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This is a photo I took of a friend called Esther a few weeks ago. The quote is from my favourite tv show called Skins.
Photo captured alongside Icicle Creek Road via Minolta MD Tele Rokkor-X 135mm F/2.8 Lens. Stuart Mountain Range. Central Cascades Range. Okanogan-Wenatchee National Forest. Chelan County, Washington. Late October 2016.
Exposure Time: 1/20 sec. * ISO Speed: ISO-100 * Aperture: F/8 * Bracketing: None
The Royal Victorian Regiment continued their training exercise with their new Grizzly II light armored vehicles. Tanks from the Royal Victorian Lancers also participated to ensure that the two vehicles can work seamlessly in the field.
Was riding my bike in the rice fields near my house when I took a break. I turned around and my photo was there.
me and my brother ditched our stupid museum tour (a museum about a war I've never even heard of) and spent our two hours laying and relaxing in this field. Scotland is so beautiful
Found two of my husband's grandfather's ledgers in a drawer in the garage. It reminded me so much of the Field Notes notebook, I had to photograph them together. However, Grandpa's "Field Notes" has much more cred containing, as it does, all kinds of planting and farming tables in the back, and tractor info. Mine contains dirty stories and notes on the bathroom tile.
Just thought I'd add more info in light of the additional visitors the past few days: Grandpa was a real farmer right here in Los Angeles before it got so crowded. He immigrated in 1908 from the Basque country on the border between Spain & France. He started with a dairy farm in the neighborhood of El Sereno for about 20 years, then moved to Alhambra (so his four lovely daughters would have easy access to the big city) and ran a hay farm in the nearby neighborhood of Monterey Park. There's no evidence anymore of these farms other than photos, these ledgers, and a few milk bottles and scraps of rather terrifying cattle equipment in the back of our garage.
My husband and I live in the 1936 house in Alhambra that grandpa bought to be closer to the hay farm. A friend of mine lives just down the road in what used to be the middle of the farm. It's so fascinating to me to imagine what Los Angeles used to be like - say when Grandpa arrived from France in 1908, or when his daughters were running around in 1930's LA, making shopping trips, going to movies in the old movie houses, riding the Red Cars, going over the border to Mexico for some partying.
As the sun sets on another Cubs season. Groan. A beautiful night at the Friendly Confines, making up for a dismal 10-1 loss to the even more lowly Astros.
Did some Urbexing this weekend. This is the original Air Traffic Control Tower from when the airfield was operated under the U.S. Navy during WWII.
I grew up behind this airfield and my father worked here for 20+ years. Grumman built various aircraft components including pylons for the DC-10 fleets of which my father worked on.
Lavender (Lavandula) fields in the Cotswolds, the smell of Lavender was unbelivable while I was here shooting this.
work of Jelena Radonjic and me has been selected for exibition and we are still waiting the final results. The final stage and announcement of the winners will be at 28th May in SKC.
A garden of common sea fans (Gorgonia ventalina). Their swaying reveals the powerful current. Pickle Reef. Key Largo, FL.
Green fields at the farm Núpakot under the mountain Núpur, or Steinafjall in the Eyjafjöll peninsula south coast of Iceland. This shot is taken few days before Eyjafjallajökull erupted. After several days of dark ash clouds hovering over the Eyjafjöll area, these green fields got covered with dark ash. Farmers have been busy cleaning houses, machinery and fields in this area the last couple of days.
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