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The Old Woman River, from Highway 17 bridge, before it enters Old Woman Bay / Lake Superior. Old Woman River is in northern Lake Superior Provincial Park- -about 190 km north of Sault Ste. Marie, Ontario.
So I for a trip into central America, this time it a long trip and I preferred not to take my Nikon and all my lenses with me because I want to be mobile and light, So I started my trip at Toronto canada and there I bought a small mirrorless camera (Canon EOS M100 with 15-45mm lens) it pretty small and light, hope to get the most of this trip with this camera. In this photo I'm already in Havana Cuba, Enjoying the old cars before the revolution and the forgotten and untouched streets of old Havana, everything look so natural here
Chevrolet Bel Air 53
When I dropped the Bread and Butter work off at the blasters and painters I noticed this, I made this some 10+ years ago but never got a picture, apparently it will be all gilded!
Old House on the Hill.
Some nice colours contrasting against the old grey stone, caught my eye yesterday afternoon.
One last look at the old barn and the silo.. I wish that I knew the story of this place, what happened and how it came to be re. how it appears today and why it was abandoned.
Across from the barn is the foundation of a house. Was there a fire at one time? So many questions. Perhaps one day I may know.
January 7th is International Old Rock Day. Here is some very old wood that has been transformed into rock. The Petrified Forest is best known for its Triassic fossils; an ecosystem over 200 million years old
The study of rocks was first introduced by the Ancient Greek Theophrastus in his work, “Peri Lithon” (“On Stones”), and became the cornerstone of geology.
Taken in the Petrified Forest National Park in 2019
Rollei 35S, Fomapan 400 retro edition.
Developed & scanned by Borealis Lab.
Place d’Youville & St Pierre. Old Montreal. January 2023.
St Lukes Church in Abercarn South Wales
About my Explore
I had seen this place online whilst searching for another location not too far away. I then decided to have a drive past it and check it out and my god I was not sorry!
Sure the place is now a empty, dark and spooky shell but you can see the proud standing tower from a distance - I knew that I had to get inside and have a look.
Access to the ground is not that hard to be honest and there is a clear way in if you wanted to visit the place. Thankfully I brought along my head torch today as it was very dark in some places - especially the very narrow stair way to the tower / roof.
I spent about an hour having a look around this place and despite the fact it is an empty shell now, there is alot to look at whilst your here.
Old Castle Street at night. The body of Alice McKenzie was found on this street in the early hours of July 17 1889. She had some mutilations, but not as severe as the known Ripper victims, so she is generally not considered to have been a victim of Jack The Ripper.
This building is the facade of the old Whitechapel Wash Houses. The spot where McKenzie was found is on the pavement about where the street light on the left is (the proximity anyway).
This street I think is still unsettling at night.
Nikon F4. Nikkor 50mm F1.2 lens. Mr. Negative Bat Country 400T 35mm ECN2 film.
Just a quick sketch; I keep starting to build a microscale Mega City One and end up getting distracted. This time the distraction of The Expanse...
Abandoned farmhouse in Svarfaðadalur, N-Iceland.
The empty house around me ticks and creaks,
A moody end to evening's gentle rains,
A brooding quiet as the daylight wanes,
The secret language empty houses speak.
What stories might this house preserve entire
In rhythmic code composed of click and groan?
Does House recall a sadness with each moan?
Is laughter stored in every plank and wire?
And how might I, a fleeting visitor,
Acquire an ear for stories trapped in time,
And wrap a tale or two in words and rhyme?
How can I tap the House's secret lore?
In silence soft the house slips off to sleep.
Alone I sit, in darkness vast and deep.
Russell Collier
An old Lama in Salé, Kyirong valley. Kyirong is the valley where the explorer Heinrich Harrer and his friend Peter Aufschnaiter lived almost for one year more than sixty years ago. (Seven Years in Tibet). The Lama invites me into his simple prayer hall and entertained me for yak butter tea and yang (a Tibetan beer). When I was going I presented him a picture of the Dalai Lama. He took the photograph and looked a very long time on it. Then he had tears in his eyes.
I made this photograph with a Hasselblad 205TCC, Zeiss Planar 2,0/110mm, scanned with Nikon Supercoolscan 8000.
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Spent a fantastic weekend skiing in the Black Rock Desert. Yup, you read that right, there's skiing deep in Black Rock, and it's actually really good. We had to stop by the middle of the playa to check out the spot where our camp was last year, and we encountered some rain puddles, like this one reflecting the sunset light on the top of Old Razorback mountain over by the Trego hot springs. I stayed up way too late shooting the stars and the moonlight on the water and the playa, stay tuned for more images from the trip!
Torekällberget, Södertälje, Sweden.
Old Cash Register at the Patonska house. Through the trade stall, the visitors also come to Södertälje City Museum, which has around 17,000 objects and about 90,000 images.
sv.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torek%C3%A4llberget#Patonska_huset,...