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What a unique vehicle! I'd never seen anything like it. In the earlier days of modern invention there were lots of ideas about how to do things. This was one of them.
Like most of the vehicles at this museum, it runs. Here a video of it.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Vf-DGJZ6dE
October 2, 2021 - Went to Jeff Lane Motor Museum in Nashvile, Tennessee. This place is fantastic! Over 500 vehicles. I've been to one of the best car museums in the U.S., Petersen Auto Museum in L.A. but this one is right up there with it. Specializes in foreign cars and unique vehicles. Half of these I'd never seen or heard of. Well worth going to.
Doug Harrop Photography • October 30, 1977
A Chicago & North Western SD40-2, Nevada Northern SD7, and Western Pacific U23B find themselves in Union Pacific's Riverdale Yard in Ogden, Utah. Doug deserves a prize for catch of the year.
Since 1818, the Willard InterContinental Washington, DC has played host to the world’s social and political elite. An iconic hotel, often referred to as the ‘Residence of Presidents’, The Willard has welcomed U.S. presidents, foreign dignitaries and celebrities, as well as has been the site of many historic moments in U.S. history for 200 years.
New York, Suquehanna, and Western SD60's 3808 and 3802 lead RJ Corman MR25 through Rockfield on the Memphis Line with 42 Alcan empties.
While the scene and locos may look ordinary, this is actually Norfolk Southern's 21D powered by CSX Motors ready to depart Charleston, SC.
L594 works east through Biwabik on a cold morning making their way to Wales with loads in tow.
BLE 907
On the shore of a very wild river/ On the shore of this quiet river/ In the foreign wilds near the sacred water. (Nautilus Pompilius)
На берегу очень дикой реки/ На берегу этой тихой реки/ В дебрях чужих у священной воды.
(Nautilus Pompilius)
Hninn Weoo (left) from Myanmar and K.Lalrinmawii (right) from Northern India. Pic taken at Northshore area.
We met at a sky garden in the Northshore area. Was there waiting to take pics of the sunset and these two were also there waiting to view the sunset. We started chatting and found out that they are foreigners working in Singapore as household maids. They are very nice girls and socially, very responsible. I noticed, at the sky garden, whenever they saw some rubbish thrown by other people, they will clear the rubbish into a bin nearby. I asked them about their action and both replied that they dislike seeing rubbish everywhere in such a nice place. Of course, I praised them of their good character. Now, where can you find such great people?
A couple of CSX locomotives leads this oil train on the NS Toledo-Cleveland main line near Oak Harbor, Oh. (7/23/16)
Il termine "foreign power" e' adoperato nel gergo tecnico per indicare convogli di un'amministrazione in servizio su linee appartenenti ad una differente impresa.
E' il caso di questa coppia di locomotive CSX, ancora colorate nella livrea "Bright Future" e capeggiate dalla Dash8 #7741, in corsa presso Oak Harbor, Oh. alla testa di un convoglio di cisterne sulla rete Norfolk Southern. (23/7/16)
As a child, I always ate my hard boiled eggs out of this cup.
From a 5x7 inch Wet Plate Collodion negative.
Camera/lens: Burke & James 5x7 camera with the f3.5 Voigtlander Petzval lens.
Old Workhorse collodion used, exposure was 75 seconds at f3.5
I've been reading quite a bit about Nebraska lately. I discovered an author entirely new to me - Mari Sandoz - who wrote quite a bit about pioneering in Nebraska.
Another book recently suggested to me - The Sod-House Frontier by Everett Dick - is now on my growing pile of books I'll get to soon. From the looks of it, the book describes in detail nearly ever aspect of Nebraska pioneer life.
It does, however, leave out normal death almost completely. There's talk of frontier justice and murder, of coruse. But there are only two paragraphs on funerals.
I find this so strange. In the Victorian era, the rites of death were almost gleefully related. But by the 1880s all of that changed. Death moved from the home to funeral homes. Once that separation occured, death became foreign even though it is one thing we all have in common.
We all experience the death of friends and loved ones, we all grieve in many of the same ways, we all cry, we all remember those who have left us. And in the end, we all die. Yet, through so many of the books of and from this era that I've read, death and funerals and burials hardly receive a mention.
Writings about the funerals of the late 1800s and early 1900s that took place in populated areas in the East and the Pacific West are easy enough to find. They were the norm. But those taking place on the plains and prairies, within the cemeteries I photograph, are essentially non-existent. I have come across exactly zero among the journals, diaries, memoirs, and histories I've read. I'm sure there must be something out there though.
Though someone likely recorded this, their absense has left me with endless questions.
If the nearby town had no funeral director, who took care of the body? In regular houses, the funeral would be held in the front parlor (later called the "living room" for obvious reasons), what about small sod-houses or shacks? Who made the coffins and how on the plains where there were few, if any, trees? What happened to the bodies of Black pioneers who died among Whites (they were rarely allowed in the same cemeteries, though there were exceptions)?
More than anything, I just want someone to walk me through the process. I photograph the very end result of death: the gravesite well over a century after burial. I want to know everything prior to this as it happened to the pioneers.
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'An Ocean I See Without Bottom or Shore'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Film: Kodak Vericolor III; x-11/1997
Process: DIY ECN-2
Nebraska
July 2025
"Detroit, Michigan. Boys in the Polish district." Cropped from an acetate negative by John Vachon for the U.S. Foreign Information Service, 1942.
During the Winter of 2012-13 the Canadian National RR started using lots of locomotives from other railroads. I was going thru a backup hard drive, updating directory names etc and came across this photo set. I literally had unboxed my new (at the time) D5100 the previous day, and went out with Mark Llanuza during one of the rare snow storms that winter to shoot this M337 (I think) train running under the old EJ&E flyover in Wayne, IL Those were the days....
The State Hermitage Museum (Russian:Госуда́рственный Эрмита́ж, tr.Gosudárstvennyj Ermitáž; IPA: [ɡɐsʊˈdarstvʲɪnɨj ɛrmʲɪˈtaʂ]) is a museum of art and culture inSaint Petersburg, Russia. One of thelargest and oldest museums in the world, it was founded in 1764 by Catherine the Greatand has been open to the public since 1852. Its collections, of which only a small part is on permanent display, comprise over three million items (the numismatic collection accounts for about one third of them) including the largest collection of paintings in the world. The collections occupy a large complex of six historic buildings along Palace Embankment, including the Winter Palace, a former residence of Russian emperors. Apart from them, the Menshikov Palace, Museum of Porcelain, Storage Facility at Staraya Derevnya and the eastern wing of the General Staff Building are also part of the museum. The museum has several exhibition centers abroad. The Hermitage is a federal state property. Since July 1992, the director of the museum has been Mikhail Piotrovsky.
Of six buildings of the main museum complex, five, named the Winter Palace, Small Hermitage, Old Hermitage, New Hermitage and Hermitage Theatre, are open to the public. The entrance ticket for foreign tourists costs more than the fee paid by citizens of Russia and Belarus. However, entrance is free of charge the first Thursday of every month for all visitors, and free daily for students and children. The museum is closed on Mondays. The entrance for individual visitors is located in the Winter Palace, accessible from the Courtyard.
CSX G685 passes the signals of NE Englewood at 2:13am. Leading the way is NS 8105, one of the companies heritage units, with this one honoring the Interstate. While the NS ones are fairly common to see on NS leading around here, it’s extremely rare to see them on their east coast competitor. With the chance to get them at these signals being presented, I couldn’t take advantage of this opportunity. 1-27-24
FRENCH : Pour démarrer cette journée je commande un light break au StarBucks proche de la gare centrale. Ici se niche une noria de costumés impeccablement armés de PC portables allumés comme des cierges dans une église, plusieurs Smartphone à la main et tablettes en stand by. Tous branchés à chaque table. L'ambiance est si studieuse que cela me paraît froidement carcéral. Je shoot la scène. Un peu plus tard je suis devant le ministère des affaires étrangères où, seul, un homme crie haut et fort son désaccord sur d'hypothétiques accords sino-japonais. Plus loin je découvre le quartier populaire d'Akasaka puis plus à l'ouest encore, le magnifique et envoûtant cimetière d'Aoyama que je désirais tant "m'y immerger". Lieu où les sépultures se dressent hautes, comme les buildings de la ville qui s'érigent en face au lointain. Une grammaire architecturale où vivants et morts auraient les même velléités érectiles. Je déjeune plus tard aux abords "bobo" d'Harajuku où des baby doll sucent leurs doigts salés de plats à emporter avant que d'aller me perdre dans le parc du temple Meiji Jingu où je trouve une collection de fûts millésimés des plus beaux bourgognes de France ! En fin de journée je plonge enfin dans Shibuya où l'effervescence des foules s'organise comme des nids d'abeilles mode line autour de ruches électrisantes. Cette journée fut si dense, si épuisante que je rentrerai tôt dans la nuit à mon hôtel pour une nuit de repos non agité.
ENGLISH : To start this day I order a light break StarBuck near the central station. Here is a noodle of impeccable costumed armed laptops lit, several Smartphone in hand and tablets in stand by ... all connected to each table. The atmosphere is so studious that it seems coldly prison. I shoot! A little later I am in front of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs where, alone, a man shouts loudly his disagreement on hypothetical Sino-Japanese agreements. Further afield I discover the popular district of Akasaka then further west, the beautiful and bewitching Aoyama cemetery that I wanted so much "to approach". Place where the burials rise high, like the buildings of the city which are raised in front of the distance. An architectural grammar where living and dead would have the same erectile impulses. I lunch later at the BoBo of Harajuku where baby dolls suck their salted fingers of takeaway before going to lose me in the park of the Meiji temple Jingu where I find a collection of vintage barrels of the most beautiful Burgundy of France! At the end of the day I finally plunge into Shibuya where the effervescence of the crowds is organized like fashion line bees around electrifying hives. This day was so dense, so exhausting that I will return early in the night to my hotel for a well deserved rest.
X This shot is probably not going to be appreciated by too many of my foreign contacts .It is an image from the third day of the second test between England and South Africa at Trent Bridge in Nottingham. It was a perfect day for cricket and South Africa batted wonderfully putting the English bowlers to the sword. The shot is of the fast bowler Wood about to bowl from the Pavilion End.
Regardless of this I had a wonderful day on Sunday, drinking chilled white wine with the constant murmur of the large crowd with the occasional crack as another ball was dispatched to the boundary by South African batsmen. I was reminded of the words of the great cricket writer Neville Cardus who wrote in 1924
"Trent Bridge is a lotus land for batsmen, a place where it was always afternoon and 360 for two wickets"
English actually lost the test match on Monday, so it is, one all in the series with two more to matches play
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