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FEC train 111-15 is passing thru St. Augustine, FL on May 15, 2016 with the LNG test set on the point. The set has been in semi-regular service on trains 111-112 between Jacksonville and New Smryna Beach. On Sundays, 111 departs earlier than normal (Normally a nocturnal move) and is shootable in the golden light.
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Our Willow, Salix babylonica, continues to Weep even after that very stern and fierce look by Dog Violet, Viola riviniana: 'Stop it!' Not a friendly look at all. But under the very blue sky our pretty flower is probably just bracing against the strong, icy northeasterly wind like your sandal-shod photographer.
'Riviniana' is for August Quininius Rivinus (= August Bachmann) (1652-1722), a famous physician and botanist at Leipzig. Medical doctors will know him even today for his work on eardrums and the salivary glands; several of their anatomical structures are named for him. A versatile naturalist, he was also a consummate botanist and an uncautious astronomer; he went blind because he studied sunspots without protection for his eyes. Heinrich Gottlieb Ludwig Reichenbach (1793-1879) - whom I've mentioned in these pages before - named (1823) our Violet for Rivinus no doubt because the latter was a pioneer in the classification of plants according to their morphology.
Am lucky enough that the Evening Grosbeak are still visiting. It's pretty awesome. They seemed to have gathered some extra friends this morning, counted 20+ around the backyard!!!
Continuing a series of experimental photos with a Kodak No. 2 Folding Cartridge Premo (circa 1919). All settings are mentioned as they appear on the camera. If you are lost, I suggest starting with the first photo in the corresponding album.
I was testing out the focusing. I took several photos of this scene - one at 100ft, and the other at FIXED. They both turned out relatively the same, but in this case, 100ft gave me a slightly clearer image. Moving forward, however, I may stick with FIXED.
Shutter: 50
Focus: 100ft
Aperture: 3
124 ASA
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I've been spending much of my time in the fog, from late night, to early morning- just waiting for shots like this. It was a very strange, whimsical night in the fog that shrouded one of the oldest districts of the city and in a sense, it was like stepping back in time that night. There was a turn of the century grain silo (long abandoned) behind me, I was walking on a road that was just as old as the railway, and the clanging of train cars could be heard just the same as they would have sounded back in the 1900's. It's the oldest part of the former city of Fort William that has remained unknown and untouched since the industry began to shut down in the 1940's. This image was created with not much more than a strobe on 1/2 power, a fast dash, and a ten second timer. As soon as I saw these trees leaning over, I knew that I had to capture what I was feeling.
Continuing on from the calm conditions of the previous image, this is literally a couple of hundred yards away in the opposite direction. This is why this area is so popular with photographers, a fresh image every few steps.
Continuing my series of birds in black and white in the urban environment, here's a swainson's hawk perched on an electrical pole
I am continuing working on getting some decent images of Mountain Bluebird inflight. I learned a lot more about the challenges today and got a few that I will share but I am still not there yet. It was a lot of fun doing it though.
She continues to "soldier on." After her cancer diagnosis was compounded by her diabetes, she started to go downhill rapidly, however, since I've regulated her insulin and radically changed her diet, she has rallied. I didn't think she would make it to her 12th birthday, and now we are just one month away from her 13th. She has been blind for almost a year now, but she has adjusted and compensated. My extraordinary cat, Batman, "shoulders" her away from furniture I accidentally don't return into place. He stepped into the caretaker and sleeping partner role after TinkerBell left home.
EC-GXJ arrived on the 27th of January from Malmo and should have continued to Helsinki but has parked since possibly due to engine trouble.
Continue to last series of "Night & Light Series 20 -dynamic & blur view at the street", which aim to capture the respective atmosphere & beauty of dynamic light at night .
Continuing with a series of images shot on iPhone 6s in Tokyo last April.
Big things planned for my Tokyo photographs.
Stay tuned.
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Continuing my clear-out of archives, some more photos from previous years as yet not uploaded.
Thanks to everyone who takes time to view, fave or comment on my pictures.
Continuing my Southern Arizona Adventure 2024 and continuing my visit to Bisbee Arizona. This is stage 7 of 9.
I arrived just a little before the original Bisbee Breakfast Club opened so I walked around Erie Street. Then I ate a Harvest Omelette with egg whites at BBC. Then I walked around Erie Street a little more.
Lots of memories for me since I grew up in Arizona in the 1950's. Miami & Globe Arizona were a lot like Lowell.
This is the iconic Lowell space ship mural. Lots of street art and murals in the Bisbee metroplex.
The closest I can get in identifying this truck is a 1940 Chevrolet wb-Series 1.5-Ton Flatbed Truck. Any correction will be appreciated. This truck is famous as the Lowell Old Chevy Truck making it hard to specifically identify it since its picture is the primary one to always appear.
www.atlasobscura.com/places/erie-street-historic-lowell
Erie Street, Historic Lowell
Bisbee, Arizona
A living snapshot of a different time in America is preserved and maintained by a community of volunteers.
Visiting Erie Street is like walking into a 1950s post-apocalyptic landscape. From all that is immediately apparent, it could have been abandoned in a hurry and forgotten for half a century. Rusting cars, trucks, and an old Greyhound bus sit deserted along the street as if their passengers had suddenly vanished (or worse).
Erie Street is most of what is left of Lowell, Arizona, a mining town incorporated into Bisbee in the early 1900s. Much of the town’s residential area was demolished to widen an open-pit copper mine. Losing most of its residents caused the commercial district to struggle, and many businesses failed as a result. Today, the street’s special curiosities include a Harley Davidson repair shop with a now-defunct gas pump and Sprouse Reitz Co., a department store that is nearly empty except for a few appliances and a whole pile of mannequin parts.
Despite appearing untouched since its decline, further investigation reveals that Erie Street is continually restored by a vibrant and passionate community of residents and volunteers who want to remember a different America. So although you can no longer see a show at Lowell’s movie theater or pay $0.22 for gasoline, the Lowell Americana Project has made it possible to experience the street as a living snapshot of another time. And not everything on Erie Street is purely decorative—visit the Bisbee Breakfast Club for an excellent Huevos Rancheros.
www.legendsofamerica.com/lowell-arizona/
Lowell, Arizona was once a sizable mining town located just to the southeast of Bisbee. Today, it is a small neighborhood of the larger community.
Though the majority of the original townsite was consumed by the excavation of the Lavender Pit mine during the 1950s, what remains today is a photographer’s dream. The one street that is left features mid-century buildings, signs, and artifacts in a colorful display that makes visitors feel as if they have taken a step back in time.
Haiku thoughts:
Erie Street lingers,
Ghosts of fifties' laughter hum,
Time stands in still frames.
Southern Arizona Adventure 2024
Happy Truck Thursday, HTT,
November the 20th and the In Search of Fall Colors finds the Mighty Red Oak in full glory in the Woods of Virginia.
Remembering Elliott Park
The Solider and the Oak
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Continuing on my recent theme, here's another one from the Jersey Shore. This one was taken on the boardwalk in Ocean City, N.J.
Yesterday’s figures continue to provide hope that the corona emergency is easing while the epidemic continues to demand a high toll: 230 corona-related deaths were recorded and 211 patients were hospitalised, bringing the total number of people that are treated in hospital to 4,527. Meanwhile, the corona death toll in Belgium keeps attracting attention of the international press. Whilst the European press acknowledges that our figure is an overestimate and that it’s nearly as we are being too honest some US press is less diplomatic when talking about the mortality rate in Belgium: “Champion of Coronavirus” and “Belgian Corona Riddle” … Our virologists are urging caution when comparing figures and stress that we are the only country to include deaths in care homes. I think we all should realize that the corona crisis is not a race and that we'd be better off concentrating on finding the best way to count deaths instead of pointing fingers. In the midst of all of this, I continue with my daily corona walk documenting Ghent as it unrolls before my eyes… - Brugse Poort, Ghent, Belgium
Paint me a window, soft and defined.
And flood yellow light.
Through the open blinds.
It's somewhere, hidden from view.
A portrait, an epitaph...
I'm supposed to talk to you.
Continuing on the Sunrise/Sunset series, here we see another sunset as the choppy waves of Mercury Passage wash onto a rocky beach near Point Leseur, Maria Island. The Tasmanian Mainland can be seen in the distance.
Photo By Steve Bromley.
Prairie Light, continued. I was driving up Butte Road before dawn and had to stop near my favourite tree. A crescent moon and Venus hung in the sky above; in the distance lay silhouetted 70 Mile Butte (behind the tree) and the small bump of the Sleeping Lion (to the right).
I had to get across an irrigation ditch in the dark. Dry in October, so no problem. The brittle grass was knee-high. There was no wind. I carried my tripod with a single lens, the 14-24mm, and walked along a dyke until it felt right. A robin watched me approach, and didn't fly away. The silence was exquisite, as if the world were holding its breath. And then the moment passed.
Shooting at dawn is so different from shooting at sunset: we watch the light grow, not fade away.
Photographed along Butte Road, in the Rural Municipality of Val Marie, Saskatchewan (Canada). Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©2023 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
Another perfect night to watch the fireworks over the Ottawa River. Saturday night was Portugal's show and it was a beautiful display of color and sparkles. This is the view from behind the Supreme Court. I am glad I don't have to decide who is the winner.
Jasper set continues: this is me, clearing snow off my tent in late September. The Columbia Icefields are spectacular, but this can happen - and does - a little earlier than in other parts of the Canadian Rockies. Twenty-five years ago I was a lot tougher than I am now, and I actually enjoyed this.
The tent, designed and produced by Mountain Equipment Co-Op in Vancouver, was a good one. Not free standing - its only drawback - it nevertheless was spacious, dry, comfortable, and shed snow very well. It didn't leak. It never blew down or tore. I always felt secure sleeping in it.
My notes from this trip tell me that I moved on to a warmer place after spending a day hiking in the snow. At the time I lived near Sooke, on Vancouver Island, where snow was a rarity, so a snowy landscape felt exotic and reminded me of my childhood in eastern Canada. Since moving to the Saskatchewan prairie in 2011, I've gotten over that.
Photographed near the Columbia Icefields in Jasper National Park, Alberta (Canada); scanned from the original Fujichrome Provia 100 (push-processed one stop to a whopping IS0 200). The camera was a Nikon F90, the lens a manual focus Nikon 24mm that I still have and still use. Tripod, self-timer. Don't use this image on websites, blogs, or other media without explicit permission ©1998 James R. Page - all rights reserved.
AC-4 Continues to amaze. So the oldest and last remaining California Condor in the wild from the original 22 birds taken into captivity in the mid-1980s has another story to tell. He was released back into the wild after 30 years of captive breeding in 2015. The following year he fathered a wild chick born in the same area he was born in in Santa Barbara County almost 40 years ago. Well, earlier this year an untagged juvenile showed up that AC-4 was observed hanging out with. This would have been normal if it were not for the fact that shortly after AC-4 paired off with female #654 last year (and an egg was confirmed between them) #654 was assumed deceased after a loss of tracking signal. Condors split duty between father and mother incubating eggs and feeding newborn chicks. In order for this untagged juvenile to be the offspring of AC-4 that meant AC-4 would have had several weeks of incubating the egg and many months of supplying food to the youngster by himself. A task that was deemed impossible. And here's the "well". Well, DNA results are in ... AC-4 is the father. So what was thought impossible, was not impossible at all, at least not for AC-4. The fact that we have California Condors still here today is an accomplishment of not only the hard work of the dedicated biologists, handlers, Rangers, DNA experts, surgeons, veterinarians and hunters who have switched to non-lead ammunition ... but also because of the incredible will to survive and adapt of these birds. If you're in Ventura or Santa Barbara County and happen to see a Condor with an orange tag with the black numbers 20 on it, tip your hat, you're seeing something legends are made of. Way to go AC-4.
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...had a late birthday dinner with my sister and her family last week...
Trying to make my birthday stretch as far as it will go!
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I was at the beach all day. And my parents forced me to stay out in the sun so now my skin is all red-brownish and it hurts.
So my tripod decided to break yesterday, thanks to my dad for being my tripod haha. Our first idea was that I lied on the ground, but I found out very fast how awkward it can be to lie on the asphalt while people are staring and pointing.
I think though, the right choice was to stand up :)
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"I was continuing to shrink, to become...what ? The infinitesimal ? What was I ? Still a human being ? Or was I the man of the future ? If there were other bursts of radiation, other clouds drifting across seas and continents, would other beings follow me into this vast new world ? So close - the infinitesimal and the infinite. But suddenly, I knew they were really the two ends of the same concept. The unbelievably small and the unbelievably vast eventually meet - like the closing of a gigantic circle. I looked up, as if somehow I would grasp the heavens. The universe, worlds beyond number, God’s silver tapestry spread across the night. And in that moment, I knew the answer to the riddle of the infinite. I had thought in terms of man’s own limited dimension. I had presumed upon nature. That existence begins and ends is man’s conception, not nature’s. And I felt my body dwindling, melting, becoming nothing. My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation, it had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something, too. To God, there is no zero. I STILL EXIST !"
The Incredible Shrinking Man - 1957
From Riga, we continued our journey north to Estonia, with our first stop being Pärnu, about 200 kilometers from Riga. Although we had been traveling through the Baltic States, this was the first time we truly saw the Baltic Sea. You could argue that we were close to the sea while visiting the Curonian Spit near Klaipéda, but there, we were more focused on the lagoon and didn’t actually reach the Baltic shore. In Pärnu, we stayed at the Hedon Beach and Spa Hotel, which, while perhaps not the best hotel in the world, is certainly the best you’ll find in Pärnu. The hotel’s architecture stands out, offering a blend of modern design and historical elements, making it a unique landmark on Pärnu’s coastline. The building’s clean lines and thoughtful design allowed me to capture some almost abstract architectural monochrome images - Pärnu, Estonia
Continuing with my special flickr food channel edition, this hispid cotton rat devours a leaf.
Hispid cotton rats are omnivorous, but the major portion of their diet consists of green vegetation. They occasionally consume insects and other small animals. Field observations of hispid cotton rat diet indicate that preferred foods are the stems, foliage, and seeds of crop and wild plants.
CPKC 241 continues its charge northward on the Detroit Lakes Subdivision, originally the Soo Line's Winnipeg mainline, toward Thief River Falls and later Noyes at the international border seen here south of Winger in Polk County. Winger has a gravel road underpass at this location, which I had intended to include in the scene. However, the timing was tight, so I opted for this framing with the various prairie grasses and snow. Next time.