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Se la quiero dedicar a Rob y Aixa, dos amigos recien casados... En su boda hice muchas fotos, esta entre ellas... Asi que suerte en vuestro nuevo rol.
Old Formula race car at the museum Prototyp Hamburg its a great museum for all car lovers.
Alter Formelrennwagen im Museum Prototyp Hamburg ist ein tolles Museum für alle Autoliebhaber
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Badia fields at spring (Dolomites – Italy).
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Campos de Badia en primavera (Dolomitas – Italia).
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After a steep hike through a small canyon I reached this beautiful spot near Gerstruben, an ancient village in the Bavarian alps. After scouting this location I decided to get rid of my shoes for this photo. The water was so cold that I had to hurry. But as you all know, if you find a spot like this you do not take only one two photos. Finally I went back home quite satisfied with some photos I took but with very numb feet.
Metroline OS68 (YJ06YRP) arrives at Golders Green to form a school working on Route 631 to Henrietta Barnett School.
The Arriva vehicles are still being used on the 631 temporarily for capacity reasons, until the new schedules are used from later on in October.
old Los Angeles Fire Dpeartment helmet from Engine Company 73 manufactured by the Pettibone Mfg. Co. in the 1930s
Rework of an old Flickr picture of mine. I had completely forgotten about it until someone commented on it. Same exact scene, but I enhanced the colors and presentation.
Old Queensway Tunnel tollbooth, situated by George's Dock Ventilation and Control Station, Liverpool city centre.
This is somewhere near Turlock, in California's central valley. The motel for this sign is long gone.
Wednesday June 24th 1998
Old man look at my life,
Twenty four
and there's so much more
That makes me think of two.
Last night my little shelter didn’t really do much but annoy the hell out of me - the wind blowing down the valley kept whipping the flaps back and forth - ARGH! Finally around 2am I got so sick of hearing them woosh together that I abandoned the tent for the back of the Jeep. A little cramped but a lot quieter.
I got up this morning and decided that I needed to stick around Zion for a bit longer - Angel’s Landing was calling me. I needed to exhaust some of these thoughts out of my mind. So I got up, took a dip in the freezing river and commenced the long climb up the mountain. As I went along and the terrain got steeper and steeper and the sun hotter and higher in the sky. It was strenuous and dangerous (which I’ll get to in a bit) and my legs now feel like jello but the payoff , the view, was definitely worth it. Just like yesterday at the Narrows - anything worth getting to isn’t easy.
Well I got up near the top and saw the last .5 miles of trail looming up ahead of me and thought “you have got to be kidding.” Right then and there I realized why it is named “Angel’s Landing” - probably because if you slip you die. The last section of trail was one of the scariest, yet exhilarating things I have ever done. The trail was about 3-4 feet across with 1,000ft drop offs on both sides…like walking the plank. There was a single metal cable strung between loose polls running the center - at times you had to stop and squeeze into a crevice while another hiker scooted around in the other direction. It was great though - ADVENTURE - like I’ve never experienced before.
I got to the summit where my mouth automatically fell agape in amazement and the camera just seemed like something so small and ill-equipped to do any justice to the view. As I was sitting there I heard a fellow hiker mention that he was from the Chicago area. We struck up a conversation and he knows where my cousin Melissa lives - His name was Pat Mooney and he teaches Physics, Chemistry and Earth Science to high schoolers. Most interestingly he has a friend who is a photographer in New Jersey that travels to small towns in the Carolinas on the weekends to photograph the people, and communities. Sounds like a very kindred spirit. Pat and I hiked down off of Angel’s landing sharing stories about America. We shook hands and parted ways at the trail head.
As I was walking back to my car I came across two more extraordinary people. What grabbed my attention was the baby blue ‘68 VW camper with the engine compartment propped open and a man elbow deep in grease - at first I though it was Rob from T or C, but then I saw a woman sitting in a chair next to the slider, feet up and reading “War and Peace.” I just had to hear their stories. So I walked up and introduced myself. Come to find out they are from Sidney Australia - up and over here in America traveling across the country. Now these two were my type of people. Steve Turner, originally from New Zealand and Johanna Brem, originally from Germany. They flew into L.A. without a plan, bought this old VW from a used car lot and set out across the desert for the summer. Now he’s two valves down, and quickly loosing a third… We sat and talked for three hours about everything - Zion, traveling, literature, history, etc… All the while Steve was tearing apart the heads on the VW and I lent him a hand here and there. Finally, Steve was convinced that he could make it out of the mountains for a partial rebuild somewhere and we began to part ways - I must have made an impression because they insisted on giving me their address and phone number back in Sydney - throwing in that they were only three blocks from the beach and always open to people crashing for days or weeks. I put the info into my journal and who knows, maybe someday I will look them up.
So here I am back in the campground where the winds is blowing worse then last night so this old backseat looks mighty inviting. Tomorrow I plan on dropping a call into the Last’s - maybe take them up on their promise of a hot meal and a soft bed?
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not a great shot, some blur, but i think it really really works. One of those imperfect perfect shots. Making it look old really pulls it together w/ the subject. I think with was Canon 6d 28-80.