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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.
Just a brief note to explain I'm away for four days from this afternoon. Apologies if I don't have time this morning to view all of your recent images.
Thank you in anticipation of your kind comments and appreciation of my work in the meantime.
Very much looking forward to catching up with you all from Monday of next week onwards.
In the meantime have a happy and enjoyable remainder week and weekend - above all please continue to stay safe and well too.
I'm off to the Keighley and Worth Valley's Mixed Traffic Gala being held between 10th-12th September 2021. I last visited between 6th-8th March 2020 for their Spring Gala - possibly the last Heritage Railway event held before the UK went into 'Lockdown'.
Pictured here, in glorious Mid Afternoon sun, sees LMSR Ivatt 2MT 2-6-2T 41241 'Storm Away' from Damens Junction Keighley & Worth Valley Railway (KWVR) during their 2019 Spring Gala. It's also piloting LMSR Stanier 'Black 5' 4-6-0 45212 (out of sight in this shot).
I'm very much looking forward to seeing this locomotive running again too.
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
Chokecherries are an important part of the diet for a myriad of animal species, from bird to mammals. The raw fruit's sharp tartness prompts a pronounced chocking feeling in humans, which explains the name.
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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.
In the middle: Big Shower / Grosze Dusche by German artist Rainer Fetting, 1981. To the right: Sumokämpfer Blau by Berlin artist Salomé.
At the exhibition New Wild Painters (Neue Wilde) in Groninger Museum, Groningen, Holland.
New Wild Painters presents an overview of the figurative painting of the early 1980s in West Germany. Young, ‘wild’ painters rebelled against the abstract art at that time.
White elephants are considered sacred in Buddhist countries and promise happiness and well-being. But the way in which they are kept couldn't be more contradictory, and it suggests that this is why the animals are particularly spoiled. But a visit to Burma's white elephants reveals the opposite.
Six of the nine white elephants that are in captivity in Burma are vegetating here in the elephant house in the capital Nay Pyi Taw. They eke out their lives on a few square meters.
A taxi driver explains that the tied animals are a symbol of the power of the military. So everything is under control.
In fact, a prominent Burmese elephant expert, who is afraid of being named, confirms that the highest army generals and their entourage visited the white elephants in the capital Nay Pyi Taw regularly.
One of the country's two vice presidents is also one of the weekly visitors. They all believed the animals would bring good luck and maintain power.
Weisse Elefanten gelten in buddhistischen Ländern als heilig, versprechen Glück und Wohlergehen. Doch die Art und Weise, wie sie gehalten werden, könnte widersprüchlicher nicht sein.Es läge nahe, dass die Tiere deshalb besonders verwöhnt werden. Doch ein Besuch bei Burmas weissen Elefanten entlarvt das Gegenteil.
Sechs der insgesamt neun weissen Elefanten, die in Burma in Gefangenschaft sind, vegetieren hier im Elefantenhaus in der Hauptstadt Nay Pyi Taw vor sich hin. Sie fristen ihr Leben auf ein paar Quadratmetern.
Ein Taxifahrer erklärt, die gefesselten Tiere seien ein Symbol für die Macht der Militärs. Es sei also alles unter Kontrolle.
Tatsächlich bestätigt ein prominenter burmesischer Elefantenexperte, der Angst hat, namentlich genannt zu werden: Höchste Armeegeneräle und ihre Entourage besuchten die weissen Elefanten in der Hauptstadt Nay Pyi Taw regelmässig.
Auch einer der beiden Vizepräsidenten des Landes gehöre zu den wöchentlichen Besuchern. Sie alle glaubten, die Tiere würden Glück bringen und die Macht erhalten
The Himalayan poppy is one of my favorite poppies. Its blue beauty is hard to resist and explains why I post so many shots of this flower. There are some fine examples of this flower in Van Dusen Gardens. The photo was taken last year, with my trusty Olympus digital camera. Enjoy.
Hondo (main hall) and temple complex from the Koyasu Pagoda – late afternoon.
From an earlier post of mine, which explains my deep connection to this place. This is the view point of the temple seen in the four etchings that I refer to:
'Since I first laid eyes on this magnificent Buddhist temple, in the form of the four seasons etchings by the great Jörg Schmeisser, it was 36 years before I could actually stand on this ground in 2015 and see it for myself.
I met Schmeisser at the Canberra School of Art in 1979 while he was working on the proofs for Winter. At the time, I was studying Fine Art History at the Australian National University. The image of Winter simply took my breath away, and changed how I saw printmaking and, by extension, drawing and photography forever. I bought the full set later that year, having to borrow the money to do it.
His four seasons etchings take up one wall of my bedroom, as they have done so for the past 29 years in my current home, so I sleep and dream with Kiyomizu every night. It is a very special place to me.
I have since collected other Schmeisser etchings, including a large Uluru triptych, Ladakh landscapes and images of sugar cane firing.'
If you scroll down this Machida City Museum of Graphic Arts link, you will see Schmeisser's etchings of Kiyomizu through the four seasons that I have at home, and arranged in the same order – the fifth set of images displayed here amongst some other works of his:
hanga-museum.jp/english/exhibition/2018-383
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www.japan-guide.com/e/e3901.html
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kiyomizu-dera
Jorg Scmeisser –
I wish I can say this so bad to all the Jb haters, but in there a different way of course, lol
Do u like it?
I don't know how to explain this but I saw this pink cloud that resembled angel wings while I was whipping my hair back and forth at dusk.
This is really bad but I only have 5 mins before I totally lost the sun. I can't salvage the noise in the image.
Felt like I failed so much but I learned a lot at the same time. I've been stuck with this idea and I can't perfect it, but there's always tomorrow.
Will try to do better! 😖
Either / Or
Shadowgraphs; A pshychological pastime. As explained by Søren Kierkegaard.
Or
Sein und Dasein. As explained by Martin Heidegger.
Either
Beyond good and evil; Prelude to a phylosophy of the future. As explained by Friedrich Nietzsche.
Take your pick. Existentialism is al about free choice.
We're here visiting Existential
Hmmmm, not sure which was the intended topic by the owner of Gold Point, Nevada. Was it the bedframe, the miner equipment above the porch roof, the bordello sign or the traffic signs? My intended topic is the boring bench on the porch.
Happy Bench Monday!
BTW, much of Goldpoint is owned by Herb Robbins who demands a "donation" for the privilege of viewing the relics he scavenges from nearby abandoned mining outposts. Herb explained the "donation" is designed to allow him to avoid paying taxes on his income. The more you pay, the more you get to see. Wilbur and I only paid $10.00 each so most of the buildings remained securely locked during our visit.
Goldpoint seems like a rusting theme park. None-the-less it is a fun place to visit if you are in the vicinity, as long as you are unconcerned with authenticity. And bring plenty of cash.
Explored.
“A true photograph need not be explained, nor can it be contained in words.”
Ansel Adams quotes (American Photographer, 1902-1984)
Bridge Motorcycles, Exeter, Devon, UK. 22nd May 2022.
The Distinguished Gentleman’s Ride unites classic and vintage style motorcycle riders all over the world to raise funds and awareness for prostate cancer research and men’s mental health.
segundos antes da cicarelli ligar aqui
pra casa e me pedir em namoro =D
tá,
em homenagem a lua que eu vi no sabado.
o /arthursoares tambem viu.
e clica no allsizes
I can't quite explain what this photo means to me. It takes on so much personal meaning; too much that I can put into words. All I can say is when I was on that rock, wind whipping so fast and hard I could barely hear, waves crashing like cars into the rocks below...I felt home.
Gotta press 'L'!
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Countdown to Halloween
“What do you mean a joint Halloween party?” Captain Estubing said with a touch of unbelief.
“It makes sense. They want to have a party on Halloween just as we want a party. Those containers have all they and we need to have it. All it would take would be some coordination to make sure each of us have just what we need so the party can happen.” Sam tried to reason with Captain Estubing, and it would take a little more explaining to finally win him over.
“I guess that would be the more sensible thing to do,” Captain Estubing finally admitted. “But I’m still wondering just how you figured out how to track all this stuff down. I mean, you had Petty Officer Third Class Gozman, or as you say, ‘Ghostman’ who was an informant for the ghosts. What’s going to happen to him?”
Ursula and Sam look at each other and then Sam said, “Oh, we have the perfect thing for him to do!”
It's impossible to explain creativity. It's like asking a bird, 'How do you fly?' You just do.
Eric Jerome Dickey
Music Video filmed with the Insta360 One X at Breseden Park, Edina, MN: youtu.be/hWEzle-4eQ8
Green Heron?
...I must say, if you want to see great portraits, take a look at my beautiful friend, Skye's shot here! www.flickr.com/photos/imperatricks/17881821393/in/datepos...
The young woman from Greenland accompanied us to our local hosts.
Very interesting what she explained to us.
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Die junge Frau aus Grönland begleitete uns zu unseren örtlichen Gastgebern.
Sehr interessant, was sie uns erklärte.
Partial Solar Eclipse Vienna Austria 12th August 2026
I experienced the total solar eclipse of August 11, 1999, in Austria. I knew exactly what was happening. I understood the astronomy, knew that the Moon would pass directly in front of the Sun, and I was excited to witness it.
But knowing what was about to happen did not prepare me for what actually happened.
When the Moon finally swallowed the Sun, it was as if someone had pulled a switch on the world. Suddenly, there was silence. No birds. No insects. No distant sounds of animals. Even the air seemed to stand still.
And then there was the shadow.
A deep, almost impossibly black darkness racing across the landscape at roughly 3,000 kilometres per hour. I could see it coming, and as it swept over me, I felt goosebumps running across my entire body as if they were running a marathon.
Then, almost as suddenly as it had arrived, it was gone.
I was left standing there completely stunned. I knew the astronomical explanation. I knew that there was nothing supernatural about it. And yet I had been shaken to the core by something I could not quite explain.
Perhaps this is what our ancestors experienced.
For them, the Sun was not merely a star. It was a source of light and warmth, a constant presence in the sky, something fundamental to life itself. And then, without warning, it disappeared. Not behind a cloud, but simply vanished in the middle of the day, replaced by an advancing wall of darkness.
To them, it must have seemed supernatural. Violent. Unpredictable. Something sent by the gods.
Perhaps some part of that ancient fear is still buried somewhere in us — the fear of darkness, of the unknown, of watching something essential disappear without being able to stop it.
Maybe that was what hit me so hard in 1999.
More than a quarter of a century later, I stood beneath another eclipsed Sun, this time in Vienna.
There was no sudden darkness. No approaching wall of shadow. No violent transformation of the world.
Just waiting.
The Moon slowly moved across the Sun, and the remaining light softened into an intense orange glow above the horizon. Nothing was taken from us unexpectedly. We knew exactly what was coming. We had calculated it, predicted it, and waited for the precise moment.
And then the Sun slowly faded into the evening sky.
A gentle ending instead of an abrupt disappearance.
But perhaps the strangest part is this:
It was only gentle because we knew what was coming.
P.S. Who can spot the hot-air balloon? 😉
...or at least, 86% of MY Twitter friends use an iPhone. But, let me explain: I took this poll using my @YourPhotoVision Twitter account rather than my @FotoWrite Twitter account, so the results would be more accurate. Most of my active @FotoWrite friends are already iphoneographers, so it would be like polling or "preaching to the the choir"! My active @YourPhotoVision friends were never chosen because they used an iPhone. The only criteria was that they loved photography (i.e., serious amateurs, prosumers, or professional photographers).
Although this is by no means a scientific study, it was very interesting to me to know that most of my photographer friends were also using an iPhone (it must be in our genes :) !
Reading "The Art of Photography" by Bruce Barnbaum - he believes that abstract photography should not be explained, let the viewer interpret the image. We have a concept that photography is a "real" interpretation of a situation - Barnbaum says photography will never be considered art if we follow that idea. Barnbaum has enlightened me. In the future I will not "explain" my images :-)
Abstract frozen forest floor - a pool of water has frozen over some moss. Kinda Kool!
Dolly got it immediately. “Don’t start me on the liver fluke”, they baah’d. They had heard Ruin say more or less the same about the HIV virus, that it was a driver. James rejected the shame relative to that cloud around those types of infections called venereal, that hypocritical blaming and moralising which set them apart. He loved Maupassant’s reaction, his outcry. But that too was probably the spirochete talking. What is defined as madness needs expression too, that extreme perimeter describes the whole
According to James, all life, from the virus, through every species and manifestation up to and including ourselves, and beyond, is equal, and striving towards proliferating itself, celebrating life itself.
The cures are, of course, 'drivers' too.
“Soon mercury will be my staple diet. My hair is beginning to grow again . . . the hair on my arse is sprouting. . . . I’ve got the pox! at last! the real thing! not the contemptible clap, not the ecclesiastical crystalline, not the bourgeois coxcombs or the leguminous cauliflowers—no—no, the great pox, the one which (King) Francis I died of. The majestic pox, pure and simple; the elegant syphilis . . . I’ve got the pox . . . and I am proud of it, by thunder, and to hell with the bourgeoisie. Allelujah, I’ve got the pox, so I don’t have to worry about catching it anymore."
--Guy de Maupassant
I'm not as much a fan of big, open, flat, sandy beaches as I am of the rougher, rockier kind. As such, I generally don't spend much time on the shores near Lincoln City, but when I do, I gravitate toward the rocks. I had already made a couple exposures of this rock and kind of put my cameras away when a group of high school kids ran out and climbed up on it between the waves. The tide was slowly going out, but while it was this rock was still mostly cut off from the beach with dry access being fleeting. They sat perched out on it for a good long while, getting splashed by the occasional taller wave. They remained perched atop their little island for me to drag my camera back over and make several long exposures of them. I was working with about minute long exposures, trying to keep them both long enough to get motion blur but short enough so that their not-quite-still postures would't blur too much. A couple walking by noticed my efforts and remarked that it was too bad they had run out into my shot. I explained that I actually enjoyed the incidental figures, I think of them as anonymous, volunteer models.
Hasselblad 500C
Kodak Ektar 100
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
Pentax Spotmatic, Super Takumar 50mm, f1.4 , Rollei RPX 100, ASA 100 CoolScan V
In among all the seasonal and personal celebrations I forgot that December is just another month on Flickr - and my monthly collage is woefully late!
Looking back on the month there was a whole lot of black, especially in the backgrounds (a piece black velvet curtaining!) The month saw the final colour in the 'Life is a Rainbow' year of colour - and the colour was - yes - Black! The subject of the shots had to be black, and all 6 are down the right-hand side. On the left-hand side are three versions of a bowl of daisies, which marked the start of my study of the LAB colour space in Photoshop. Together with ICM, infrared, Lensbaby, and linking to an article on Playing with the White Balance .... there was just enough room for some macro, and some festive images too. Maybe that explains how the month shot past, and I find myself breathless as January begins! ;o)
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