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This boy was dancing to the music of the Ansanga Marimba Ensemble at Richmond Beach at a noon concert. During a brief break in the music the adults clapped and the boy paused, waiting for the music to begin again.
Jerry Jones, Shadowhouse Creations, Grunge Frame shadowhousecreations.blogspot.com/2012/03/shadowhouse-cre...
Pause croquis dans le petit village de Monnetier-Mornex, la semaine passée.La lumière du matin est particulièrement intéressante, surtout avec la neige qui persiste et s'accroche aux toits des maisons. Croquis qui me satisfait bien peu, les platanes sans feuilles sont difficiles à rendre harmonieux...
Picture taken in 2001 near Neuschwanstein Castle (Bavaria, Germany).
Scan, slight corrections with Photoshop.
Das Photo wurde 2001 in der Nähe von Schloss Neuschwanstein (Bayern) mit einer No-Name Kompaktkamera aufgenommen.
Bild eingescannt und ein wenig mit Photoshop bearbeitet.
Another image from my Tough Guy series. This individual was pausing for breath beofre the next and final leg of the tough guy course. Shot with a Nikon D2x and 70-200mm lens. Processed in CS4, mainly dodging and bruning.
Weekend, time for a break
Wochenende, Zeit für eine Pause
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This benefit of seeing...can come only if you pause a while, extricate yourself from the maddening mob of quick impressions ceaselessly battering our lives, and look thoughtfully at a quiet image...the viewer must be willing to pause, to look again, to meditate.
Dorothea Lange
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Many of the old railroads are so long abandoned that there's no public access to reach them. This is the case with much of the former North Mountain Railway, crossing Kings County from Centreville to Weston, till the tracks were pulled in 1961. But you can always track a stream through the wild forest, and I often do so to get where I'm going. This concrete culvert carries the water of Illsley Brook, a little trickle I followed from Highway 221. It was a near-nightmare of a hike. I was scratched head to toe with wild roses, slipped in the mud, punched in the face by branches. Off and on, I had to pause to keep from screaming in frustration. You can only duck and weave so long without fracturing your sanity. It's a trip I'd highly recommend against. But when I think there's a chance of seeing some sliver of human history, I've easily endured worse. This 1913 tunnel ran under train traffic for just forty-eight years, and it's now been derelict for sixty-four. Eventually, it'll crack, crumble and wash out the railbed with it. I'm unlikely to ever revisit, but now I'm tangibly connected to whoever comes after. Maybe that's no one at all.
October 22, 2025
Lakeville, Nova Scotia
Year 18, Day 6555 of my daily journal.
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