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One of the artworks adorning the walls of the Williamson Tunnels Heritage Centre in Edge Hill , Liverpool .
In 8th notch and down to walking pace, G528 and G543 haul their 40 wagon grain train up Warrenheip Bank in Ballarat as 9156 PN Grain from Manangatang
For the past few months I have been fortunate to work with a talented and beautiful musician, Xerephine Musica, in making PR shots, fine art work and documenting the making of her latest video. She plays several instruments, writes her own songs and has a sweet, angelic voice. If you would like to hear her music see the links below to her Instagram and Facebook.
www.instagram.com/xerephine/?hl=en
www.facebook.com/serephine.musica
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This was my favorite of the plants I added to my very small yard a couple of weeks ago. I got out my Sigma 70 Macro and started taking pics when this first pod opened and it bloomed. I figured it would be a good way for me to get some good florals in a city that is not known for having an abundance of nature.
This was processed in Photoshop Elements rather than On1. I sometimes do this to see which software I prefer for a certain set of images so I can just go with that one. Here, I got some very similar results. On1 has become much faster in its latest upgrades and has a much greater set of native options so have mostly used that. Its major limitation is its rather poor noise reduction feature. So, I brought it into Elements for a trip into Nik Dfine. Not a big deal at all. In fact, I always bring my On1 results into Elements for finishing touches or more significant alterations with my various plug-ins.
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АNNO 1971
...in personal approximation
and search of single quantum of freedom
to Exist, as personality of Individual, as
being of-Myself in all aspects as resonance
of binding positive emotions to be degraded
and trans-mutated from the norm
of being Human, and independent member
of Human race existed with out stated theorem,
or critical re-marks with out its collectively
dysfunctional chimera, object, model of named
sublimed such "persona incognito non-grata" -
I missed my train again, and run and run anew
through their vigilant totalitarian sharp eyes of
the control, dictating me and everyone including
you, in every fragmentary aspect that I can't,
and what I should, or must I do by their
tyrannical "Do!" command from Party far above,
controlling ego, brain, plus consciousness and
Will in their armful sweaty, hairy hands by
digging, sorting and Personality and Dreams,
and reliability behavior of Subject, by their
model-built ability to smash and kill, and such
regime presents Commissars' politically
manifested force, its pointer, political
and total supervision and power to oppress,
to hold securely, suppress and to control
not only by the strength of my hands:
the most important to hold in iron vise
the Will, and brains, of mine and others,
by bending under their yoke, and breaking
by a force free moments and dynamics of
free Will, because:
"The Party is the Helmsman, and Honor
and Conscience" of all the People,
(which is the punch-line of Marxist manifesto!)
and to suppress me in their effort to be my-self,
by forcing by Decrees to think, to dance and
to express according "as bequeathed" by their
bloodies and greatest leaders at behest of
Karla-maxa, having shot a-mass, infected all
by Spanish-flu, and forcing mass to starve by
shortages of food, and mass-repressing entire
nation by iron-fist of "Red-Terror" under
convoy to underground mines and all Siberian
taiga, too-too! to deadly frozen Solovki,
and Kolyma, and everywhere to omni-potent
monstrous GULAG, and each of bloody labor
camps, exterminating life as if at "Eastern Front",
according to manifested "quarantine" decrees,
and totalitarian mandates that deadly changed
my Mother's life and consciousness of her t
o Null-and-zero...
All those agitators, activists and party's leaders
being armed with Marxian indoctrination
against legality of Owners' capital to take away,
for which extortion I Per-se objected and gave
up my citizenship by naivete for illusory
Freedom to be my-self in own volume of modest
thoughts and Soul, were running through the
cinder Post-and-block, and through rails and
ways to history unfortunate in its entirety to
replicate "It-self", to move away from
history and set of lost ago in vanished Past
initial, abolished points been flowing from
the basin "A" into arbitrary set of "B" inherent
in stream off fluid where eyes shaped these
Water flocks, and rather upon further fast
attraction to alphabet washed up me on the
shores of flooded, but still bucolic Vienna
already prematurely aborted and deserted
without crowd and without pillars in arms
of euphoria of jubilation and Yugends, Folks,
and such enthusiastic as it never happened
before, almost emptiness, approaching Spring
has been already swept away a remnant snow
from so shiny pavements with admiration raged,
forgetting firmly ringing echo of horseshoes
and steps-chased by lacquered boots from
such unknown always returning cycle "Again"...
And many trees by losing their leaves spelled
uttered silent whisper "I'm sorry ..." for those
years that have passed since sad resentment,
however, all fat muzzles were devoured,
growing as it should be, two hanging navels,
almost like ham in color of their shiny eyes,
showcases, and counters with "pillar-to-eat",
deserted streets without helpful taxis-cabs,
without marching nurses and rallies' poster:
"I want to live like my Dear-Soviet nurse!"
brainwashed by propaganda off,
O, you F...en-naive-Ladies! for my three
grosh-a-pennies, yes! for a salary at night
emergent over-loaded rooms by pain
were brought in shifts to Ob-Gyn floor at
midnight by "miscarriage-patients" full-filled
all night by unfortunate poor predominantly
working-class young Females from all the
outskirts of One-million city in my forgotten
days - they brought all those from exhaustive
overwork, and losing lives of premature
life-less macerated fetuses, and endless
repetition of tragic losses was also communal
Soviet way of communistic Life, the only
thing perhaps "uniquely fair", and so roams
pain raking tribute to Marxist regime
from Near Mills "to-opposite" behind
the fence and cemetery's gates without an
escort, along the graves without "Peace" ...
But in that Vienna stood a market with
all essential for me The Books, on Lingos far
before my birthday lost-forgotten, and from
the Soviet period hunger ripples to this day
stands before my eyes,
but there was no penny to dive into the revelry
of the abundance of pages still unread...
Additionally, there is exists a first impression.
almost invisible as feeling, rather an epiphany,
from first firmness of independent steps,
even before of reading all the whiteness of
folios, and pages, and other things, as pledge
of my foundation upon the Snow-First
of virgin in the midst of fright! of course
delight that foot of mine steps upon so
firmly on something covered with thick
and many! white! by childish standards still
subject to transmutation by energies of Hope
emitted through thousands of days of
expectation, that fundamentally intrinsic
a-la dim Dream between initial and current,
but still a Dream...
Yes, the sum of expectations still old and left
in similarity of sled about mountain from
those Past remaining since, as if in depths upon
Neuronal bundles and transmitters conducting
impulses to cortex Consciousness formation,
and within the Cortex and structures deep
between admitted that I am only a particle
of Your majestic Greatness,
and in the miserliness of this phenomenon
does not diminish belongings and flesh
and crumbs the course of thought
to realize my-Self just as elementary particle...
(Night-Shift-ER-Gyn-Obs, 1971 начато,
2022 доработано, неокончено)
Nikon d3300 with 35mm 1.8g. I set out to get a long exposure of the sunset with the tide coming in around the rocks with my nd filter or a nice landscape with the recently beached sperm whale in the foreground but... this chap was digging for worms in the distance and I had to go and see what he was up to. It ended up as my favourite shot of the day and we had a nice chat! #dogwoodweek5 #dogwood52weekchallenge
Greater Anglia class 755 No. 755419 approaches Soham on an early spring evening working 2E80 16:00 Ipswich - Peterborough. 23/03/2022.
I was digging through my picture folders computer last night and found some shots that I don’t think I ever shared that I thought were quite good and thought I’d share them and while I haven’t anything new to share at the moment. They are all shots of 755s funnily enough. Being my local units that I see everyday I don’t know how I hardly have uploaded any pictures of them, I tend to upload more loco hauled stuff.
This one is the earliest of the bunch being March 2022 which was a lovely month for weather with most of my shots that month being in full sun and beautifully lit. I can’t find that there was anything special I was out for here, probably just on a walk. Of course, now this crossing is shut (however a sign I read said it would be open again by now after work had taken place but I still haven’t checked) so looking back at the shots I took when it was open is nice too.
I'm not sure if this fox squirrel is looking for some goodies—or maybe planting something for the future! Last summer when I went to replant annual flowers in my deck pots, I found a little cache of peanuts down in the soil!
Using the same setup as the classic promotional material I shot my own interpretation of the story. Here Captain Red Beard has discovered even more booty in the cave and, as any half decent sea captain would do, has got his shipmate to do all the hard work!
A shameless plug on the Cinematic Street Photography group, where the 3rd Themed Contest is now underway.
The theme is Romantic Couple. Please submit your pictures HERE without delay!
this guy was sitting in the road this morning apparently stunned by the new england weather going from 95 down to 50 in a day. ( join the club) he was happy to have a little of my heat and i was happy to share some.
Ongoing resignaling work in South Wales calls for some deep excavations at Cardiff Central , passing by is First Great Western 43005 one end of the 1L55 Swansea - London Paddington.
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I went to bed our last night in Lake Tahoe knowing that if the storm that had just rolled in continued the entire night, there would be a lot of snow to shovel in the morning. I woke up the next morning to the sound of a snow plow clearing our driveway which luckily saved me a lot of work. For some reason the plow piled all the snow at the end of the driveway so there was still a bit of shoveling to do but it wasn't as bad as I was expecting.
This concludes the Lake Tahoe Winter 2010 series.
ABOUT THE SERIES
My family loves Lake Tahoe. It's about an 8 hour drive from where we live but it's well worth it. This Christmas holiday, I traveled up there with my family and my fiance for my first winter trip there in 5 years.
This year my parents gave us snow shoes as a gift so we spent a lot of time snowshoeing. Unfortunately (for photography sake), it snowed a lot so I wasn't able to shoot every day but on the plus side, I love the snow and it makes for great landscapes.
I've always struggled with getting correct exposure in the snow. My first year all I had was a point and shoot and my photos actually came out pretty well. The following trip I brought my Canon Digital Rebel and to my surprise, my exposures were off. After much reading I learned that you should generally use exposure compensation since the camera's metering system is usually thrown off by all the white (your camera meters assuming objects are grey). I did a little better with my 7D this time around but I still don't think I've nailed metering in the snow.
A CN intermodal train storms up Byron Hill in freezing rural Wisconsin. An SD70M-2 acted as a mid-train DPU sounding like it was doing most of the work. A safety inspection boxcar acted as a sort of caboose on the tail end.
A man casually digs for gold as the public observes in disgust.
The city oft brings such diverse group of individuals, this man was homeless though. He talked of his childhood dream that didn't come to fruition. He now lives to feed the pigeons in Circular Quay, Sydney Australia.
This photo was shot from the hip.
TIP 1: Don't be scared to take a hip shot, experiment a little. There is no need to be a cookie cut photographer.
TIP 2: Get to know your subject, even if you pretend to be a passing tourist.
I love to do it! I wonder why? I like to think it's an archaic cultural connection with my Irish/English/German great-greatgrandparents. . . .
Intentional toning and frame via Aviary.
Diggings (spoil) from London's Crossrail project were brought down the river Thames to be spread over a now disused landfill site outside Tilbury, directly across the river from Gravesend, where I am...in those days it was possible to pop on the ferry from Gravesend to Tilbury landing stage and walk past the spot where the barges carrying the dirt were moored and diggers transferred it to tipper trucks from whence it was driven to wherever it was to go. Messy; exceptionally muddy when wet, exceptionally dusty in hot, dry weather. This was taken in 2013, the ferry closed in 2024 and, I believe, there is still muck being brought to the site.
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Oh, how I want to go back to Monterey!
Completely unedited (as should be obvious). Just wanted to share :)
If you've followed my photostream for a while you may have noticed there isn't much steam on here. Thanks to the antics that surround mainline excursions I swore them off about 20 years ago. I have a list of reasons to pass on them about as long as my arm. I knew the Big Boy revival would be the hot topic this year and didn't make any plans around it. I was content to follow the action through the impressive imagery by those I follow here on Flickr.
When the 4014 got closer to the Twin Cities I started comparing the schedule of the train to my own. I would be in the same city on the same day as the Big Boy at least twice. With billions of pixels burned on the 4014 this summer I had doubts about the need for me take pictures of the trip. A bigger consideration was simply seeing this beast in action with my own eyes. Last Friday the 4014 headed for Duluth but oppressive heat and poor sun angles dissuaded me from being there.
Monday had a very nice forecast and I brought the camera along to work with plans to nab them coming through Northeast Minneapolis on their way back from Duluth. I tracked the progress of the excursion through the day. There is frequent bus service out of downtown so I planned to duck out when they got close to the Junction at Coon Creek and intercept them for a quick photo. I also kept an eye on ATCS for an indication of the line-up and reroute for the extra when I reached the Staples Sub.
It looked like they made excellent time out of Superior and each time they stopped I hoped for a little more delay for a little better afternoon light. Maybe I got lulled by all the updates, I watched them close in on Coon Creek, still no lineup onto the Staples. Hmmm, they aren't stopped, a couple minutes later and a check of the live map on UPRR, they were on the Staples already, oh no! I bolted out the door and caught the next bus, a very crowded and very slowwww bus. Well I got to my spot but missed the 4014 by just a couple minutes. I cut it too close and could do nothing but catch a bus back to the office (almost empty and twice as fast of course).
Frustrated, I now had a quandry, do I give up on seeing the Big Boy or do I make one more try at it since it was still in St. Paul for the night? The forecast for Tuesday was just as nice and if I altered my commute a bit I could be there to see the departure on my way into work. This alternate route put me on the always exciting I-94 where my car sustained a healthy rock chip crater to my windshield. This casual visit with the Big Boy was not proving to be easy. The bus deposited me right on time near the foot of the Kellogg Blvd bridge. There was a handful of folks waiting on the bridge (much larger crowds along a fence closer to the train). The train started the trip right on the advertised at 8 a.m. but stopped to fuel up before departing the depot. Within a half hour the fueling was done and 4014 had resumed the trip to Altoona.
Watching the 4-8-8-4 swing out of the depot and climb the hill was very impressive and I'm glad I was there to see it at work. Now I'll go back to watching its progress near and far through the lenses of others. A short walk from this spot put me on a light rail train in front of Union Depot for the rest of my trip to work.
The careful negotiation of this curve meant plenty of time for a few photo angles and the opportunity to take in the powerful sounds of this gargantuan of the rails. July 23, 2019.