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Some vintage vibe I've been feeling lately <3
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A fun little video from our Rifugia in the Dolomites workshop this past summer. We just had a couple of spots open up so if you are craving some mountain peaks and incredible Italian food, join us in the Dolomites this September!
“We all have our time machines. Some take us back, they're called memories. Some take us forward, they're called dreams.”
― Jeremy Irons
But dreams are dreams, only memories are real. Only when you treasure memories that you'll live well every moment in the present which will turn into another memory the next second...
Somewhere in Lantau Island, on the way to the airport, 2011
As in a memory of yesterday, when it was nice out (except for the darn mosquitoes). Now it's 52 degrees. More the way I expect June in the U.P. to be.
In ricordo di un' estate.
"Tutti i miei ricordi ti tengono vicino a me
nei momenti di silenzio, immagino che tu sia qui
tutti i miei ricordi ti tengono vicino
I tuoi sussurri silenziosi,lacrime silenti."
A few weeks ago I visited my parents and while I was there I also had the opportunity to photograph some autumn colors. For some time now I wanted to photograph this view and this evening I had the perfect conditions. Nice soft sidelight, a colorful forest below and a beautiful blue sky.
Tech: for this resutl I blended a couple of photos, one for the foreground, then one for the sky and one with me in the frame. In PS I put all together.
cheers
Living around rural Maine was the motivation to buy my first DSLR in 2008. I took this shot just weeks before I left to drive across country to live in Oregon
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Ngày....tháng...năm !!!!
3:30 AM
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- Sói
- 2 Be
- Zen
- Bộ 3 sống chết
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I [♥] all
In My Heart
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2015 Memory - Tokyo, Japan
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Revisiting old haunts. Feel free to compare and contrast.
Combining 5 exposures of 1.3 2.5 5 10 & 20 seconds
Aperture: f/16
Focal Length: 10 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Polarizing filter
As I am unable to attend this Year's Adelaide Fringe Festival in person, I decided to send an "ambassador" (a ball of string) to represent me at Tony Kearney's KNOT exhibition in Port Adelaide later this month.
I am delighted to report that said ambassador has arrived safely.
“Memory Knot” is a dense impenetrable mass, with no easily discernable beginning or end – full of knots, signposts and prompts which are all linked together but frustratingly inaccessible. The knots are sequential – all tied into one continuous thread – but in this ball of our memory they become interwoven. We see glimpses of detail, but the full sequence remains entangled, buried.
Explore #289 on Friday, February 6, 2015. Thanks Everyone!
It's 4 days before the official end of the DMIR and life finds me at Iron Junction for the first time.
This was long before I put any effort into railroad photography. I was an armchair railfan at this point, but I had acquired a $300 digital camera (a princely sum at the time, I might add) and was living on the Canadian border. I think it was a job interview that brought me to Eveleth, and with some time to kill I decided to go find this mythical place called Iron Junction. I had read about it and seen photos taken there on the interwebs and perhaps, even in a magazine.
As you can see my hunt was successful, as far as finding the location. The photography, not so much. But it did mean I shot maroon paint prior to the commencement of the assimilation.
If it matters, I think this was a Minntac load bound for Two Harbors with a tunnel motor and a pair of SD-M's for power. With the exception of the cars, which seem to be ageless, it is pretty much all gone now. There is still a maroon tunnel motor around but with no straight air it will never get this work again, and the M's have all moved on.
It's a photo that I am extremely thankful to have had the opportunity to shoot, even if it's not much from a technical standpoint. It makes me think of how excited I was at the time. It reminds me of why I put effort into railroad photography.
Having a tidy out on my hard drive and I came across a shot of the Flying Scotsman. The legendary Engine visited our area, back in March and we had fun chasing it for a week or more. There's something timeless about Steam Train shots and I thought it would be a shame to just delete it.
"There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief." Aeschylus
ain't that the truth!
I'm so looking forward to Battle River this September. Taking my oldest daughter with me this time. I have a feeling it'll help heal my heart and soul a bit. Lately I've been feeling a lot more down. Missing Phil more than before even. I get to where I desperately want to remember the sound of of his voice, his laughter, his telling me everything's okay.
Anyway, not saying this to gain sympathy. Just expressing myself is all.
Grief is a tough process. Something we all go through sooner or later.