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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."
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.
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.
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2015 Memory - Tokyo, Japan
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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Memory Lane Travel of Golborne Great Manchester VDL Futura FC15 MLC was visiting the Devils Porrage Museum at Eastriggs.
I know that I really do try and avoid Princes Street but I am having to make an exception this time around. These single deckers at 10 years old have started to become rather unreliable to say the least with each one now having their own wee fault. This is why they are expected to be exiting Lothian in the coming weeks.
However, this time last month I had only four of the 10 that are in imminent departure risk. So, I have been trying to catch them which has not exactly been easy as many of them are already not out much at all (6 & 7) This one here though was the one most wanted as I remember the first time I rode on it back in the summer of 2013 as a rather young enthusiast.
So, here we see Lothian Buses 2 finally off my list and quite pleased as it has not returned to service since on a service 1 is main route from its first day on Princes Street on a day where the sun was shining perfectly in this direction, on the way to Clermiston.
"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.
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.
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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
An Old South Eastern Tennessee Home
In Upper Philadelphia, Tennessee ...
IF The Walls Could Only Talk ... The Stories We Would Here ...
I Am Sure It Would Be Stories, Of Hard Times. Hard Work, And Raising A Big Ole Family ...
Amazingly It Is Still In This Great of Condition ....
Surely Must Of Been The Home Place Of Some Family, That Chose to Hold On To Memories of Long Ago ...
Have Most Enjoyable Week -End ... Cindy
Taken June 10th 2016
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!
The other day, while driving, I found myself pondering memories, and the making (and keeping) of them. I was driving past a high school with a cougar on its sign - a mascot, I assume. That got me thinking about high school in general, and how, when you're in that phase of your life, it feels like your entire life. Your mood, self image, all tied up in this tiny little part of your life. It's a stepping stone, really, but at times it feels like the lake itself, deep and untraversable.
I was lucky enough to take a couple of college courses while in high school, which meant leaving that K-12 building a couple times per week to enter an entirely different environment. Clothes and style and conversation mattered less, career path and determination mattered more.
So my concluding thought was: how do I make sure my son realizes how much more is out there? How do I encourage him to think beyond the bubble of his grade school and high school environments?
Some things are only important when you're experiencing them. I remember only tidbits about grade school, high school. So many days passed without ever registering themselves in my long-term memory banks.
And that's true today, as well. Most days are simply lived, a blip on the calendar, full of laundry and dishes and work and appointments. Very few days are remembered.
That scares me. I want to remember it all, especially now that I have a child. He's almost nine months old now... how many things about those nine months do I remember? Will I remember, in five years? Ten?
I think the surest aids to storing memories are to get outside and to experience new things. To adventure, explore, to enjoy the rainbows and sun and to endure the discomfort of the cold and rain. To visit a new place, to engage in new projects. And to make photographs that will help trigger those memories.
But not every day can be like that; not every day can be remembered (for most of us). Some days just flicker by, enjoyed but forgotten. It pains me to think about it, but it's the truth of living. So I try to be more present, in general. I try to notice things: light and laughter, the softness of my son's hair, the warm weight of him in my arms. The sound of Michael reading books to him every evening. The first smile he gives me in the morning. Those things make up my daily life right now, but it won't always be that way.
Image made with my Hasselblad 500 C/M at Mt. Rainier's Snow Lake last fall.
Amalia - Abstract Memories by Daniel Arrhakis (2017)
With the music : Amália Rodrigues - Gaivota (1970)
Remembering this unique Portuguese Singer of Fado and Artist Amalia Rodrigues (1920 - 1999)
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A Wonderful Weekend dear friends ! : )
Make it Interesting ~ Challenge #1
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Cloistered Memories by Daniel Arrhakis (2019)
With the music : City of the Fallen - Name Above All Names Extended
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