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A railway crossing in the middle of nowhere, right next to an abandoned bridge and railway bed, seems to be a preferred spot for local painters. This adds to the already abondened feeling scene, which probably looks and feels a lot different during another season. I still find the view from this side of the bridge quite fascinating. I also like the modern train in it, but it would be cool to get a vintage looking model here one day: it would send you 20 years back in time.
DB 189 040 + 189 030, Oberhausen 20.2.2016
Desolation Sound is a deep water sound at the northern end of the Salish Sea and of the Sunshine Coast in British Columbia, Canada.
How would you describe the landscape of Southeastern Colorado? Well, here you go... For many miles, the rolling prairie and desolate landscape create scenes like this. From La Junta to Trinidad, Colorado, US-HWY 350 and BNSF's Raton Subdivision follow each other for 78 miles through a whole lot of nothing. Seen here, Amtrak's westbound Southwest Chief races along US-HWY 350 just south of Timpas on May 23, 2016.
Title taken from a Bob Dylan song. I let this landscape speak to me of a whole other set of feelings (read: fear) that I really try not allow myself to experience but I feel is necessary to come to grips with when necessary...
Gertrude Lake Falls in the Desolation Wilderness. This was from last week's hike at Wrights Lake. It was nice to get up there so early in the spring, normally it is not accessible until mid June.
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The barren zone created by a retreating Glacier can be one of the most desolate places on earth.
This one in south eastern Iceland was huge, with just a single electric pylon running its entire length.
Shot here in Monochrome under stormy skies, I loved the atmospherics and isolation in this image.
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Taking a break from limestone and lone tree in the Yorkshire Dales.
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Dreams Of Desolation
Interplanetary Travel
Youtube: "4K" Road Trip in Tunisia - Visiting Tunisia "2019"
Camera: Canon EOS Kiss X7i
Photograph by Yusuf Alioglu
Location: Outer space (space)
some of my sculptures in the show IT"S PAINTING SO IT MUST BE GERMAN at Silvershot, Flinders Lane, Melbourne.
made of papier mache, wood, wire, more paper, fabric and threads, etc. More on desolation row at spectrescope.blogspot.com/
Death Valley, California
We are standing on the dry wash from Desolation Canyon, admiring the view across the salt flats towards the Panamint Mountains.
This photo-video visits the desolate land of Death Valley, California. Photographed in 2010 and 2011.
its a building site where they have flattened all the land put 2 trees up and then buggered off cos of the credit crunch. they took all their machinery and tools too so i don't think they gonna be back for a long time yet. this picture was taken at sunrise at about 4 a.m. its a lonely time and the time and the scene to me anyway automatically led to the title in my mind. You only saw this blue green for minutes as the dark turns to light.
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Isolation In Desolation, the famous cottage near the summit of Hartside Pass on the way to Alston. I have passed this place many a time, never really working out the best way to photograph the cottage. Going through a black and white phase i realised within this landscape, a mono shot was best.
Old Gang Lead Smelting Mill.
I wanted this to be as "bleak, grim and gritty" as I could get it. (I think the look of patchy snow given by infrared helps.) The average life expectancy of those who worked here was 45! Children were sent up the flues, that follow the contours of the fellside, to scrape of the lead that was deposited there from the poisonous smoke from the smelter!
Not a rural idyll!
On the Fells above Reeth, between Swaledale and Arkengarhdale. The desolation seems complete, as the lead poisoned slag heaps and streamsides are bare of most plants,
(except some very stunted grass), after over a century of disuse.
I spent several hours of a mainly grey day wandering around here. Probably best (for photography), in the sort of weather that has, wet rocks, black, moody clouds and sunrays.
From the web: " This site is the largest remaining smelting complex in the Yorkshire Dales and also contains various stores and workshops of the Old Gang Mine. At the rear of the site is the earliest mill which was known as the New Mill because it replaced earlier mills. This mill began smelting in 1797. In front of this is a larger mill usually referred to as Old Gang Mill which began smelting around 1846. The last smelting on this site took place in 1907. This valley probably has the biggest concentration of lead smelting mills in the country. The first mills were constructed in the 17th century and for more than 200 years this... valley was a hive of industry. "
www.ifootpath.com/walking/walk_ro.php?walkID=39&walkI...
For more information: www.lairdswood.com/ydnp/Lead_Mining_Pages.pdf
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condemnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
We are all the only one.
We are all the weak and tepid.
We all strive to rule our own world.
We all tie ourselves down.
We all rot in perfect harmony.
We all love to pity yet do nothing.
We all care enough to ignore.
We are all people.
We are all just a disease.
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condemnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
We are the victims in a conspiracy of nothing.
We are all liars in the end.
We all hold our own ideas as truths.
We all fool ourselves to believe that we really exist.
We all cheat and lie to keep our noses above water.
We all cry at the end of the day.
We all smear our own guilt onto others.
We are all just pawns in a game played by pawns.
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condemnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
Who spawns the dreams of desolation?
we do...
Who writes the epitaph of light?
we do...
Who lies and preaches of condemnation?
we do...
Who clips the wings of angels bright?
we do...
Dreams of Desolation, "Total Cleansing" (2001) - Puissance