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Laurel shot this of me biking into the horizon. These moments were one of my highlights of the burn. Visibility was like 20 feet at best. So humans, sounds, and sculptures just kind of faded in and out of the periphery of awareness, and for the most part it was just absolute silence and this beautiful vision of glowing sun and blue sky far far above. It kind of felt like dying in the most pleasant way possible...
I watched a programme on the poem 'Woods' by Louis MacNeice last night - and I can't resist putting this in, because it kinda fits...
In using the word tame my father was maybe right,
These woods are not the forest, each is moored
To a village somewhere near. If not of to-day
They are not like the wilds of Mayo, they are assured
Of their place by men; reprieved of the Neolithic light
By gamekeepers, or by Herrick's girls at play.
And we always walk out again.
Deansgate Tunnel, Rochdale Canal, Manchester [53.474513, -2.251980]
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i was playing around with PhotoBooth and found that this effect brought out how i'm currently feeling, on and off (plus i'm wearing a black hoodie)...some of you may know that i lost my dear father to cancer, two months ago....i'm heading in the right direction, with much support from family and friends; one of the things i am grateful for this thanksgiving...
i'm also slowly reconstructing my photostream, hence most of my images are on the private setting...
I WISH ALL OF MY FLICKR FRIENDS A HAPPY AND HEALTHY THANKSGIVING!!!
They had to dig deep to get water in Orvieto (explained in the Orvieto Underground tour)
It costs 4.50 euros to get into the well (or you can get a 5.50 euro ticket that let's you into the modern art museum as well) and you basically walk a long way down a circular staircase to the bottom then walk all the way back up...and I was exhausted by the time i reached the top! It was after 5pm when i visited (the well is open till 6pm in January, though i have no idea why as i was the only person there) so not much natural light got in, I did however take this 4 second exposure from the bottom of the well (you can stand on a platform across the water) I would advise visiting earlier in the day though.
ps This photo has not been altered in any way, this is how it turned out.
The hare prefers snow to frozen gravel.
Very short steps, it's been moving slowly. Because it likes being in the tunnel? Or wary of what may show up at the other end, prepared to turn around and run?
My brother walking through a tunnel under the road at the Birthplace of Aphrodite in Cyprus. It aold scan...think i need to get rid of those white flecks.
For more than 320 hours two miners kept their cool, sense of humour and strength, in order to walk proud and see the sunshine again.
This is a tribute to Brandt, Todd and their rescue team.
Our deepest condolences goes to the family of Larry Knight.
I went for a walk with friends yesterday, in Skåne - Sverige (Hofterup). The weather was rainy and this wonderful spot of light caught my attention- the light at the end of the tunnel :)
This was taken on one of my favorite trails through the forest to walk my dogs on. I wanted to go for that there's a light at the end of the tunnel idea. Hope you like it! =)
Work In Progress [WIP] for January 2013 challenge: use blue.
I started by writing words that came to mind when I thought of "crafting" and "January".
Since my Dad died, and after doing two complete dark seasons in the High Arctic, January has always been a hard month for me emotionally.
My theme became Seasonal Affective Disorder. Cold, dark with lots of snow and stars.
Funny story with this shot...While shooting in Decatur Memorial Day with some Flickr buds, Terri, Will, Pete and Jerry and I headed downtown. Pete and Will calls Terri and tells her that they found an open door to the train depot and it was really cool in there. So, silly us we naturally think photo op and head around the end of the building and find an open basement door. We go a few feet in but it was sooo dark you couldn't see so she calls them and asks where the heck they are at? They told her there was a door on the other side of the this dark room and they went through that door. Well long story short, Will and Pete were never down here, they were hiding in the grass watching our stupid gullible selfs falling for their crap. They had no idea this was just a black hole of a room. They were laughing there butts off when we got back up top.
I hope to see the light at the end of the tunnel tomorrow. Surgery scheduled at 6:45 so I may be archive digging for awhile. I am NOT a happy camper.
It’s not really a tunnel, it’s an alley under construction, so there’s scaffolding all the way down. That narrows it down to exactly the width of one car, so you can image my trepidation walking ten feet in and wondering if a car would be coming. It did. I had the forethought to tuck myself into a gap and yank my tripod in with me when the van went through. They never saw me.
Daylight fights back the darkness to reach the eyes of the traveler. Guiding, beckoning, reassuring. The tunnel is dark. The road can be dangerous, but he travels on, for there is light at the end of the tunnel.
The tunnel underneath Hwy 1 in Davenport, California. I used to laugh at my dad for calling the couch 'the davenport,' he was from Minnesota and I recall the cough his parents had was from Davenport, Iowa. Kids verified it gets pretty deep further (freezing cold water).
Work In Progress [WIP] for January 2013 challenge: use blue.
How do you draw "light at the end of the tunnel"? Thank goodness for Google Images - how did artists find reference photos before the internet? A placement and value plan.