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Here is Arriva Buses Wales VDL Cadet CX07 CRV 2635 seen at the Bangor bus station as it's operating passangers while its doing the route X5 to Llandudno. This was new to Arriva at Chester in 2007 and 2635 needs to upgrade it more than that as it hasn't got the WIFI added yet.
New Journal "Bandar-Log" now live: zvereff.com/journal/bandar-log/
One year ago I was sitting in a train station somewhere in-between Varanasi and New Delhi, India, en route to meet some friends. I unfastened a staple from a semi-opened plastic bag of peanuts, poured them into my mouth and bit directly into a rock. I spit it out, extremely disappointed because I hadn’t eaten in hours. Everything had been a mess and I was in a rut -- I just couldn’t catch a break. I turned around to see a book-seller that had a few books in English, and placed in front for every tourist to see was Kipling’s "The Jungle Book". I gave the man a few rupees and hopped on the train, book in hand. I lied down on the stiff bed for the 12-hour train ride and began to read the book that I remembered as a Disney movie from my childhood.
One year later, as I am sitting here and reading headlines that India is once again celebrating its Holi Festival, memories come flooding back. The month I spent there was an extraordinary experience. Traveling long hours and resting only short periods of time, my friends and I jammed as many possible destinations as we could into that month. For most of that time we were extremely uncomfortable: I caught a virus of some sort, which lasted almost the entire first month I was there, and lost a lot of weight; I simply could not function, nor focus, as my senses were completely overwhelmed. In my fevered state, my impressions of India were that of a country that had gone completely mad. As I got better, I began to look for ways to focus on small moments, and I started to isolate and hone in on the beautiful little things occurring everywhere around me amidst the chaos. India is incredible: it is unique, and the contrasts-- stark.
In the western hemisphere we are raised with organization. Our homes are built as perfect boxes that all look exactly the same in neighborhoods with roads on a grid. We have stores which have bins where everything is neatly placed. When we buy tickets, food, or almost anything for that matter, we form a queue. We have a mutual understanding to remain calm and stand in line. Even if there are no posted rules, we automatically apply them in an orderly fashion. In India this kind of order is simply not part of the culture, and though it is incredibly frustrating at first, when embraced, it can be liberating. Chaos can work-- it finds a way, just like our universe.
When I arrived in Delhi, I left "The Jungle Book" behind, but it stayed with me, especially the part about the Monkey People (Bandar-Log). I kept thinking of how they seemed so wild, and how Mowgli was hungry and exhausted while they danced, scatterbrained, around the destroyed human city they occupied. It was his discomfort and regret for coming to the lost city that mirrored my own feelings at the start of the journey. I realized that to really understand this place, at first I had to get over the physical discomfort and accept the chaos. Reading that book on that train ride gave me a sense of perspective on my own adventure. Experiences can only be as high as they have been low, and India certainly blessed me with both of those. In India, when the highs came, they were vastly more powerful than could be imagined. Daily life is lived in the moment: it is freedom at its essence, chaotic and unplanned. Every breath taken is a gift; every sunrise is beautiful. India presents a conscience reality that is fragile and exposed to the core. Although India has already been heavily documented by much better and more prominent photographers than I, I have no qualms being one of the many. My experiences there are now a cherished memory: colorful, filthy, sickly, and joyous. I present “Bandar-Log”.
Esta hormiga alada está estos días tras las lluvias y la salida del sol por todos lados en Aracena, estos especímenes están fotografiados en mi azotea, gracias a Manuel Baena de la Sociedad Andaluza de Entomología estoy en que es del Género Messor por su tamaño y cabeza roja creo que puede ser Messor barbarus aunque no tengo certeza. Miles de futuras reinas sin alas recorren calles y campos en busca de una ubicación para un nuevo hormiguero.
This winged ant is these days after the rains and the sunrise everywhere in Aracena, these specimens are photographed on my roof, thanks to Manuel Baena of the Andalusian Entomology Society I am in the genus Messor for its size and head red I think it can be Messor barbarus although I'm not sure. Thousands of future queens without wings run through streets and fields in search of a location for a new anthill.
Aracena Huelva España
Octubre 2019
Beaver pond, Leslie Spit, Toronto.
Not a shining example from this camera and not sure exactly how I messed this one up!
Test roll with my Konica 1 rangefinder made in occupied Japan (1948).
Took me 9 months to finish the roll. Had several blanks and double exposures as I didn't keep record if I advanced the film.
Made in Occupied Japan (MIOJ)
The “Made in Occupied Japan” identification mark is better known to most camera collectors as MIOJ. References to this mark appear often in camera literature dealing with the history of post-war Japan. Aside from the company name and the camera’s serial number, the MIOJ mark was the first post-war foreign mark to appear on early Canon cameras, lenses, and accessories. Early in 1947 the Supreme Commander for the Allied Powers (SCAP) issued Decree 1535, stating that all export items must be identified with an engraving “Made in Occupied Japan.” The first MIOJ-marked base plates appeared on early cameras released after September 9, 1947.
arista premium 400
pre-soak distilled water 5 minutes
in rodinal 1:100
60 minutes stand developed at 20c
initial 60 seconds inversion.
"Dont Mess With Me, Just Don't."
just somthing i built in a hour or two that i thought i would post.
~Enjoy!
Here is the culprit! :-D
Rosemary: Hahaha! So many toys! I want is!!!!
Marinka: Hihihi! What a mess! Who cleans it?
Rosemary: Cleaning? Why? Let's play! :-DDD
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(Sorry, but I was ill ♥).
with long(ish) exposure - well, long for handheld and a fast collie
I liked it, ...I think I did
group: 123 pictures in 2023: number 93. Slow shutter speed
Patti Smith Group - Ghost Dance
SN09CGV is seen at Chase Farm on the W8.
Vehicle Details
Operator: Metroline
Fleet Number: TE1750
Registration: SN09CGU
Vehicle: Trident Enviro 400
I love/hate the mess all around me, perhaps because sometimes, I feel as if the messiest place was in my head...
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#2
A small group of workers of one of the commonest Mediterranean harvester ant species. The workers in a colony vary in size from a few mm to over 1cm. The larger workers have huge mandibles - used to crack open seeds - and characteristic reddish heads. Photographed on the Olhao salinas.
at the time, the beginning of the 20th century it was the
best hotel of the city, now it's in constant risk of collapse because of the lack of maintenance for years. Now it's a thugs and homeless lair and more than that, to me it's an example of how we suffer of short memory when talking about old structures in our interest of building new thing over it!.
This building it's one of my personal subjects when looking for photographs of abandoned places of the city.