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A Union Pacific APSCOA (American President Lines) stack train twists and turns through Grant Tower in Salt Lake City on Nov. 14, 1992.
Thank you so much for your great support, kind words and faves ! I really appreciate each of them !!! I wish you a good week my friends.
Doug Harrop Photography • May 7, 1978
With a quartet of first generation EMDs for power, a combination of Rio Grande trains 42 and 48 pull east through North Salt Lake on D&RGW Subdivision 7. In three miles, train 42/48 will arrived at Roper Yard in South Salt Lake.
Train symbols courtesy Mark Hemphill.
The old Schoenfelds Furniture building. Now a Davita business office. Lunchtime, no tripod, I used a wall to prop up my camera...
"Early Modern Punk" is what I call the subject matter and style of my work. chatGPT knows all about my Ravensway Early Modern England project. Did I choose the right words to name the style and subject?
"Early Modern Punk blends the rebellion and counterculture of punk with the aesthetics of the early modern period (1500–1800), including Renaissance art, scientific breakthroughs, and Enlightenment ideals. Themes include defiance of monarchies, clergy, and class systems, with speculative technology, gritty Renaissance fashion, and dystopian twists on historical progress and cultural revolutions."
Yeah, you got it chatGPT.
Oh, btw, this is the most difficult image to create using the assistance of AI: a 17th century farmer ploughing his field. And the painted aesthetic of the image remained intact after running it through Kling's AI video model: youtu.be/lOLLjrUepeQ
Did pretty good. Acceptable? Remains to be seen.
I was asked why I took an old camera with only 10MP to this tube station in London (and not my more powerful modern cameras). My calculation was twofold. Firstly, there would not be much light anyway and high resolution power was not required. Shooting in monochrome was also more conducive in this darkness. But my main impulse was to use the gritty directness of the M8 (often described as being close to film) for a gritty underground scene. Did it work? That is up to you. Sony A7iii plus Pentacon 3.5/30 (the background is a computer screen shot).
It's a dismal, damp afternoon in Holland, Michigan, but that doesn't stop the bustling Louis Padnos Iron & Metal Co off of S. River Street. A Kenworth W900 leaves the yard on another run for scrap to feed the bustling plant. Farther inside, CSX's Y121 job based out of nearby Waverly Yard is in the process of weighing up outbound cars on the scale. Gondolas from the Missouri Pacific nearing a half century in age are part of today's train, inevitably serving their final years in the unforgiving scrap industry. The CSX 6461 was built in February of 1978 for the B&O, rolling off the line in the famous Chessie System paint scheme.
Today is a special day. My son has his birthday, and I am proud to announce that
I have become a member of The image stock agency Getty Images.
Stockholm, östnora, september 2011.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
It can happen to anyone, from any walk of life.
20 years ago I had a career that I was incredibly proud of, saving lives, I had a home, mortgage, car and disposable income. I was confident and, even though I hate to blow my own trumpet, I was incredibly good at the work that I did.
I was, however, bullied, harassed, abused, belittled and ostracised by management and many colleagues in a toxic environment where this behaviour had spread like a cancer. This went on daily for 13 years. I thought that I was 'ignoring' it and just knuckling down in my work. I didn't know, until it was too late, that this was damaging both my physical and mental health.
After some time off due to a stress breakdown I returned and the bullying turned into a witch hunt. They succeeded. My mental and physical health had been destroyed. I was wrongly advised to resign by a union that had representatives embedded in management. I was too unwell to pursue any means of recompense.
Losing my career lead to my first Takotsubo Cardiomyopathy attack. This one was nearly fatal.
I have suffered from Complex Post-traumatic Stress Disorder (CPTSD) for at least 20 years as a direct result of this. Only finally receiving help for the condition last year after years of medical denial because the establishment at the time did not understand the connection between non-life threatening instances and PTSD despite mounting evidence. Thankfully it is much better understood today.
The bullies took my career, my confidence, my identity, my physical health, my mental health and now they have taken my relationship and my home. My ex being unable to cope with my PTSD and reacting to it in a way that was making it worse in a cycle that just destroyed our relationship.
Now, unable to work and unable to claim benefits for the moment, unwell, terrified and struggling at times to cope with basic life things, I am facing this horrendous situation that is so daunting there are times that my thoughts go to a very dark place.
I never imagined any of this would happen to me. I was on top of the world back in the early 2000s. The best time of my entire life.
Maybe I deserved this. Maybe I did something terrible in a former life. I don't know. I can't make sense of it.
I don't want to give up just yet. I want to fight back. I just have so little actual physical support. PTSD can cause isolation. Distrust. Withdrawal.
I have lost my few best friends since moving to Scotland for numerous reasons outside of my control. My family are 300 miles away and offer just loving thoughts. I am on my own.
On Friday I will be completely on my own for the first time in 20 years. This time without the confidence and abilities I had back then. I have to try and find them but without safety, comfort and familiarity I face an impossible task. It can take monumental effort just to cook a simple meal. PTSD is a terrible thing to have.
I am sharing my story as I don't know when or how I will return to Flickr.
Photography has been my recovery. My saviour from PTSD. An adrenaline kick from street photography, the excitement of the edit when you return home. Sharing my photographs with you and taking time to enjoy your photographs. The Flickr routine has kept my sanity and been an important part of my day for years now. I fully intend to return but the odds are against me at least for the moment.
Some of you wanted to help by donating towards the expensive Internet costs I will face in temporary housing.
I hate asking for help but please know that I am incredibly grateful for the help that I have received, both financially and otherwise. Just knowing that people care is a help in itself.
If you wish to keep in touch with me via WhatsApp while I am unable to get my PC online then please Flickrmail me your contact details. (bearing in mind that over the next few days my time is limited).
My PC will be packed tomorrow so I may make one more post before I go. I'll make sure it is a happier picture.
Thank you for taking the time to read this. I am profoundly thankful for the friendships and acquaintances that I have made here. You are all wonderful, awesome people. Thank you.
Homelessness can happen to anyone.