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Built in the early 19th century Rakes Mill Pond was the brainchild of Jarman Rakes. Rakes Mill Pond is a dammed up pond and creates a swamp similar to what a beaver dam would do. The pond is located just past Mile Marker 163 going south on the Blue Ridge Parkway. You can pull out and park on site. Walk down to the dam and put your hand in the water. You will see a 15 foot water fall.
With its BR green livery bathed in the Sunday sun, 33012 tails the rear of the train at Eastham Rake, as it waits for access to Hooton station
One shot SOOC.
Want more? See my new set, "Drawing with Light – III:"
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and my previous kinetic sets, "Drawing with Light:"
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and "Drawing with Light – II:"
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Kinetic: Relating to, caused by, or producing motion.
These are called “Kinetic” photographs because there is motion, energy, and movement involved, specifically my and the camera’s movements.
I choose a light source and/or subject, set my camera for a long exposure (typically around 4 seconds), focus on my subject and push the shutter button. When the shutter opens I move the camera around with my hands...large, sweeping, dramatic movements. And then I will literally throw the camera several feet up into the air, most times imparting a spinning or whirling motion to it as I hurl it upward. I may throw the camera several times and also utilize hand-held motion several times in one photo. None of these are Photoshopped, layered, or a composite photo...what you see occurs in one shot, one take.
Aren’t I afraid that I will drop and break my camera? For regular followers of my photostream and this series you will know that I have already done so. This little camera has been dropped many times, and broken once when dropped on concrete outside. It still functions...not so well for regular photographs, but superbly for more kinetic work.
To read more about Kinetic Photography click the Wikipedia link below:
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Albeit supremely risky this is one of my favorite ways to produce abstract photographs.
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Built in the early 19th century Rakes Mill Pond was the brainchild of Jarman Rakes. Rakes Mill Pond is a dammed up pond and creates a swamp similar to what a beaver dam would do. The pond is located just past Mile Marker 163 going south on the Blue Ridge Parkway. You can pull out and park on site. Walk down to the dam and put your hand in the water. You will see a 15 foot water fall.
Packed full of holidaymakers returning to London, 1A12 (the 0748 HST from Paignton via Bristol Temple Meads) empties onto P10 at London Paddington. 43053 "University of Worcester", coach rake OC48, and 43160 "Sir Moir Lockhead OBE" had formed the service.
Black 5 5231 with a rake of ex-BR Mk1 carriages, at Loughborough station, during the early days of preservation at the 'Main Line Steam Trust' - later the 'Great Central Railway'..
This loco had hauled the official 'first train' when the line was first re-opened. and today, is in BR lined black - as 45321 - and named ''The Sherwood Forester'', and based at Carnforth, operating on steam specials on UK mainline tracks..
Restored from a badly out-of-focus, speckled, very grainy original..
Original slide - photographer unknown
Propelling back a rake of discharged Falcons from the recycling sidings to Eastleigh East yard. 66063 in obsolete EWS livery is on the LHS
Thursday 4 July 2024
Faded BR Blue Brush Type 4 Class 47367 approaches Dereham with a mixed rake of DMU’s and Coaching stock from the sidings. (03/07/21)
I liked this one of the three rakes the best....so I decided to put it into my stream :) Have a great Sunday!
Oh, and another thing I like to do - well actually my wife loves to instruct me to do - is the garden!! Just thought I would (she asked me nicely) to rake up fallen petals and flowers from the last couple of days downpour of rain!
7 Days of Shooting Week #3 About Me Thoroughly Abstract Thursday ....
Thanks, in advance, to everyone who views this photo, adds a note, leaves a comment and of course BIG thanks to anyone who chooses to favourite my photo .... thanks to you all.
St John the Baptist, Felixstowe, Suffolk
With one consuming roar along the shingle
The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down
To where its backwash and the next wave mingle,
A mounting arch of water weedy-brown
Against the tide the off-shore breezes blow.
Oh wind and water, this is Felixstowe.
In winter when the sea winds chill and shriller
Than those of summer, all their cold unload
Full on the gimcrack attic of the villa
Where I am lodging off the Orwell Road,
I put my final shilling in the meter
And only make my loneliness completer.
In eighteen ninety-four when we were founded,
Counting our Reverend Mother we were six,
How full of hope we were and prayer-surrounded
"The Little Sisters of the Hanging Pyx".
We built our orphanage. We built our school.
Now only I am left to keep the rule.
Here in the gardens of the Spa Pavillion
Warm in the whisper of the summer sea,
The cushioned scabious, a deep vermillion,
With white pins stuck in it, looks up at me
A sun-lit kingdom touched by butterflies
And so my memory of the winter dies.
Across the grass the poplar shades grow longer
And louder clang the waves along the coast.
The band packs up. The evening breeze is stronger
And all the world goes home to tea and toast.
I hurry past a cakeshop's tempting scones
Bound for the red brick twilight of St.John's.
"Thou knowest my down sitting and mine uprising"
Here where the white light burns with steady glow
Safe from the vain world's silly sympathising,
Safe with the love I was born to know,
Safe from the surging of the lonely sea
My heart finds rest, my heart finds rest in Thee.
John Betjeman - Felixstowe, or The Last of Her Order
Much as we go to Long Melford to find out about the 15th century, so future historians will come to St John the Baptist to chart the course of the century just ended. For this church is the definitive statement in Suffolk of the liturgy and practice of 20th century High Church Anglicanism. Neither as eclectic as Spooner's Ipswich St Bartholomew, or as provincial as Phipson's Ipswich St Mary le Tower, this mighty church, the last work of the great Sir Arthur Blomfield, is the nearest thing Suffolk has to the grand and uncompromising High Church temples of west London.
It has an unparalleled collection of 20th century stained glass; the best of this consists of a range of saints, spanning the century, from St Etheldreda in her high Victorian camp, to the modern Sts Hilda and Bede, both illustrative of the current Celtic revival in Anglican spirituality. Also worthy of note among them are the Arts and Crafts influenced James, Peter and John, the Lady Chapel glass east window of the Suffolk triumverate of Edmund, Felix and Fursey, and, as recently as 1982, St Thomas More, who exists elsewhere in a Suffolk Anglican Church at the extremis of Kettlebaston.
Father James Mather informs me that More is at last recognised in the Anglican calendar in the new Common Worship lectionary, but this was not the case in 1982. As the foundations of Anglicanism were bought at the cost of More's life, it is bold indeed that this window commemorates More's martyrdom. Much of the glass is by Powell and co., and forms a document of that studio's work as well.
But I am getting ahead of myself. Felixstowe is the nearest thing Suffolk has got to a traditional seaside town, albeit not as brash as Walton-on-the-Naze and Clacton across the river in Essex, or Yarmouth over the Norfolk border. The town separates naturally into a number of areas, each with its own main churches: Felixstowe Ferry, Old Felixstowe, Felixstowe Town, Felixstowe West End, and Felixstowe Docks. Suburbs include the medieval parishes (and medieval churches) of Walton and the two Trimleys, but only Old Felixstowe has a medieval parish church in the town itself.
As the town expanded westwards at the turn of the century, the West End grew as an area of substantial red-brick town houses, some of them hotels and guesthouses, some sanitoriums, but the whole piece grander than anything else in urban Suffolk outside of Southwold or the Christchurch Park area of Ipswich. Nestled into this very comfortable area, St John the Baptist on Orwell Road is a beacon, the town's tallest building, a landmark from land and sea alike. It was also the only Suffolk church enshrined in verse by John Betjeman, in his poem Felixstowe, or the last of her order; not surprisingly, since it would be quite at home among the London churches he loved.
Edwardian Felixstowe lost its holiday industry long ago. It is now but the favourite destination for daytrippers from Ipswich, the urban sprawl of which lies a bare six miles from the edge of Felixstowe's. But this area still has a holiday town atmosphere. There is a steep descent down the wonderfully named Convalescent Hill to the beach below, with crowds thronging the shingle and the leisure centre; but up here, it is another age, with the comfortable spring sunshine baking the red bricks of the quiet three-storey houses.
St John the Baptist's concrete-white spire emerges above its lower stages, the redness of which intensify from a distance. Blomfield had built the rest of the church in the early 1890s, but the spire and the Lady chapel followed in 1899, the year of his death. You enter nowadays through Munro Cautley's 1940 south porch; the main entrance beneath the tower is no longer used. The first impression is of a dimness, the smell of incense, rich light from the coloured glass. Betjeman wrote of St John's "red brick twilight", and the same is true today as then.
The windows previously referred to line the walls of the north and south aisles and Lady chapel. The last is in the south aisle, and is now partitioned off by glass doors to enable a prayerful silence when the rest of the building is in use, as at Ipswich St Bartholomew. The lowness of the aisles accentuates the over-arching nave roof, and draws the eyes to the 'Big Six' candlesticks on the high altar. No Vatican II altar in the nave here, for the chancel gates and Suffolk-style screen still contain clergy and choir stalls in front of the tiled and marbled sanctuary. So, as at Ipswich St Mary le Tower, High Church externals are maintained, whatever the liturgy. Either side of the high altar are gilded mosaics illustrating Christ's gift of peace.
To the west, a little screened baptistery in the north aisle. The window behind it is the oldest in the church, and illustrates St Felix baptising and preaching. It is dedicated in memory of a child called Felix, who died in the 1890s. One of Blomfield's hallmarks is the way his buildings appear to be a cluster of smaller buildings around the great nave, like a medieval city. That illusion is successfully created here by the way the rooflines contrast, particularly that of the Lady chapel with the nave. From the south east, the direction from which you would commonly approach, this is particularly striking.
The feeling of a citadel is further reinforced by the way St John the Baptist is shoe-horned into its site, with barely room to breathe except on the north side, where the former rectory lawn spreads towards the house. In the old days, it must have been pleasant to step from High Mass into a summer fete or garden party. But High Mass has gone, and the rectory is now derelict, alas.
More romantic still is the convent that sits to the west of the church, which instantly recalls Betjeman's poem. As one stands outside, with the 'crashing tide' below, the sisters come and go, and it would be romantic to imagine that they are a surviving relic of the extraordinary flourishing of Anglican religious orders at the turn of the 19th and 20th centuries. Indeed, you might almost imagine that this is the very convent that Betjeman had in mind, despite the fact that he suggested himself that these orders were withering away when he wrote this poem in the 1950s. But in fact, this is a Catholic convent, the house of the Religious of Jesus and Mary.
A hay rake is an agricultural rake used to collect cut hay or straw into windrows for later collection (e.g. by a baler or a loader wagon).
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I over-raked - didn't take the head tube angle change into consideration, so needed to loose about 8 mm of rake. This tool wasn't designed to do this. But the lunar excursion module on the Apollo 13 mission wasn't designed to get astronauts home either. A bit o' the ol' American ingenuity...
Apo Raked
IFI Church of San Sebastian / St. Sebastian
San Narciso, Zambales
Viernes Santo 2009 / Good Friday 2009
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Abellio white liveried 90005 seen at Darmsden on 060615 on 0700 ex Norwich ,this was typical of every set seen in service today all mixed sets not a single complete rake in one colour!
Empty Retrofitted Local heading towards Sanpada Carshed via Harbour Line..
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Rake no. 4516-25/Kalwa..
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DOC. 18-1-20.
SPJ based WDM-2 loco - 18639 is shunting the rake of Jaynagar (JYG) bound 55515 (Samastipur-Jaynagar) Passenger at its tow !!