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This is a photo of my partner recently taken at Tuntable Falls in NSW. For David this was a very special place as he was a part of a group of people who met in the 70's at the Aquarius festival which was held in Nimbin. It was then decided by some of the attendees to create a community where they continued to follow the beliefs from the festival. Taking David back to Nimbin was very special for me because he not only had the chance to relive the memories but he shared them with me. Knowing how special it was I wanted to capture the moment for him and I think I did well because it shows the true essence of both David and nature.
Playa Blanca. Prov. de Concepción. Chile.
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12/52 - Childhood Memories (52 Weeks: The 2016 Edition)
(Explored 3-24-16) (Dropped from Explore the next morning)
Several old photos of my younger brother and me. And one with my parents at the beach in Atlantic City.
My lovely dad passed away on Monday. We had just celebrated his 90th birthday two weeks ago in his favourite pub in Kilham. I feel absolutely bereft.
A sunflower..... alas, such beautiful memories from a time that has passed which lie buried in its revelation.... a time that will come again to create mental images to remember again the coming dark months years to come...
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.
Trip down memory lane, I remember being very excited about getting Now 1983 on Cassette... few years ago now!
…. is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.
Thomas Fuller
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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
This image is dedicated to all you snow bunnies back east who are experiencing the "historic" winter storm right about now. Try to stay warm and keep reminding yourselves, Spring is just a few short weeks away.
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.
Well... It's become an annual tradition to repost this photo on 9-11 in memory of that horrible day and all those that lost their lives. Amazing that it's really been 15 years.
In memory of that horrible day, and all those who lost their lives, It's become an annual tradition to change the date on my favorite photo of the Worlds Trade Center to move it up to the top.
I can't believe it has really been 13 years since that day. I still remember it like yesterday. I was actually out early that morning, cruising around the beach in Belmar, New Jersey. I was doing a shoot for New Jersey Monthly magazine. The DJ on the radio announced that a plane had hit one of the towers. I thought, 'That sucks!' Like everyone else, I just assumed it was a little single engine, private plane. The radio went about playing a few more songs. I kept seeing strange things happening. It took a while for my brain to put all the pieces together. I tried to make a call on my cell phone, and all circuits were busy. Never heard that before. There was a guy on Belmar boardwalk frantically pulling a huge flag down to half mast. I wondered, 'who died?' Then the DJ on the radio announced that a second plane had hit. I thought, 'now this is getting weird.' They went back to playing another song, and I could see tons of black smoke filling the horizon, looking out at the ocean, towards New York City. I wondered, 'what's burning?' Suddenly everything came together in my head. I realized' 'Oh SHIT! This is something REALLY BIG!' Just as I had that thought, the DJ cut off the song and said... "I'm sorry... I didn't realize the enormity of what is happening here. Someone just poked their head into the studio and told me a plane had hit the towers. This is really BAD! I'm going to switch over our broadcast to CNN news for the rest of the day" I ended up driving all the way to Sandy Hook that afternoon. I just had to see it with my own eyes. I couldn't believe what I was hearing on the radio was really happening. Sandy Hook has a great view of Lower Manhattan. I just stood there on the beach in silence, with a thousand other people, looking across the water at the smoke... Looking at a skyline now missing two huge buildings that I could see out my bedroom window as a kid. I still can't believe they're really gone. I went up to the top of one of the towers just a few months before they fell. It was so hard to believe that a few months later they were just rubble.
Here's something really weird. Just a couple days before 9-11, I did an outdoor art festival, selling some of my photography. I met the nicest couple. We talked for a while. They were asking me all about the big camping trip I had just taken out west. I invited them to come to the opening of a gallery show I was doing the next week. They said they would love to see the show, but they're flying to California on Tuesday, but they would love to see the show when they come back... A couple of days later, I saw their photos in the newspaper. They were on the infamous Flight 93 that crashed in Pennsylvania.
This was taken from Liberty State Park, back around 1990. It was a very long time exposure 5-10 minutes. The clouds were moving fairly fast, which created the streaky looking sky.
A moment of quiet reflection, thinking about the many times I've been to this lake. Frozen in the winter, shrouded in mist the fall. Memories of fantastic things I've seen standing not far from its banks; aurora, fireballs, meteor showers, galaxies, comets... they are still there or at least the memories, reflected in that lake. #Travel
This was taken from the ferry as we sailed out of St Malo, heading home. Seems such a distant memory when it is 3 degrees, grey and pouring with rain.
A very good flickr friend of mine recently posted some pictures from her trip to Santorini and she got me digging for my own memories. Santorini is probably rightfully called the Supermodel of the Greek islands because it's so recongizable and unique. Not that the other Greek islands lack in terms of beauty or character but let's face it, it's not that easy to find an island with a volcano and a caldera. Santorini, or Thira as its ancient Greek name is, sits at the Aegean pelagos (sea) in Greece and it's one of the most touristic islands of the country. It is famous for the volcanic ground and the small island of Kammeni, which is the actual crater of the volcano. The volcano errupted in 1646 BC and a huge part of Thira was submerged leaving only the tip of the crater above water. Side impact of this huge erruption was a tsunami that traveled all the way south to Crete island and destroyed the Minoan civilization. I took this photo from a vineyard right at the center of the main island and if anyone is lucky enough to visit Santorini i totally recommend this place for wine tasting (Santorini is famous for its wines) and enjoy the sunset from a less busy spot than Oia village (you will see photos from there in a future upload).
PS: please excuse me for the low quality of these series of photos as they were taken with a compact camera of relatively low resolution and 7 years back i had no clue what "composition in photography" means.
No man no cry - Jimmy Sax (live)
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Μια πολυ καλη φιλη εδω στο flickr προσφατα ποσταρε μερικες φωτογραφιες απο το ταξιδι της στη Σαντορινη και η κινηση της αυτη με εκανε να ξεθαψω κι εγω μερικες απο τις φωτογραφιες μου απο το νησι. Πιθανοτατα δικαιολογημενα πολλοι την αποκαλουν το supermodel των ελληνικων νησιων γιατι ειναι τοσο αναγνωρισιμη και μοναδικη. Οχι οτι τα αλλα νησια υστερουν απο αποψη ομορφιας και χαρακτηρα αλλα πως να το κανουμε, ηφαιστειο και καλντερα δεν εχουν. Η Σαντορινη, η Θηρα οπως ειναι το αρχαιο ονομα της, βρισκεται στο Αιγαιο πελαγος και ειναι ενα απο τα πιο τουριστικα νησια της χωρας. Ειναι πασιγνωστη για το ηφαιστειο της και το μικρο νησι της Καμμενης που ειναι η κορυφη του κρατηρα. Το ηφαιστειο εξερραγη το 1646 ΠΧ με αποτελεσμα το μεγαλυτερο μερος του νησιου να βυθιστει αφηνοντας μονο την κορυφη του κρατηρα πανω απο την επιφανεια της θαλασσας. Παραπλευρη απωλεια της ηφαιστειακης εκρηξης ηταν η δημιουργια ενος τσουναμι το οποιο κατέστρεψε το Μινωικο πολιτισμο της Κρητης. Η φωτογραφια αυτη ειναι τραβηγμενη απο ενα οινοποιειο στο κεντρο του νησιου και αν καποιος ειναι αρκετα τυχερος ωστε να ταξιδεψει εκει προτεινω ανεπιφυλακτα το μερος αυτο και για δοκιμη οινων αλλα και για να δει το ηλιοβασιλεμα απο ενα σημειο με λιγοτερο κοσμο σε σχεση με την Οια.
ΥΓ: η φωτογραφια αυτη καθως και οι επομενες που θα ακολουθησουν εχουν τραβηχτει με μια compact μηχανη με σχετικα χαμηλη (για τα σημερινα δεδομενα) αναλυση. Αυτο σε συνδυασμο με το οτι 7 χρονια πριν δεν ειχα ιδεα τη σημαινει συνθεση σε φωτογραφικους ορους εχουν σαφεστατα επηρρεασει την ποιοτητα των φωτογραφιων.
If you have good eyes, you might be able to spot a few rows of tile that have fallen off near the top third of the silo, exposing yet another row behind it. In the very early 1900s, many midwestern silos were built by masons who double-walled the silos with an air gap between the walls to help keep the silage fresh. As it stands, this silo is nearing 120 years old and holds warm memories for those lives it touched.
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