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In the darkness of night, New York, Susquehanna & Western 3808 leads train SU-100 under the former Erie coal tipple in Susquehanna, Pennsylvania. This location once hosted a repair shop and yard.
Strobist info:
6 Yongnuo Speedlites, full-power. Four camera-right, two camera left.
Jour 312
Au cours d'au moins vingt ans au début du XXème siècle, cet édifice abritait la poste et les douanes. On dit même qu'il y avait un prison et des petits commerces.
For at least twenty years at the beginning of the 20th century, this building hosted Mail and Customs. As the story goes, there was possibly even a jail and small commerces.
She builds!
Inspired by Tanjeer Bhai's Dew Drops On Spider Web. I was in my host family's place today, so after seeing Tanjeer bhai's spider web picture, I figured I should shoot some spiders too! So out I went with my all knowing ten year old host sister, Christiana. She spotted this spider web within a few seconds, and we tried sprinkling some water on the web to mimic dew drops (with miserable outcome). The water just would not stick on the web (next time I will try some viscous liquid!). Anyway, this is a "non dew drop" spider web picture, and Miss S. Pider seems to be engrossed building her elaborate trap!
As a B&B host (not an Air BnB Superhost! no thanks) I get asked many questions: where to go, what to see, what's the weather going to do today, etc? Fortunately, having an interest in photography has helped me in that, as I regularly recce the area to check roads, where deer are, highland coos, etc, and taste the local whisky so that I know!
Sometimes I'm powerless to help. When people (French) travel from the south of France to the Scottish Highlands and then decide it's too far to go 25 miles to explore the end of the Ardnamurchan peninsula. Or they only bring white trainers and no walking boots with them as if expecting to only walk on city pavements and not across unspoilt and rugged Mother Nature. I despair sometimes with the lack of 'nous' or planning. Of course they also expect to get up late and then set off for a day trip of all of Skye....and haven't even thought to book a ferry in peak season.
Some, a few, arrive better prepared, some with teenage kids more interested in staying in the room and playing Call of Duty on the Playstation. To them, I might say, why not go far off the beaten trail out to Glendrian?
Your kids can get some lungfulls of pure, fresh highland air, some exercise and some education (why do people come here with big plastic bottles of Highland Spring water bottled from some drain near the Ochil Hills near Glasgow? How could it be more pure than what we have come out of the mountains around here? At least I'm reasonably confident our water hasn't already passed through several other human beings, and only filtered after flowing through the whole sewage system and chemically recycled).
Glendrian is an abandoned crofting township in the centre of the Ardnamurchan peninsula centred on grid reference NM480687. It is a Scheduled Monument, Historic Scotland describing it as “of national importance because of its potential to contribute to our understanding of post-medieval settlement and economy. Although only abandoned in the 1940s the settlement incorporates information for the earlier expansion and contraction of the community who lived here. The buildings are varied in date and style and contain evidence for the complex history of settlement on the site.”
Glendrian’s lands occupy the eastern half of the low land within the circle of hills formed by the main ring dykes of the Ardnamurchan Tertiary Volcanic Complex. Even in winter, when the vegetation has died back, the buildings are difficult to see.
But take your teenagers out there and ask them to imagine it was their home, completely isolated and cut off in the low land where there is total silence within the circle of hills formed by the main ring dykes of the Ardnamurchan Tertiary Volcanic Complex. There's no road to it. No electricity. The running water is in the form of a burn along the bottom of the shallow valley. No shops. And apart from feeding and tending to the animals kids still had to go to school in Kilchoan, six miles over the hills. And they didn't have modern water and windproof clothing to cloth them as they walked to school in winter darkness, and rain, hail and snow. And shock-horror: tell your teenagers they had no phone signal or wifi either!
People lived in Glendrian until the 1940's until the convenience of motorised transport links, shops and electricity lured them to living in towns and villages. 80 years on, if they were still alive would they move back, valuing the quality of life in Glendrian: no noise, no traffic, no crowds, no crime, no rape, no knife crime - a peaceful way of life? That's what 'civilisation' should be. Indeed the movement of people to live in towns and cities has heralded the end of civilisation! A visit to Glendrian can teach modern youth, and city and town folk a lot! I scuttled off home before the rain arrived.
A more comprehensive history of the settlement is here : heritageardnamurchan.co.uk/glendrian/
Que importante es ser capaz en algún momento de parar esta actividad frenética que nos imponen (trabajo, familia, amigos, obligaciones)
o nosotros mismos nos marcamos (tengo que .. hay que.. sin falta debo..)
para poder contemplar todas esas cosas increíbles que nos perdemos.
Estuve en León y Madrid.. Precioso, precioso, precioso...!!!!
Ålgårds kvarn och såg finns omnämnd i den äldsta bevarade skattelängden för Norge, den så kallade gengärden från 1528. Där nämns ”Moghens på Aalgaard”. Samma Moghens betalade 1542 en tunna ål och tre tunnor mjöl i skatt, enligt den äldsta bevarade jordeboken, från ca 1542. Samma skatt betalas senare under 1500-talet av både Nils och Olof på Ålgård.
Både kvarn och såg nämns 1594 i den norska biskopen Jens Nilssöns visitatsböcker och reiseoptegnelser. Enligt texten är en såg nyss byggd, den enda sågen på Orust.
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