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The old Roman road of Stane Street to Halnaker windmill Built by the Romans in the first decade of their occupation 43-53 AD, the 57 mile Roman road from Chichester to London, I did like the walkers in the darker area off in the distance, I used my tripod here on it`s lowest legs which would have my camera about a foot off the ground to take in all those lovely coloured leaves.
"The Ghosts of my life,
Blow wilder, than before...."
Japan, 1982 (in case you were wondering...)
I have looked out on this particular view on what must be hundreds of morning dog walks, and photographed it many, many times, and yet each time it looks both different and yet the same...
I originally thought "Ghosts" when I saw how the mist transforms the landscape into more and more indistinct, "ghostly" outlines as distance increases - an effect well known to photographers and painters, "aerial perspective".
This triggered more "cranial wanderings" about all the times I have stood in this exact same spot looking at this exact same view, and yet how different each day looks. AND how different the experience - different weather, different light, different dogs, different people - the same, but not the same.
When I look at this view, I don't only see what there is to simply see, but also all the recalled experiences from the past too - the photograph itself is just a collection of pixels, it is the mind and imagination that assigns the meaning, based not just on aesthetic values, but also on personal experience - I tend to photograph not just what I love to look at in a photograph, but what I actually love, as I suspect is the case with most people.
Thus, I see not only what I photographed, but the "ghosts" of my own experiences, all of which is part of the idea of "capturing a beautiful moment forever".
Not only my own photographs of course are like this - I know when I look at another photographers "pixels" I am able to assign not just values of an aesthetic nature to the image, but also draw upon my own experience and imagination to truly experience and "identify" with some part of the experience expressed by the photographer.
And thus we not only express aesthetic values in our images, but also our common experiences and values - a shared love of what we see, feel and experience.
The private Gold King Mine and Ghost Town on the outskirts of Jerome, Arizona can be visited for a $12.00 fee. The remains of around trucks, cars and motorcycles, a stamp mill, historic buildings and mining detritus have been moved to the site. For an additional fee, children can pan for gold in a tub of murky water. There is also a petting zoo of goats, rabbits, donkeys, chickens, and other fowl, none of which seemed eager to be petted. This truck is one of the large collection of vehicles assembled to create the tourist experience.
Happy Truck Thursday!
Twenty One Pilots: Stressed Out
I wish I found some better sounds no one's ever heard,
I wish I had a better voice that sang some better words,
I wish I found some chords in an order that is new,
I wish I didn't have to rhyme every time I sang,
I was told when I get older all my fears would shrink,
But now I'm insecure and I care what people think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days,
When our momma sang us to sleep but now we're stressed out.
We're stressed out.
Sometimes a certain smell will take me back to when I was young,
How come I'm never able to identify where it's coming from,
I'd make a candle out of it if I ever found it,
Try to sell it, never sell out of it, I'd probably only sell one,
It'd be to my brother, 'cause we have the same nose,
Same clothes homegrown a stone's throw from a creek we used to roam,
But it would remind us of when nothing really mattered,
Out of student loans and treehouse homes we all would take the latter.
My name's 'Blurryface' and I care what you think. . . .
Pic taken at Elysion SL
Barn owl over the Essex fields just before harvest time. (This particular image was recently featured in Amateur Photographer at amateurphotographer.co.uk)
Ghosts
David Sylvian
When the room is quiet
The daylight almost gone
It seems there's something I should know
Well, I ought to leave
But the rain it never stops
And I've no particular place to go
Just when I think I'm winning
When I've broken every door
The ghosts of my life
Blow wilder than before
Just when I thought I could not be stopped
When my chance came to be king
The ghosts of my life
Blew wilder than the wind
Well, I'm feeling nervous
Now I find myself alone
The simple life's no longer there
Once I was so sure
Now the doubt inside my mind
Comes and goes, but leads nowhere
After an easy warmup day of shooting from the shorelines, we were in for a workout on the second day. Waking up dark and early we were armed with kayaks for on-the-water shooting. Unexpectedly, we encountered a workshop also launching into the same waterway. That was when David became our drill sergeant and had us paddling at warp speed towards the cypress groves. I was still half asleep but tried my best to keep up not knowing where we were going as all I could see was darkness beyond 10 feet.
Once we arrived at ‘the spot’ I again felt lost at what I was looking for. Unable to see much Aaron and I decided to just wait it out a bit for some light to reveal our surroundings. We were treated to a pretty decent sunrise but kept to the task of finding tree arrangements that both gave depth and separation from each other. It took me a bit to get going but soon I started getting the hang of it. This photo was taken during the twilight hours when everything had a ting of coolness to it. Coming to this area at the tail end of fall colors had its perks. Referred to as “ghost trees” cypress trees were mostly bare, showing off their whitish bark and empty branches prominently with occasional splashes of remaining red leaves here and there.
Last but not least, another big thanks to my buddy David who showed us around these swamps and made the trip an absolute blast.
Better think twice before taking this route through the forest by nightfall 😁 Ghost minifigure with some custom edits
Hubbrücke / vertical lift bridge
Magdeburg / Germany
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Explore # 277 on Saturday, October 10. 2020
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Morant's Curve with a train passing through during a 10 stop exposure during the day. A winter visit to this spot is on the cards some day I hope!
This photo shows some of the buildings of Calico Ghost Town. It is a former silver mining town in California.
Calico was founded in 1881 during California's silver rush and became a bustling mining town.
The town was abandoned in the mid-1890s when the price of silver dropped.
Today, it operates as a county park featuring shops, a mine tour, and a railroad ride.
It is located at a town called Yermo, California, and is a popular stop for travelers on historic Route 66.
If the climb up through Penmachno quarry were not enough, coming through that extremely dense forest in the dark would finish me off long before I saw ghosts amongst the ruins of Rhiwbach.
I really wish I could see these places as they used to be, yet I should be just grateful I have seen them at all. Few people venture up here. But I notice small changes each time I come up. A roof will have collapsed. A chimney will have crumbled. A slate tip will have slipped. Slowly the ruins fade into the landscape. Soon, only your imagination will allow you any idea of what it was like.
The eye of time
Ghosts of memories
Comes to haunt my dreams
Creeps inside
8 preserved BR blue livery WR diesel hydraulics at Kidderminster on Fri 6th October 2023.
From L to R: D7076, D821, D1015, D1048, D1013, D1062, D832, D7029.
A photo charter organised by the SVR, with lighting provided by 30742 Charters.