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I love this place and the compositions that can be done are really many. The light of the rising sun and the fog in the valley give that extra touch to the scene.
As the light fades, Picnic Train’s 5917 and 4903 are seen sitting at Tempe after concluding The Kiama Picnic Train.
The fading moon reluctantly gives way to daylight, as alpenglow shades the nearby mountains. It's hard to top mornings like this!
Gloomy atmosphere, muted colors, reduction to striking trees or grasses, simply a good opportunity to pay more attention to composition. But the biggest hurdle is to leave the warm house.
fade through the spectrum - from the plaest pink blush through the faded purple of early lavender to the stormy silver of grey
64t takes in the glorious final few minutes of sun before a dense blanket of winter clouds consume the region.
There is nothing wrong with dedication and goals, but if you focus on yourself, all the lights fade away and you become a fleeting moment in life. Pete Maravich
~happy fading fence friday~
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"You were the shadow to my light
Did you feel us?
Another start
You fade away
Afraid our aim is out of sight
Wanna see us
Alive
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Where are you now?
Was it all in my fantasy?
Where are you now?
Were you only imaginary?
Where are you now
Atlantis
Under the sea
Under the sea
Where are you now
Another dream
The monsters running wild inside of me
I'm faded
I'm faded
So lost, I'm faded
I'm faded
So lost, I'm faded
These shallow waters, never met
What I needed
I'm letting go a deeper dive
Eternal silence of the sea I'm breathing
Alive
Where are you now
Where are you now
Under the bright but faded lights
You've set my heart on fire
Where are you now..."
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shot with a fujifilm x-s10 and a venus optics laowa 65mm f/2.8 2x macro lens
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my thoughts on this lens:
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Still plenty of Bees working in the fading days of Summer.
Overcast and much cooler, windy conditions today.
A couple of shots before rain set in.
Enthusiasm excitement anticipation quixotic
Passion emotion motivation desirous
Our inner voices screaming phrases exotic
The trapped and guised emotions amorous
A minute of separation seems so chaotic
A second of hope senses so glamorous
Trust so high and love so authentic
Together elicits gasps so delicious
Limits exceeded experiences erotic
Bonding at another level so dangerous
The sound of your voice pleasantly harmonic
Comforts me daily times so numerous
The distance shortened by beauty angelic
Sustained by communication so efficacious
The one for me I am sure so terrific
Promising it seems overwhelmingly tremendous
BUT this was all before ,, days so euphoric
Now gloomy and dark is my universe disgracious
Connections disrupted communication erratic
No news from her for days and days continuous
Has she forgotten me ? the thought so horrific
What are her reasons? why isn't she monotonous?
Uncertain & Foreign,,,it feels historic
Negligence? No will to revive this malicious?
Unbearable intolerable there's a limit realistic
Am I to blame for feeling so ambiguous?
Surrendered already? a move unhonorific!
Or is she unintentionally being oblivious?
What is required? Why isn't she specific?
I'm willing to give my life I'm curious
Conveyed before in a manner undramatic
Ignored and ignored ,, did i seem pretentious?
A final attempt to destroy this epidemic
This time I ask Allah an outcome momentous
Failure to react would be unwise and pathetic
Resulting in a separation atrocious !!!
A drowning bond ,, fast,,,do something heroic
Or be a mere memory fading away,, anonymous
-MAK
(viewed best as large)
Lynnewood Hall, Elkins Park, PA
Lynnewood Hall is an amazing old Neoclassical Revival Mansion with about 110 rooms located in the Philadelphia suburb of Elkins Park.
It is currently undergoing renovations after sitting nearly vacant for years, it was designed by architect Horace Trumbauer for industrialist Peter A. B. Widener and built between 1897 and 1900. Considered the largest surviving Gilded Age mansion in the Philadelphia area,
I believe this to be a leucistic female mallard. She really stood out swimming amongst some Canada geese on the Ottawa River.
As daylight fades, a trio of Union Pacific engines roll through the West Bottoms area of Kansas City, MO on a warm Saturday, November 23, 2024 evening.
I took this from an amphibious craft on the glacier lagoon at Jökulsárlón in south eastern Iceland. The lagoon borders Vatnajökull National Park. It's waters are dotted with icebergs which have broken free from the surrounding Breiðamerkurjökull Glacier, part of the larger Vatnajökull Glacier. The blue colours of some of the icebergs is a sight to behold. They really are this blue. Some of them, like this one, are very large. The blue colour is caused by the density of the ice and the lack of oxygen in it as it breaks away from the glacier. As soon as it starts to take in oxygen and warm up the blue colour fades away and it is quite quick to go.
As spring plods its annual pilgrimage to our snow-plagued state, the fading snow does not have the same sense of bitter cold and danger that it held just a couple of months ago. In Minnesota, people stand taller as once cold induced hunched shoulders begin to relax as the sun’s warmth again returns and melts the whiteness of winter away.
However, this aged barn will not spring into action nor will the holes in the siding and roof ever again appear with the newness it showed years ago. It no longer serves a useful role on the farm, not even for storage.
The coming of spring has a different meaning to me now. Decades ago I looked forward to the days of spring field work when we would mount our tractors and disc and prep flat farm land for planting oats, soybeans and corn. Each week we would see increasingly warmer days and eventually the emergence of new plantings that would turn the top soil into endless carpets of fresh green crops.
But now spring simply ushers in relief that I don’t have to watch every step I take in treacherous parking lots and I can drive a little faster on country roads without having to worry about icy patches. If truth be acknowledged, the expectations I have now for spring show a fading going on in my own life that in my youth I thought would never come.
This was brought home to me several days ago when I texted my youngest middle-school granddaughter to share an eagle photo. I then asked her how she was doing to which she replied she was doing well. There was a pause and a few minutes later I received another text. She asked me how I was doing.
I realized this was the first time a grandchild had asked me that question and I wondered if she was seeing some fading going on. Probably not because when I answered her that I was simply trying to stay on the good side of her Nana, she wrote back that I might have a little trouble with that.
(Photographed near Braham, MN)
The first snowfall this week has melted and the cold November rains have started. The trees are losing their colored leaves quickly as winter slowly beckons.
Camera - Canon EOS Rebel T7 (Digital)