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This is why I prefer shooting the details instead of the whole car, though I bet there are some out there who can tell me what car this is (yes, I do know).
Sometimes, it's all about the lines.
Where the utilities hang on the outside in the alley as a series of afterthoughts to the original building.
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Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland, captured in January 2025.
Wishing you all a wonderful weekend of photography my Flickr friends.
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15 Miles West of Bishop on Highway 168, Bishop, California
Intake II (Intake No. 2), a lake along Bishop Creek, located in Eastern Sierra,Inyo County.
Walking back through the fields after a day in the woods looking ( unsuccessfully ) for fungi late evening November 2018. There is two farm buildings in this image ,the one in silhouette is Middle Intake Farm, I cant find the name of the one in the foreground with all the trees but both are in a state of ruin...
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Candid eye contact street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of one of my favourite candid portraits from Glasgow, captured in June 2019. I hope that you are all having a great weekend of photography - stay safe!
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Technician Thomas Hardy had been ankles deep in his third tube of the day, his jump suit completely soaked through from being baked in this metal hell hole when the inevitable happened. A bead of sweat stung his eye and he dropped the cover plate that he had been trying to attach. He heard it fall, and fall, and fall, bouncing off the sides of the tube, through the many fans that hadn't been turned on yet and finally coming to rest some four stories below. Tech Tom pondered the piece of plastic for a moment, it was just decorative, something to cover up a minor relay and it's tiny wires. No one could see it, and the wires couldn't get wet in here...
The Bunker had been built 27 years ago to protect government officials, surgeons, people who had the means to line the right pockets, etc. from a nuclear attack. It was hoped that it would never be used of course, but it had been empty and maintained ever since. As a maintenance employee, Tech Tom had a golden ticket, he and his family were inside within minutes of the detection of warheads being launched. There were no sirens, nothing on television or radio, just a message on the selected fews' phones. No need to tell the general populace, they'd just clog the roads and then no one would live.
The long dining hall sat 1,000, or one third of the people inside so they were divided into groups of three and ate in shifts and it was time for group three.
It was surreal to hear laughter at a grim time like this, but laugh they did, Tech Tom figured they laughed for the same reason people have sex after a funeral, a reaffirmation of life, thankful to still be here instead of being among the millions dead and dying on the outside. Then Tom coughed, a little cough really, but then he noticed many quiet stifled coughs around him almost drowned out by the sounds of laughter and forks on plates. Tech Tom looked up at the shiny ventilation system...
Years ago a spider had made her home inside of Intake 22E7b, more specifically the open relay box, a nice quiet place to lay her eggs in their cocoon. This eventually caused a break in the two dollar circuit that was responsible for closing the vents on Intake 22E7b....
The entrance to the intake pipe is marked by the pole and floating white marker. Water is fed from this pipe via the penstock down to the power station in the Rakaia Valley.
We seem so exposed up here it whispers quietly to its neighbour. Those pines below us look so much safer, they have the sun longer than us, and than big mountain stands over us like a big cloud most of the day. Stick with me kid we’ll be OK, Ol’ Sheffield will watch over us, grow closer we’ll be ok together. Nervously it leans in, slowly they get closer. As the years pass hundreds of larches are planted higher and higher until they cover the hill behind and the pine feels less exposed but still envious of those pines down the intake wall, closer to the valley bottom. Then comes the winter of the bad storms, from November to February storm force wind hit the fells. The cracking and crashing starts above with larch upon larch fall to the ground, as frightened as the pines are they perceive to be bending less than their kin below, the mountain indeed was shielding them from the worst. However below they were direct line as the winds ripped over the col and hugs the side of the mountain following the contours of the descending valley. Pine after noble pine are felled, many taking the wall with the roots they hoped it would protect. And after each storm dies the fallen count gets higher, many decades to grow, moments to fall. Eventually the days get longer and the winds get lighter. We’re still standing kid I told you we would be OK, as the mountain casts it shadow for another day, and their crowns, which are now one catch the last light of the day.
Nice thunderstorm ambiance here in my hood.
Photoshopped picture. 3 layers - same location.
Hope you enjoy as i do! :)
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Colour re-edit of an old shot from July 2015. I have been playing around with colour grading a bit in these re-edits and opted for a slightly matte look in the blacks on this shot.
I now have over 5000 photographs in my 'Glasgow' album on Flickr. Enjoy!