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It's mostly been nothing but rain and staying inside for the last two weeks. But in the rare instances the sun comes out, Candor K. makes every moment count.
A Pileated Woodpecker building a nest in a palm tree. I was very fortunate to come across the woodpecker and its mate as they were working on a new nest. This bird in particular was busy at work as there were multiple instances where the wood chips would be flying as he worked. (Thanks to Bobby Mou for the gender correction.)
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Explored 11/2/15
It's been such a busy week...
I took this at the same time as my last photo, but only just had chance to upload it. I thought I'd leave this one in colour :).
Does anyone use Affinity Photo for Mac? I downloaded the free trial today, and so far I love it. I've yet to find certain features (vignette, for instance), but it has more features for working in RAW than photoshop elements.
While trekking through the forest it occurred to me that I should slow done. Take in the atmosphere, work harder on observing what surrounds me, and see. Not just look, but see. In a short distance, I noticed all sorts of potential compositions.
In this instance, a twisted branch points the way. How many times have I asked for a sign, only to be unobservant of the one's that lay at my feet. While composing this, the thought of what lay beyond kept forming as my camera got lower, roots became more pronounced, and the opening grew brighter.
This is one instance where the female looks about as pretty as the male, if not prettier.
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Blue Hour, Sakrisoy, Lofoten, Norway
There are certain buildings that are so intrinsic to a particular location, that they become part of the landscape, quite literally in this instance.
This gorgeous orange rorbuer is such an iconic scene that it is impossible to pass by without stopping to take a photograph. The main difference that I see moving forward is the inclusion of a new wooden platform that extends over the water inlet in front of the rocks in the bottom of the frame to have photographers stood in a safe place instead of by the roadside.
On this particular occasion, the snow came in and completely hid the mountain behind the rorbuer, which always creates a more serene image.
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Nature, as we all know, is far from simple. Just a few instances here in this photo. One, this beautiful purple Ruellia hails originally from Mexico; and yet during the last century it's been naturalised all over the tropical world, also in Kuala Lumpur and environs. In this case, apparently, naturalisation is simple. And also - different often from those in human worlds - this exotic is nurtured carefully; here in park borders far from Mexico. Two, our Asian Honeybee seems to have no problem at all in her symbiotic relationship with North American Ruellia. Three, pollination might seem to be a simple process... but just think how many factors come into its success. I watched these Bees for a bit and noticed that it was only very occasionally that their pollen-laden backs touched the Flower's pistil. The pay-load seemed very low indeed. And yet Nature 'works'.
158719 heads north west across the low plains between Keith and Elgin with an Inverness bound service. The signal to the right of the train is superfluous in this instance, but are the lineside wires?
Compositionally Challenged Week 3 - Repetition
I used this same straw flower a couple of months ago for CC, another instance of repetition. ; )
This English built race car of the very early 20th century, a time when the automobile, and the auto industry around the world was in it's infancy was already breaking speed and race records. During these early days when most people around the world had yet to see their first car on the roads this car, a 1904 Napier L48, with 242 feet of copper pipe wrapped around the nose and sides of the car, basically a radiator, that provided cooling for this beast was making a name for itself around the world.
And now, a little history about this little known car by me, and by most of us:
Founded by David Napier in 1808, the company produced machinery for the financial, printing and munitions industries for almost a century before shifting to other fields of engineering. David was succeeded by his younger son, James Murdoch Napier, who was an admirable engineer but a poor businessman. The company faced dire times, and at one point, James Napier was looking to sell it off, but failed. After James Napier’s passing, his son Montague inherited the business, becoming a third-generation Napier businessman in the process. Montague also had talents as an engineer and was fond of racing bicycles. Through a chance encounter with Selwyn Francis Edge, a British businessman and then manager at Dunlop Rubber (the tyre company, among other things) and amateur racer H.J. Lawson, things started to turn around.
Edge and Lawson enlisted the help of Montague Napier to improve a Panhard racing car to make it more competitive and offered to build a new engine of his own design for it. This eventually led to Edge spurring Montague Napier into building performance cars with great success. The first cars were built in 1900, and it didn’t take long for Napier cars to go racing. In June of 1900, S.F. Edge entered an 8Hp Napier in the Thousand Miles Trial of the Automobile Club (now the RAC), where it won its class. Cars would also be entered in the Gordon Bennett Cup, one of the earliest and most prestigious annual races in the early days of the motor car. Napier won it in 1902 with its K5 but failed to do so the following year. And this is where the L48 comes in.
The Napier L48, built in 1904, was the result of a suggestion by Charles Faroux (automotive journalist and one of the creators of the Le Mans race) to build a six-cylinder engine to combat tyre slippage as its power delivery would be smoother than the engines Napiers used before that. Montague designed a 15-litre inline six-cylinder engine that produced 240bhp. Montague’s aim was to break the land speed record with it, which it achieved in 1905 as it broke the Flying One Mile World Record at 104.65mph (168.42kph) and became the first-ever British car to break the 100mph barrier. Multiple new records followed, and the L48 proved successful for Napier in many areas. The first engine that was built for it even went on to power the Nautilus II speedboat built by Percy and Fred Cornwell, with which it set a World Water Speed Record. That made Napier the first-ever manufacturer to hold both the land and water speed records.
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Over time, it gained an even larger 20-litre capacity engine and it continued to be raced until it was sold off as scrap in 1909. The car was dismantled, and parts were lost over time until Alan ‘Bob’ Hawker Chamberlain uncovered it in the Cronwell pottery factory (of Percy and Fred Cornwell) sometime in the 1950s. A photograph was printed in a British magazine with a request to people who might know more about it. With the help of Anthony Heal, who researched the Napier company extensively, it was determined this was the original engine and a decision was made to recreate the original Napier L48 racing car. The engine was fully restored and started for the first time in 67 years on July 8th, 1982. At some point in the 1980s, an original body was also discovered, but Bonham’s information doesn’t shed much light on that part of the L48’s story.
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Ever since it was rebuilt, the L48 has been campaigned numerous times, attending the Goodwood Festival of Speed in 1994 and 2000, for instance. Everywhere it goes, it makes a lasting impression, mostly for its unusual looks. The car was designed with a rather unconventional exterior radiator, where 80 copper tubes almost fully surround the engine to provide the cooling needed for such a behemoth when being pushed to its absolute limit. That radiator is also the reason why the car was nicknamed ‘Samson’, in reference to the flowing locks of the biblical strongman. Just imagine sending this down the Florida beach in an attempt to break the 100mph barrier on bicycle wheels and with rudimentary breaks all around, needing to pump up oil pressures and fuel pressures by hand while you raced along on the sand. What an experience that must have been!
In the early 1990s, ownership changed from the Chamberlain family to Peter Briggs, an Australian businessman with a huge passion for cars. Making his fortunes in the mining industry, Briggs, at one point, owned more than 200 cars, which he regularly paraded and raced in vintage motorsport events. He’s won awards at Pebble Beach and Villa d’Este, and in March of 2022, he won an award with the Napier L48 in the Sydney Harbour Concours d’Elegance. Sadly, Peter Briggs passed away that year and the L48 is now being auctioned by Bonhams.
The car is being offered at an estimate of USD 900,000 to USD 1.1 million and will come across the auction block on February 29th at the Amelia Island Auction event. Such unique cars rarely change ownership, and I only hope whoever ends up buying this one will keep showing it to the public, as it might inspire future Montague Napier’s, S.F. Edge’s, Alan ‘Bob’ Chamberlain’s and Peter Briggs’.
The car was sold for US$742,000 (including premium) at the Bonhams Amelia Island Auction on February 29, 2024.
'Chicken Bus' in Antigua -
Antigua, Guatemala
Here's another instance where I rejected a better, more interesting photo back in 2009 when I published a color capture of a Guatemalan 'Chicken Bus'. The photo above is clearly a better shot, but what really shocks me is how, with more skill and modern tools, I can now bring to life a photo that was taken with a compact Canon point-and-shoot...in 2006!
An instance where I found the focal length of the lens to be too much. There weren't a lot of openings in the leaves to get the full view of the owl.
I “Love The Rain” for plenty of reasons, of course. In this instance for the beauty, richness and the way it’s combined with the Sunshine after this passing storm. The air got muggy with heat but the beauty was intensified when both rain and sunshine simultaneously landed on the pedals of this beauty few roses. Thanks for viewing and any comments you might leave any of my captures, Have a great weekend.
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I shot various instances of this scene, trying to get the tree and the building to play nice with everything else. If only there were clouds.
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'Step the Divide'
Camera: Mamiya RB67
Lens: Mamiya-Sekor 4.0/180mm
Film: Lomo Berlin 400
Process: Rodinal; 1+50; 13.5min
Lincoln County, Washington
March 2021
Recently I took a visit to Bruny Island off the south eastern coast of Tasmania. As we move through this series I hope to be able to enlighten you of all the beautiful things it has to offer visitors.
To kick things off I want to show you some infrared photographs taken around the Cape Bruny Lighthouse at dawn. Infrared provides us with a particularly high contrast look. In this instance I was struck by the way the infrared light is reflecting off the clouds behind the lighthouse. You can actually see the brightest point of the sun's infrared rays about halfway up the lighthouse.
This is the third oldest lighthouse in the country (1836) and the light itself stands 114 metres above sea level. It was designed and built under the direction of Tasmania's most famous colonial architect, John Lee Archer (1791-1852).
Hogna lenta are an ambush predator. They emerge at night from their burrows and wait and wait and wait. Eventually some unsuspecting critter (in this case a cricket) will stroll on by, going about it's business, and pass within striking distance of this tiger of the invert world and BOOM.... Hogna lenta leaps onto its prey, they roll and she is on her back with the cricket on top of her, but that is just fine, as in this position the cricket is helpless, its powerful legs having no ground to purchase. Hogna lenta stays in this position for nearly 10 seconds allowing her venom to take effect before flipping over in an instance to dine at her leisure.
There are several old clay pits in my area from earlier brick production, and these clay pits today form small idyllic lakes for us to enjoy.
Camera: Toyo Field 45A
Lens: Fujinon-W 135mm f:5.6 (yellow filter)
Exposure: 2" secs @ F/22
Film: Fomapan 200 Creative 4x5" large format film hand developed in Xtol replenished
Used quite a bit of front tilt in this instance.
Okavango Delta
Botswana
Southern Africa
The Giraffe of Botswana are of the southern Africa race or commonly known as the southern Giraffe. The Botswana giraffe population is stable.
Giraffe have the loosest social structure in the animal kingdom with the groups changing in size constantly as individuals move from one place to another. Despite this loose social structure male Giraffe tussle for dominance for it is the stronger that gets the females when they are in heat.
Giraffe in Botswana are preyed upon by lions and hyenas and leopards. They mainly attack youngsters under one year of age. In one instance, a leopard attacked a four day old giraffe and holding it by the throat until chased off by the mother. The baby slowly hobbled to its feet with help from the mother but it was very badly injured. The mother began to move off slowly for the baby to follow but it finally succumbed to its injuries. The mother hung around for some time before moving off.
The Giraffe of the Okavango Delta suffer from an eye infection that often blinds them in both eyes resulting in the particular animal staggering around until taken by a predator or falling and unable to stand up. This disease flares up at unspecified times.
There was something faintly biblical about all of this. It was the fortieth day of the new year, and so far (with the exception of the seven we spent in Alicante during January), every single one of the forty had brought rain. Sometimes a persistent drizzle, occasionally a series of passing showers, and more often than was good for us, a wall to wall day of endless downpour. Meanwhile, I was being treated to exclusive views of the wider world beyond these shores. Mike was parading along the penguin highway in Antarctica and marvelling at the mountains of Patagonia. John was swimming with sharks in the Maldives. Not the type of sharks that would result in him having to count his remaining limbs afterwards, I might add. Black Fin Reef Sharks if you want to reassure yourself before booking that desert island holiday. It all got too much, and this pair of itchy feet needed scratching. So I span the globe, closed my eyes and shoved in a pin. Obviously I’d have to have another go if it pointed to anywhere the locals might be hostile. Camborne, for example, is particularly edgy in the evenings. Where would we be going? Kuala Lumpur perhaps? Winnipeg or Valparaiso? Nope, not quite.
Ok, so it didn’t happen quite like that. There were no pins and no globes, no matter how enchanting the idea might be. But for some quite convoluted reasons that I’m not going to trouble the reader with here, we were on our way to our nation’s capital. No, not Truro, Brian. That’s where I go to visit the dentist and my teeth were fine last time he checked them. Today, on the fortieth day of rain and foul tempest, the train was taking us to London for a few days of metropolitan meandering. The Somerset Levels, famously prone to winter flooding, looked like an inland sea, with miles and miles of flooded fields filling the flat lands on either side of the train window. It was a sight that was beautiful and tragically prophetic all at once. Would the rain ever stop? Might it be dry in London? Could we hope for just a few days’ break from this eternal deluge?
And as we were set on a course of sightseeing, shows, and in my case, a Premier League football match on Tuesday evening, photography wasn’t on the agenda at all. Not that the capital lacks for subjects of course. Some of you have shown me just how photogenic London can be. And while I may have cause to return soon, and hopefully take the camera with me, today wasn’t that day. Besides which, try and take the kind of camera that you and I own into a major football stadium and you’ll be turned away at the entrance gate. But it was in the minutes before setting off as I went through the house, switching off electrical sockets and checking windows that I noticed the little Olympus, sitting emptily on its tiny tripod, untouched and unappreciated since I took it swimming in the Red Sea over a year earlier. Yes, the waterproof camera, made for snorkelling, and ironically appropriate for the conditions at hand. Designed to slip into a coat pocket with ease, with an agreeable enough focal range and entirely permissible inside the stadium, I could carry it with me and not be encumbered - or ejected. And while it might be a bit lacking in the megapixel department, it does at least shoot in raw. All of these thoughts probably raced through my brain as I pulled the charger from a nearby drawer, checked the SD card was loaded, and popped the camera into my rucksack.
On the first morning, we went for a stroll around the local neighbourhood. Down to the Thames Barrage and then back towards the Excel Centre over the footbridge above the Royal Victoria Dock. For a while it managed not to rain. Just for an hour or so at least. And while almost six weeks of tempest may have brought their tribulations, here they added a silvery kind of softness to the light over the towers of Canary Wharf, a mile or two to the west.
Well of course this camera has its limitations. Put it in aperture priority and rather than gradually creeping up the dial, it lurches through the numbers quite alarmingly. Any instances of pixel peeping (Steve!) will be taken seriously and reported to the proper authorities. Best just to appreciate the sense of what we were seeing here rather than diving into fine details that don’t exist. The old adage stands that the best camera is the one that’s sitting in a box three hundred miles away at home. Still, this one did its job well enough and rendered the scene in a way that matched the quiet palette before us. Next to no work needed at all in fact. It’s all here; the thrusting commerce, the tourism, and a nod to the old industry that once saw this place humming with activity of a different kind.
As I write, it’s the forty-sixth day of the new year. And guess what. It’s still raining. Still biblical. I’m wondering whether to repurpose the contents of the log store in the garden and start building an ark.
It is widely known that travel broadens the mind.
On my trip to Laos, for instance, I had the opportunity to learn about the region's characteristic methods for transporting heavy loads.
Here you can see the version typical of this area: a bamboo pole with two baskets—woven from natural fibers like bamboo, rattan, or bast—hanging from it. In other regions, carrying baskets made from the same materials are used instead; these are carried using straps that rest either on the shoulders or against the forehead.
I have immense respect for this elderly lady, by the way. The load she is carrying up this rather steep road looks incredibly heavy.
Das Reisen bildet ist ja weithin bekannt.
Auf meiner Reise nach Laos habe ich zum Beispiel die regional typischen Techniken kennenlernen dürfen, um schwere Dinge zu transportieren.
Hier seht er die für diese Region typische Variante. Eine Bambusstange an der zwei aus Naturfasern (Bambus, Ratan oder Bast) geflochtene Körbe hängen. In anderen Regionen werden an dieser Stelle aus dem seben Material gefertigte Tragekörbe verwendet, die mit Riemen wahlweise auf den Schultern oder an der Stirn getragen werden.
Ich habe übrigens absolute Hochachtung vor dieser älteren Dame hier. Das, was sie hier gerade diese recht steile Strasse hinauf transportiert sieht ziemlich schwer aus.
It is hard to get out away from the family to get shoots sometimes. In this instance we were on a camping trip in the Tetons. I kept telling myself I was going to get a sunrise over the lake but the cold weather always stopped me. This was the last night there, it was now or never. I brought a chair, set up the tripod and waited. I was a bit surprised how many people were out around the lake at this hour. One burly dude in flannel (can you trust a dude alone at a lake in flannel?) sundered up to my spot, just about 10 feet from and sat. And sat. He just stood there looking the same direction I was looking. I could almost feel him looking at my gear out of the corner of my eye. Finally he mumbles, almost as if he were talking to the mountain "6d?" Ok, now I am even more nervous, he knows my gear. He was still not looking at me at all, could he feel the presence of the Canon? "Yes" I replied. Silence. I am ready for anything at this point, testosterone in overdrive. What felt like an eternity passed (about 15 seconds in my overly dramatic mind). Then he reaches into his coat...this is it, he is getting a knife, or a gun..I get ready to rush him, almost leaping across the rocks..then he turns, smiles, and pulls out a Canon 6d also. "Me too" he says. We proceed to talk shop while I am still shaking form the adrenaline rush. This image is for you creepy flannel man.
I already posted one image from this shoot in blue, pre-sunrise. Truth is I liked it better, but I thought I should revisit the set of brackets I shot that morning.
I am always drawn to images that are dark. Usually very dark. They just seem to pull me into the image. The thing is, I keep trying to shot dark images, and process dark images. I just can't seem to get them the way I want, dark. I almost forced myself to keep this dark while I processed it. Looking back, I wish I had gone into the lake to shoot this, it would have been more dramatic.
Singapore, 2025
Last year, my photography journey was far from fulfilling, leaving me with a sense of dissatisfaction. Despite my efforts, my creative growth appeared to have reached a standstill, as I repeatedly found myself reverting to familiar approaches. While there were moments where I saw potential in some photos, I overall felt that they didn’t meet the vision I had in mind. It became evident that I didn’t give myself the necessary space to evolve.
Moreover, the increasing demands of my work had a significant impact on my eyesight. The discomfort from two instances of eye infection added to my frustration, which was a real bummer, and I found myself feeling drained more often.
The overall experience left me yearning for more time to rest, refine my photography approach, and hone my craft, thereby pushing my boundaries.
Remember
In an instance we remember. a smell, song, taste, sound, word.
Our eyes can't hide it. The sadness of those who have passed. You may be gone but never forgotten. Memories locked up tight in the mind like unearthly treasures. We miss you and look back upon you fondly. Thoughts make one smile and laugh. The eyes can't hide the sadness of loss. The memories bring smiles and comfort. We miss you but will never forget you.
baby Yousef :D
No edit :)
Exposure: 0.003 sec (1/320)
Aperture: f/5.6
Focal Length: 135 mm
ISO Speed: 320
Exposure Bias: 0 EV
Flash: No Flash
About the only instance of sun on this morning's run of eastbound NS 125 to Centralia, IL, seen here approaching Hoffman on the Southern-West District. And a Kelby sighting...making distinct radio calls using a most proper call sign: "Pennsylvania 8102"
Thanks to WR for the heads up on this move. 8102 ran to Kansas City on road-railer 255 on Friday, so it was not terribly surprising to see this unit sent back east a couple days later.
GBRf's 66733 edges across the North Viaduct on the Horseshoe curve with 6E45 0807 Fort William to North Blyth alumina empties.
The glen in this instance is the snappily named Achadh-innis Chailein which leads up to Loch Lyon and Bens Dothaidh and a' Chuirn.
Re the viaduct, the following (abridged) text from the Canmore site - this viaduct was built by Formans & McCall of Glasgow to carry the West Highland Rly across the Allt Kinglas; it opened on 11 August 1894, and remains in use. It is of lattice girder type and its length of 576 ft (175.6m) includes nine spans of 60 ft (18.3m); it was built by hoisting the girders into position with cantilever lifting tackle.
24th November 2021
Ključavničarska ulica, or “Locksmith Street,” is a narrow alley in the medieval old town in the Slovenian capital city. The start of the lane is marked with an image of a key, historically used to note the street name for those that couldn’t read. As you continue down the path, a mysterious sight unfolds.
Cutting through the middle of the cobblestoned street is a gully that appears to be flowing with hundreds of strange little faces. The limbless bronze casts are highly expressive, almost theatrical. Some are happy, some crying, some almost grotesquely distorted. There are 700 of these bronze faces running through the center of the alley, culminating in a drinking fountain and a couple other odd sculptures, namely a bronze hand and a skeleton trapped in a cage.
This surreal scene is the work of the renowned Slovenian sculptor Jakov Brdar, whose bizarre bronze figures can be found throughout Ljubljana. Often, his work is inspired by Greek mythology, as is the case with the sculptures on the Butchers’ Bridge in the center of the city. The faces of Locksmith Street were inspired, however, by a piece of writing by the poet Rainer Maria Rilke. It begins, “To think, for instance, that I have never been aware before how many faces there are. There are quantities of human beings, but there are many more faces, for each person has several.”
A wonderful long light instance in Skjelfjorden fjord on the Norwegian Lofoten islands. It was here where Briitish Troops had a naval station during the submarine war with Germany, rests of which can still be seen further afar in the fjord.
I stumbled into an article written by a Chinese scholar who has been living in America for forty years - it was in Chinese and this is essentially a machine translation :
I mentioned in my last article that Britain had dominated the world earlier than the United States by 100 years. But Britain has now outlived her ultimate prosperity being stagnant overall but nonetheless wealthy. On the other hand, the way United States took over the world's hegemony was more abrupt, and it's decline is so much faster. In terms of major social, political, and economic indicators, the degree of zombification and decay in US has left the United Kingdom way behind.
What I mean by zombification is particularly relevant in terms of vertical mobility as far as the whole economy is concerned. The chance of the children from the lower class getting into the middle class, with the middle class students merging with the elites are so slim. By elites, I am not referring to the cultural elites, either scholarly or ideologically, but the oligarchs who dominate and monopolize all the economic achievements, what the Americans call the "top 1% ". Ever since the late stage of Cold War, American society, which originally exemplify high vertical mobility, geared into a reversal. After the Cold War, this process continued to accelerate. Today, the United States is stuck with the lowest social mobility among the the advanced countries. To make things worse, not only is there a wide and deep divergence dividing the classes up, actually not only is the lower class but even the middle class are also being ransacked systemically, so that the gap is getting wider and wider. Say for instance, the median income as a whole in US has become basically stagnant for the past 30 years. And more than 90% of the economic growth in the period went into the pocket of the top 1%. Such phenomena also happened in the United Kingdom, but only to a lesser extent by far.
I have been saying for the last few years that such a change started in early 1970s when the American oligarchs pushed back against President Johnson ’s “Great Society" policies. Actually, there were three main axis:
1) Deteriorating quality of the public education has left the middle and lower class students with a higher hurdle when competing for university placement, so they are categorically excluded from the elite class. This problem comes not only from the lousy Libtard "education experts" but also through the encouragement and indulgence of the vested class both by means of propaganda and political shaping. The United Kingdom has at least recognized the severity and has set about making reforms; the United States is devoid of both the will and the capability to reform.
2) De-industrialization and financialization of the economy came just too rapid, making the transition of the middle class impossible. Financial sector is inherently disposed to monopolize the whole of market profits. Globalization has further promoted the outsourcing of manufacturing jobs, a great impetus to give up employment in lieu of higher profits. Under Liberal Economics-led policies, both countries are pushed to the extreme in the pursuit of forever higher return rate. Britain and US work from shoulder to shoulder in this respect. As such, the salaried class are left with no choice other than either unemployment or the impotence to demand any salary increase or both. Britain has at least universal health insurance and other welfare protections whereas the United States is somewhat inferior to the Third World countries in these aspects.
3) The rotting of the ruling class and the foolishness of voters from the lower and lower middle class complement each other, ensuring that any reforming force is "turned the other way round", cracking and deepening the division even further. I have already illustrated this process several times before logically and with supporting evidence, but the development of the past two years, and the retrogression especially after the election of President Trump ( such thing as tax cuts for the wealthy people), nonetheless is beyond the imagination of any people of the right mind. Such historic populism is phenomenal, it's a great leap forward from quantitative to qualitative change !
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See w th your own Eyes How Viruses Spread in Air : you can jump in from min.2 onwards
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Michelangeli plays Galuppi - Sonata
(1962)
www.youtube.com/watch?v=sRVg_qqcRSw
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(1965, remastered)
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Scarlatti by Clara Haskil
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Erik Satie : Paris in Oil Paintings
As amazing as the Lofoten might look in bright sunlight, their Northern character reveals itself more in stormy weather as I feel.
Europe, The Netherlands, Zuid Holland, Rotterdam, Kop van Zuid, Rijnhaven, Dredging, Boskalis, Strandway (slightly cut from B &T)
It doesn't seem to get more industrial than this, the Boskalis trailing suction hopper dredger (TSHD) Strandway (Shipkits Groningen and Stocznia, Poland (2014)) in the Rijnhaven in front of the 'Cordico' flour plant. It’s there for the redevelopment of the Rijnhaven. Worldwide there aren't a lot of these dredgers, an they move all over the world. The Strandway for instance, was used for the dredging of the New Suez canal.
Some background about this old harbour basin. It was created in 1895 to offer shelter for Rhine vessels (rijnaken), when they could not operate due to the freezing of the rivers during the winter. After the creation of the Rijnhaven (Rhine harbour), the transit freight traffic to Rotterdam continued to increase and it was made suitable for large sea-going vessels by deepening it. As planned, the Rijnhaven became an important port for the transhipment of bulk goods 'on stream' - the sea-going vessels were moored on buoys, separate from the quay and their cargo was moved directly to rhine ships. In de 70/80s of the last century, the Rijnhaven lost its transhipment function and was brought back to its old function. In 2015, the rhine ship berths were moved to, among others, the Maashaven. Enabling the redevelopment of the old harbor of which 30% will be filled up. The rest of the harbor will be turned into a floating park: here.
In the BG is the former Co-Op factory , then Latenstein’s meelfabriek (flour factory) and now Codrico. Architect: J.J.M. Vegter / engineering: A. Aronsohn. It consists of a silo building and a mill building on the quay. In the building, all parts of the manufacturing process have been given their own building proper part with their own construction and their own architectural expression. There’s, by the way, a nice urban legend about the structure on top of the silo: Rumour had it that urbanist Riek Bakker (who designed the Kop van Zuid) lived there for a while to get the right sense of place of the area ;-)
The somewhat silly ".7xEF20-213mm f/4.5" in the camera/lens description, flags the use of the Viltrox 'Canon to Lumix' mount adaptor / speedbooster in combination with the good old Tamron AF 28-300 LD ASP 285D.
This is number 262 of Urban frontiers.
and 5 of the new Rijnhaven, the redevelopment album.
I mentioned when I first posted the Suburban Dreams - 65 Photographs slideshow that a major influence on this project was the Australian art photographer Bill Henson. In particular I think of the suburban photographs in his magnificent book, "The Light Fades but the Gods Remain."
I thought this was a particular instance of a Henson sky.
Sprocket, in a rare instance when she can successfully stop me from whatever I was about to do and make me grab a camera for a few shots, one of which ultimately fits the weekend's Happy Caturday theme (sorry, usually of the broader ones like today's). Time constraints normally dictate the use of my everyday-carry camera, the timing was right for me to go fetch the DSLR.
Wishing all of you a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, and a fun, safe, and rewarding Happy New Year!
Princess Chelsea is a lot less twee than fellow kiwi band The Beths, for instance, but the songs come from the heart and the whopping 7 live member band played for almost an hour. Lead singer Chelsea Lee Nikke was quite a ham with her Judas Priest shirt. You could tell she might be a little anxious but she rocked out like she was meant to play stadiums.
Though I photographed the entire set, this was the last photo I took of Nikke when the song were all done and she was fooling around with her band mates. There were no other photographers at the show that I saw and it's a small enough venue that you don't need a photopass and there's no three song limit.
Whenever I photograph a show that actually does require a photopass (most recently Angel Olsen), I am often with other photographers who are obsessed with access to the show, many of whom stay for only just those three songs and miss out on the rest of the music. I prefer seeing bands in smaller clubs and I know for a fact that the first three songs usually have the worst lighting and the lowest amount of energy compared to the remainder of the set. How sad to experience just the first three songs of every band and be constantly doing tones of work just to cover the next first three songs of another band.
For some, music is a living. For me, it's just what I live for.
princesschelsea.bandcamp.com/music
**All photos are copyrighted**
This was one of those instances when I was out to shoot the sunset, but it wasn't very special. Turning to my left (south) however, the clouds were lit up like they were on fire.
The peaks in the foreground, from left to right, are Eagle Mtn, Buck Knob and Bell Knob. Centered in the rear is the valley of the upper Hiwassee River. On the horizon to the right, above Bell Knob, is Georgia's tallest mountain, Brasstown Bald. If you look real close you can see the visitor center tower at the summit.
yet another panoramic view of the crystalline transparency of air, water and light high up in Norway's North.
This tree root that had washed ashore drew the attention of a few photographers. I was no exception and later I found myself wondering what they did with their opportunity. I returned on a couple of occasions and at different times to find each instance quite unique. This one has the root serving to frame a sunset and young people who enjoyed the golden light.
I believe that everything can tell a story.
Sometimes you can look at an object or place and get clues to fill in the information. For instance, this house. It’s quite obvious that something happened here. Part of the siding is missing, there is a broken window and the doors are either boarded up or barricaded. One of the columns supporting the porch is gone. The yard is mowed though, surely someone still cares about this place?
Other times you are given the information. Let’s be honest, I didn’t end up here without already knowing something about what happened. And it was definitely apparent that something happened. I passed big piles of debris with heavy equipment moving around. The sound of construction workers banging hammers echoed through the landscape. Both information and context of the surrounding environment can result in some powerful storytelling.
However nothing would prepare me for what comes next. As I was taking a photo of this house, I was approached by a lady walking down the street. “Are you lost?” she says. She didn’t see my camera but she noticed that I was traveling down a street that had been deserted. Long driveways that lead to nowhere, piles of debris on both sides and no vehicles around. I was in front of one of the few houses still standing on that block.
“No”, I said. I briefly told her who I was and explained that I was a photographer. I told her that I liked to tell stories. Her eyes started to tear up, and then she proceeded to tell me her account of December 10, 2021. The night that a wicked EF4 tornado ripped through the center of Mayfield, Kentucky.
She told me that she didn’t lose anyone but she knew others who have lost someone or lost their belongings. Even though the twister occurred almost a year and a half ago by this point, she was still helping people affected by the storm. Some who lost everything. Then she switched tones and started talking about growing up in Mayfield and living in this neighborhood. She said she needed someone to talk to and it was God’s work that we both ended up meeting each other this day.
“One final thing”, she said. “…Mayfield is here to stay”. She wanted me to emphasize with my photos that despite the destruction, the community is deeply rooted here and rebuilding. It may look rough now, but the people who live here still have hope. Ms. Donna then thanked me for listening and said it made her day getting to talk to me. It made my day getting to talk to her too.
Today’s post will mark the beginning of a small series that highlights Mayfield since the twister that passed through in 2021. While some photos will show the devastation from this tragic day, I hope that you are also able to see the hope that still shines through in this community.
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Mayfield, Kentucky
(Or in this instance, flattening my lensball in Photoshop.)
It's a sign of the times that phrases and idioms such as the above are in more common usage these days as are words such as 'unprecedented' - and how we say to our friends and loved ones each time we chat, instead of saying "Bye for now!" we say 'Keep Safe; keep well " and naturally , " I love you" , when we should be using the two latter each time. Then of course it's worrying that if you Say things often enough , they can lose their meaning . I sure hope not, so Keep safe and keep well everyone.....
One minute, Life can change and you don't know what to do.. Your partner in chime, your best friend, your soul mate, has a minor stroke. You feel helpless, lost, and shocked. You are so far away you don't know what to do.. All you can do is be there in spirit and pray that they are ok. Thank God, he is doing great, on the road to recovery.
Everyone, please take care of your health, and you notice something odd or you feel off.. Go get it check out, don't wait.. Waiting can change everything on how your are treated..
Get well my love.. You are my heart and Soul!
Taken at Isle of Rowlyria
Landmark to Isle of Rowlyria: maps.secondlife.com/secondlife/Rowlyria/150/47/29
Windlight by BattleScars
Pose by: Hazeel: A Day to Relax