marcharé.
Dudas habrá sobre la vía
me marcharé.
Tú gritarás, yo dormiré
tú odiarás, lo sentiré
mal situada entre dos vías
me marcharé, me marcharé.
Cansada estoy de los sermones
me marcharé
queden en paz por mí señores,
me marcharé.
Alguna vez hay que romper
con las vivencias
de nuestro ayer.
Al compromiso inoportuno
no asistire... me marcharé
Olvidaré las maletas
me marcharé
olvidaré mis reliquias,
me marcharé.
Y la merienda frente al final
fe y política a la par
hasta las aguas agonizan
me marcharé, ¡sí!
me marcharé
Mis quimeras, mis quimeras
guardaré en mi desván.
Prisioneras, prisioneras
carcelero no tendrán.
Pasillo blanco de mi infancia
donde jugué,
túnel de alta vigilancia
me marcharé
sobra la \"o\" quitas la \"a\"
en el rincón castigo habrá,
pero al principio de una ofensa, me marcharé, ¡sí!
me marcharé.
No escribo más con redondilla
me marcharé.
Fin del principio de una vida
me marcharé.
Fin del amor, del escenario
no hay telón, ni vestuario.
Yo necesito otro mundo
me marcharé, ¡sí! me marcharé
Mis quimeras mis quimeras
guardaré en mi desván
prisioneras, prisioneras
carcelero no tendrán.
Cimarron mayor Panta
Once an everyday sight now consigned to the history books finds 142074 passing Trehafod in the Rhondda Valley. To the right are the old head frames belonging to the Lewis Merthyr colliery which closed in 1983. 2T24 12:36 Cardiff Central to Treherbert.
I have had many great trips to South Wales; this particular morning is certainly remembered fondly; not only because I saw almost 11 different freights in a short four hour window, but especially because of this grid. Happy days!
Taken back on 17th February 2015, a work-stained 56103 approaches the old Somerton Road bridge on the 6Z35 Cardiff Tidal-Stockton empty scrap train. Whilst 56103 later returned to service after been sidelined for a few years, this working was unfortunately consigned to history. This location has also now become partially lost under the electrification masts that have since been erected.
Took this image a few years ago when out togging at Beachy Head with Solent Poster.
Struck me as really weird at the time, the yacht did look like it was in mid air. But as the shot didnt really have much artistic merit I consigned it to the hard disk.
Couple of days ago the Daily Telegraph newspaper here in the UK had a similar image of an oil tanker (but no lighthouse in theirs!) Apparently this phenomenon is called a "Superior Looming Mirage" and is very rare, more often seen in the Arctic.
You can sort of see some wave patterns in the area between the yacht and what looks like the horizon in this one of mine.
Anyway, as these things seem in vogue I thought I would post my effort!
With 66734 in the area i just had to get out to bag a few shots of her at work especially as she was going down to Par Docks.
The short branch from St Blazey along the Par Harbour branch is due to be mothballed later this year making this a scene that will be consigned to the history books.
This working has been in the hands of DB as long as i can remember whch provded a diet of DB red liveried 66s or EWS liveried locos. Now the contract has been handed over to GBRf it made for something a little different to photograph. All the local photographers were hoping for a unique liveried 66 at some point and only two weeks into the new contract GBRf delivered the goods.
66734 6C53 1519 ECC Par Harbour to Exeter Riverside.
M59401M 82030x Ardwick Glossop Service
When I first came to live in Manchester in 1981 it didn't take long to see all the Hadfield units, which was not difficult because there were only 8 of them.
Originally ordered by LNER they were only built after the war and then only delivered in 1954 as the Woodhead electrification was delayed because of the war.
This was well into the British Railways era and they were delivered as Eastern region stock despite working exclusively in Manchester.
By the 1960's the route west of Woodhead was re-allocated to the LMR. and as result the stock was re-allocated too.
They still plied their trade in their little cocoon as they were not able to work any where else as all the old LNER 1500v dc networks on the London area had been converted by this time.
The MSJ&AR was still in existance at the time but had been cut back to Manchester Oxford Road when the Crewe line was electrified to the new standard 25kV ac system. and there was no DC link between them.
Thought was given to working them through to Sheffield on stopping services but their low gearing and the harsh gradients meant they we likely to overheat so they remained where they were - day in day out!
Change came in 1984 when, a few years after the Woodhead route closed, the route was converted to the 25kV system and the Class 506's were consigned to history.
In happier times motor brake second M59401M brings up the rear of Set 1 as it passes through Ardwick on it's way to Glossop and Hadfield in early March 1982.
One set was preserved and was passed around various sites but the issue of no where to run the unit hindered its preservation prospects and it quickly deteriorated and was eventually scrapped leaving just a cab and the guards accommodation remaining.
Antananarivo (Madagascar) – Photo prise sans viser dans l’une des ruelles étroites du marché d’Andravoahangy, le plus grand marché-bidonville de Tananarive au nord-est de la ville. Ce lieu a la réputation d’être un coupe-gorge. Si l’étroitesse des allées facilite le travail des pickpockets, je n’ai jamais ressenti le moindre sentiment d’insécurité. J’observe quelques consignes élémentaires de sécurité, comme ne jamais m’y aventurer seul. Je dois reconnaitre que lors de mon premier voyage en Inde, il y a bien longtemps, je me suis fait voler tout mon matériel photo. J’étais jeune et trop confiant. Chat échaudé craint l’eau froide. Depuis je reste vigilant, sans jamais baisser la garde.
Ce n’est pas l’agressivité de la population locale qui m’a incité à prendre cet instantané sans viser. Les gens acceptaient d’être photographiés, mais prenaient systématiquement la pose, à la limite du garde-à-vous. Je n’avais pas d’autres solutions pour conserver un minimum de naturel… Au prix de quelques imperfections et d’images complètement ratées. Cet exercice tient de la roulette russe.
Antananarivo (Madagascar) – This photo was taken without aiming in one of the narrow alleyways of the Andravoahangy market, the largest market in Antananarivo, located in the northeast of the city. This place has a reputation for being dangerous. Although the narrowness of the alleys makes the work of pickpockets easier, I never felt the slightest sense of insecurity. I observe some basic safety guidelines, such as never venturing there alone. I must admit that during my first trip to India, a long time ago, all my camera equipment was stolen. I was young and overconfident. Once bitten, twice shy. Since then, I remain vigilant, never letting my guard down.
It was not the aggressiveness of the local population that prompted me to take this snapshot without aiming. People agreed to be photographed, but they systematically posed, almost at attention. I had no other option to maintain a semblance of naturalness… at the cost of some imperfections and completely ruined images. This exercise is akin to Russian roulette.
In a scene all to familiar just a few short years ago that is now consigned to history a well loaded 142096 climbs through the Derbyshire High Peak in Buxworth Cutting on April 4th 2006.
I have uploaded rather a lot of Polar Bear photo but I don't want to consign these to the bin as I am unlikely to get such photo-opportunities again. A number of people have alluded to the rule changes that come into force in in Svalbard in 2025 that will make photos like this very difficult. From March 1st until June 30th boats will not be permitted within 500m of a Polar Bear, though from July 1st until February 28th this distance drops to 300m. Polar Bears vary in their reaction to people and boats, but many are curious and will walk right up to a stationary boat in the pack ice. But the new rules say that boats should move away if Polar Bears approach to maintain the regulation distance.
We would not have approached this bear quite as close as this if we had spotted him earlier. But we were in a Zodiac cruising the coast and as we turned a blind rocky headland there he was, right in front of us. We did move back to a safer distance but initially I could not get the entire animal in frame. Needless to say, I was not operating the Zodiac. I was just seizing the opportunity to take close photographs. For the record I had 700mm on a full frame camera (500mm with 1.4x converter) and this was slightly cropped to centre it. It was taken on the east coast of the island of Spitsbergen at Bjornsund.
A sight that is consigned to history now. The "Night Riviera" sleeper stock now stables at Reading T.C.D now Old Oak has been significantly reduced in size owing to Crossrail/HS2 works. 08836 is currently based at Reading T.C.D, but you won't find a 20mph max speed loco working a 50 odd mile service over a line with a max running speed of 125mph! The 08 & Sleeper stock now also carry the current "GWR" Green company livery. Also owing to the introduction of IET's and 387 EMU's, platforms 1 & 2 at London Paddington have undergone electrification works.
Le Gué, une installation invisible puisque sous l'eau, réalisée par la société CRYSTAL et l'artiste Michel AMMAN, offre aux promeneurs l’expérience inédite d’une traversée à pied du Grand Canal du Parc de Sceaux, ceci jusqu'au 17 septembre.
Une traversée de 137 mètres avec de l'eau jusqu'aux chevilles, tout au plus aux genoux, suivant le niveau du canal, grâce à une passerelle immergée de 6 mètres de large (des balises blanches de chaque côté). Les consignes à respecter sont affichées à chaque extrémité et des maitres-nageurs assurent la surveillance.
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A sight now consigned to history, as Freightliner have moved over to the Top Yard at Ipswich and their new Vehicle Maintenance Facility.
Assets do occassionally get stabled here, if there are space constraints in the new facility.
El Abuelo, el inquilino más ilustre del castañar, tiene una edad estimada de entre 500 y 800 años y está claramente en la fase final de su vida, como muestra su tronco totalmente hueco que a duras penas se mantiene en pie. Sus dimensiones son impresionantes, con un perímetro de 12,50 metros (a 1,30 m) y una altura de 19 m., según consigna un cartel informativo. «Los viejos del lugar dicen que su tronco hueco es capaz de dar cobijo a todo un rebaño de cabras»
37248 - 7B51 (???? from Coed Bach Washery, which was formed of Kelly's containers on FPA wagons) - Swansea Docks 05/05/89.
Good luck to England tonight against our French cousins!!!
My dear little Stella is still hanging in here.
About a week ago she was really not looking good, and I had consigned myself it was time to take that final ride to the vets. But amazingly she seemed to rally.
This is tough.
I would never want to see her suffer, but she has exhibited such a will to keep on going, I know in my heart it isn't quite time to say goodbye yet.
She's eating, using her box and still wants to take a stroll out the back door to graze in the grass next to the back porch. (an activity she's done forever!)
She is a fighter and deserves every day she gets.
Meanwhile we do our best to keep her comfortable and are keeping vigilant.
- Paulo Coelho.
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Posting images of slot canyons, especially from Antelope slot canyons, always gives me a lot of engagement on social media. So much that I consider them cheat posts. I suspect the dramatic changes in light and color grades create a visual impact even as thumbnails that they attract a large audience. This remarkable play of light and shadows, while impressive to behold, was challenging for me to master. When I first visited a slot canyon, I solely relied on HDR photography to capture the scene. While images looked good, it felt like something was missing. As I spent more time looking at slot canyon images, both mine and other talented artists, one thing became clear. It’s the shadows that make these images click. That’s why the HDR images looked ordinary, as they often by default lift the shadows. It also meant that I had to get it close in camera rather than relying on post-processing.
Here are a few strategies that helped me. First, Avoid the sky as much as possible in compositions as the light difference is too much to make sense in a slot canyon image. There are exceptions, but it is better to shoot the sky separately and blend it in later in those scenarios. Secondly, pick your bright areas carefully and balance them with the shadow areas. ETTR or exposing to the right is super helpful here, I often meter at the brightest spot in a scene and push setting until the highlights clip. A quick tip: You can usually push your raw images a little more than what your camera histogram suggests. And the last tip is to white balance correctly, have a grey card or a microfiber cleaning cloth with you, and get the correct white balance. Because the light is limited in a slot canyon, even the best cameras struggle to judge white balance correctly, and it’s hard to get it right in post-processing; at least, that’s my experience. On the other hand, the difference is extraordinary when you get the colors right in a slot canyon. And there it is, all my tips for shooting in a slot canyon.