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Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen's monumental sculpture Bottle of Notes soars nearly thirty-five feet and is the first public sculpture in the United Kingdom by these two internationally renowned artists.
Bottle of Notes is inspired by the history of Captain Cook, born in Middlesbrough featuring words from his logs as well as poetry built from tempered-steel echoing Middlesbrough's industrial heritage and continuing the legacy of the town's Ironmasters.
oldenburgvanbruggen.com/largescaleprojects/bottleofnotes.htm
This image is the last in a series of three capturing the amazing sunset and "freaky" clouds in NYC one evening last weekend. If you missed the first two, you can check them out here and here.
This shot was taken just about 8 minutes after the previous one. The sky's color turned from deep orange to purple and red. The freaky clouds have all but disappeared. The joggers and business people who had previously stopped to look up and take pics with their phone cams have all departed to resume their journey home. It's too bad though because they missed this. The spectacular sunset and clouds were like rewards to compensate my travel woes earlier in the day.
I think this is a record for me - posting on three consecutive days! Of course, I'm sort of breaking my own rule of not posting the same type of scene/images twice or more in a row. Oh well...
Better on black.
Highest Explore: #117
First of the Class 254 High Speed Trains, 254001, with power car E43057 leading, opens up as it departs Doncaster for London King's Cross on 8th June 1979.
HSTs had been on the East Coast Main Line for just under a year and still provided some fascination for spotters, including this one here, although like me, he may have begun to realise the mighty Deltics' days were now numbered.
The power car is in original condition and has yet to receive the rooftop smoke deflectors which were eventually fitted to the class.
Zenit EM f/8 250th/sec Ektachrome 400
perfection in every touch.
winter comes back here.
I hate being under that pressure.
no doubts.
feelings in every gaze.
fragile, cold wind.
lazy day.
reading Pride&Prejudice all over again.
healed heart.
...cause when the roof caved in and the truth came out...
i'm waiting for You to find me again.
you're the best.
peaceful.
I miss you, Mum.
Don't let the only picture you take of an event be directly into the sun, or you may have to resort to tricks like this. Monson Bike Show and Swap Meet.
The result of an experiment one night.
More musical stuff over here. (You can also go buy this image, if you want).
Cause somewhere in this sea of fools
The real truth is they're scared because you're brave 🎶 words by Lzzy Hale who has posted no end of trans support on various platforms this week in response to negativity in the media 👏
Just a thank-you note after my daughter had left!
Battered table, battered chair, and handwritten note on paper torn from a memo-pad!
All very simple!
Scavenger Challenge - June 2017 Assignment - odd views of familiar objects
7 Days of Shooting – Week #51 (w/b 25th June) Still Life
Find a single object or a group of objects, compose your shot, light it, shoot it.
I hope everyone understands my handwriting. It’s rare I write stuff and post it. Please ask if you cannot see or understand what it says.
(Note; This is for “marketing purposes, for my new upcoming sci-fi project, the name of it has yet to be disclosed)
Note how sharp the teeth are on the gears, it is over a one hundred year old piece of equipment and this drives it. It is moved every year back and forth to this position from a shelter for the show under it's own power. 1916 Type B Erie Shovel made by Ball Engine Company of Erie, Pa. Found in Harrisonburg Va. Derelict and used as a sign for a stone quarry. Weight is 41000 lbs, dipper hold 3/4 of a cubic yard, boom is 17 1/2 ft and height is 18 ft, cab is 8'2" wide and 12' 10" long, the boiler is 45 inches in diameter and 88 inches high with a heating surface of 364 square inches and holding 275 gal of water. Ordinary working pressure is 125 lbs designed for 143 and tested to 213. Used double reversing boilers for hoisting, digging, swinging. It is self propelled on steel wheels. Got to see my favorite piece of steam equipment. See the rest of these pix in the album.
Note X is a space speeder developed by Magna-Vortex Dynamics Racing Team and was initially built as a support craft. The speeder made its way to the big league when the famous spaceship engineer Tiono Kazune loved the design and gave the speeder a new soul with a powerful Space Dreams custom engine. The speeder has only one 4th place so far, but it the ambitions of the MVD Racing Team is to make it one of the best models in their line of spacecrafts.
This speeder was built for Space Jam 2020 for our Magna-Vortex Dynamics Racing Team. We have a Vision Mark 3 Docking Station, Magnatech Gasbomb Striker (aka The Nebula), and this little guy. Our colors are white, light gray and dark red. We also came up with a logo for the team.
... on the war. Ukraine (with neighbours): In my living room on a Sunday morning, in our hearts 24/7.
20th March 2022: © Lise Utne
Kyoto , Japan
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「何か描いていますか」「作品を見せてください」
そういえば、ここ十何年、新しい物を作っていない。
作り方も忘れてしまった。
砂粒の上にまっさらなスケッチブックを広げて、前の風景を見つめてみても、鉛筆が進まない。
ものの描き方も忘れてしまった。
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... on the maple tree lodged between the back wall of the old cinema and the small carpark along the side road as spring was giving way to summer a few days ago.
(© Lise Utne)
Posting this shot is worth the story alone. This was taken in Oneonta Gorge last month during a particularly chilly bout of cold weather which froze many of the area's waterfalls. For those not familiar with this gorge, it is a popular spot during the hot summer months. The gorge itself is an extremely narrow canyon that is only about 1/4 of a mile long but requires wading, sometimes up to one's chest through pools of water to reach. It is quite impossible to hike up this canyon without wading.
During the summer this is great, the canyon is shaded and always about 15 degrees cooler and the cold water is quite refreshing. Crowds of people churn up this canyon on weekends, making photography frustrating but cooling off quite enjoyable.
About once a year we get a cold snap that is cold enough and long enough to turn the many waterfalls of the Columbia River Gorge into winter wonderlands. It is one of my favorite times of year. It is hard to imagine enjoying as much discomfort as this weather brings. Painfully chilled faces and hands, pants and fleeces coated in ice to the point that you crack when you walk. Spray from the waterfalls coating your cameras and freezing solid. Hurried trips back to the car to regain feeling in your extremities before venturing out for "just a few more pictures".
In other words, bliss.
I make a point of getting out here every year. So I have spent a fair amount of time at most of the main waterfalls over the past few winters. But this one had always seemed a little to crazy to attempt. Afterall, it requires wading, and during this time of year, getting wet for that long would result in frostbite at the least and even hypothermia. Probably hypothermia. I will go through a lot in pursuit of amazing scenes like this, but I think I draw the line at hypothermia. Just sounds overrated if you ask me.
The idea of making it up this gorge somehow to see this falls was awfully tempting still. A few of us talked about it and brainstormed ideas. The most popular was to buy an inflatable raft and pump it up and use it to cross the pools. The big problem with this is that there is a giant logjam at the mouth of this gorge that one has to climb over in order to enter the gorge itself. So any raft would have to be inflated on site, and it ruled out bringing in a canoe or kayak.
Then a stroke of inspiration was lent to me on a comment to a photo I posted some time ago, to rent a drysuit. A ha. Even more fortunate, I did not have to rent one, a friend likes to surf and scuba dive and owns a drysuit. Even better, we are almost the same size. So the cold snap hit, I got a day off work, naturally I called him right away and got my hands on a drysuit. All that stood before me then was a giant frozen logjam and a quarter mile of ice cold water.
The fun begins.
My first task was wading across the shallow stream to reach the logjam, which required me donning the drysuit. I had to repeatedly take it on and off as needed because I did not want to trip, or snag it on a log and tear it. But as an additional wrinkle I did not have waterproof boots to put over the feet of the drysuit. Even though the entire suit is waterproof, I did not want to walk across rocks in just the suit and risk damaging the feet. So I pulled on an old pair of my hiking boots to protect the feet. They worked well to that extent but of course got soaked the moment I stepped in the water. Which basically made them like little freezers on my feet.
The suit kept out the water, not the cold.
By the time I got across the first stream, which only took 2-3 minutes, and was never deeper than mid-calf, I could not feel my toes. So I had to sit down, take off the suit, pack it up, and hold my toes until I was certain they were still going to talk to me. Then on to the logjam. Unfortunately I hit another unexpected snag here too. Right before the logjam are two giant boulders that sit right in the middle of the stream. There are two basic choices, you can go left around them, in the tight space between them and the cliff walls. You just wedge yourself in, back to the wall and hands and feet on the nearest boulder and crab walk along, suspended over a deep little pool of water. Or you go right, which requires wading through a fairly deep pool of water and pulling yourself up on a chest-high shelf of rock onto the second boulder. Well a small waterfall had turned the left hand cliff into a sheet of ice, there was no way I would get any traction on it, even with Yaktrax on my feet. The pool on the right was doable with the drysuit, but I did not want to have to climb the jagged shelf of rock in it, again afraid I would puncture or damage the suit. So I had to climb the first boulder and jump the four foot gap down to the second boulder, with all my gear attached. I did not think too much on how I was going to get out on my return trip...
This mini-adventure brought me to the logjam, which really was the easiest part of the whole ordeal. The logs were all dry, and lacked any ice. The water level under them was high, so all I had to do was be careful not to fall. It was a slightly eerie experience to hear all the water gurgling and splashing inches away but not be able to see any of it. I am not used to the water being so high.
And then I realized that I would never have been able to do this with a raft. Normally during the summer, the water level is low enough that the majority of this short hike is dry, with the exception of two or three stomach to chest deep pools which require wading. But the rest can usually be done on the dry edges of the stream bed.
Not so this time of year. The stream came right up to the log jam and I could see no dry patches of note the whole rest of the way. So balancing on a log, I pulled on the drysuit yet again and taking a bit of a deep breath, gently slid myself into the water, which at that point was only about hip deep and began wading.
Pretty quickly the cold suffocated the protestations of my toes.
But by this point pretty much nothing was going to deter me from seeing this falls. I reached the first pool, which is the shallower of the two that has to be crossed, it came up to about my waist. It was again, an eerie experience to feel the extremely cold weight of the water pressing in on my legs, a bit like being squeezed by an extremely cold giant fist.
The second pool was a bit more nerve-wracking. For one, the stream had a good current to it, which I was wading against. The current made the surface choppy enough that I could not see where I was putting my feet, I had to go a step at a time by feel. Plus the pool came up to my chest, so I had to remove my backpack with my tripod attached and balance it all on my head to keep it dry, meaning I had to hold it up there with one hand, giving me just one other for balance. A slow and painstaking little stretch that was. I was very aware of the cantaloupe sized icebergs floating by me in the water.
But then I was through, and that was the hardest part of the whole little trek. I reached this spot and found a small stretch of dry rocks to peel off the drysuit and massage my frozen toes back to some semblance of life. (Note to self, next time take thermal socks, at least two pairs). I saw another very small stretch of dry rocks just barely poking above the surface of the stream just 15 feet upriver. So laying out the drysuit I pulled on my bag, and climbed along the cliff wall to reach that little outcropping of rock, where I was able to balance myself and everything else on a couple of rocks just above the surface of the stream and take this shot. Phew.
Yeah it was crazy I know. But fun too. And that was my adventure up Oneonta Gorge ... almost. The trip back was pretty much a repeat of the trip up, except when I reached the boulders, which I was unable to climb back up, so I had to slip the drysuit back on and navigate the pool I mentioned earlier to the right of the boulders to finally escape the gorge.
I came stumbling back up to the historic highway about three hours after initially left, still dripping water, with my wet boots starting to encase themselves in a shell of ice and probably the craziest grin I have had in a long time.
I am not sure if this means photography is my passion or my madness. I guess there is not always that big a difference between the two.
If you are interested in pricing for my images, or just plain curious, more info can be found at my website: www.zebandrews.com
Just a note for anyone like me that is desperately looking for some Fall color around Huntsville…
There are a few very nice trees around the edge of Madison County Lake. The mountains are still all green/brown/bronze. But there are some nice yellow, orange and reds around the shore of the lake.
Nikon D7200 — Nikon 18-300mm F6.3 ED VR
30mm
F8@1/60th
ISO 400
Polarizer
(DOL_0980)
©Don Brown 2021
I found this group here on flickr hopeREVO and loved the idea. You are supposed to leave little notes of hope in random places. This is my first set. I just took some of my pictures and added some "hopeful" sayings and had them printed up in wallet sized prints. Now I just need to go spread them around! Thats gonna be the fun part!
Check out the website at www.hopeREVO.com
Created for the Hero Arts hostess annoucement. I've had some questions about the background, so I did a little tutorial on my blog today:
stampinginspiredby.blogspot.com/2010/02/little-tutorial.html
Thanks so much for looking!! :)
-Jill