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Austin Java on Barton Springs Rd. In Austin of course..:) Great coffee and hand made Poptarts..:) Life is good. All kidding a side, it is a great place to get coffee, and all there locations have cool atmospheres. The food..Not so much..;) In fact, the food isn't that great in any of there locations. But, hay, they look cool.
Java Sparrow Maui, Hawaii.
No post-processing done to photo, only cropped. Nikon NEF (RAW) files available. NPP Straight Photography at noPhotoShopping.com
A fellow waterfaller and I actually caught some decent flow at Java Falls with the greenery due to a wet spring after visiting Letchworth State Park earlier
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Borobudur Temple is a huge Buddhist Temple located 40 km north west of Yogyakarta, Central Java, Indonesia. The temple was built during the golden age of Syailendra Dynasty, presumably between 750 and 825. Dark-grey volcanic stone was used for the construction of the monument, which is listed as UNESCO World Heritage Site.
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Burlington Northern Santa Fe train No. 14 crosses a snowy Java Bridge over the Middle Fork of the Flathead River at West Java, Montana, on March 2, 1997. A pair of BN SD40-2s bracket a former Santa Fe SD45 as power on the eastbound train.
Photographed in the Allen Lambert Galleria at Brookfield Place, Toronto. The back story: I noticed the light and shadows and waited for someone to *walk* through the shot. A few strolled by. But this guy came to a dead stop! ...in the middle of my frame!...took a long five second pull on his coffee (...CLICK...) and then walked on. Fluke? Or had he seen the camera and was just having some fun?! Dunno. Cropped and processed in PS.
The Java House in San Francisco near the Giant's ballpark: a good place for breakfast and lunch.
Happy Slider's Sunday everyone.
San Francisco CA
With fresh snow and freezing temperatures, a Burlington Northern freight climbs Montana’s Marias Pass at Java West on March 3, 1989, amidst the beauty of Glacier National Park in wintertime.
A Burlington Northern freight heads across Java Bridge at Java, Montana, on a frigid March 2, 1989. Trailing lead tiger-striped GP50 No. 3126 is a SD40-2, another GP50, a B30-7A and a fuel tender.
Doug Harrop Photography • May 26, 1976
A trio of streamlined F-units and a GP9 assist Burlington Northern train No. 808 over the 225 ft. length trestle at West Java, Montana.
We're at the cafe chewing the fat out of Poetics. We're
drinking exotic java from Sumatra's steamy mountains with
jiggerfuls of Bailey's Cream. We're going to tear down
the Lyceum tonight and wake in the bushes tomorrow with
aftershocks still crackling in our heads. We're guzzling more
of this oily, liquid explosive and ranting about Aristotle,
the cantankerous old duck he became when he left Athens for
the boy king of Macedonia. Mist rises from our fevered brains,
obscuring the room and the jazz and the rhapsodies we take turns
reciting. I am having an out of body experience, my eyes
so full of blue light and wistfulness I can feel the reverb
of my words, the syllables lining up in their linear rows,
bumping into each other as they slinky forward, end over
slurpy end. Nature chooses the proper meter, Aristotle says
through Bramdass' voice, and I'm agreeing and flogging my
tongue about for emphasis, becoming more profound as I kick
off my wing tips and begin to levitate. We're dealing out
our full deck of vocabulary words now, two high rollers,
two java worshipers approaching our frenzied peaks, our
Machu Picchuan summit. One or two well chosen handholds
and we can haul ourselves onto the lowest rungs of heaven. We
are astonished by our radioactive brilliance, Bramdass fallen to
his knees, fallen flat in his green ravine of shag carpet, joy
spilling from his eyes, the heady drunken joy of misfits.
--Miguel deO