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Pahto (Mount Adams), seen from Mount Rainier National Park, Washington
Last weekend I decided to meet up with a friend for a sunset hike at Mount Rainier National Park. We made detailed plans ahead of time for both the hike and sunset watching, and then ended up both arriving later than planned, doing a different hike, and hiking more slowly than anticipated due to snow (yes, more snow!) on the trail and a stop to search for my friend's dropped phone. But sunset wasn't until 8:51pm so we figured we still had plenty of time.
We were hiking with the sun behind us, and time was flying by as it has a way of doing when we hike together, so when we emerged from a forested section of the trail into a meadow, we suddenly noticed that the sun was starting to drop into the trees, and realized we had to turn around and hustle back down the trail to where we had planned to watch the sunset over Tahoma (Mount Rainier).
As we hiked at a quick pace back, through every break in the trees, my eyes were drawn to this view of Pahto and the south Cascades. In the evening light, with that fog rising from the forest below, I finally decided it was necessary to stop for photos, despite our time constraints.
Note: Pahto is the second highest peak in Washington, standing 12,281 feet/3743 meters tall and is considered one of the 5 active volcanoes in the state, although the last eruption was 1000 years ago. It is one of the five sacred mountains to the native Yakama peoples and part of the mountain is territory of the Yakama Nation.
This picture was taken a couple weeks ago, while my hubby and I were driving to Ontario from Alberta to visist family.
Racing, competing, it's in my blood. It's part of me, it's part of my life; I have been doing it all my life and it stands out above everything else.
[Ayrton Senna]
A sunny afternoon in Hvar at the start of a sailing race. A reworking of a photo I took with my trusty D3300. So many beautiful places to see on the shores of the Adriatic.
This evocative black-and-white image captures the raw energy and heritage of a traditional camel race in the UAE. Riders, poised with purpose, guide their camels along the dirt track under the desert sun. Camel racing is more than a sport in Arabia — it’s a cultural institution that reflects centuries of Bedouin tradition, endurance, and deep-rooted pride. These races once symbolized tribal prestige and are now celebrated in modern arenas with robotic jockeys and global spectatorship. Your photo beautifully preserves this transition between past and present, paying tribute to the region’s enduring connection with its desert-born legacy.
Racing down the former IC, CN L585 is making good time as they head for Clinton. Passing the classic depot at Melvin, the lone IC 1035 has the train well in hand doing every bit of track speed.
Ottawa, Ontario
Water charges over the Rideau Falls on it's way to sunset and the Ottawa River.
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Three new EMD GP60Ms speed Santa Fe’s 188 train through Ethel, Missouri, at 1:11 p.m. on June 16, 1990. The third locomotive in the consist is No. 111 on its first trip west on the railway.
This Rock Pigeon rested for a few minutes on the railing along a walkway by the Norwalk River. I managed to get a couple of shots of the numbers and letters on the leg bands and with a bit of online research determined that this is a racing pigeon from a club in a nearby town. I sent them an email, but no response so far.
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This is where sweet water and salt water meet in Stockholm. Following the racing boat would lead us to the ocean. Going in the other direction we end up in Lake Mälaren.
We had made a stop alongside Loch Shin where we had finally found calm water and some stunning reflections. In the 2-3 minutes it took to grab the gear the breeze was up and the reflections were gone. Mindful of this, when we arrived at a still Loch Stack, I raced across the marshy shore to capture not only a near perfect reflection but also some lovely fleeting light on Arkle and the foreground reeds. I managed just 3 exposures before the breeze once again returned, the water rippled and this was to be the last reflection we would capture that afternoon.
Every winter the local bay freezes over and winter activities begin. When the ice gets thick enough the motorcycle races begin. Reworked from my archives.