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This was taken an hour or so after " Frosted frame ". I haven't altered it in any way , the different hue is caused by the sun trying to break through the mist but not making it.
Crossing the tracks at Goathland station waiting for the next train to take us to the next stop on the lines I couldn't resist a chance to get a shot along the lines to and from the station.
Sometimes it's good to scan through my old shots, this is one I completely missed to process a year and a half ago :)
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under harrod´s canopy, a man walks toward the light. beside him, his other self does the same. they move in perfect synchrony, these two versions of one life. the city does this sometimes - shows you yourself from the outside, walking away from where you've been, becoming someone you don't recognize. the pole between them is thin as a decision. one step left. one step right. two different futures. they don't look back. they never do.
Oltrepo Pavese, 45th parallel north. Very harsh light, I recommend a walk from Pietra de' giorgi to Lirio during the sunset.
The 45th parallel north is a circle of latitude that is 45 degrees north of Earth's equator. It crosses Europe, Asia, the Pacific Ocean, North America, and the Atlantic Ocean. The 45th parallel north is often called the halfway point between the equator and the North Pole, but the true halfway point is 16.0 km (9.9 mi) north of it (approximately between 45°08'36" and 45°08'37") because Earth is an oblate spheroid; that is, it bulges at the equator and is flattened at the poles.
At this latitude, the sun is visible for 15 hours 37 minutes during the summer solstice, and 8 hours 46 minutes during the winter solstice. The midday Sun stands 21.6° above the southern horizon at the December solstice, 68.4° at the June solstice, and exactly 45.0° at either equinox.
oxford street, december. the bus passed like a brushstroke, red and cream across the frame. beneath it, three people who had never met and never would: the woman in the hijab checking her messages, the couple sharing a screen, the anonymous figures hurrying between them. everyone was somewhere else. the bus knew where it was going. the shoppers knew what they wanted. nobody looked up.