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Desolation Lake with Mt Humphreys behind it. This is from my first backpacking trip in the Eastern Sierra
The bleakness of the Eastern Washington winter makes this bucolic farm scene that much more desolate. Taken at a farm on the plateau near Manson, Washington.
A desolate and eerie calm hangs over what was once a steady divisional point at Hawk Junction. The station seems all but abandoned. The unkept station platform has weeds and moss growing along the building where baggage carts once waited to aid in loading and unloading at train time, rocks and glass litter the rest. The only tenants now are the yellow jackets nesting underneath one of the green light fixtures. Isolated showers pass through the area. The mood is solemn. Barely even a chirp from main reservoir from the parked locomotive out front. These late summer days in 2021 see little action. No thru freights run anymore between Hearst and Sault Ste. Marie and the "Tour of the Line" passenger is six years removed from operating. Still being the home terminal for the few remaining former ACR employees, the crew will go on duty in the evening Tuesdays and Thursdays at Hawk, running light up to Oba to lift their traffic for Hearst and perhaps have cars destined for log loading, returning Wednesday and Fridays ex Hearst. They setoff their traffic in the yard at Oba before returning to Hawk Junction- again, usually light power. Although the sale of the line has been agreed upon, pending regulatory approval, these waning days of CN's ownership look bleak.
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Hawk Junction, CN Soo Sub
Hawk Junction, Ontario
August 29, 2021
Rugeley Trent Valley is a desolate station, with just a rudimentary waiting shelter on each platform to accommodate passengers using the hourly service to/from London Euston as well as the half hourly trains over the Chase Line to Walsall and Birmingham New Street. The footbridge dates back to grander times before the old station buildings were demolished. On 27th January 2018 Freightliner Class 86/6s Nos. 86614 & 86639 pass with 4M87 (SO) 0946 Felixstowe North FLT - Crewe Basford Hall. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
There's a steel train coming through, and I'd take it if I could, and I would not lie to you...
It's been years since the wheels of this train were in action. Alone she sits, in the cleared out freight yard. All her friends have been taken and sold for scrap. The one factor saving her from the scrapyard is the fact that she's rusted in place, immobile, frozen.
Is life really life if you can't enjoy it?
I believe this is the Canadian Pacific #472 train running at restricted speed due to some over sized car the dispatcher thought they had (I did not see any such car) It has just crested the hill West of MP55 at unincorporated New Lebanon, IL I saw two cars in the ditch on IL72 en-route to photograph this train, and I myself missed the corner to turn onto New Lebanon Rd due to drifting snow. This train (not the drift busting CN train) was the reason I braved the elements Sunday morning. High zoom lens compression makes the train appear closer. It was actually 1:17 seconds from crossing the grade crossing. The grade crossing was vacated after this shot.
Taken at the marshy bog near my mom's old house. The morning fog just lent itself to creating this desolate and slightly creepy image of the mini-island in the middle of the marsh.
The buildings of the Atomic Weapons Research Establishment are almost incidental in this image, what I really wanted to get across was the wide open desolation of the place.
They're selling postcards of the hanging, they're painting the passports brown
The beauty parlor is filled with sailors, the circus is in town
Here comes the blind commissioner, they've got him in a trance
One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker, the other is in his pants
And the riot squad they're restless, they need somewhere to go
As Lady and I look out tonight, from Desolation Row
Cinderella, she seems so easy, "It takes one to know one, " she smiles
And puts her hands in her back pockets Bette Davis style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning. "You Belong to Me I Believe"
And someone says, "You're in the wrong place, my friend, you'd better leave"
And the only sound that's left after the ambulances go
Is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row
Now the moon is almost hidden, the stars are beginning to hide
The fortune telling lady has even taken all her things inside
All except for Cain and Abel and the hunchback of Notre Dame
Everybody is making love or else expecting rain
And the Good Samaritan, he's dressing, he's getting ready for the show
He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row
Ophelia, she's 'neath the window for her I feel so afraid
On her twenty-second birthday she already is an old maid
To her, death is quite romantic she wears an iron vest
Her profession's her religion, her sin is her lifelessness
And though her eyes are fixed upon Noah's great rainbow
She spends her time peeking into Desolation Row
Einstein, disguised as Robin Hood with his memories in a trunk
Passed this way an hour ago with his friend, a jealous monk
Now he looked so immaculately frightful as he bummed a cigarette
And he when off sniffing drainpipes and reciting the alphabet
You would not think to look at him, but he was famous long ago
For playing the electric violin on Desolation Row
Dr. Filth, he keeps his world inside of a leather cup
But all his sexless patients, they're trying to blow it up
Now his nurse, some local loser, she's in charge of the cyanide hole
And she also keeps the cards that read, "Have Mercy on His Soul"
They all play on the penny whistles, you can hear them blow
If you lean your head out far enough from Desolation Row
Across the street they've nailed the curtains, they're getting ready for the feast
The Phantom of the Opera in a perfect image of a priest
They are spoon feeding Casanova to get him to feel more assured
Then they'll kill him with self-confidence after poisoning him with words
And the Phantom's shouting to skinny girls, "Get outta here if you don't know"
Casanova is just being punished for going to Desolation Row"
At midnight all the agents and the superhuman crew
Come out and round up everyone that knows more than they do
Then they bring them to the factory where the heart-attack machine
Is strapped across their shoulders and then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles by insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is escaping to Desolation Row
Praise be to Nero's Neptune, the Titanic sails at dawn
Everybody's shouting, "Which side are you on?!"
And Ezra Pound and T.S. Eliot fighting in the captain's tower
While calypso singers laugh at them and fishermen hold flowers
Between the windows of the sea where lovely mermaids flow
And nobody has to think too much about Desolation Row
Yes, I received your letter yesterday, about the time the doorknob broke
When you asked me how I was doing, was that some kind of joke
All these people that you mention, yes, I know them, they're quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces and give them all another name
Right now, I can't read too good, don't send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them from Desolation Row
by Bob Dylan
Laura (lawatt) and I took a walk in the rain a couple of months ago. This is in Nyack along the Hudson River.
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“It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that when we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation - of loneliness, of poverty and misery, the end of all things, or their extreme - then rises in our mind the thought of God.”
Vincent van Gogh
That was going to be Jane Austen's last work of her life: "Despair and Desolation." It was about some chick who wanted some dude who was outside of her station in life, and that really depressed her, so she ate a lot of ice cream. Then he got sad and jumped in front of a stampeding horse carriage, trampled into a vegetative state right there in the mud. Yup. I swear.
Anyway. This is a pretty desolate picture -- the town which is the subject of this picture is kind of bleak normally, and when you cast it in a veneer of fog so bleak that it washes out the sun, it only doubles the town's general despair.
Desolate Oasis
Willis Creek
Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument
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Brighton Pier was looking particularly desolate with the heavy sea mist clinging to the coast.
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I Had a business trip to Portland and Seattle and I knew I have to bring all my kit and try to capture some of the beauty there in between trips. I also rented a 10-20mm lens for wide angle landscapes.
This shot is for Punchbowl Falls in Eagle creek trail (Columbia river gorge). It took a nice 2mile hike along the trail to reach this beauty. I came here a little late afternoon and it was a hot day. When I reached this spot, the breeze was really cool and refreshing. Maybe because it was not a weekend day and at that time, there was absolutely no one when I reached it. I really felt lost in the beauty and vastness of the place and decided to call the shot "Desolation". After cooling down a little, it was time to capture this beauty. I tried different compositions, and this was one of my favorite. I tried to work the blown-out sky there and even took different exposures, but was not successful and did not like th blend results. So, this is a single exposure shot that I still like.
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On the outside, you're free to roam.
On the outside, we found a home.
On the outside, there's more to see.
On the outside, we choose to be.
I just realized people from an Arabic and Hebrew culture (+?) will interpret this picture very differently than me, since they read from right to left. Interesting.. Maybe I should start including two descriptions, one for the West and one for the East? ;)
I have to admit... I´m a Thinker. My thoughts are always in a hurry, and they swirl around like a hurricane. Always.
So when I saw this photo, and gave it the title "Desolation" my thoughts immediately went to this poem by Maya Angelou...
I know that I sometimes (read: often) skip several levels in my thinking (I haven´t got the time to go down the long road), but I tend to be satisfied with the results *LoL*
ALONE
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
// Maya Angelou
A pathway into matterdale woods near where i'm staying in the lake district. It's a lot prettier round here than this shot suggests!
- Taken at 3:38 PM on September 21, 2007 - cameraphone upload by ShoZu