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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.
10-20 mm lens
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Shot in RAW and processed in LR
Not at all! It looks pretty bleak and barren, but there’s all manner of creatures here. Rabbits, hares, owls, kestrel … and a few sheep! Somewhat damp, and very windy, but a glorious place to visit. Yorkshire Dales National Park.
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
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 could have also used the words. dilapidated, disrepair, decline, disgusting. Shameful...
I can remember this station in the 70's, it was then known as Vauxhall and Duddeston, one stop out of Birmingham New street we would turn right outside the station, walk half a mile down the road to Saltley depot, normally full of locomotives alas also now long gone.
The station was a fairly tidy affair in those days, to the right of this view used to be a carriage shed, a fine blue brick building long since demolished and on the left also out of view, the old engine/wagon shed which still stands now looking forlorn, unloved and slowly crumbling.
Curzon Street parcels depot was located just along the line towards Birmingham, another casualty when parcels traffic moved off the railway. It was a busy place back then.
Also in the 70's, under the bridge arch on the left electric locomotives used to be occasionally stabled, this would be something impossible these days as they would most likely be subject to vandalism or worse.
Situated on the Cross-city line, only two tracks are in use now and pass through the station, a new class 730 unit has just left with a service to Four Oaks.
An effort has been made to clear the trees on the out of use platform but the cuttings remain. It is a particularly bad example of today's so called modern railway. 13-02-25.
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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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December 2009
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
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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Borsig 2-8-0 161 hauls the regular afternoon train to Bosra up the long steady climb from Dera'a. This was the last regular daily steam working in Syria in 1986.
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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CN 571/572
Hawk Junction, CN Soo Sub
Hawk Junction, Ontario
August 29, 2021
Class50 50027 Lion is seen by Gloucester stabling point circa March 1981
On a very gloomy late afternoon with class25, 37 and 47 in the background on shed.
I never found the area around Gloucester station particularly rewarding, though maybe I should have percevered. This was definately not a railway day and we were visiting the shops.
this was on christmas morning
so desolate really lovely....
it was a shopping mall figures
it figures triggers some heavenly depression in me..yup ya'll i
don't really dig chain anything.
hopped out of the car to get
some shots
my ride had to halt stop i giggled.
The oh-so-ironic Lake Aloha in California's Desolation Wilderness. Despite the raw and unforgiving appearance of this area, I found a powerful kind of calming energy to it as I sat and watched the sunset turn into a starry night.