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Kreative People "Treat This #91" Original by abstractartangel77.
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After the sad demise of my other pocket camera (the Ricoh GR), I've returned to the Canon G7X which I bought for very little 2nd hand. If you push it it can make some nice bokeh, and I am now having a 'second honeymoon' with it :)
What a good horse! For those of you who don't know what that is and want to change my title....A push-button ride is very forgiving of mistakes, will do something you are trying to ask even if your riding is very inaccurate, In other words, uncomplicated to ride... the type that most people like. No one gets rid of horses like this as they're priceless. It's just too bad men don't come in that feature :) Ha!
A lone GE AC4400CW DPU (distributed power unit) pushes a northbound Union Pacific empty coal train at the end of a rainy day in Powder River Basin south of Bill, Wyoming, on May 3, 2007.
“You’re halfway there. Not much to see in town!” The elderly lady evidently wasn’t impressed with our first port, and had given it up as a bad loss already, even though it was still only late morning and we weren’t sailing until half past four. “Oh well, we might as well take a look now that we’ve come this far,” replied the other lady as they passed one another on the huge road bridge over the marina just in front of us. It was only a fifteen minute walk into the town centre. Hardly a trek up the North Face of the Eiger really.
It’s true that Haugesund might not be the most picturesque town we’d be visiting during our time in Norway. We’d done our research, and concluded as much before booking a shore excursion to the enormous Langfossen waterfall, an outing that promised a testing uphill hike towards a viewpoint more than three hundred metres above the Åkrafjord. In truth, neither of us felt entirely committed to the trip though. An extra ten percent discount with a time limit had encouraged me to push the button, but the early start, the ninety minute coach trip either way and the prospect of bonding with some of the other passengers left us with conflicted feelings on the topic. True, the views from the top and, for me at least, the opportunity to photograph the famous waterfall appealed, but couldn’t we come back and do that ourselves another time? Ali declared that she’d much rather spend the first port day pottering about on foot, and said I could go to the waterfall on my own. So I cancelled half of the booking.
Ali said she might walk to the Rising Tides, a topical collection of coastal sculptures that lie out beyond the north of town. I looked at the map. You could pay an arm and a leg to cram yourself onto the road train and spend five minutes there before getting dragged off somewhere else, or you could spend an hour or so walking to it. And just beside the sculptures I noticed the word “fyr.” I’d photographed a few of those in Sweden last autumn. I do like a fyr you know. A further inspection revealed a rather splendid looking structure at the edge of the rocks, mounted on stilts. I could join Ali and photograph the fyr instead. I cancelled the other half of the waterfall excursion. One day we’ll return to the area and visit it on our own, without the company of a coachload of cruisers.
It was raining in Haugesund. Not heavily, but with a soft persistence of the kind where sometime later you suddenly realise you’re soaked to the skin. On went the waterproof trousers beneath the shelter of a multi-storey car park on the side of the quay, By now we’d been at sea for more than sixty hours, the last twenty-four of which had gradually become increasingly bumpy, and as we walked along the the streets of the town, the pavements seemed to roll in waves beneath our feet. It was a strange sensation that I’d only expected to last a minute or two, but it was only when we reached the edge of town and stood upon the grass that the earth fell still again. We were in a park, below the monument to Harald Fairhair, supposedly the first king of Norway, a reminder that this place was once a Viking stronghold.
Beyond the park lay a coastal area of low lying rocky skerries that spread out to sea, a foretaste of what was to come in the following few days as we made our way north towards the Arctic Circle. We could already see Kvalen Fyr in the middle distance. The rain had eased, but not entirely left us, becoming a celestial dripping tap that occasionally sprinkled into action and then stopped entirely before repeating the cycle all over again. Ali appeared to be enjoying her first day in Norway, which came as a relief. Bringing her this far north was always going to be a gamble, especially by sea.
And when we arrived in front of the little lighthouse on its pedestal, we found something unexpected - an added bonus in the form of the large pool hidden in a cleft in the rocks. You might see a lot of photographs of the waterfall we didn’t go to, and one day I intend to add some of my own to the pile, but I’m going to guess that not too many people have set up their tripods here in front of Kvalen Fyr, wiping the drips from the lens as they took their shots. It wouldn’t be the last time we’d find things that others had overlooked in their haste to get back to the ship in time for lunch. There’s always something to see if you’re prepared to make the effort.
أنت بعيوني أمانه,,
ولك بقلبي مكانه,,
حبي لك بحر وأنت بوسطه الدانه,,
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The Cathedral Crags and Mt. Stephen tower above in the background as an Eastbound potash train is a little under 2 miles from the crest of the “Big Hill” known as Kicking Horse Pass at the Continental Divide, for a downhill run to Calgary over the Laggan Sub.
………How many of you have been in a shop or venue & pondered ‘now do I pull or push this Sanitiser bottle’ and promptly got a dollop way too much to rub in!!!! Gel bottles for Macro Mondays theme “Push / Pull”, Alan:-) HMM………
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An incoming wave washes ashore along the black diamond ice beach in Iceland. Although the water is yet to fill the frame you can feel the energy of the incoming water. I like how the the ice boulders are counter balanced with the large one and smaller one in the water.
A typical summer afternoon at CP Morgan as Metra's then-new SD70MACHs handle the lion's share of traffic into and out of Chicago. I'm not sure which trains these are but it doesn't really matter. After 30+ moves in a few hours they begin to all look alike.
Side note: I have a similar shot from this vantage point back in 2020 and construction on that blue-green skyscraper center frame has not even started.