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Faded, rusted, and their best days long in the rear-view mirror a pair of Dash 8s rattle into Montgomery with Sunday local L708 bringing traffic in from Chehaw on the West Point Route. Never thought I'd see the day when these would be something to attract railfan interest, but earlier this year several were in captive service on the locals out of the Capitol City and they attracted quite a bit of attention. Personally I didn't find these interesting when they didn't look like shit, and can't say I'll lose any sleep when they're gone (of course their standard cab cousins were a different story).
The rose faded day by day through the July 2021 heatwave. For each day in sequence, see the album at www.flickr.com/photos/mark4harrison/albums/72157719663964132
Wartime's one building of note is its old water tower left over from the days of steam engines. It is still used as a standpipe.
Wartime, Saskatchewan
This was the result of a rush down to Harrington shore a few nights ago.
Looking out of my front window the light was looking like it had potential so, still chewing my dinner, I ran out of the door and made the 5 minute journey to Harrington shore. The sun was fading fast, as was the chances of a good image.
I arrived, pitched my tripod and started shooting. The result is a calm and serene image, which is how I would have felt if I'd have left the house 10 minutes earlier.
i was in a rush to get to a traditional chinese noodle restaurant where Micheal would treat us. at the moment of catching elevator, i found what in my eyes is sth different from usual.
24日早晨10点半才起床, 急着赶往解放路的"奎元阁", 进电梯之前突然觉得眼前的这景有些不一样.
@hangzhou
2007/12
w/ heavily manual dust removal
in port de pollenca, the sea breeze still whispered through the shutters of a house long left behind. the whitewashed walls had dulled to a tired gray, and the bamboo blind hung crookedly, as if surrendering to time. the sharp mediterranean sun couldn’t brighten what was already forgotten, but it traced the curves of the arches and made the silence look alive.
Red color (in part a bit faded) typical of the houses of Liguria on the harbour front
Taken with Nikon Df + Zeiss Milvus 100mm f2,0
Polaroid Spectra SE
Close-Up attachment with Light-Distance Measurement
Impossible Project Black&White film (Expired, kept in fridge)
25cm from Subject
By Mid October both the Fall colors and the Red Barns were starting to fade rather quickly on CMQ's Moosehead Sub. Job 2 hustles past a almost bare Birch tree just East of Long Pond on it's way to Brownville Jct. Two freshly repainted Barns lead Job 1 today, it was nice to have two Reds lead Job 2. Within a month al 10 Barns would be repainted and scenes like this would be no more.
Exposure: Manual
Aperture: F/11
Shutter Speed: 1/10 sec.
ISO Speed: ISO-100
Focal Length: 208 mm.
Metering Mode: Spot
Tripod-Assisted
I'm still battling that dry spell for weeks now...
'Will try to visit more photostreams soon.
Sunset Esplanade, San Miguel By The Bay, Pasay City, Philippines.
[Explored]
This Spanish revival home was built in the 1920s by James Madison Chiles for his family. He was the residential developer of the town of Kenilworth, which, in 1929, was annexed to Asheville. Kenilworth is a lovely pedestrian-friendly neighborhood with homes that vary from small Arts and Crafts cottages to significant estates, like this one, which clearly is in need of a lot of TLC.
Someday we all fade away, but your deeds keep living.
Sry, didnt have a tripod in that moment. instagram.com/lichtcatchingtoby/
My first and last hibiscus bloom on one of my shrubs. This is the only flower it produced, and it waited until the end of summer to do it...now it is fading away...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=60ItHLz5WEA
Tranquillity fills the night sky
A sweet fragrance drifts bye
Your eyes struggle to read my ageless soul
Lost
Dark
You open a heart under Quarantine
The past
The present
The future
Stand in the way of what was and cannot be....
The seasons had changed again. Summer's glow was gone and autumns color and cold crept over the forest. The time of the Festival of Leaves was nearing. Sparrow had been preparing for weeks. Stringing leaves for for the necklaces and bracelets, putting lanterns in the trees, decorating the hollows where the dances would nave been. Every where she went she thought she saw the ghostly figures of her family and friends but they were only distant memories fading in and out. Flashbacks of her sitting in her grandmothers lap, listening to her tell the story of the mighty leaves journey, from a new green bud to the colorful decay and then fading to nothing. She had been so young then, so long ago. Her faint memories were of the dances and fires, weaving flowers and leaves into crowns, celebration, songs, floating music. Now she stood alone in the hollow staring off into nothing. 'Where had they all gone?' she wondered, but that was the question the answer would never come. She didn't know why or how. All she knew was that when she was very young one day everyone had disappeared. Vanished like the leaves on the trees, carried on the wind. She was alone. The only forest elf left. She carried on doing what she knew, she followed the traditions, even though she should have been to young to remember them so well it all came naturally to her. She had often wondered how this could be but now she only felt comforted that not everything of her people had disappeared. She faithfully carried out the traditions for her people. She would not forget them. She dawned her crown and waited alone in the hollow for the first rays of sun. The last Sparrow.
A little bit about Sparrow
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This happend a while ago, during the onset of the pandemic resp. the first lockdown where everything came to a standstill for the first time. The uncertainty regarding the development and how this will play itself out ultimately was rather severe at that point.
So photography, roaming around outside (alone) appeared like a sensible engagement. I had a black & white phase, which seems to be a regular occurrance with me, using my vintage ROKKORs, going all manual and minimal.
Sun was really nice though 🌞, I think it was late winter early spring or something.
Nikon D7200 (APS-C crop sensor / DX)
Minolta MD ROKKOR 28mm f/2.8 prime
Fotodiox Pro MD - Nik adapter
ISO100, 28mm, f/8, 1/1250sec (-0.7EV)
(therefore 42mm full frame equivalent)
single photo, handheld, all manual, cold
The North Western Road Car Company Limited is fading from the memory now, but from the 1920s to the 1970s it was one of the biggest and most famous bus companies in the North of England. Its bus services served a huge swathe of territory from Northwich in the West to the Peak District fringes of Sheffield in the East, and from Rochdale in the North to Matlock in the South.
Its end was brought about because many of its services, and almost all of its most profitable ones, were in the south of Greater Manchester and SELNEC wanted to control these - and was willing to buy the part of North Western that was in its area. What was left after that simply wasn't viable, so North Western's owner the National Bus Company split the remainder up between neighbours Trent, Crosville and Potteries.
In the 1930s, North Western was expanding fast helped by a modern fleet of Bristol saloon buses. They were designed for long journeys across the Cheshire Plain or the Derbyshire Peaks, so the coachwork by Eastern Coach Works of Lowestoft was comfortable - even sumptuous. So whether it was an express trip from Manchester to Blackpool or a short hop from Buxton to Hindlow, this was the scene that greeted you as you boarded one of the company's 1936 intake - deep cushioned seats, luggage rack and plenty of polished wood.
One tiny detail is the number on the front bulkhead - 1755. NWRCC never had a 1755, but in fact this is 755 - North Western gave its bus bodies separate numbers because it had a habit of swapping them around to keep the best bodies on the best chassis.
North Western is still fondly remembered today, decades after it disappeared, and there are several restored NWRCC buses at the Museum of Transport Greater Manchester. If you'd like to know more about the Museum of Transport and its collection of vintage buses, go to www.motgm.uk.
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