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I spotted this location while I was hiking from Uetliberg to Felsenegg in Zurich Switzerland. I came back two hours later as the sun was setting to take this shot. There are no EXIF data about the lens used to take this photograph because I used my Nikkor Ai-S 50mm f/1.8 at f/11. I also used a polarizer filter.
i really love this one so im playing with the editing more. i might use it in a portfolio. we'll see. i think this one is a little too washed out. i like the other one better.
*As the sun sets, we've all had those nights where you question your choices and where your life is going.*
/Tori Amos/
- spring is an illusion! (but I think it comes closer) photography wise the snow chaos yesterday in Germany was a charm. Ober-Eschbach, Germany IMG_7571-2_7D
Nyon, Vaud, Switzerland
Using filters allowed me to face the sunlight and freeze the water at the same time. The monochrome conversion emphasis the texture of the lake and strengthen the contrast to reveal the alps in the background.
The manor Senden was in the Middle Ages under the name Benekamp owned by the family of Senden called Benekamp . The heiress of this sex, Kunigunde, married Alexander (Sander) Droste to Kakesbeck (1357-1401). His father Albrecht was a brother of Heinrich Droste to Vischering, progenitor of the later barons and Count Droste to Vischering , who are to this day, among others, at the castle Vischering , the moated castle Darfeld and the Erbdrostenhof in Münster resident. Under the name Droste zu Senden a new family branch was formed.
The son of Sander and Kunigunde, Ludeke Droste (1405-1466), built the much later supplemented Castle Send as a festival house in the form of a moated castle. His son Sander II Droste zu Senden (1448-1502) built the mansion in its present form, which is probably the oldest surviving architectural monument of this type and model for buildings of the Westphalian Renaissance with its three-level gable. Presumably from this time also comes the southern facing facade of the connecting structure with a series of stone cross windows and loopholes.
I was facing a tree with two adults and one juvenile bald eagle. I was focused on a perched adult when the juvenile suddenly took off, passing me on my left. I had to swivel around fast and had hoped I would get a flight shot, but it was really moving and I had no time to stabilize, just fired off a few shots. This was the best one but certainly not as sharp as I would have liked. Shooting nature can be like that.
*Do not view Large.. hahaha!
There is a bit of a problem beneath the streets of New York. Luckily there's a master of the arcane arts in residence.
This is a pretty old picture I never got around to posting.
The Blue Sentinels, painting by French artist Claire Tabouret at Museum Voorlinden NL.
More work by Claire Tabouret at my Blog: johanphoto.blogspot.com/2026/07/claire-tabouret.html
I posted this shot 6 years ago, but now that Scout has faced his last sunset I thought I would post it again. I hope where ever he is resting now is as peaceful and beautiful as the sunset we shared that evening back in 2008. This has always been one of my favorite shots of him.
One from a day out in tremendous conditions. If I remember correctly, I was frozen within an hour...
Thanks for looking
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This barn in winter looks similar to the way my dad did at the end of his farming career, still standing, but carrying the weight of too many seasons.
To many of us old fellows who grew up on a farm, there’s something about dads and farms that gets under our skin. The home farm still holds their fingerprints long after the world around them has moved on. When you begin to express it in words, it's like opening a gate you didn't realize was still latched.
Farming was not simply what our dads did. It was who they were. My father was born on a farm and raised in the comforting rhythm of daily chores and seasonal harvests. He never imagined another way of life. The land was both his inheritance and his calling.
He began on the dry, wind-scoured plains of South Dakota when the Dust Bowl still haunted the soil. He used to talk about dirt drifting like snow against fence lines, about planted crops that never had a chance. Yet he stayed. Farming etched into him too deeply to pull free. Later, he moved to Minnesota, renting one place after another, pouring sweat into ground he did not own, always hoping the next year would be better.
When he finally bought the “home place,” it felt like victory. The barn was sturdy then, the fences straight, his body strong. He had five boys, a ready-made crew who learned to stack hay, mend fences, and rise before dawn to do chores in all kinds of weather. We were his workforce, though he never called us that. We were simply family, and family does what needs to be done.
One by one, we left to chase our own horizons, and he carried on alone. Over time, the farm buildings sagged, boards loosened, and roofs bowed. His body followed the same slow surrender.
Now, when he sat around the kitchen table when we visited and spoke of those years long ago, his eyes would drift somewhere beyond the room, to fields only he could see. Toward the end, he faced the quiet truth. The reality was that the farm was wearing out, and so was he.
I have seen that faraway look in a lot of old farmers. They may be standing in the present, but part of them is walking fence line back in the 1950s, or listening to wind rattle unlatched barn doors on a blustery March night.
That wistfulness we feel decades after our dad is gone is love doing its quiet work. It’s our memory telling us that what they did in life mattered, while at the same time wondering if our own sons and daughters will think the same of us.
(Photographed near Cambridge, MN)
Gerringong Cemetery looking south across Cooke Park.
Gerringong is 10 minutes south of Kiama so about 1:30 hours drive from Sydney. A town of about 4000. History at:
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gerringong,_New_South_Wales
Things to do in Gerringong:
www.gerringong-gerroa.com/what-to-do.htm
On a photography tour with Capture Photo Tours to Kiama for 2 nights. www.captureworkshops.com.au