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F/V Echo Bell , riding in the troff , off the Washington coast . Sometimes a Dungeness crab salad is no easy task !
Echo & The Bunnymen (Liverpool 1978), live at the Paradiso Club, Amsterdam, The Netherlands. Playing their first 2 albums "Crocodiles" (1980) and "Heaven Up Here" (1981). January 21st, 2012.
Brussels, Belgium 16 October 2012
EU DEVDAYS 2012 - Echo Seminar
Winners of the photo contest "Behind the scenes"
Photo: © European Union
Glen Echo Park, part of the National Parks Service, is located just outside of Washington D.C., In the Maryland Suburbs.
Take a walk through time. Trace the path of the emigrants along the Oregon Trail. Echo Meadows was a popular “nooning” place where emigrants could rest themselves and their stock. Visitors can look at the interpretive signs then walk ½ mile on a paved path to see nearly one mile of intact wagon ruts, part of the primary Oregon Trail route from 1847 to1860. Throughout your walk to the wagon ruts you can stop and read the interpretive signs about the area and its history.
This day-use area has parking and a ½ mile of paved trail with interpretive signs. This awesome little piece of Oregon’s history is open year-round.
Nearby attractions are the City of Echo Fort Henrietta Park, city museum, and the Scenic old Umatilla River highway from Echo to Pendleton with one Oregon Trail highway wayside.
From Interstate 84, take Echo Exit 193, 5 miles west of City of Echo along Echo-Buttercreek Highway.
To learn more about the BLM and the Oregon Trail head on over to: www.blm.gov/or/oregontrail/index.php
Echoes of winter - a knitwear pattern by Ruth Garcia-Alcantud for www.rockandpurl.com.
Phographer: Valerie Boissel
I got 40 miles per gallon on road (and more!) when SUV's would rush around me to get to the next gas stop.
© Kate and Anna Oliynyk
Picture was taken on August 7th 2014 at Toronto Zoo
Please Do Not Use Without Our Permission
they've never seen a horse before. echo went and hid under the couch.
so i was deeply involved in watching a henry rollins video online. very deeply, apparently. ryan comes in and says, "are you aware of what's happening?" "what?" "this guy just came and asked if he could park his horse in our yard." that's not something you hear everyday. so after i realized what was going on, i looked out the window to see an amish gentleman and his horse and buggy in our front yard. in all my giddy excitement, the only thought i had was, "can i pet the horse!!?!??"
needless to say, having a horse outside the house was the highlight of my week.
With the intensification of the migratory crisis caused by the war in Syria, Hungary, Serbia and Macedonia close their borders to thousands of people fleeing, breaking an ancient migratory route: the Balkan route. In Greece, along the barbed wire of the Macedonian border, men, women and children gather in camps, in huge self-managed tent cities, where NGOs, volunteers and activists are challenging the game of mafias of human traffickers.
Echoes shows a limbo in which the desperation of a pending future contrasts with a vital and stubborn resistance, focusing her gaze on the day before the eviction of Eko Station, the last remaining informal camp in northern Greece. Through the frequencies of a pirate radio, words and rebel songs echo in the silence imposed by the Fortress Europe.
A film by Gabriele Cipolla
with Davide Agnolazza e Mohammed JJO
production:RADIO NOBORDER / #OVERTHEFORTRESS / MACAO
Runtime: 76 min. Year of production: 2016
Language: Arabic,Kurmanji, English
Subtitle English, Italian
Shooting format: digital 4k
Available : 4k DCP, HD file
Mix audio: Marc Brunelli/ Musics: Eko camp e MZKY
Traslation: Kovan Direj / Subtitles: Davide Agnolazza
Take a walk through time. Trace the path of the emigrants along the Oregon Trail. Echo Meadows was a popular “nooning” place where emigrants could rest themselves and their stock. Visitors can look at the interpretive signs then walk ½ mile on a paved path to see nearly one mile of intact wagon ruts, part of the primary Oregon Trail route from 1847 to1860. Throughout your walk to the wagon ruts you can stop and read the interpretive signs about the area and its history.
This day-use area has parking and a ½ mile of paved trail with interpretive signs. This awesome little piece of Oregon’s history is open year-round.
Nearby attractions are the City of Echo Fort Henrietta Park, city museum, and the Scenic old Umatilla River highway from Echo to Pendleton with one Oregon Trail highway wayside.
From Interstate 84, take Echo Exit 193, 5 miles west of City of Echo along Echo-Buttercreek Highway.
To learn more about the BLM and the Oregon Trail head on over to: www.blm.gov/or/oregontrail/index.php
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uLJ_QVfT_wM
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun
Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky
(ok, ok, this is a seagull not an albatros...but it's the same, for me...)
Take a walk through time. Trace the path of the emigrants along the Oregon Trail. Echo Meadows was a popular “nooning” place where emigrants could rest themselves and their stock. Visitors can look at the interpretive signs then walk ½ mile on a paved path to see nearly one mile of intact wagon ruts, part of the primary Oregon Trail route from 1847 to1860. Throughout your walk to the wagon ruts you can stop and read the interpretive signs about the area and its history.
This day-use area has parking and a ½ mile of paved trail with interpretive signs. This awesome little piece of Oregon’s history is open year-round.
Nearby attractions are the City of Echo Fort Henrietta Park, city museum, and the Scenic old Umatilla River highway from Echo to Pendleton with one Oregon Trail highway wayside.
From Interstate 84, take Echo Exit 193, 5 miles west of City of Echo along Echo-Buttercreek Highway.
To learn more about the BLM and the Oregon Trail head on over to: www.blm.gov/or/oregontrail/index.php
I missed most of this, but managed to catch a few pics of the final night. Echoes of Oz in Bradford City Park, by Irregular Arts.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWB75jfDiIY&feature=related
Bajo Fondo ...... Perfume
Light caressing reeds in river
Montebello
Quebec
First real play with my Holga lens. Nothing serious here.
Creates a dreamy blurryness pin-hole photograph.
"The Holga's low-cost construction and simple meniscus lens often yields pictures that display vignetting, blur, light leaks, and other distortions." - en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holga
From my 2007 Winter 127 Day shoot. I have photographed this porch before - - it really fascinates me for some reason.
This is a very thin negative from a photo taken on a rainy, dull afternoon with a point-and-click toy camera and a film with an iso of only 100. Truth be told, I did not think this neg would "print," but it took only minor adjustments in PS Elements to yield an image with a surprising amount of detail. Many props are due to Efke and it's early 20th century silver-rich emulsion. It certainly is living up to its reputation for producing printable negs no matter how lousy the exposure.
Winter 127 Day
Los Angeles, CA
Echo Park neighborhood
January 27, 2007
Echoes of Tomorrow" is a visual ode to a future where artificial intelligence and robotics seamlessly integrate with human aspirations. This series delves into the potentialities of architecture, design, and daily life, transformed by the limitless creativity and precision of AI. It captures a world where physical constraints persist, yet human ingenuity is amplified through the vast possibilities offered by technology. These images offer a glimpse into a plausible future where constructions and landscapes are crafted with a detail and scale currently unimaginable - a tribute to the unforeseen ahead.
Poem:
In the glow of gilded domes agleam,
Where the wheels of time ignite their spark,
She stands, a relic of a bygone dream,
Gazing forth at dawn's impending arc.
She watches robots weave thoughts and steel,
In a choreography of code's own verse,
Where the line betwixt creator and creation
Is blurred in technology's harmonious curse.
We don ourselves in dreams' attire,
Forge bridges from lucid streams of data,
In a world where AI's breath infuses life
Into abodes we cherish, ever fonder.
Haiku:
Golden domes rise high,
Dreams of AI gently bloom,
New dawn, hope descends.