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The hardest part is trusting ourselves. Once we let go and do that our true authenticity and creative voice can shine!
-Value yourself
-Value your visions
-Remain true to the artist you want to be
-Go with your heart, always
One of the hardest things when taking photos of landmarks, famous structures or places is capturing images that someone has not already taken before and doing it in a way where the composition is somewhat interesting and different.
Here’s a photo from the top of THE ROCK at 30 Rockefeller Center. Now for those of you who have been to the top of THE ROCK you would have noticed the large glass panels on the perimeter of the viewing areas. Between each of the glass panels is an empty space of about 4-5 inches side which separates each panel – which you can see here in this photo.
The majority of people taking photos of the NYC skyline from the Top of the Rock tend to crowd around these little crevices to take photos through these spaces (I’m guessing to get a clearer picture because the glass panels are kinda dirty with smudges and they’re also reflective). Now I’m sure all of these photos come out great…how can you not take a great picture of the NYC skyline – but chances are someone else has taken the same type of photos. Just go on Google image search put in “View from Top of the Rock” and most of the photos will look very similar.
What I wanted as a tourist in my own city was to take a unique photo from on top of the Rock and I was struggling…like everyone I was fixated on taking a pristine photo in that space between the glass panels and after about 50 or so photos I gave up…thinking I wasn’t every going to get that shot. So I took a few steps back and then I saw this pretty interesting framing of the Empire State Building which actually uses the glass panels for the framing in conjunction with the horizon in the backdrop – and that’s what you see here.
I guess sometimes in photography when you set out to capture something unique and special you can’t get fixated on one area but rather you have to take a look at the entire landscape and work with what’s going on – work with what’s there - use the entirety of the landscape and horizon to find that unique composition that you set out to capture before you even arrived.
Hardest part of this for me was holding the "bomb" position with a dodgy back! I'm not massively happy with how this came out, I think I would retake the shot of me in the bomb position, or better still get someone else to do it for me.
Strobist info(cup)
Single YN560 @ 1/4 camera right through diffuser
Strobist info(bomb)
YN 560 @ 1/4 camera right off of silver bounce brolly
YN460 @ 1/1 camera rear ceiling bounced for fill
*Warning! Long story ahead!*
Okay so basically all of 2013 (plus December of 2012) has been a huge adventure for me. I felt the need to get this out and flickr is the only way I can :P
The past year or so has been the hardest part of my life so far. I fell into depression, my social anxiety/anxiety in general got worse, and I had just been a self-conscious wreck. Though that wasn't my everyday life, it did take a big chunk of the year.
Anyways, I started roleplaying on tumblr in December of 2012, which is also when my math mark started to drop immensely (a.k.a the start of my depression). I ended up quitting roleplaying a couple months before the summer. That was because I wasn't happy with my writing, and I didn't feel like I belonged. I saw all the other rpers with their friends and they all seemed so friendly with each other and like they knew each other so well. I didn't think that I was welcomed and I knew that I wouldn't be able to get as close as they were. Throughout my role-playing months was when I felt like I had no one there for me. I would stay up at night crying, thinking of suicide and that whole package. I felt worthless.
The only people I ever told were my two best school friends, though I didn't tell them the whole thing, and that was almost half a year after my depression started.
Though later on it got to the point where I literally felt like I didn't belong anywhere, even with my friends at school.
Although I was going through a lot of pain, I still helped others. I was able to understand what others were feeling so I went on The Quiet Place (The Comfort Spot) and I helped and supported people when I wasn't feeling like crap. I also made a friend in 9th grade who later would come to me for all his problems and when he was contemplating suicide, I talked him out of it.
The best feeling, for me, is knowing that you helped someone or made them happy, even the tiniest bit. It's so nice knowing that you're needed.
I'm happy to say that all these bad things happened to me, however. Because of my experiences, I've learned a lot. I used to have a whole different view on suicide and people who self-harm, etc etc. Now I understand what it feels like. It's also shaped me into who I am now and I'm thankful for that.
I realize that I'm very lucky to have gone through it for such little time. So many people let it consume them forever, or for a very long amount of time.
It's a horrible feeling to fall into a dark hole like that, and I wish nobody ever has to go through it. Considering how horrible I think my situation was, I can't even imagine how bad it is for other people.
So anywho, everything was going wrong. A couple of months ago, I decided to give up my dream that I've had since grade 8. Dream as in dream job (video game design). You need a crap ton of math skills for game design and I've come to the conclusion that math just isn't my thing. But you know what? Certain things aren't for certain people. Recently I went to see Les Miserables (PERFECT I RECOMMEND 100%) and it was the third musical I've been to. Whenever I go to musicals I get super inspired and I realize every time that musical theatre is what I want for a profession. It was my dream job when I was a kid, and it always comes back. So, I'm on my way to pursuing that dream and I have a feeling it's a dream that I'm not going to give up on. (Also working at Disney World but that job sort of comes in that package as well).
I don't know what it is, but lately I've felt a sudden rush of inspiration and happiness. It's like the feeling is a prophecy that everything will make a turn and get better.
I'm saying goodbye to being pessimistic. Actually, I used to be quite the optimist in elementary school. I'm on my way to improving the way I see and think so that I'm not so negative. The usual upsetting days and moments will obviously come hit me sometimes but for now I've overcome many of my problems, and/or know how to & are working on them.
I wish you all the happiness that I've had these past few weeks because it's one of the best feelings you could ever have and you all deserve it xx
Also, this photo is of my Frozen snowglobe that I got for Christmas! Frozen has to be one of my favourite Disney movies!!
And that's the thing, too, is a lot of things in my life have had such a huge influence on me it's crazy! Like Disney (my most precious treasured part of my life besides family/friends), certain video games/other movies, tv shows/anime, mythology/the world's mysteries, etc etc. It's all a big circle of inspiration and I'm so thankful for everything that has spoken to me in a way nothing else can.
Thank you soooo (SOOOO! x infinity & beyond) much for reading all that, if you did! I know it was a lot. but I just had to get it out ^^
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Happy New Year to everyone and I hope 2014 is good to you!
While I'm going to try my best to turn over a new leaf, I wish you guys the best in the upcoming year xx
It's a split residence when it comes to a bar on smoking in public locations. One other proposes that it'd infringe upon their privileges, though one class considers it's really a need.See how long it has been because you ceased smoking, the total amount of income you've preserved, cigarettes
"There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste"
Hardest Of Hearts - Florence + The Machine
Hardest panel off all to illuminate is the ACP panels, they are an un balanced panel, lots of little thin areas at the top with a lot of art work versus large unused areas at the bottom. Ive never seen one done right so decided to make 9 test panels. They all look the same in the picture however the rear side is different on them all, 9 panels, 9 different PCB layouts to try to chose whats best
One of the hardest parts about loss is all of the little things that have been habits for so long they just seem natural. Like to place your hand on that person's leg when they sit next to you. Or to kiss their neck when they hug you. When before you had almost no physical boundaries, now suddenly there are tons - your body doesn't realize it and automatically does what it's been doing for years, and then your brain has to jump in and tell you to stop, and then your heart remembers and breaks just a little bit more.
Aside from Katy Perry situation, Katie Cassidy and Kate Hudson plastic surgery claims are one of the hardest cases to discern.
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The steepest and hardest part of the trail just before the eagle nest where the medieval castle is located.
About our hiking trip from Steli to Koskinas on Sunday 06/02/22 read our blog articles in Greek:
🔶 «Ο τόπος και η ιστορία του, 2ο μέρος: Κάλεσμα για πεζοπορία από το Στελί στο Κάστρο του Κοσκινά»
🔶 «Περιγραφή και φωτογραφίες από την κυκλική πεζοπορία 'Στελί - Κάστρο του Κοσκινά - Στελί'»
🔶 More photos of the hike on Google photos
🔶 Reviews of the Castle of Koskinas on Google maps.
"I could feel it go down
You left the sweetest taste in my mouth
Your silver lining the clouds
Oh and I, I wonder what it's all about" - Coldplay
A taste of summer. The hardest part of food photography is waiting to eat your lunch until after you've photographed it.
Mostly window light with an SB800 in a DIY ringlight (www.kiy-lighting-kits.com) for fill triggered manually with an SC-17 cord
The Steel Bridge is a through truss, double-deck vertical-lift bridge across the Willamette River in Portland, Oregon, United States, opened in 1912. Its lower deck carries railroad and bicycle/pedestrian traffic, while the upper deck carries road traffic (on the Pacific Highway West No. 1W, former Oregon Route 99W), and light rail (MAX), making the bridge one of the most multimodal in the world. It is the only double-deck bridge with independent lifts in the world and the second oldest vertical-lift bridge in North America, after the nearby Hawthorne Bridge. The bridge links the Rose Quarter and Lloyd District in the east to Old Town Chinatown neighborhood in the west.
The bridge was completed in 1912 and replaced the Steel Bridge that was built in 1888 as a double-deck swing-span bridge. The 1888 structure was the first railroad bridge across the Willamette River in Portland. Its name originated because steel, instead of wrought iron, was used in its construction, which was very unusual for the time. When the current Steel Bridge opened, it was simply given its predecessor's name.
The 1888 Steel Bridge (upper deck) had been crossed by horse-drawn streetcars from the time of its opening and then by the city's first electric streetcar line starting in November 1889; when the present Steel Bridge opened in 1912, the streetcar lines (all electric by then) moved to it, starting on September 8, 1912. Streetcar service across the Steel continued until August 1, 1948, when the last car lines using it, the Alberta and Broadway Lines, were abandoned. A single line of Portland's once-extensive trolley bus system also used the bridge; the Williams Avenue line crossed the Steel Bridge from February 1937 until October 9, 1949. Many years later, in 1986, electric transit vehicles returned to the bridge in the form of MAX Light Rail and later the Portland Vintage Trolley.
In 1950, the Steel Bridge became an important part of a new U.S. 99W highway between Harbor Drive and Interstate Avenue. Harbor Drive was removed in 1974 and replaced with Tom McCall Waterfront Park.
A westbound MAX Blue Line train crossing the bridge in 2009. Four of the five MAX lines cross the Steel Bridge. More than 600 MAX trips cross the bridge each weekday.
In the mid-1980s, the bridge underwent a $10 million rehabilitation, including construction of the MAX light rail line of TriMet. The span was closed to all traffic for two years, starting in June 1984. It reopened on May 31, 1986. Completion and testing of the light-rail tracks and overhead wires across the bridge took place during the months that followed, and the light rail line opened for service on September 5, 1986.
A single-lane viaduct that connected the bridge's east approach to another viaduct (still in existence) that takes traffic from southbound Interstate 5 to Interstate 84 was closed in 1988 and removed in 1989, as part of roadway changes intended to improve traffic flow around the Oregon Convention Center. The center was under construction at that time and opened in 1990.
The lower deck of the bridge was threatened by major floods in 1948, 1964, and 1996.
In 2001, a 220-foot-long (67 m) and 8-foot-wide (2.4 m) cantilevered walkway was installed on the southern side of the bridge's lower deck as part of the Eastbank Esplanade construction, raising to three the number of publicly accessible walkways across the bridge, including the two narrow sidewalks on the upper deck. The bridge is owned by Union Pacific with the upper deck leased to Oregon Department of Transportation, and subleased to TriMet, while the City of Portland is responsible for the approaches.
An Amtrak Cascades train crossing the bridge
The average daily traffic in 2000 was 23,100 vehicles (including many TriMet buses), 200 MAX trains, 40 freight and Amtrak trains, and 500 bicycles. The construction of the lower-deck walkway connected to the Eastbank Esplanade resulted in a sharp increase in bicycle traffic, with over 2,100 daily bicycle crossings in 2005. MAX traffic has tripled since 2000, when only the Gresham–Hillsboro line (now the Blue Line) was using the bridge, to 605 daily crossings (weekdays) as of 2012. This resulted from the addition of three more MAX lines during that period: the Red, Yellow, Green Lines.
In summer 2008, the upper deck was closed for three weeks to allow a junction to be built at the west end connecting the existing MAX tracks with a new MAX line on the Portland Transit Mall. A change made at that time was that the two inner lanes became restricted to MAX trains only, with cars, buses and other motorized traffic permitted only in the two outer lanes.
In 2012, the Steel Bridge celebrated its 100th birthday. The Oregonian called it the "hardest-working" bridge on the Willamette River: "Cars, trucks, freight trains, buses, Amtrak, MAX, pedestrians, bicycles — you carry it all."
The lift span of the bridge is 211 feet (64 m) long. At low river levels the lower deck is 26 feet (7.9 m) above the water, and 163 feet (50 m) of vertical clearance is provided when both decks are raised. Because of the independent lifts, the lower deck can be raised to 72 feet (22 m), telescoping into the upper deck but not disturbing it. Each deck has its own counterweights, two for the upper and eight for the lower, totaling 9 million lbs. (4,100 metric tons).
The machinery house sits atop the upper-deck lift truss. The operator's room is suspended from the top of the lift-span truss, directly below the machinery house, so that the operator can view river traffic as well as the upper deck. After the 2001 addition of a pedestrian walkway on the lower deck, cameras and closed-circuit television monitors were added to allow the operator to view the lower-deck walkway.
Until the bridge's mid-1980s renovation, the crossing gates blocking the roadway and sidewalks during raising of the upper-deck lift span were manually operated, rotated horizontally across the roadway by two "gate tenders", one on each side of the lift span. Small shacks for the gatekeepers were positioned on the roadway deck, between the inner and outer traffic lanes, but they were removed during the 1980s rebuilding and replaced by a new gate tender house positioned above the roadway, in the west lift tower. Powered crossing gates replaced the manual ones, and operation of the gates is now automated, controlled by the bridge operator.
Source: Wikipedia
My favorite game to play as a young child by far was wall ball. I loved it. A bunch of us boys would play it at recess. I’m not going to get into specifics of the rules, but it involved throwing a tennis ball at a brick wall and pegging each other when certain stipulations occurred. It involves speed and quick thinking. I remember it being really fun. I have really great memories playing this in my Philly elementary schools with all the boys.
Then when I got into like 5th and 6th grade my favorite game to play was kick ball. Kick ball is essentially the same rules as baseball except you roll a big bouncy ball toward the player and let them kick it. I was a really shy kid, but I always got picked first to play on everyone’s team. See at this age children usually pick the “popular” kids first and then the shy ones last. But I was the exception to the rule because I would blast homeruns like they were out of style.
Then when I was in Junior High School I joined little league. I was horribly bad at this, like the worst player in the whole damn league. Here is a true story. One year I played the entire year without getting a single hit. The last game of the season on I think the last at bat I hadn’t played yet. My coach had to put me in (every kid must play in little league). I got up to bat. Strike one. Strike two. Ball one, two, three. And then suddenly it happened. I HIT THE BALL!!!!!! YES I MADE CONTACT!!!!!! I’ll never forget it because the metal bat stung my hand from the vibrations.
Foul ball.
Next pitch… Strike three.
But I made contact! I actually made it around first before everyone that was there was like “IT WAS FOUL!” I learned later that my vision is legally blind without glasses so I simply couldn’t see the ball, that’s why I sucked so badly.
Then in high school I tried out for the basketball team. By this point I realized I wasn’t enjoying being part of the jocks so I quit that. I really never found my niche in any sport. Which is a shame, because I think I’m really athletic in nature.
Maybe I’ll just stick to hopscotch.
January 14th, 2009
with all i've said and all that's dead for you.
You lied. Good bye.
Stone Temple Pilots Interstate love song
Reworked from earlier version.
One of the hardest things to do in life is getting back up on your feet after the end of a long relationship. Building up the courage to put your heart on the line again... learning to trust... allowing yourself to love freely and be loved without fear... This image makes me think of that. Reaching out because you want something more than the world but holding back because you're afraid.
This image is very personal to me but I know everyone has gone through this so I thought I'd share it. Janet Jackson's song Every Time expresses this feeling perfectly.
"I'm afraid I'm starting to feel
What I said I would not do
The last time really hurt me
I'm scared to fall in love
Afraid to love so fast
Cuz everytime I fall in love
It seems to never last
But every time your love is near
And every time I'm filled with fear
Cuz every time I see your face
My heart does begin to race everytime
One half wants me to go
One half wants me to stay
I just get so all confused
I'm scared to fall in love
Afraid to love so fast
Cuz every time I fall in love
It seems to never last..."
~ Janet Jackson - Every Time
“One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my dear, is to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.”
That was one of our hardest working volunteers
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This set of photos was created to honor and thank the friends and members of OPS Ikarias who helped to trace and secure the «2nd Part of the Trail of Atheras» (link to map) along the middle of the Ikarian mountain ridge.
Big thanks too to 1) the international association «Friends of Ikaria» for their help in the field, as well as their full-hearted support of the project, and 2) the Association of Arethousa, Ikaria for the warm welcome and their great help and guidance in finding and marking a selection of hiking routes in their beautiful village.
Blog articles (in Greek) and more photos:
1) About last year's work on the 1st part of the Trail: «Χόρεψε πάνω στο φτερό του καρχαρία»
2) About this year's work announcement: «Εθελοντική Εργασία στο Μονοπάτι του Αθέρα (2ο Μέρος) »
3) Photos of this year's work on Google photos
© OPS Ikarias and Friends of Ikaria 2019
Probably the hardest free throw line to shoot from in college basketball. Cameron can look small, roughly holding just over 9,000, but is one of the loudest places to play college ball. This was taken during my first but not last trip to Cameron and I thought it was cool they let fans come in and check it out. I also visit the newly built Duke Basketball Museum and took some wide angle shots of Cameron from the 2nd level.
Finally decided which print to make an enlargement from my trip to Duke in December. Spent a couple hours in Lightroom getting the white balance correct and altering the exposure to bring the tier seating in the back into the picture more. Also edited some wandering people out of the frame as best I could in CS4.
"I think the hardest part about being a teenager is dealing with other teenagers - the criticism and the ridicule, the gossip and rumors." ~ Beverley Mitchell
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"The hardest time of the year for the skirting board folk was spring, when the terrorboars were hungry and came down from the peaks of the sofas to roam the veldts of the living room searching for easy prey. A big, mean one had just arrived in town, and a meeting was called on how to send it on its way"
The funny thing is I left the "crowd" on the floor when I went to put a very bored and rebellious Lockepig away (he had eventually snapped and attempted to bite the head off one of the figures, which would have made a great picture but I didn't want the chubby little bugger to choke on it so I had to pick him up and wrestle it from his chops) so they are still there, marvelling at Ste's Star Trek TNG box sets.
I want to get some more/better miniatures as taking photos like this is fun! And I also have a few ideas for some light/exposure effects I want to try. It's certainly nice having the excuse to try new things :D
I do have a day off today so I am spending way too much time watching Bones, playing Ni No Kuni and digging through Rolfeys for gifts for chums. All good <3
Out of all the abandoned cemeteries I've found, this is the hardest to reach. Shielded by overgrown forest and a steep mountain descent, the Banks Burial Ground was only in use from 1847 to 1878. In that time, it welcomed members from the family of Henry Banks – his wife Catherine, their daughters Annabelle, Eliza, Lilah, Phebe, and two named Henrietta. Standing just in back is little Katie, daughter of Henry and his second wife Wilhelmina, named for the wife he lost years earlier. The only one with no stone is Henry himself. He died having buried all those before him, sunk in this sleepy plot. It would have stood clear on this small rise once upon a time, at the back of a field that farming forgot. When I first came here a couple winters ago, the stones were in a wreck and upended, looking like so much rubble in the brush. I propped up what I could, leaned the big one on a tree to catch the light. That sinking sun gives no warmth at all now, thin air like ice in my lungs, each breath a little burning. Only the hard hike in brought my body heat high enough to beat back the cold, moments before it starts to bite again. I snapped some twigs, sifted powder in the carvings, brought the dead alive a little. That central memorial holds most of the names, monument to the brutality of diphtheria, drawn away. The family obituary, wrote in 1859 when the first wave passed, reads in reference to Henry: "Catherine, the wife of his youth and mother of his children – four of whom laid side by side in the dark and lonely grave – was by the same disease, torn from his embrace. Leaving behind her three little ones, the youngest at her breast."
January 4, 2022
Banks Burial Ground
Clarence East, Nova Scotia
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There is love in your body but you can't get it out
It gets stuck in your head, won't come out of your mouth
Sticks to your tongue and shows on your face
That the sweetest of words have the bitterest taste
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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This card was one of the hardest and most planned I have ever done.
I saw the idea on Marion Vagg blog and she has done as a box lid. I decided I didn't want to do a box, too new to it all and thought I would use the same idea on a card. Used the same colours as Marion as I really had no idea what I was doing. This started out as looking like a really easy quick idea but ended up taking my months, why months. tracking down and purchasing heart punches of similar design. then I realised I had done the design so small I needed smaller heart punches. I accumulated quite a few heart punches and ended up cutting down the size of some as they just weren't small enough. Got there in the end. Finished off with little half pearls for the centres and stamped love sentiment. Was really pleased with it.
As was my son who asked if he could have for his girlfriend. I am pretty sure the sentiment is Hero Art, let me know if I'm wrong and I will remove.
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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Probably the hardest trip i ever had. This is the infamous BR-319, it goes from Manaus to Porto Velho, built in 1976, it was abandoned in 1988, it doesn't even appear in the GPS, 885Km of hell...
The sharp peak has been milled off the front arm, rounded and smoothed. Then completely polished.
The hardest part was stripping the pad holdders and Q/R levers which were not anodized. Some kind of powder coat that was really tough to remove.
1/ It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could everest play. (Shine, unguessed, boo!)
2/ I'm on drugs! - Almost Famous, guessed by DawnRising!
3/ Ladies don't start fights, but they can finish them! (Aristocats, unguessed, boo!)
4/ No, now that she's a killer woman, we ought to be bringing her tea and dumplings. - Serenity, guessed by Bex!
5/ Puppies grow into dogs that get old and DIE! - Josie and the Pussycats, guessed by Ivy Frozen!
6/ Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch. Retarded, big mouth, know-it-all, asshole, jerk. You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful. Shut up bitch. Go fix me a turkey pot pie. No dad, what about you? Fuck you. No dad, what about you? Fuck you. Dad, what about you? Fuck you. - Breakfast Club, guessed by DawnRising!
7/ A nice warm vibrate-y feeling all through your guttiwuts! - A Clockwork Orange guessed by West!
8/ 2,000 and my advice is to take it. What will you do when you're hungry? Eat the piano? - The Pianist guessed by Ben!
9/ This room is... green. I wanna go back to the blue room. - Cube, guessed by West!
10/ One scoop of creamed potatoes. A slice of butter. Four peas. And as much ice cream as you'd like to eat. - Secretary, guessed by eitch!
1. Pick 10 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Bold when someone guesses correctly, and put who guessed it and the movie.
5. No Googling/using IMDb search functions
w_r!:
Boots - Thriftered <3
Socks - H&M
Skirt - Charlotte's
Belt - Primark
Shirt - New Look
Scarf - Thriftered
Marble Canyon is the second hardest place to reach at the Death Valley National Park in California, behind the extremely hard to reach Racetrack Playa (a place we could not visit on this trip due to the access being shut down).
You reach Marble Canyon after an hour of bone-rattling drive on a dirt road totally conditioned by the Washboard effect. No rental car agency will allow this off-road access, which means in addition to your body, your automobile also takes a beating. So you need a dirt roadworthy SUV, preferably one that is so beat up that you no longer care.
The reward for your troubles is worth it – an amazing walk through a canyon that no photograph can do justice to. It does not have the panache of some of the swirling orange rocks at Zion National Park, but the blue walls and rocks of Marble Canyon are unique in their own way.
The best time to visit is in the afternoon, but not so late that you get caught there when it gets dark. Also, it is highly recommended that you travel in a group, with at least two, maybe three cars. That way, if there's any breakdown, you have people who can lend a hand.
For the most part, Marble Canyon is easy walking, but there are a couple of places that require steep climbing. You don't have to be super athletic to manage it, but a certain basic level of fitness is necessary. There are places you will likely need to use your tripod or hiking poles for support, and good hiking boots with superior traction are mandatory.
There is a myriad of things you can photograph here, ranging from the macro to the micro. As we walked through the canyon, I took a lot of photos of whatever caught my fancy. Even after culling my raw shots, I still ended up with some 50+ images.
I don't have a way to condense them down to a half dozen "best photos", so I'm just going to make it a virtual tour and publish them all. That way, anyone considering a visit should have a reasonably good feel for the place.
Don't feel compelled to comment, just enjoy the virtual tour!
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I am the master of procrastination, number 12 was possibly the hardest photograph to choose so far. The problem being they were all equally crap to my eyes, uniformly bland and uninteresting. I couldn't see the point in uploading 300 pictures of docks from various angles, I wanted a picture that spoke to me the way number 10 did, straight to my heart. I wanted to be moved. I think you will either love number 12 or hate it and wonder what demented halfwit thought it was a good picture. Needless to say I am rather fond of it, but don't hold back if you hate it, I can hear that too.
Today started bright and early cup o tea, bit o Flikr. I packed my gear into the car, I had no clear goal in mind, I just drove south. Listened to the radio, sipped my coffee, looked at the countryside. After a while I remembered a painter at work telling me about a spit of land that pushes a km or so out into the sea. It was easy to find on my phone so off I went.
I am my raging guilty conscience, I passed an old work mates house, I realised I hadn't seen him for two years, mental note to drop in on the way back. The spit of land is known as "Örarev" Öra reef I believe, its long and can't be more than 30 meters wide, a nature reserve it also has some stone age remains on it, but then so does half of the county.
By now you have guessed it was bitterly cold as usual but safely ensconced in my new boots the feet were giving my hands the finger with a big grin. The hands were not amused. There may well be trouble the next time shoelaces are to be tied.
I wandered the reef for three hours, taking a shot here and there but I didn't find it terribly photogenic, the light was ok but it is uniformly flat and covered in short scrub brush for the most part. That was all fine and dandy though I contented myself with walking on the lee side of the reef and enjoying the sun, the feet were just happy as happy can be. I stamped a large heart into the snow just for the fun of it, and did the same with a stick in the sand, hopefully the walkers behind me were entertained.
The best part of the day was when I came across a small pond that was frozen through. Gear was dropped and the very first showing of carpenter on ice began. I am easily amused. Once when I was a small child I was nagging my mother that I was bored, she turned to me and uttered the words I have never forgotten, "an intelligent child is never bored". This sage wisdom backfired on her as I went away and copied out the lyrics to the 50's song "the man who shot liberty valence" it didn't take many performances before I was encouraged to play outside :)
My inner child thus satisfied I carried on to the end of the reef, I saw plenty of things that were nice to see but I felt something was missing from most of them, I had a smoke in the lee of a cabin then switched cameras and walked back. I did visit my old work mate on the way home he has added a 5th child to his brood and I came upon them on their way to go sledging. We had a quick chat and I promised to come by next weekend. Guilty conscience laid to rest.
On arriving home Cecilia met me in the driveway and asked if she could have custody of our vacuum cleaner, I suggested she flash me her boobs and she would be welcome to it, no boobs for me but she did get a laugh out of it, I never change. Dropped by the neighbors and looked at the carpentry she wanted doing, then home to clean my apartment. That was about as exciting as it got today in my rock and roll lifestyle. I would have preferred company on my trip and preferred to have come home and made love to a wonderful brunette, but as I tell a close relative who calls me sometimes to talk about the past, you play the cards you are dealt and smile while you do it that's all that matters. I hope you all had a fantastic weekend and that some of you feel the same way as I do about number 12
Music for today
"Thank You" - Alanis Morrisette ( because your continued interest in my photographs is appreciated !
"Wicked Game" - Chris Issak
This series of shots is of my brother, a local Blacksmith to Bozeman, MT. Check out his work here: www.desperadoforge.com