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A chess board reflection...found when I cropped the picture...beautiful...
"A member of the human race! To think that such a commonplace realization should suddenly seem like news that one holds the winning ticket in a cosmic sweepstake."
-Thomas Merton
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One of the guys on the FarRail tour to Myanmar gives some custom to a vendor at the station.
Hnin Pale station, Myanmar.
First outing with the group after arriving in Beijing - a street-cleaner seen from the bus near the Temple of Heaven.
14 November 2014
SLR3_3381
At Kathy Osterman (Hollywood) Beach.
Edgewater, Chicago, Illinois.
Monday, September 1, 2025.
Labor Day.
Keep your mountain-cold beer, Ben seems to say. The sparkling, icy dew of the mountains is more than good enough for me!
Do you want some exciting news? Tuesday, Ben and I saw our first crocus coming up in the garden! By today, we discovered two more, bravely peering at the still snow-covered world. This is a thrilling development!
Also, our new master closet is entirely enclosed. This weekend we get to mud, tape, and maybe even put that first coat of primer up. Then the organizer goes in, our clothing follows, the old closet gets knocked down, and I must finally decide on things like bedding, paint colours, lighting, and so forth. No applause, just send money. Or chocolate. Or wine! ;D
Have a great weekend, all!
January 28 2015, Philadelphia International Airport, airport services employees provide hot coco, water, and juice for travelers.
The clock on the cafe wall is at five minutes
to ten. The early morning surge of workers
to the factories is over and there is a lull.
It is a winter morning, bright but cool, and only a few people are on the platform. Two
_ women in coats are restless to be on their way. A man leans against the cafe wall, intent on his reading, taking in the warmth of the sun along with the words on the page.
Once, many cafes operated under the RRR name, the purring abbreviation of Railway Refreshment Rooms. Some were grand, highceilinged dining rooms with white tablecloths and vases of fresh flowers. Others sold pies and cups of tea and milkshakes from rooms with the homely atmosphere of suburban kitchens. All had the same white cups and
plates with an insignia stamped on them, three Rs and a crown within a circular belt. Every
day across the state, people drank from these cups as they took a pause in their journey.
A row of cups is stacked on top of the coffee machine and the waitress looks over them.
The waitresses who work here know the pace of rush hours and race days and the sleepy stretches of quiet mornings or afternoons. Their days are measured in trains going by, in cups of coffee, by the people who linger indecisively at the counter, or those who hurry in to buy
a chocolate bar or a packet of cigarettes.
Through the venetian blinds the waitress watches the reading man and the pacing women. Their train will soon arrive. The man will look up from his book and step aboard. The women will enter the carriage and settle into seats by the windows. As the train travels onwards they will look out over the western suburbs. The streets of factories and houses are interspersed by the path of creeks and rivers, the enduring shapes of land and water.
New passengers will arrive on the platform. Inside the cafe the clock will tick through into the afternoon, and then to closing time. The waitress will shut the doors, then walk from window to window, drawing the blinds. The next day will come, then the next and the next, and the cafe will provide more cups of coffee and mfilkshakes and sandwiches. People will sit at the tables
by drink fridges and an additional counter
A woman stacks cardboard cups behind the coffee machine, glancing UP Now and then waiting for customers. On the platform, people lean up against the ledge on the outside of the curved wall, looking down at their Phones.
Over this scene | imagine the photograph. I can see the people from it like shadows over the present: the man leaning back with legs crossed, reading his book, and further along the platform the two women in their long coats. Behind the counter of the cafe, | imagine the waitress looking out, waiting for the next customer. Our lines of sight cross over, across time.
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Materials: digital camera, glass cup, Canada dry can, cranberry ginger ale, plants, wood chips, sun, and lightroom.
Idea: I wanted the picture to look like an ad for Canada Dry. So I took the picture outside to show how the drink is refreshing. The plants and wood chips make it look like it is a picnic.
Process: I put the soap in the cup and then poured the drink on top to make the bubbles stay longer. I took the props outside and set them up in the wood chips so there was a contrast in color.
A hospital orderly (who looks just like Joe Pesci) stops for some lemonade in the Intensive Care Unit, Rikshospitalet, Oslo University Hospital.
Something about the cat cafe makes me want to use the 'vintage' effect. Probably because the content of the photo reminds me of similar ones I've seen by Japanese Flickr members who use the vintage effect, haha.
I was inspired......i decided to give this a shot
Strobist: Vivitar 285HV gelled blue to camera left 1/4 power. Pentax AF540 snooted camera right 1/8th power.
I am trying to win a contest.
Microsoft and Lenovo are planning to give $50,000 US, to a photographer, to spend working a project, and blogging it.
But I need help. I need Votes.
When they say, "name your dream", this is one of mine. Toad and his gyspy wagon. The time on the canal.... following the mule. That was what I flashed on. The Wind in the Willows was one of the shaping books of my youth. When I was a kid in Ohio we had a wood behind the house, about four acres. That's a fair chunk of tangled deadfall and mysterious nooks and crannies. It was where I set Badger's House in my mind's eye (there was a patch of fallen branches which was covered in leaves and twigs and snow in the winter. Beneath it was a small bit of dark dryness. The wood-rats Ratty scared off with his brace of pistols and cudgel could have lived in it).
That's what I want to do, it's what I want to share. First I have to make the top 20. Then it's up to the judges.
Take a look at my stream, see how I show things, and if you can support the idea (at least enough to see it get considered by the judges), please, "pic" it.
Thanks
Nikon D2H
Focal Length: 28mm
White Balance: Cloudy
Color Mode: Mode II (Adobe RGB)
RAW (12-bit)
1/500 sec - f/6.3
Exposure Comp.: -0.3 EV
Lens: 28-300mm f/3.3-6.3 D
Sensitivity: ISO 200
While railfanning the BNSF at Hinsdale, and there's a lull between trains, it's always great to have a libation at one of the nearby establishments.