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Gianfranco Di Nuzzo © All Rights Reserved (2008)
Don't Leave me Alone
Photographer : Giodinu'
Model : Zippo
thanks Francko for the dog
my 300th public photo
This is in Come, Colorado which was a coal town back in the day and I wouldn't be surprised if this place was built about that time with all the stuff on it plus someone lives in it now. Population of 104.
Home sweet home is what the miners called this "desert palace". Located 100 paces from the Colorado rivers edge it is across the river from Picahco State Park, CA.
The cabin still has its original saltbush thatched roof with a more recent layer applied by local caretakers to help preserve it in the howling winds this area receives.
The inside of the cabin is fully furnished with real artifacts of the period. If you go take a new register as the one there is full and the pen is dead.
Marines with Bravo Company, Battalion Landing Team 1st Battalion, 5th Marines, 31st Marine Expeditionary Unit, send hand signals as they head back to the USS Germantown (LSD 42) in Combat Rubber Raiding Craft, Feb. 17 , 2016, after conducting a successful boat raid the night before. The Marines conducted the boat raid as part of the 31st MEU's amphibious integration training with the Navy ships of the Bonhomme Richard Amphibious Ready Group. The Marines and sailors of the 31st MEU are currently deployed to the Asia-Pacific region.
(U.S. Marine Corps photo by Cpl. Samantha Villarreal/Released)
journeys of the heart in november...
may all travelers find joy!!
and the delights of autumn...
jeanne
scanned, assembled and altered images, november 21, 2007
(including a 35mm color slide taken in my home one afternoon this summer...a small gingham cat that sits in my hallway window... a ginkgo leaf found during a walk last weekend... and a golden tray for serving tea)
Walking through the night.
Its cold and the city lights are calling
telling us of something hidden.
Home.
A place of warmth, acceptance, love
A place created by us
tailor made to our needs.
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At the time of sunset birds return their home. Somehow this bird has been late.
[The Big Move is scheduled for tomorrow. As I explained over the last few days, no more uploads from me until the 25th or 26th of November at the earliest, assuming all goes well, which one should never assume...]
In the little downstairs room I have been using as an office for so many years in this house, and where I sit today like every morning in front of my desk, the bookshelves are now entirely empty, except for the two large JBL speakers (too heavy for me to dare move by myself), the Revox reel-to-reel tape deck and the small Teac components of my hi-fi installation. They have been unplugged and the cables are all coiled. They look like the folded wings of a dark bird, ready to die... or to fly.
On my desk, almost nothing remains: the PC I will shut down and unplug soon after I finish uploading these daily photos to Flickr, the Bose speakers attached to it, the banker’s lamp that will soon go dark and wait to be packed by the movers when they come tomorrow. All the rest I have already packed away.
There is great sadness at leaving one’s world behind, but as it must be done, then I know that I am also very fortunate because there is a whole new world that awaits me, full of joy and promises, and since for me “a world” implies first and foremost a home base, I am happy, in those moments of separations and departures, to share not pictures of melancholy, sorrow and old dust on empty shelves, but the first photos of the place I will call home from now on. Fate (I would not presume to say the Hand of God as I am quite sure I’m not important or worthy enough for Him to personally care!) has granted me a wonderful new chance at living a life of happiness and love and trust, and even though I am not convinced I deserve such a bliss, I fully intend to make the most of it, and to bring into it all I have to offer, however meager that may be.
The grounds cover more than four hectares of sweeping lawn which include an island and go all the way to the Seine River.
Lewis was with us today and he had quite a lot of home schooling to be done ~ thank goodness his Nana was here!! Anyway, as part of his schoolwork he was to make some kind of lunar model out of rubbish!!
This is his landing craft for Mars ... he's placing a camera on the top of the craft 😉
I love watching the concentration when he's doing this ~ beats a million pieces of LEGO lying all over the place!!
Our Daily Challenge ~ I Love To Watch ...
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Heil, honey, I'm home... just as soon as I get across the gully. The bridge is a bit crusty. My route home for the current weather panic is getting really hung up. This is across and down the Red Hill Road from the junk/dump - jump? I gave up and was on my way back to the flats from the hills. I was on my way down Red Hill to the flats when I caught more shots of one old dump up at Heil Canyon stables for my Heil Ranch series. I made my way up Lefthand Canyon again then turned up Heil Canyon. Even though I had been up to the open space before, I never remembered the corrals and ranch buildings.
I don't understand why someone spent so much time building their well entrenched sand stone home only to abandon it for the lack of bridge upkeep. The original home was sided with milled lumber then faced with sandstone from quarries up the road I presume. Here, in Heil Ranch up Red Hill, sandstone outcroppings are plentiful. What better material to use. Even the windows don't look particularly old. This chimney is faced cinder block.
I got a move on back to wend my way to town and home. The Denver TV weather panc is prognosticating a couple of feet of snow on Monday even though the last blast. I expect some snow this time, but only on the grass. I have plenty of gas and I don't expect to get stranded.
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A Little history of Homer, Alaska and why it is so well known for photographing eagles. It is also quite well known as a halibut fishing destination and claims to be the halibut capital of the US.
Jean Keene, known as “the eagle lady” has lived in a campground on the Homer Spit since her relocation to Alaska in 1977. Jean began feeding a pair of eagles on the Spit shortly after her arrival. She worked for a seafood plant where she had permission to gather surplus and freezer burned fish for the eagles. After ten years, more than 200 eagles were coming by Jean's place for breakfast. Jean loaded fish into barrels and then into her pickup for the short drive home. Before she doled out fish to the eagles, she chopped them into smaller chunks making it easier for them to carry. Jean fed 200 to 300 eagles about 500 lbs. of fish daily from late December through mid April. This daily “gathering of eagles” became well known among the photography community. The opportunity to photograph eagles in a situation like this is quite rare.
Jean Keene, the "Eagle Lady" passed away January 13, 2009. She was 85.
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An ordinance passed by Homer officials to ban eagle feeding on the Homer Spit was to go in effect, but an emergency ordinance has allowed eagle feeding to be extended for 60 days following Jean Keene's death. Since eagle feeding had already began for the winter, wildlife officials agreed it might be best to taper off the feedings.
When my cousin from south Texas called and wanted to know if I was up for a trip to Alaska for what is most likely the last opportunity to photograph eagles under these conditions, I could hardly say no. Turned out to be an incredible trip with more eagles than you can imagine. I just wish I was photographer enough to do them justice.