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The peacock (Aglais io) is a medium-sized butterfly from the family Nymphalidae and the subfamily Aurelias (Nymphalinae).
The day peacock is one of the most colorful and best-known species of butterflies in Europe. The species is common in Europe in the temperate zones and is absent in the extreme north and south. The species can also be found in the temperate regions of Asia as far as Japan. The large distribution area can be explained, among other things, because the most important host plant, the nettle, is so common. The dagpauwoog is common in Belgium and the Netherlands.
The day peacock is not to be confused with other butterflies here because of its size, the orange-red wings and the characteristic eye spot on the top of each wing. The underside is well camouflaged by dark brown colors and dark stripes.
The peacock peacock has been well researched, so much is known about the butterfly's lifestyle, reproduction and development. It is one of the species that hibernates as an adult butterfly and can be found in homes during the winter.
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The terraces were dug following the natural curves of the landscape. The thickness of the walls stores heat during the day and diffuses it at night. Thanks to this method it has been possible to obtain a different microclimate as one goes down and gets closer to the centre. An average temperature difference of 5°C was observed, whereas the difference is only 0.5°C over comparable height differences at the same location. Due to its sheltered position, each of the terraces represents approximately one thousand metres of altitude under normal growing conditions.
As I already explained in my previous image of similar title, this is what is going on in this Northern Paradise. We passed by watching in horror and pushing the accelerator to the very bottom to get away from this madness as fast as possible. ... Call me selfish, call me a friggin individualist, but I will NEVER stand in a line experiencing such places in a melee ;)
Needless probably to add that their two minibuses were almost blocking a very narrow road while about 500 metres further there was a parking lot! Gosh I hate this new photographic vandalism!
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In the previous photograph I explained the physical law of entropy. It is actually the most fundamental law in the universe. The only way entropy can be overcome is with an additional input of energy, i.e. work.
Here we see a once workable hut reduced to a ruin by the law of entropy. All things must return to their natural state. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. You get the idea. So here we see the old hut's iron roof rusting away, its wooden boards rotten, and within a few short years (perhaps less) it will collapse with only the brick chimney left standing.
Already the trees are starting to grow inside and twist the building around on its axis. I didn't go inside because I'll wager there were one or two snakes in there too. And all Tasmanian snakes are venomous.
Last August, I was walking along on a dead-end street and at the very end, there was a planter with a few pink coneflowers in it. What caught my eye was this attractive wasp, a type that I'd never spotted before. I've learned that there are different colour variations of Polistes fuscatus depending on the geographical location, so this explains why it took me quite some time to figure out its ID. I hope to see one again someday.
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"Light explains nothing about meaning ... but is the basis of a lifetime's faith." (Robert Adams)
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The film had been playing for twenty minutes.
Pippa had watched approximately four minutes of it.
Debbie had watched none.
“Pippa.”
“What?”
“You’ve got popcorn in your hair.”
Pippa froze.
“How?”
“You threw it at me.”
“That doesn’t explain how it got in my hair.”
“You missed.”
Pippa looked offended.
“I did not miss.”
“There’s popcorn on the car behind us.”
Pippa glanced over her shoulder.
“That could have been anyone.”
Debbie started laughing.
“Pippa, you’re the only person here throwing food.”
“I wasn’t throwing food. I was making a point.”
“What point?”
“I’ve forgotten.”
On the screen, the leading man kissed the leading lady.
The entire drive-in went quiet.
Pippa leaned toward Debbie.
“He’s going to leave her.”
Debbie stared at her.
“You’ve seen four minutes of this film.”
“I understand men.”
“You thought the mechanic on Route 66 was flirting with you.”
“He checked my oil.”
“He was doing his job.”
“He smiled.”
“You paid him.”
Pippa reached for the popcorn.
The box was empty.
She looked inside.
Then looked at Debbie.
“Where’s the popcorn?”
Debbie stopped laughing.
“You ate it.”
“I did not.”
“You’ve been eating it for twenty minutes.”
“I was distracted.”
“By what?”
Pippa pointed at the screen.
“The film.”
Debbie stared at her.
“You haven’t watched the film.”
“Exactly. Very distracting.”
Pippa started the car.
Debbie grabbed the dashboard.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting more popcorn.”
“The concession stand is twenty feet away.”
“I’m not walking.”
“You cannot drive through the concession stand!”
Pippa stopped.
There was a moment of silence.
“Fine.”
She turned off the engine.
Debbie relaxed.
Then Pippa picked up Debbie’s Coke.
“Don’t.”
“I’m thirsty.”
“That’s mine.”
Pippa took a sip.
Debbie slowly reached for the car keys.
“What are you doing?”
“Driving home.”
“But the film isn’t finished.”
Debbie looked at the untouched screen.
“Neither are you, apparently.”
And that was the night Pippa and Debbie went to the drive-in, missed the entire film, ran out of popcorn, argued over a bottle of Coke...
…and somehow still gave the movie five stars.
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Chapter Eight ...... Home Before Midnight
The wind swept across the top of the Clock Tower, Clouds drifted beneath the balcony, Silver fragments of the missing hour circled overhead like glowing birds,
and standing before Amelia was a woman wearing the same pendant.
For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Captain Marmalade looked from one woman to the other.
Then back again, Then once more Finally he sighed.
"Well."
Amelia didn't take her eyes off the stranger, "Well what?"
The cat adjusted his hat, "This has become considerably more mysterious."
The woman smiled, "I was wondering when you would arrive."
Her voice was calm, Friendly even, That somehow made Amelia more cautious.
"You know me?"
The woman nodded, "I know who you are."
Amelia's hand instinctively touched her pendant, The stranger noticed,
Her smile widened, "You wear it well."
Captain Marmalade stepped forward, "Would anyone care to explain what's happening?"
"No," said both women at the same time.
The cat sat down heavily, "I feared that might be the answer."
The Golden Gear floated gently above the stranger's hands,
Golden light spilled across the balcony, Amelia could feel its power,
Its warmth, Its rhythm, almost like a heartbeat, "You stole it," Amelia said.
The woman shook her head, "No."
"Mrs. Whistle said—"
"I borrowed it."
Captain Marmalade snorted, "That is absolutely stealing."
The woman laughed, "Perhaps."
Amelia folded her arms, "Why?"
The stranger looked toward the frozen clock face,
Her expression softened, "Because the Market Clock was hiding something."
The answer surprised Amelia, "What?"
The woman hesitated,
Then she looked directly into Amelia's pale grey eyes, "The truth."
Thunder rumbled in the distance., The silver fragments swirled faster around the tower, Captain Marmalade looked nervous.
"Whenever people start talking about truth, things become complicated."
Neither woman disagreed, the stranger carefully held out the Golden Gear.
"Take it."
Amelia blinked, "Just like that?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
The woman smiled sadly, "Because it was never meant for me."
The golden light reflected in her eyes , for the briefest moment, Amelia felt as though she recognized her, Not her face, Not her voice, Something deeper,
something familiar, The feeling vanished before she could understand it.
Slowly, Amelia reached out, The moment her fingers touched the Golden Gear, the world seemed to stop, The clouds froze, The wind vanished,
Even the silver fragments became still, A vision flashed before her eyes,
She saw her father standing beside the ancient clock in the workshop,
Younger, Smiling, Beside him stood a woman with long blonde hair.
A woman whose pale grey eyes matched her own, Amelia caught her breath
Her mother, The image lasted only seconds, Then it disappeared,
The world rushed back, The wind returned, The clouds moved once more,
and Amelia found herself holding the Golden Gear, Tears stung her eyes.
The stranger noticed, "You saw them."
Amelia nodded, "My parents."
The woman smiled, "Then the clock is finally waking up."
A deep rumble echoed through the tower, The Market Clock had begun moving,
Only slightly, but enough. One gear turned, then another, then another,
The entire tower trembled.
Captain Marmalade's ears perked up, "That sounds promising."
A brilliant golden light erupted from the centre of the clock.
The missing hour responded immediately, Silver fragments rushed through the sky.
Thousands of memories spiralling toward the tower.
Laughter, Music, Conversations, Moments, All returning home.
The missing hour was coming back. Amelia approached the centre mechanism.
An empty space waited among the gears, the exact shape of the Golden Gear.
She understood immediately, This was where it belonged, the clock had been waiting,
The market had been waiting, Perhaps even she had been waiting.
Carefully, she slid the Golden Gear into place, For one heartbeat, nothing happened.
Then ......................... TICK.
A single sound echoed through the tower.............. TICK.
Another, The giant hands began moving, Golden gears spun, Silver light flooded the sky.
Below, cheers erupted across the Floating Market, The clock was alive again,
The missing hour had returned, Time was flowing, The city was saved.
Captain Marmalade let out a long sigh of relief, "We're alive."
"Yes."
"The market is safe."
"Yes."
"The cinnamon buns are safe."
Amelia laughed, "Yes, Captain."
The cat wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, "A glorious day."
As the celebrations began below, the mysterious woman stepped backward. toward the shadows of the tower,
Amelia noticed immediately, "Wait."
The woman paused.
"Will I see you again?"
For a moment, neither spoke.
Then the stranger smiled, "I think this is only the beginning."
She touched her pendant, a doorway of silver light opened behind her.
Before stepping through, she added, "Tell the clock I said hello."
Then she vanished, The doorway disappeared, Leaving only silence,
And questions, Far too many questions.
As the sun began setting over the Floating Market, Amelia and Captain Marmalade stood in the square below.
The city was alive once more, Music filled the air, Children laughed.
Balloons drifted across the sky, Everything felt right again.
The cat looked at Amelia "You'll be going home soon."
She nodded, "I think so."
Captain Marmalade smiled, "Good."
Amelia looked surprised, "Good?"
The cat's tail flicked,
"If you stayed here permanently, who would have adventures in all the other worlds?"
Amelia laughed, The cat had a point.
And somehow she suspected this was only the first of many journeys.
That evening, as the sky turned gold and pink, Amelia returned to the ancient clock.
The hidden door stood waiting, Warm light spilling from within.
She looked back one final time, At the Floating Market.
At the clouds, At Captain Marmalade.
The cat tipped his tiny captain's hat, "Until next time, Clockmaker."
Amelia smiled, Then she stepped through the door.
And the clock carried her home.
TO BE CONTINUED ...................
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Au pays Toraja on n’enterre pas ses morts. On creuse généralement un vaste orifice dans une falaise ou dans un bloc rocheux afin d’y disposer le cercueil. Si le défunt est de sang noble, une figurine en bois à son effigie dénommée Tau Tau sera disposée sur la falaise.
Ces rites s’expliquent par la religion traditionnelle des Torajas, appelée Aluk To Dolo, dont sont issues leurs croyances animistes ancestrales. To Dolo signifie « les gens qui sont partis ». Cette religion consiste donc en une croyance aux ancêtres, en un mélange complexe de cultes, de mythes et de rituels ancestraux.
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In Toraja country, people do not bury their dead. A large hole is usually dug in a cliff or boulder to place the coffin. If the deceased is of noble blood, a wooden figure of him or her, called Tau Tau, is placed on the cliff.
These rites are explained by the traditional religion of the Torajas, called Aluk To Dolo, from which their ancestral animistic beliefs originate. To Dolo means "people who have gone away". This religion consists of a belief in ancestors, a complex mixture of cults, myths and ancestral rituals.
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En el país de los Toraja, la gente no entierra a sus muertos. Se suele cavar un gran agujero en un acantilado o una roca para colocar el ataúd. Si el fallecido es de sangre noble, se coloca en el acantilado una figura de madera de él o ella, llamada Tau Tau.
Estos ritos se explican por la religión tradicional de los torajas, llamada Aluk To Dolo, de la que proceden sus creencias animistas ancestrales. To Dolo significa "gente que se ha ido". Esta religión consiste en la creencia en los ancestros, una compleja mezcla de cultos, mitos y rituales ancestrales.
I can't quite explain why the background looks B&W. It was very dull at the time and the light certainly wasn't good but I find the effect quite interesting. The bushes behind the perch were certainly dark. Other than a crop this image is straight out of the camera.
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The custom of hanging up tin cans when a baby girl is born is hard to explain as it involves a play on words and Bavarian dialect. But I'll give it a try:
“Büchse” is the German word for tin can. The custom of putting up a sign after the birth of a girl designating the father as Büchsenmacher (can maker / gunsmith) and hanging it with old cans has survived into the 21st century and still exists in Lower Bavaria and Upper Austria. Its origins can be found in the Bavarian dialect, which describes a girl as Bix (Büchse), or Bixel. Bix/Can is used here as the unflattering word for the female reproductive organs. The father is being made fun of for not producing anything better than a girl.
I guess it's time for that custom to die out.
When you are kicked out of your routine by something complicated, fragile, marvellous, something you can not really explain. Something that does not even need your explanation. Something that comes from the outside but sticks into your world and is oblivious to your rationality. It transcends it. It goes beyond it. You can "take" the sunflower, you can "have" it, but you will never "be" the sunflower. It is and remains marvellous. Sony A7iii plus Helios 44M-7 at F11.
This was the female Pochard and brood of seven young that were being eyed-up by a hungry Stoat at Old Moor yesterday. I wrote about it here: www.flickr.com/photos/timmelling/52095341298/in/photostream/ I think at this point I hadn't spotted the Stoat, but it explains why she wasn't looking at me, and why the youngsters kept close. Pochard is quite a scarce breeding duck in Britain with between 300 and 600 pairs, breeding mainly on lowland pools with lots of emergent vegetation. Though there seem to be quite a few breeding pairs at Old Moor. It is red-listed as a species of conservation concern, but mainly because of seriously declining wintering numbers in Britain.
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the shot Explain what im in !! =\
so Unfortunately ...
I'll STOP SHOTING + MAKING SOME WORKSHOPS
why!?
good quistion =D
cuz in fact i'll be a Doctor enshalla but that's not a really a big reason =\
actully i don't have much ideas for shooting =\
and i have a lot of works to do !!
so guys give me a while a break and enshalla
i'll came soon with a new crazy shots and ideas too ;D
t,c all :D
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Jardin Charles-Trenet on Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, France 31.05.2022
Der Welterklärer
Morgen ist ein anderer dran.
Jardin Charles-Trenet an der Rue Brillat-Savarin, Maison Blanche (13e)
Paris, Frankreich 31.05.2022
The palace was built using the stones of the former Coronation Cathedral of the Virgin Mary Provost Church. The building lasted more than twenty years which explains why Louis Seize style ornaments appeared on the mainly baroque building.
The architect of the palace was Jakab Riedel and it had become one of the most significant Louis Seize style building in Hungary. On the facade the bishop's coat-of arms can be seen. Its furniture is Empire and Biedermeier style. The library contains 40000 volumes- codices, incunables. The palace garden reaches the castlewall hiding the unexplored parts of the Coronation Basilica.
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Another vertical panoramic shot to show the granite pebbles on the beach, and some of the formative dark and light sand patterns that start to emerge at the edge of the pebbles. I caught a nice sliver of sunlight out on Eigg in the background too. (zoom in to the shot). I overheard the leader of a geological workshop group on the beach explain that this most varied mix of rocks arrived at this location when the Skye volcano spat out the rocks, flying through the sky. That must have been some sight 60 million years ago!
A sunny and colourful photo from my visit to Eberbach, in the German Neckartal.
This shot was taken on the Breitenstein where fruit trees grow in the old-fashioned, more natural way. This Hawthorn is part of an old hedge between meadows with trees, and a nearby notice explains the function of hedges: they provide shelter from the wind for trees and crops, as well as a higher humidity on the fields. They create a natural habitat for all kinds of birds and for mammals such as hedgehogs.
But a hedge needs to be trimmed every 10 to 15 years otherwise it loses its dense shape and with that its vitality and its function as a nesting place. I found this piece of information quite interesting. [Explored on 13/01/2024, #120]
For some reasons I cannot really explain, I never finished to edit my photos made in Senja in summer 2018, during a workshop. I get back to them from time to time and it is always a pleasure to rediscover one of them, and edit it as a cherished memory (Norway, Senja Island, Aug. 2018)
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I should probably explain why I haven’t been around for a while.
A few months ago I put down my camera and put on my running shoes to begin training for a 48 hour fixed time race to bring in the new year. It didn’t end well.
Going forward, I want to put down my Nikes and pick up my Nikon. As soon as my broken finger heals, I want to go out and take some pictures.
In the meantime, here is a repost from a few years ago, when the Trump administration proposed the removal of this place from the protection of the Grand Staircase/Escalante National Monument. Nowadays, things are looking better for the future of my hoodoo friends.
The photo has been lightly edited, and the text, below, somewhat more.
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Memento Mori (The Queen)
Daughter of ancient sea and flowing lava
conceived and buried
after a million centuries rising
her crown choosing her
as the land falls away
She has lived through it all
seen fantastic things come
and go in a stream
of deep time ending
with the arrival of man her assassin
She has not much longer to exist …
what wind earth and water would do
slowly
man will accomplish in an instant
And so I come to her court
cloud moon and stars
this beautiful woman who has
endured,
like me soon to be no more
to sleep at her feet
and dream
It's really hard for me to try to explain how hard it is to motivate myself to do any photography these days whilst I continue to recover from my knee injury. Recovery has been seriously interrupted by lockdowns and closures of gyms...indeed, I've not even been able to see a physio for over 6 months. With all of that my fitness has suffered considerably and so even short excursions can sometimes feel like I'm hitting the wall at mile 22 of a marathon. Therefore, the thought of making the effort to climb a hill for photography when the conditions are less than ideal...well, it doesn't appeal.
When on the hill, a different fear now presents itself. Fear of another injury. I used to head out without a care in the world really. Sure, I might slip and fall, but I always felt that I was the master of my own destiny, even in those circumstances...but now it is different. My body just failed when I injured my knee, with very little in the way of warning, just a little knee pain like I've had for years anyway. The actual step I took when my tendon snapped was so incredibly innocuous, it's the type of step I've taken thousands, if not millions, of times before...it was just like going down the stairs at home...but in that moment, my tendon chose when I was alone, on a hill, in inclement weather and without a mobile signal, to snap...not at home, going down the stairs. And now, although the injured knee presents no pain, my other one does, so the fear is that that will someday go too, as so often seems to happen with people who rupture one tendon, eventually the other one ruptures too. Add to that a lack of strength in the injured knee, some balancing issues and a tendency to give way without warning...that all adds up to a heck of a lot of nervousness when going off the beaten track.
The day I took this photo was no different in many ways. I was solo. The weather was inclement. There was no-one really around. I did have some extra protection in the form of a satellite transceiver that enables me to send an SOS and I did tell my wife where I was this time. But with boggy conditions underfoot, it still meant my mind wasn't wholly invested in photography until I'd set up my tripod and decided to wait, in the cloud and drizzle, for things to happen. And so I waited...and waited...and waited. About 2 hours later I felt the subtle change in temperature on my neck as the sun tried to break through the misty conditions. Poised with my finger on the shutter just hoping for the mistiness to clear a little to reveal the landscape, the conditions brightened to the left of the scene you see here until not only were the two tress visible, but also the landscape beyond...and low and behold, a rainbow. What resulted was a stitch pano consisting of 7 vertical frames and 160 megapixels of Lake District loveliness. This scene lasted for all of 30 seconds...and then it was gone.
I don't tend to big-up my photography, especially these days. I tend to work behind the scenes, especially for anything from Snowdonia, where I spend most of my time, refining my project and building, what I hope will be, a quality book. However, when I go elsewhere, it is sometimes nice to share what I captured, and I think even I like this one enough to shout about it.
How can I explain when there are few words I can choose
How can I explain when words get broken
Do you remember there was a time, ahaha
When people on the street
We're walking hand in hand in hand
They used to talk about the weather
Making plans together
Days would last forever
"Chains of Love" by Erasure
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As I explained in the description to my "Suburban Dreams" slideshow, each of these photographs are related to the other. www.flickr.com/photos/luminosity7/52638166831/in/datepost...
They are not random shots, but each tells us one more thing about the nature of a typical modern working class suburb. I always work in series, but this collection was most definitely planned. The twilight setting and light is all part of the creation of a mood. Is it possible to find things of beauty in the midst of the mundane and ordinary? That's more about philosophy than photography. And why I am such an odd fit for Flickr.
The Finale
So you have probably been wondering what the days and weeks mean. It actually was not supposed to be this way. Starting back in February or March, I almost completely lost the will to post. I had images from October, November, and December that were in Lightroom that I had not even looked at since the day I took them. I had a camera roll and multiple notes filled with random photos, train symbols, and all sorts of information that had no meaning until I actually associated the information with something. It was also at this time I felt fairly discouraged. From December 23 to March 16, the day before I went out again, I had only been out twice. I believe February saw one single sunny, cloudless day in the Gorge this year, a day in which I had class. There was a day that called for sun and no clouds, and I actually drove out before sunrise, planning to shoot all day only to arrive in Hood River as the sun came up to a solid sheet of clouds. I turned right around and came home. February is up there as being on of my favorite months to shoot, and I expected multiple outings this year, only to come away with none.
So anyway, about a month ago, I thought I would motivate myself to edit and post the stuff I hadn’t looked at for a few months. As much as I wish I never had to post the images, I knew that if I saved up all my favorites at the same time, it would make the posting more interesting for me. I created a note that listed in order which images I would post and what needed to be said. The list was roughly 21 images, and I thought it would make sense to do one a day, so I opted to keep the title and everything the same as it is in my notes when I post here. I guess I felt the need to explain because I do not want anyone getting the wrong idea here. By no means do I think my images are any better than anyone else’s. It was simply for me to organize my thoughts and make it easier for me to actually share some of my adventures with you all. There are plenty of amazing photographers that have come before me and who will come after me, and as someone who has only been shooting for about 4 years now, I have a long way to go before I have the right to make any claims about what’s good and what’s bad. I like looking at cool stuff, you like looking at cool stuff, and that is exactly how I want to keep it. If you made it this far, let’s add some context to what exactly you are looking at.
This is BNSFs Oregon Trunk Subdivision. Minus all the CTC upgrades within the last few years, this whole piece of railroad feels a bit like a time capsule. Estimates in the early 2000s put the traffic levels for this line somewhere in the teens or low 20s, numbers that are nowhere in sight today, and quite frankly, numbers that will never exist. The line, running south out of Wishram, WA to Chemult, OR, where it meets with the UP Cascade Subdivision, sees about 4-6 trains a day. Seeing trains in good light on this line is incredibly challenging. There is a reason that this shot, which is fairly accessible to anyone who hikes and is not afraid of heights, is scarcely seen given how photogenic it is. If the searchlights and pole line were not removed, this line would almost feel a bit like Raton is now. The road into here is actually the old ROW for the competing company (backed by Edward Harriman) that built along the eastern side of the Deschutes River Canyon. You can find abandoned infrastructure in a few places in the canyon.
Within the first 71 miles, there are 3 sidings, 2 real ones. The first siding, being Moody at MP5, is 4329 feet and has rarely ever been used. The first real siding is Oakbrook at MP38.4, being 6232 feet in length. Dixon, at MP 70, is 5469 feet, and the sidings continue from here at regular 20 mile or so intervals all the way to Chemult. Every train through here is very short, almost every single one is a manifest, and the speeds are very slow. A few more trains per day and it would almost be perfect. What you are looking at is a location known as the Twin Bridges. Instead of following the curvature of the Deschutes, the railroad crosses the river, through a tunnel, and then crosses it again immediately upon leaving the portal. The train originated from the ballast pit at “Missile Base”, a location on the Lakeside Sub. It is running to the yard at Lookout, CA, presumably for a maintenance project on the Gateway. This is, perhaps, about as peaceful a rail line you will find.
As for the current Favorites Series, it will be something I continue in the future, but this will be it for a little bit. All I have is worthless junk again, some of which I will throw around here and there. It has been fun. Thanks for viewing. Until next time.
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March 30, 2024 - 5:33PM
Sherar, OR // BNSF Oregon Trunk Sub
Normally, Jongmyo Shrine is only open for guided tours on most days. However, I was able to get in without a guided tour because it was on a Saturday which was the only day not needing a guided tour. Still, I got a glimpse on how much importance South Koreans put on cultural education to their kids.
Right over here in this photo was a guide in hanbok explaining to the kids what was Jongmyo Shrine used in the past. A really interesting thing to note is that despite fast changes and foreign influence over the decades, Korea has still managed to keep many of its traditions.
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I will probably enhance this later, but for right now it is RAW or SOOC from a bit less than 2 years ago.
I just sort of threw this pic on as first one I've uploaded since March 23rd, 2023, or so. I've been trying to learn a new computer and having a very hard time. More to tell later, but for now I want to try to find a color RED picture for two Monday groups that I normally would have posted to last Monday.
I am chock full of questions about new computer, Flickr, passwords, SD card in my camera, etc. etc. It has been overwhelming and frustrating, but I'm trying to be patient, not my strong suit.
My son gifted me with this new computer, and it is a fantastic gift, but I am overwhelmed with all the new workings of it. I'll have questions for sure as I navigate it. I'm hoping my Flickr friends can help me with some of my questions. I'll try to post them one at a time with various pictures, so as not to overwhelm any of my viewers with all of them in one humongous post.
~ Delina (pronounced with a long *i* sound)
For "The If These Walls Could Talk (group)", some of the employees would say, this is a McDonald's Restaurant, west wall. What the heck is that lady doing taking so many pictures in the rain and way out there in the parking lot? ?? My Raintings are not about the food, the employees, the customers nor anything even close to that. But they don't know.
I did show a few of my pictures to one of the managers, several months ago; but I have no idea if he conveyed my information to any other employees.
I explained to him that I am not out there in the rain (and dark too, as it makes the best Raintings) invading anyone's privacy.
This takes a bit of explaining. At the group We’re Here! we select a photographic challenge every day based on a new Flickr group we take turns picking. One of the most loved of our members is the funny, kind, clever, creative, and very talented Ruth Raymond, aka ruthlesscrab. Today’s challenge is to copycat ruthlesscrab and the group we are visiting is Ruthless Copycats. Ruth is the founder of yet another group, Fruits and Vegetables on a Tripod. Check it out!
So, all of that is the background for my photograph here. The photo I chose to copycat can be seen in the first comment box below.