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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
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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
Brighton Pier was looking particularly desolate with the heavy sea mist clinging to the coast.
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Kawah Putih, Southern Bandung, Indonesia
世界上最远的距离，不是天涯海角，也不是生死之间，而是我站在你身边，你却不知道我爱你。
The furthest distance in the universe is not between the ends of earth, nor is it between life and death. It is when I am standing by your side but you are unaware of my love for you.
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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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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?
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.
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
Another shot where one could expect Orcs to come over the hilltop at any moment...
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Outside Lake Havasu City, Arizona, USA
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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.
Desolation Lake with Mt Humphreys behind it. This is from my first backpacking trip in the Eastern Sierra
The aincient negative, full of grain adds its own atmospher to the desolation of the once thriving Chinley Station. Here the ubiquitous RAT hauls ICI hoppers deeper into the Peak District for a refill. Late Seventies neg found recently and developed after all this time.
An abandoned house in Hafnir, a small village near Keflavik airport. Yet another shot from the very fruitful flickr phototrip to Reykjanes. Same old processing of a 3 exposure HDR.
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Desolation Wilderness, Ca.
This is a sunrise the day after a phenomenal sunset. I got lucky to have a cloud layer hovering on the horizon exactly where the sun was rising. The clouds broke up enough to get this sunburst through the trees. What really caught my eye was the framing with the clouds...and of course the reflection!
This was a two exposure manual blend.
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Laura (lawatt) and I took a walk in the rain a couple of months ago. This is in Nyack along the Hudson River.
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