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This was supposed to be my first time since 2008 to use the self-timer feature of my Nikon D3. I dashed over to strike a family pose, and Rocco, suddenly turned and seemingly kissed me on the lips.
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It was sitting on one of the posts supporting the fence surrounding my vegetable garden. It was raining and I quickly dashed outside to get this shot. Not the best photo as I didn't have time to adjust the camera settings but it was the best I could do on short notice. Backyard bird.
There was a glimmer of brightness this morning so dashed off to Farmoor to get some more shots of the two birds hat have been there for some time.
Physeter was a heck of a jumper. He was so good, he tried out for the 2016 Summer Olympics high jump. Unfortunately, on his last jump, he was speared by a weather vane while attempting to jump over a house. Another dream dashed!
Balboa Island, California 2016
I had a heavy weekend of editing and catching up after the wedding last week, but I dashed away for an hour of shooting out in the Gorge. I had no idea I'd find ice. I visited Ponytail, then noticed these beautiful ice-covered branches at the base of Horsetail on the way back down. So, so beautiful!
Blog post with more shots here.
Nikon 24-70 lens @ f/2.8
Will I pray for him or should I pray for me? Should I lay my plight at God's feet and await divine intervention? Will God listen? Or does God care about one simple womans dashed hopes?
This morning I suddenly realised that it's been more than 2 weeks since I've taken a photo with a sun-star in it... so I quickly dashed out and shot one.
Have a blissful Sunday everyone! :)
Once, everything was new. Fresh. Full of life. Dreams.
Expectations were high. It seemed the world was ripe for the taking.
Years came. Years went. Times were good. Times were tough.
Dreams were realized. Memories made. Dreams were dashed. Memories lost.
Things changed. New became old. Fresh turned stale. Life went lifeless. Hope...gone. Dreams...gone.
Houses and people are very similar.
YJ12GVR 1756 (formerly OS20) is seen on route W5 at Archway heading towards Harringay Superstores, as soon as I saw this on LVF, I dashed out the house to get the train, the DL-6 was running so got that down to Mile End, then found the Northern Line was closed on the Bank branch. Ended up on a 43 which averaged 25mph (BDE believe it or not) and got to Archway with minutes to spare!
All surviving architectural details; of this fine church date from the early 14th century, and it seems likely that it was rebuilt at this time by St. Augustine's Abbey as a new church, possibly on the site of a 12th Century original which was a wooden building.
It was built as a Chapel of ease to the larger church at Chislet.
During the 19th century there were no less than three restoration campaigns. The first in 1853 included the making of a new triple bell-cote over the west gable (3 new Whitechapel bells were provided). Then in 1859 repewing took place and 54 additional seats were created. Finally in 1884-5, 14 more seats were provided, and a new organ was put in. Externally the nave has been completely refaced in heavy knapped flint work; much repair was done in Bath stone. There is also quite a lot of pebble-dashed render at the east end.
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Death Valley, California
This was a crazy morning. we had first started out to the sand dunes when a storm and airborn sand pretty much turned us back the other way. We dashed over to the salt flats on the other side of the mountains in time for sunrise, with the storm off in the distance still. The foreground in this shot was still sheltered by the pre-dawn glow and shaded by the mountains behind us, while the sunrise just hit the mountains in the distance and illuminated them in orange. i think it made for a nice balance in this shot. when the sun hits the ground out here, everything goes solid white, so i was glad to capture the detail in the foreground during this very short lighting window.
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When I bedded down in my tent for the night at Palouse Falls State Park, I was skeptical of a morning sunrise. But five minutes after tucking in, my tent walls began to stir as the wind kicked up; moments later the rain came down. That in itself seemed unusual for a relatively dry part of the state. Realizing that the storm could break and pass overnight, I set my alarm for a half hour prior to sunrise...
...and woke up about five minutes after sunrise. Snooze buttons are sometimes the bane of my existence. I readied myself in a hurry and dashed over the falls (a mere 10 seconds of dashing, as the campground sits neatly nearby) and managed a few shots before additional cloud cover moved in.
This shot is by no means perfect (look at all that messy flare to the left), but I still kind of like it. Taken with my Nikon FM on Fuji Velvia 50 film.
What a very wet day! I'm having the outside of my house painted so it's not at all welcome. It did stop late afternoon though so I dashed out to take this.
Having been trying to get my P950 back into how it used to work. Several re-sets & got rid of some of the problems but not all. Dashed out last evening for a couple of garden shots to test. Only problem for me now is the review system seems tyo have changed & i want it back to full frame review.
the only Dahlia that has survived this year. It has been left in the ground for 8 years now non-stop
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I took a wander around Dorset this evening, visiting Horton and Knowlton. It was quiet and the last of the suns rays were lovely to enjoy. Of course I took some photos but with clear skies, I was convinced it was time to pack up. Almost about to drive away and I saw these pink tones appearing in the sky. I dashed back out the car and set up again to capture these gorgeous pink tones of dusk. A perfect end to the evening.
What a great weekend its been - here's to the week ahead, whatever it may hold!
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To the tropics we did sail upon our lovely yacht...yet not once did it occur to me this dress would be so hot...
" 'Twil be a lovely trip," he said, "my dearest, precious pet..."
He, however, did not mention, tho', how profusely I would sweat!
I shed all outer clothing, dashed madly into the sea; and I cared not of those stodgy men who were all gaping at me,
The ocean gave such sweet relief - my husband watched aghast...now pondered greatly who he had wed, a woman with dubious class.
So let this be a lesson, ladies, and point your compass north - to Canada or Yorkshire Dales, and by all means, go forth!
Let not you be persuaded to climes sultry, sizzling, and slick...or you shall be remembered as the infamous Victorian hot chick!
~ silly poem by Skye :D
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The sky looked like having some interesting sunset colours yesterday,so grabbed the camera and dashed to a local field to me.
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Subscribers to Duluth Museum news would have a seen the surprising, yet exciting, announcement that DM&IR 316 was headed to North Dakota with a former Northern Pacific high-hood geep coming to Duluth in exchange.
DMIR 316 was a virtual twin to 193, and were occasionally seen together, such as Railfan Weekend 2017.
I never did get to see the "Missabe Sisters" on an ore train, hopes were dashed in 2017 at the last moment, but I was able see them paired together, as shown.
This photo was the last time I'd see the 316 in action, trailing 193 on a "Missabe Officer Special".
Two very similar dragonflies occupy this lake currently: Blue Dasher and Western Pond Hawk. They are normally separated by their eye coloring, but I can make a confident ID of this guy even in silhouette exposure. Only the Blue Dashed has the rusty wash at the base of its rear wings... the wings of the Pondhawk are unmarked.
IMG_7976; Blue Dasher
I got up at 5 this morning thinking today will be the perfect day to capture the sun rising under the Granville Bridge. By my calculations the sun was going to light up the pillowy bottoms of the clouds under and around the bridge in a fiery splash of oranges, pinks and reds. Awesome, I thought. But my hopes were once again dashed by the fact that the Fraser valley is usually a lot more cloudy than the West side of Vancouver. This, of course, means that the rising sun is going to light the tops of the clouds instead of the bottoms of the clouds. Since I only brought a 10 foot step ladder to set my camera up on, I didn’t have much hope of seeing the fiery clouds that I came for. Oh well. Such is the way of the landscape photographer.
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When we left home there was not a s smidgin of snow on the house And I felt quite deflated, had my hopes of snow been dashed well as we drove up the hill we began so see some white landscapes and mist, Yes there was snow on the high ground I hastily found a spot to stop and survey the scene in front of me.
This is a very familiar spot to me which I have shot many times, The Bostal road that leads to Steyning but I have never shot in these conditions, so after taking a couple of single images I decided to shoot a panorama.
I stepped up close to the fence where I had a better view down the hill and much to my surprise the West facing side of the hill was devoid of snow the overnight winds had brought the snow from the East. With the wind at my back I shot fifteen frames being careful to watch the histogram and over expose slightly , the view is taking in Cissbury ring and some fields where I shot some images a couple of weeks previously
... and, the story.
I noticed a blur out of the corner of my eye..and looked outside. Two little girls were racing up the neighbour's driveway... a Mom holding a baby and a Dad pulling a wagon soon showed up. The little girls rang the doorbell.. the neighbour couple talked to them for a while and then...the two raced back down the driveway waving something...and ran along the sidewalk to the next house leaving Dad in the lurch.... but, then... raced back for something from the wagon. ...aha! little boxes. Girl Guide Cookies. I knew right away.
But, it was so cute... up and down, and in and out of every driveway that I can see from our front window ... as fast as can be and fairly bouncing and racing every step of the way. No wonder they were so skinny... we were laughing by then. I searched around for some cash. Who has that around any more? Do they take Visa I wonder? ... I did find some ...
When they rang our doorbell, I was greeted with a chirpy little "Would you like to buy some Girl Guide Cookies?" ... I said ..how much are they? " "Five dollars".. I said .."oh, still the same .. that sounds okay",.. as my husband was saying loudly from the kitchen..."Make their day ...get 3 boxes!." "We can put them in the freezer."
When I said 3, the little one dashed out to the wagon to grab another box .. and, when I gave them the money, they were so excited, one of them dropped the five dollar bill and didn't even notice at first. I said oh, quick, catch it before it blows away... they laughed and snatched up the money and off they ran... with the one calling out to me as she went down the sidewalk.."Thanks for buying Girl Guide Cookies!!!" And, then...they stopped and looked surprised.... I was going back in by then, and was surprised myself... there was my husband, hiding behind the couch.. waving Bernie the bear's little arm at them. They jumped up and down and giggled and squeaked and waved back... and, then, off they raced up the block to the next house .......what a fun transaction that was. Worth every penny of $15.00.
One of my favorite photos from our trip. I saw these nuns ahead of me in Venice. I dashed down side streets to catch up with them and caught this moment.
Unhappy with the angles I was getting while on the ground, I remembered that I have a balcony over the front lawn. So I dashed upstairs, and took some photos.
Looking at it now, I realize that the top was upside down when I photographed it.
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The building at the foot of Paddock Steps was originally built as a Studio Warehouse for the Architect Robert Leonard and the Dutch Gable above the door bears his initials and date - "R. L. 1888"
For many years it was a Dance Studio run by Miss Millicent Simmons - you could often pass this Studio and hear the sound of music and dancing feet echoing up the street!
Note the original fossil Ammonites set into the centre of each pebble-dashed concrete panel
At this beach a boy was drawing. A journalist dashed into the sea to save the boy. The journalist died during his attempt, but the boy was saved.
Maria Lalaouni, a sculptor, placed her sculpture on the beach of the unfortunate event.
Colchester, UK.
Because of working abroad in tropical countries for the last twenty years, I can't remember the last time I saw snow fall. So when I opened the curtains one morning recently to see the white landscape, I dashed out with my camera and took a few snaps before it all melted away. Technically not my best photo of the year, but one that I'll cherish for a long time.
People have lived on this site in Stainborough since the Iron Age. The remains of a now much disguised hillfort lies under the 18th century folly on the hilltop. Following the Norman Conquest, the lands were owned by the De Lacey’s. In the mid 13th Century it was owned by the Everingham family, who sold it to the Cutlers in 1610.
Wentworth Castle is an estate born of a bitter family feud. When Thomas Wentworth’s expectations of inheriting nearby Wentworth Woodhouse were dashed in 1695, he bought Stainborough Hall, some seven miles to the north in 1708 and began to create a house and gardens to rival his usurper, changing its name to Wentworth Castle.
His son William inherited the estate in 1739 and carried on his father’s work – and his feud.
Years of neglect and decline have seen the landscaped park partially return to nature. An early 21st century project has partially regenerated the gardens and parkland, halting the decline, but there are still decaying remnants to be found of the park’s former glory. This corner of the estate, now woodland inhabited by deer was once a series of ponds, overlooked by the neo-classical rotunda based on the Temple of Tivoli. The ruins of retaining walls and sluice gates can still be found and in wet winters, the ponds still hold a little water.
On a summer evening, when the warm air is full of the sound of deer fawns playing in the long grass, Stainborough Park is a magical place. It is possible to be transported to a place apart from the modern world, if you can zone-out from the background thrum of the nearby M1.
The agony comes from the fact that I am suffering from a "Dry Socket" from a tooth extraction last week which is excruciating so I am abit miserable at the moment! However, I was looking out my study window I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this Eastern Spinebill hovering around the Salvias and Grevilleas. I have been after this bird for ages and while I have spotted it a couple of times around Melbourne, I have never managed a reasonable image of one.
After swearing, as I do when excited at times, I grabbed my camera and dashed out, afraid it would be gone by the time I got into the backyard. He was kind enough to hang around for ages and allowed me to get a few images while hovering around the flowers, like a hummingbird.
I love my birds so much, my pet ones, the wild ones and my backyard birds. I really feel this one came to cheer me up and has been coming back for the past few days.
Brown Hare / lepus europaeus. Havergate Island, Suffolk. 04/10/14.
This beauty was on full alert after another hare had just dashed past it through the gorse. The image gives a clear view of it's distinctive black tipped ears.
After reassuring itself there was nothing else heading through, the hare hunkered down again.
We shared company for over an hour on that memorable day.
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On Thursday, March 4th, the World Trade Center Transportation Hub in Lower Manhattan officially opened to the public. The hub replaces the PATH train station that was destroyed during the 9/11 terrorist attacks ...
With about 30 minutes to spare I dashed into the centre of this amazing building to find it almost empty .... maybe because the trains aren't running yet & its not quite finished ... I took this 3 shot landscape pano hand held to try & capture the vastness of the inside space .. what an fantastic piece of (expensive -- $4 billion ) architecture.
This odd church, surrounded by a high wall, hidden by trees and isolated in the middle of a field between Whithorn and Garlieston, is something of a mystery. There are tantalising glimpses however that it may have played a small part in the Scottish Wars of Independence. Could this enigmatic little church be the site of a mass grave?
Little appears to be known of the church’s origins. It is supposed to have been built by Fergus of Galloway in the 12th century as a private chapel for nearby Cruggleton Castle, perched on the cliff top over-looking Wigtown Bay, also known as the Black Rock of Cree.
Although no signs have yet been found, it is possible that the church may once have been surrounded by a village. The church was granted to Whithorn Priory in 1424 and was ruinous by 1890, when it was restored by the Marquess of Bute.
There is something strangely out of character about the place when compared with other old kirks in the area, in that you quickly become aware that the burial ground contains none of the gravestones that surround other churches. There is an odd rectilinear enclosure towards the rear of the church and a line of boulders between the gate and the front of the building. Neither of these features carry any indication to what they might be.
There is however a slight clue in the folktale ‘The Standard of Denmark’, which tells of a raid on Cruggleton Castle, then inhabited by the Kerlies (an ancient Irish family that settled in Wigtownshire also known a M’Kerlie and MacCarole) by the Graemes. Eppie Graeme had fallen in love with the chief’s son Allan. The chief refused consent for them to marry, so Eppie and her father Dugald storm the castle to carry him away. The raid goes badly wrong as the Kerlies are prepared for them and both are killed along with 200 others, “on searching among the slain, they found Dugald Graeme, his head literally dashed to pieces with a stone. Upwards of two hundred were found dead, all of whom were buried in the old church-yard of Cruggleton.”*
It is known that William Kerlie lost the castle in 1282, when betrayed by his guest Lord Soulis (a secret follower of Edward I). John Comyn had temporary possession in 1292 before it was captured by Edward I. Meanwhile, William Kerlie had joined with William Wallace and retook the castle in 1297. Kerlie was still with Wallace when he was captured in 1305. Maybe the story of the mass burial in the churchyard is a mythologised memory of the inhumation of the slain from one of these battles.
Another explanation for the lack of gravestones could be that the parish was united with Sorbie in the 17th century. If the church fell out of use at that point, it may well be that no burials took place through the 18th and 19th centuries when the use of carved, individual grave markers where at their most fashionable.
Some have commented that Cruggleton Church has an unsettling atmosphere and it is true that when the wind rattles the branches of the trees, it gives the place a restless feeling, completely at odds with the peaceful air of other churchyards such as Kirkmaiden or Kirkmadrine. Sat alone and apart, shielded by trees, wall and high gate, Cruggleton Church does not invite visitors, offers no commanding views, no tantalising clues to its past and holds its secrets close.
www.flickr.com/photos/andyhemingway/28796396257/in/album-... - for a view from the same vantage point in summer.
*Legends of Galloway, James Denniston 1825
T'was the day before Wednesday, when, just after lunch, Postman Santa brought me a magnificent 'Tuesday' present --- my very own not-so-new-nor-shiny Kodak Brownie Reflex Synchro TLR camera! (The keen black model with aluminum trim!) Joy!
Excitedly, I dashed to retrieve my slumbering SLR, but the battery was drained --- drat. So, instead, I grabbed my pocket camera in one hand, my new Brownie in the other, and hurried out to the back porch where the air was thick with 'Art' just waiting to be plucked by my new apparatus.
Indeed, only such a perfect-storm of fateful events could have enabled me to immortalize the glorious masterpiece-of-an-image you see before you here. The planets aligned. And then, within a mere half-a-dozen-or-so fleeting hours after snapping this photo, all of the subtle rays of September sunshine that lavishly illuminated each delicate flower petal, sadly descended into the trees, never to be seen again -- for at least 7 more hours.
*Sigh*. When somebody starts off a journey at such an extremely high level of craftsmanship and clarity as I mustered for this special once-in-a-lifetime image, the only direction left to go is down. Alas, this may be my 'Citizen Kane' zenith of TTV. ;)
Wednesday, 4 August 2021, was yet another hot, smoky day. I had been wanting to drive SE of the city to call in at a farm to drop off a couple of photos for weeks now, but kept running out of time. This day, I was determined to reach my destination, though the smoke from the British Columbia wildfires was really unpleasant. Travelling south on the highway, it was very tempting to turn around and try on a different day. However, I suspect we might be getting this smoke for the rest of the summer, so I decided I might as well continue my drive. Much of the landscape had disappeared, shrouded in toxic smoke.
There are two barns that I love down in this area, and I took just a few photos of each one before calling in at the farm to give the photos to the lady who owns the smaller of the two barns. We had spoken whilst on the back road near her barn on maybe three of my visits to the area other years and this time, we sat and chatted outside on her porch. It was so enjoyable!
Leaving the area, my drive took me back exactly the way I had come, as there was an old homestead that I had missed on the drive to the farm. Perhaps it had been removed, but I was really hoping that was not the case. I just hadn't been looking in the right place.
This was definitely a barn day, which was my intention, but there were so few birds to be seen. anyway. My drive was quick, as I didn't want to be out for a full day in the heat and smoke, even though I was driving, not walking. I did call in at the Saskatoon Farm on the way home, though. My hopes of buying some nice, fresh fruit and vegetables were dashed, as no fruit was left, bought by earlier visitors. Enjoyed a meal there, so that I wouldn't have to make supper when I got home. I had been hoping to get to the Saskatoon Farm for the last few days, but avoided going, as it was a long weekend here. Why would I go on a busy holiday weekend, anyway, when I can go during the week?
Can't wait to see blue sky again, and our beautiful foothills and mountains in the distance. Compared to all those people who live much closer to the wildfires, we are lucky. How I feel for them, having to breathe in all the toxic smoke particles, not to mention the devastating losses that many people are having to deal with.
A Warrior's Pride
The illustrations on the displayed was shirt may well represent the first time the U. S. Army waged war with Native Americans in the West.
War Shirt
1823-1843 (reproduction)
Michael Bad Hand
The original war shirt, located in Frankfort, Germany at the Museum de Weltkulturen, is thought to be the creation of a Sioux warrior who was in the 1823 battle. Honore Picotte, a fur trader who rose to prominence in the Missouri River trade, is credited with collecting this remarkable artifact sometime between 1830-1843.
This full scale replica shirt was created by Native American historian & ethnologist Michael Bad Hand.
Native Illustration
The 1823 war between the U.S. Army & the Arikara caused early American fur trade entrepreneurs to shift away from utilizing the upper Missouri as a trade route & ultimately launched the Rocky Mountain Rendezvous are (1825-1840).
The war shirt likely illustrates this historic encounter on the Missouri River near present day Mobridge, South Dakota. Remarkably, many details of the written record of the battle correspond with the imagery on the shirt.
Written Record
Traveling in two keelboats, fur trader William Ashley & his group of fur trappers arrived at the Arikara Village in late May 1823 to trade for horses. After Arikara attacked & killed fourteen of his crew on June 2, Ashley & the surviving trappers retreated to the Keelboats, which had been anchored downstream for safety.
Shortly after this incident, Colonel Henry Leavenworth & his troops traveled for seven weeks in five keelboats up the Missouri River from Fort Atkinson to take vengeance on the Arikara for their attack on the Ashley outfit. On the morning of August 9, 1823, Leavenworth dispatched 500 mounted Sioux foot warriors to charge ahead of his 200 foot soldiers & 120 mountaineers, & launch on attack on the Arikara.
What Does the Shirt Tell Us?
While we may never know for certain the story that the shirt's creator was chronicling, Colonel Leavenworth's report of the battle helped modern day historians to propose possible interpretations of the imagery:
-On the left side of the shirt are clear representations of four American keelboats with long cabins & tall masts flying large American Flags.
-A large grouping of hash marks or dashed originating from each keelboat might represent troops disembarking from the keelboats.
)One Plains Indian material culture expert speculates the shirt was owned by a Sioux warrior of the battle who is featured with a bleeding wound on the horse in the center.
-On the right side of the shirt are two circles filled with dark dots, perhaps representing two groups of Arikara earth lodges.
***Details from the war shirt, left side shows keel boats, right side shows Arikara village (1823-1843)
Courtesy of the Weltkulturen Museum, Frankfort, Germany
Finally!!!
Buachaille Etive Mór under a sky of stars is a shot I've been trying to get for 3 years! Our trip up to Scotland for New Year finally granted me that shot!
The weather had been typically Scottish for most of our trip, with grey, overcast skies, battering wind and driving rain. Some days it wasn't even worth going for a walk, never mind taking out the camera. However on our last night there, the clouds cleared just like they were first thing in the morning and we dashed out to capture Buachaille Etive Mór under the night sky. We bumped into another photographer who I sadly didn't catch the name of (feel free to say hello if it was you) who also said they had been trying to get the same shot and we all agreed it was a great night to be out.
This was two shots merged, a 4 minute long exposure for the foreground and then a 25 second shot for the stars/sky to avoid trailing in the stars.
Very impressed with the 5Div's low light capability, the 6D is renowned for being good in low light, it was one of the reasons I chose it in the first place! Having 30mp, I was slightly concerned about how the 5D would perform in low light, on paper it was pretty much on par with the 6D (ever so slightly better in fact) so I was keen to try it out.
I think in terms of noise due to high ISO, the 6D ever so slightly beats the 5D, though it's barely noticeable. What is noticeable is the sharpness/clarity and detail that the 5D seems to have. I always felt the 6D images slightly suffered with softness when shooting at high ISO, something which I'm sure everyone accepts when shooting in low light, though I've got to say I was quite impressed with how much detail remained in the 5D's images.
I hope I've not bored you all by now with my mini review, I hope some of you will find it helpful/useful.
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Ok, I am feeling a little sentimental with this post. You see, I started out as a theme park nut. Photography was always a way to capture my love for theme parks. As such, I followed a lot of other photographers who at the time were similar to me. We were all learning photography as we went along, usually at Disneyland. These were folks like Tom Bricker (now with his own website, Travel Caffeine), Bill McIntosh, and Greg Cooper. While we all started in Disney, the love for photography grew. While we were all maturing in our photography, the subjects seemed to change slowly over time. It's like each of these guys said, hay, we can apply these skills to capture other places as well. Tom especially seemed to become un-hooked to just Disney and started to shoot so many more places. Seeing them leave the parks (and marrying a National Park enthusiast someplace in the journey) really started to push me down the same path. Suddenly the world seemed so much bigger.
In fact, the more I saw, the more the theme parks started to fade for me. Something that drives my brother crazy, he still works in that industry.
So it may seem odd that on a recent trip to Japan, I would take time to visit Disneysea. Well, there is a part of me that will always hold the parks near and dear. So on this trip I had to drag the big camera with me. Most of the day it was just in the way to be honest. But about an hour before the park closed, I dashed out alone to get a slew of night photos, armed with a contraband packet tripod (tripods are not allowed). This was one of the images I naped on that frenzy. This is from the new Fantasy Springs section of the park, this is Arendelle. I looked and looked for a composition I had not yet seen. I loved this one, through the trees.
Let me wrap this up by saying that while I did get a chance to shoot with some of my heroes, like Greg and Bill, I never met Tom. He would not know me form Adam. But this intrepid group of photographers shaped me in ways they will never know. This Disney image is for them. And for the 25 year old budding photographer creating horrible HDR images with a Canon T1, but learning so much. Thank you all.
I had to wait for the right weather, which a few weekends passed, before I set off down the highway so few go anymore. Once the Trans Canada Highway, it was eventually relocated a good distance north to prefer a more shorter route and an increase in size. Yet another factor that led to it’s closing.
Even driving by on the road, this ominous sight of eerie monstrosity looked towards me, as if threatening to clamor over the fence to try and chase down anyone willing to stay around to find out what they’re looking at. Fortunately, it’s only made of concrete, just like almost every other sculpture in the park. Still, that’s quite a haunting sight to drive past along the highway.
My hopes were a bit dashed though, as the roadway sign was finally removed. Good old Google Earth’s street view and a few other photos have shown the highly banged up sign was still up. I guess I was too late to get there. At least Blowhard the broken down racehorse was still there.
A handmade sign sitting at the fence was a bit more interesting. Obviously the place isn’t, in the manner of speaking, ‘abandoned’ in the sence some urban explorers are used to. The land is still very much owned with them residing just nearby. Only when I came home and did a bit more research did I learn someone else was there just a week or two before me, and did a little exploration of their own. Part of which, aside of taking the usually shots with their camera, entered into the storage warehouse that was actually still in use, like I have heard.
Interesting enough, just three days after the article and photos when up online, the owners had commented on the intrusion. They were not too happy about the alleged forced entry. I don’t know how they learned of the article so fast, so I can only assume possible ego searching. For that I have decided to leave out details of locations, names, etc of this journey.
Now not knowing this at the time, I continued on outside the fence, taking shots of the sights visible over the small wire fence into what was the playground area where the rock hard sculptures sometimes doubled as playground equipment for climbing and slides.
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