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Greyhound Lines
Detroit, MI
Taking pictures of all the things this week that I've wanted to do for a long time but haven't. Such as this.
ENG: Last night discovered on the way from work to home. You can see the Park Inn by Radisson Hotel and the television tower at Berlin Alexanderplatz.
Hoteliers throughout Germany are setting an example in the Corona crisis. Lights in hotel rooms are switched on in such a way that huge hearts are watching. The hosts are thus thanking all the people who are currently helping. In this beautiful action "Lights of Love", the windows of the guest rooms are currently illuminated in such a way that, when viewed from the outside, they reveal a heart.
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GER: Letzte Nacht entdeckt auf dem Weg von Arbeit nach zuhause. Zu sehen ist das Park Inn by Radisson Hotel in Berlin am Alexanderplatz.
Hoteliers in ganz Deutschland setzen in der Corona-Krise ein Zeichen. Lichter in Hotelzimmern werden so eingeschaltet, dass riesige Herzen zusehen sind. Die Gastgeber bedanken sich damit bei all den Menschen, die derzeit Hilfe leisten. Bei dieser schönen Aktion "Lichter der Liebe" werden aktuell die Fenster der Gästezimmer so erleuchtet, dass sie von außen betrachtet ein Herz ergaben.
Various Buildings on the former Beltline, a railroad loop that connected all the other lines. Long term plans are turning it into a bikeway.
Detroit, MI
I liked the color of this old factory and the only thing I know about it is what's on the sign. Ivan Doverspike Machine Tools.
Detroit, MI
Day two of owning my new Nikon, but unfortunately the rain would be pouring all afternoon. I still wanted to go out, so I improvised some sort of rain jacket for my camera, pulled my poncho from the drawer and out I went! The rain adds so much more to everything so I'm pleased with the result. Now I'm enjoying a cup of tea trying to get my feet warm!
Eastern Market Sunday
Gratiot Central Market
Murals by Cey Adams and Shades
To be honest, Eastern Market on a late Sunday afternoon with Stay-at-Home orders isn't much different than Eastern Market on any other late Sunday afternoon.
Eastern Market
Detroit, MI
Drab and desolate as we begin the necessary 28 day COVID19 lockdown, province wide.
It is time for us to enjoy a much calmer, simpler style of living. We can make it through another lockdown, we are experienced now.
Thanks for visiting, please observe the restrictions to safeguard everyone in the community, including yourself #BeKind.
On the streets of Tbilisi, he doesn't simply sell old things; he offers fragments of lives, each waiting for someone to remember their story
Noboribetsu, Hokkaido, Japan
John Fahey - Dance Of The Inhabitants Of The Invisible City Of Bladensburg
On one of our usually busier streets the Cherry trees are blooming and beautiful. Note the lack of vehicles.
When I have pictures on display I don't like sticking around while people look at them so I go for walks and take more pictures.
Slow
Fisher Body 37
Detroit Stamping
Milwaukee Junction
Detroit, MI
The first day of November, and still warm at midday. A terrace view dominated by deep blue sky, with a soft sun flare glowing at the left edge and puffy cumulus clouds drifting above the avenue. Terracotta rooftops, a small roundabout, road signs and autumn-tinged trees sit low in the frame, while a hazy mountain ridge closes the horizon. Calm, empty and almost minimalist.
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[ES] Primer día de noviembre y todavía hace calor a mediodía. Una vista desde la terraza dominada por un azul profundo, con un suave destello solar que brilla en el borde izquierdo y cúmulos esponjosos que flotan sobre la avenida. Tejados de terracota, una pequeña glorieta, señales de tráfico y árboles de tonos otoñales ocupan la parte baja del encuadre, mientras una sierra difuminada por la bruma cierra el horizonte. Tranquilo, vacío y casi minimalista.
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On 7 January 2026, the Netherlands lies beneath a thick blanket of snow. Code Orange is in effect, and its impact is felt everywhere: flights are cancelled, trains and buses barely run, and the rhythm of daily life slows abruptly. Roads turn into quiet, pale surfaces, and the country is forced to shift down a gear. In the center of Amsterdam, this is highly unusual. Normally, the city stays just warm enough for snow to disappear quickly—turning wet, grey, and gone within hours. Buildings, water, and urban heat rarely allow winter to linger. But not today. Along the Herengracht, near the Brouwersgracht, snow falls without pause. Soft flakes settle on the quay, on the railings along the water, and on two abandoned bicycles leaning against the fence. Across the canal, a houseboat lies quietly in the water, while behind it a continuous row of historic canal houses forms a calm, almost rhythmic backdrop—dark brick, light window frames, rooftops lightly dusted with snow. The street feels strikingly empty. No traffic, hardly any movement. Sound is muffled, lines become simpler, and the pace slows naturally. Behind a few windows, warm light glows, small and restrained—silent signs of life in an otherwise hushed city. The open space near the Blauwburgwal enhances the sense of calm and breathing room, as if Amsterdam pauses here for a moment. There is disruption, without doubt—but also a sense of wonder. On this winter day, the city feels smaller, quieter, and almost timeless. And even here, in the heart of Amsterdam, the snow remains: rare, fragile, and therefore all the more special.
A quiet winter moment on the Herengracht in central Amsterdam, near the Brouwersgracht, during heavy snowfall on 7 January 2026. Snow-covered bicycles line the canal as historic houses and a silent houseboat fade into the soft white calm.
Op 7 januari 2026 ligt Nederland onder een dik pak sneeuw. Code Oranje is van kracht en dat is overal merkbaar: vluchten zijn geannuleerd, treinen en bussen rijden nauwelijks en het dagelijkse ritme vertraagt abrupt. Wegen veranderen in stille, bleke vlakken en het land schakelt noodgedwongen een versnelling terug. In het centrum van Amsterdam is dit uitzonderlijk. Normaal gesproken blijft het hier net warm genoeg om sneeuw snel te laten verdwijnen — nat, grijs en weg. Bebouwing, water en stedelijke warmte laten winter zelden blijven. Maar vandaag niet. Langs de Herengracht, ter hoogte van de Brouwersgracht, valt de sneeuw onafgebroken. Zachte vlokken blijven liggen op de kade, op de leuningen langs het water en op twee verlaten fietsen die tegen het hek zijn gezet. Aan de overzijde ligt een woonboot stil in de gracht, terwijl daarachter een aaneengesloten rij historische grachtenpanden een rustig, bijna ritmisch decor vormt — donkere baksteen, lichte kozijnen, daken dun bestoven met sneeuw. De straat is opvallend leeg. Geen verkeer, nauwelijks beweging. Geluid wordt gedempt, lijnen worden eenvoudiger en het tempo zakt vanzelf. Achter enkele ramen brandt warm licht, klein en ingetogen, als stille tekens van leven in een verder verstilde stad. De open ruimte bij de Blauwburgwal versterkt het gevoel van rust en adem, alsof Amsterdam hier even pauze neemt. Er is overlast, zonder twijfel — maar ook verwondering. Op deze winterdag voelt de stad kleiner, stiller en bijna tijdloos. En zelfs hier, in het hart van Amsterdam, blijft de sneeuw liggen: zeldzaam, kwetsbaar en juist daarom zo bijzonder.