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Fire lookout Daniel Otero collects rain water. He will use the rain water for washing and cleaning.
Photograph by: Basil Tsimoyianis, photo volunteer.
Fire lookout Daniel Otero uses a psychrometer to measure wind speed. High winds further promote the spread of fires.
Photograph by: Basil Tsimoyianis, photo volunteer.
This lonely lighthouse is perched almost on the edge of the Ness, because of continuing coastal erosion it has probably only got a limited amount of time left before it falls in to the sea :o(
Fire lookout Daniel Otero changes the batteries of his radio as the day comes to an end.
Photograph by: Basil Tsimoyianis, photo volunteer.
After singing, the desolation...
Essa foto foi tirada com uma Nikon N 90 e um filme Ilford ASA 400, revelada, e depois escaneada...
My 7th shoot for Major Project, for which I am concentrating on the odd or different things contained in the area around the N11 road!!!!
This image was taken just outside of Gorey, in County Wexford, on a medium format hasselblad using fuiji 100 Reala colour neg. There is such incredable detial in medium format!
Fire lookout Daniel Otero calls in on the radio to report the morning weather. He has woken amidst the clouds. The term he uses in reference to this is “socked in.”
Photograph by: Basil Tsimoyianis, photo volunteer.
Just beside Lachung river in Yumthung this tree was kept desolate...just waiting to get perished over the passage of time. Handheld
desolation row
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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 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 fortunetelling 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
Now 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
He looked so immaculately frightful
As he bummed a cigarette
Then he went off sniffing drainpipes
And reciting the alphabet
Now 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 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
A perfect image of a priest
They're spoonfeeding 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 Outa Here If You Don't Know
Casanova is just being punished for going
To Desolation Row"
Now 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
And 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 door knob broke)
When you asked 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
Perhaps not the most exciting picture in the world but the loneliness and bleak character of the fell at Mungrisdale makes a pleasing still image after a frantic day at work. And I liked the tone of the blue and green created by the hdr.
A positively amazing scene I found returning to the car after staying late at a concert on the Camden Waterfront. In the background is the Central Philadelphia skyline (well, part of it).
Desolation Wilderness, Lake Echo to Eagle Fa
Desolation Wilderness, Lake Echo to Eagle Falls, two days, about 20 miles
The framing of ridges stretching all the way to Boney Mountain in the Santa Monicas was quite a sight! Unfortunately, Boney has been burning this week due to the Woolsey Fire... and the Angeles National Forest's fire danger has just been raised to "extreme."
Backpacking trip to Red Peak and Lake #3, Desolation Wilderness, El Dorado National Forest, California. || Photo info: Taken 2022-08-20 with Canon EOS 5D Mark IV, EF24-70mm f/2.8L II USM, ¹⁄₁₆₀ sec at f/4.5, focal length 24 mm, ISO ISO 100. Copyright 2022 .
Black sand beaches make amazing contrast with the white ocean including this one near Shelter Cove, California. I knew I wanted a figure in the scene to provide a little more contrast and break the smooth curve of the surf. What better way than to grab my surfboard and head to the beach myself. A self-timer remote capturing one shot every 2 seconds made this easy. If you enjoy my art, I would love for you to Subscribe on Facebook via 500px ift.tt/1uOFij3
"I'm not a treehugger of any sort. But I don't believe on trompin' on the environment." - Daniel Otero
Photograph by: Basil Tsimoyianis, photo volunteer.
On the way to Kodachadri Hills, near Shimoga, Karnataka, India. This was peak summer and the water had largely dried up in most parts of South India.
Macon, GA (Bibb County) Copyright 2008 D. Nelson
Although my mom is a photograher as well and has been my mentor all my life, we see differently; and although she accepted it I don't think she quite understood why I stopped to take photos of scenes from Macon's "desolation row".
But how could I not capture the only thing vibrant in downtown Macon (these colors)...and that sad lamp post.