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Gonda WDM3A chugs away with the passenger to Varanasi City while trailing it were twin UDL ALCos with a heavy load of BCNHL rake.
Zoom the pic in full resolution and you will find the train at the back flying above the tracks.. :P
Nothing to worry, thats an effect of a hot day and hot atmosphere where light rays bend towards the horizon creating a mirage type effect where the subject seems to be floating above the surface.
Taken near the Brick Filed at Bosila Ghat, Muhammadpur, Dhaka, Bangladesh.
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A shot taken at Cromer on the North Norfolk Coast UK. These steps over the wooden groynes have often caught my eye but the tide was never high enough when i've been there. I originally composed the steps central to the frame from a higher perpective but wandered down a little to capture this.
The Stour Valley Line between Birmingham and Wolverhampton follows the route of Thomas Telford's Birmingham New Main Line Canal, which was completed in 1838, fourteen years before the opening of the competing railway line. The proximity of the railway to the canal is well illustrated at Dudley Port, where on a bright February day in 1984 an unidentified Class 310 EMU is seen calling at the station with a Birmingham New Street - Wolverhampton local service. Copyright Photograph John Whitehouse - all rights reserved
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this shoot have been take in the Death Valey in California
i want to print this in very large format on canvas and put it on a wall in my loft
see another version here; www.flickr.com/photos/eldano/3423084327
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I am breathless even with every breath, i am confined but i am free, i am restricted while my shackles are broken.
Today me and my little brother went to the quarry in my town for a few hours and shot this. We were stuck in so much rain and we slipped so many times and god was it fun. I miss getting wet on the ground in hope that i get a picture i half like, i've really missed it.
Thank you Declan for helping me, this 365 would not be the same without you.
FRONTPAGE EXPLORED
This one made it to the front page of flickr explore on 20th December, 2008
Once I was in a Rikshaw, its name was” Santiniketan” which was very odd as these paddle pushers are not that literate at all. The ride was long and we started talking about many things. At some point he asked me “what brings the beauty of a river?” I didn’t know this; he answered “it’s the sail of a boat”.
I was fascinated by boats since my childhood. I grew up in a small town called Barisal which is situated near a beautiful river Kirtonkhola. From small wooden made to giant steel made; Kirtonkhola attracted me with an interesting traffic. It’s a thrill to ride on them, its soothing to be in that smooth journey.
Bangladesh has a distinct marine tradition. Based on geography, there are two kinds of boats, the river boat and the sea going boat. Sea going boats were influenced by the Chinese, Arabian & other different nations. But the river going boat was built on indigenous knowledge alone. This also evolved as technology advanced.
Bangladesh has many rivers and water is everywhere. Boat is a primary transportation in many parts of the country. In old days, colourful decorative boats dazzled the waterlines. The shape and colour also varies in place to place.
There is no tradition of pre construction drawing of the boat building. The knowledge has been passed from generation to generations. Wooden boats are repaired, new boats created with steel-body. Wooden ones too have adopted motor engines removing their colourful sails. Traditional skills of making wooden boats are simply vanishing.
New breeds of vassals will dominate our waters, I am sure if not we but the river will miss the colourful gentle wooden boats which it carried so long.
Dedicated to Yves and Runa Marre
Lens: EF 24-70mm f/2.8L USM
Camera: Canon EOS 5D
Location: St.Martin Island, Cox's Bazar-Teknaf peninsula, Bangladesh
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Parallel layers of shadowy mountains progressively lit by the rising sun in Blue Ridge National Park NC. Took a short trip to Asheville and Little Switzerland with my girls in August. Didn't get much weather cooperation for photography but we had a wonderful time stuffing ourselves at Asheville's many terrific restaurants, gem panning near the old McKinney mine in Little Switzerland, hiking around Linville Falls and Duggars Creek and enjoying the sights. On the last morning I left the girls sleeping in and drove up to Beacon Heights to hopefully get some morning color. There was a layer of cloud hanging too low in just the wrong spot for it to really color up, so I pulled out the telephoto to catch some of the early light catching the low lying fog.
All in all a great but too short road trip before the back-to-school grind. I will always enjoy the memories living in that carefree parallel universe for a few days.
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En mai, c'était "Les parallèles".
Voici une de mes propositions.
parallel universe.
who doesn't like travelling? i travel all the time. i my mind. i travel all the places existing and visually non-existing.
brain is amazing. it can take you everywhere you want even when you're sitting in your bed room and trying to have a conversation with yourself.
if only you could see the visually non-existing existences, i wonder if you really would like to travel to those places. the places, people and animals? ever wondered if they come to our world and travel into our lives as well?
parallel existence, a very interesting imagination of man. aliens, robots, ghosts, spirits...human mind can't rest itself much! how they look? why they exist? why they harm or why the look after? just questions?
do we really need to get scared? or we called the greatest of the creations for a reason?
“Being unable to cure death, wretchedness, and ignorance men have decided,
in order to be happy, not to think about such things.”-Blaise Pascal,
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“God can’t give us peace and happiness apart from Himself because there is no such thing.”
― C.S. Lewis
“If we find ourselves with a desire that nothing in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that we were made for another world.”
― C.S. Lewis
“Imagine yourself as a living house. God comes in to rebuild that house. At first, perhaps, you can understand what He is doing. He is getting the drains right and stopping the leaks in the roof and so on; you knew that those jobs needed doing and so you are not surprised. But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make any sense. What on earth is He up to? The explanation is that He is building quite a different house from the one you thought of – throwing out a new wing here, putting on an extra floor there, running up towers, making courtyards. You thought you were being made into a decent little cottage: but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself.”
― C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity
Different trajectories intersect for an instant before continuing on their separate paths. The image explores the idea that multiple realities may coexist within the same space, briefly revealing themselves before disappearing again into the flow of the city.
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his image was taken near Fairbanks, Alaska between 1999 and 2001 using a Nikon FM2 Manual SLR (film camera). The 35mm Nikkor f/1.4 lens was usually set at f/2.8 and expopsures where generally between 8 and 15 secs. Film speed was between iso 400 and 800.
The images I post are what I consider my favorite based on aurora structure, color, and foreground setting.
Manx Electric Railway tram motorcars No.21 & No.32 climb out of Douglas working the morning parallel run through to Groudle.
"I dreamt that he sat by my head, tenderly ruffling my hair with
his fingers, playing the melody of his touch. I looked at his face
and struggled with my tears, till the agony of unspoken words burst
my sleep like a bubble.
I sat up and saw the glow of the Milky Way above my window,
like a world of silence on fire, and I wondered if at this moment
he had a dream that rhymed with mine."
- Rabindranath Tagore
One of my latest... on progress
(Note: original poem refers to "she")