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This is a remote but beautiful staircase in the Musée du Louvre. Probably made even more remote because of a modern escalator close by. These were once the stairs to the apartment of Napoleon III. Actually they still are but Napoleon III is no longer in residence.
The staircase runs from a permanently closed door in the Richelieu Passage that you can peak through and think about what once was. Then up to the Sculptures Department and up some more to the Decorative Arts Department on the first floor. The stairs end between the galleries devoted to the paintings of the Northern Europe and a passage to the preserved Apartments of Napoleon III. In this view the doorway is the decorative arts department and the sculpture court is just below.
There is so much architectural history and so many grand staircases in the Louvre that I can't find out much more than the fact that these stairs were designed by Hector Lefuel. I did find out that it was built between 1852 and 1858 in the north wing or the Nouveau Louvre. Designed as a proper approach to the first elected President of France and completed just after that President decided to appoint himself Emperor of the French.
The staircase was designed for the "New Louvre" because there was an older wing and the original staircase called "escalier de bibliothèque" went up to the imperial library until it was burned down in a revolt. Years before the destruction of the library both Ben Franklin and Thomas Jefferson must have been frequent visitors. After the new construction French citizens must have looked up those stairs and then the message was clear, someone very important is up there.
Remote-fired (SU-800) SB-800 in SoftLiter II diffused umbrella to camera-right, 6' white reflector to camera-left for fill.
Tripod-mounted D200, 60mm Nikkor.
After we arrived at our sandy camp sites, had dinner, photographed until the sun went down, and just relaxed for a bit chatting on the windless night, we decided to have some fun. With 3 headlamps between us, we placed two of them in each of the tents and then mine became the one to shine into the universe above. It had been quite cloudy during the day into the evening and it was starting to open up through the thin clouds, revealing Orion in the winter night sky. In the top center you can see clearly the red supergiant Betelgeuse star of Orion showing its warm hue through the glow provided by the thin clouds. I stood still looking up at Orion for the 30 second exposure, while the moon lit up the landscape. As is the custom, I looked completely away from camera :)
UP 700 and 573 (ex Missouri Pacific and Southern Pacific, respectively) are on the end of a baretable consist as they reposition it at the Denver Intermodal Terminal. The two locomotives have been upgraded for remote operation, and the engineer can be seen standing on the side of 700 with the control pack around his neck.
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When I was out shooting something else, I took this as a test shot of sorts but it ended up looking nice enough to keep!
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Early morning reflections of the road bridge spanning Australia's Outback Burke River on the edge of the small isolated (and very interesting) country town of Boulia, Queensland.
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Barway, Cambridgeshire
This splendid brick bridge sits out on the end of the remote fenland hamlet of Barway, and crosses the Soham Lode which flows into the Great Ouse about a mile to the north. But immediately on the other side of the bridge, the road stops, and a muddy track leads across a field to the bank of the great river.
On the far side is Little Thetford, the village where I had spent the first three years of my life. But there is no bridge across the Ouse, or the Old West River as the locals call it, and never has been. At one time there was a windmill on the Barway side, and an old fenman would take you across on the chain ferry for a couple of pence. My mother tells me that in the long hot summers of the 1940s, her older brothers would swim across to avoid paying the toll, but why ever they should have wanted to cross from Little Thetford to the much smaller Barway I don't know.
I'd wanted to visit Barway because I recently discovered that my grandparents lived there in the 1920s, their first home together as man and wife. Also, it is one of the very last places in the Cambridgeshire Fens that I've never visited.
Barway is down a long, dead-end lane off of the Ely to Soham road, not far from Stuntney. It is so small that it doesn't even have a sign announcing its name - a dozen houses, a shut pub, a redundant church, a closed school. And yet, it is rather lovely, a tiny lost place on the edge of the river - only the Fen is beyond.
By the 1930s my grandparents had moved across the Great Ouse to Grunty Fen, where my mother was born, and then into
Little Thetford where my grandfather died in 1953, eight years before I was born. He lies buried in an unmarked grave in Little Thetford cemetery.
I stood for a while beside the tiny village green in Barway outside the former Bull public house, thinking about all this, and then headed back up the road towards Stuntney. As I turned off towards Padney I passed G's, one of the largest vegetable processing plants in the country. It is so vast that it has a road system of its own, and a hostel housing East European workers. I passed the hostel, and dozens of young East European men were larking about in the grounds, playing football, drinking cans of Tyskie, texting loved ones at home. There were young women too, but they were mainly out in the fields around Stretham, bringing in salad vegetables.
Strobist: Lit by a Nikon SB-800 with a cardboard ringlight and an ebay trigger, and an optically slaved (and rrrreally old!) Starblitz 3600 BTZ pointing at the ceiling.
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Quark Expeditions and other ship operators provide support to researchers with transportation to remote locations. This location featured a camera to monitor the local bird colony. More times than not, polar bears make toys of the equipment. The equipment may make it through 3 seasons. As researchers visit each area, they'll swap out the memory disks. Canon 5DM4 with Canon 24-105mm L @ 82mm 1/80s f/8 ISO 250 and shot from a bouncy zodiac. Post-processing in LRC, PS, and Topaz Sharpen AI.
Taken on a remote shoot with Artemis © Craig Lindsay 2024. All rights reserved.
Model: Artemis Fauna
In BCR days, southbound trains always ran with a remote in the middle. At Darcy, a manned set of three or even four units were cut in to lift heavy trains up to Birken, and again from Pemberton up to Mons (Whistler) where they would then run light back to Darcy.
Fast forward fifteen years. CN figures they've reinvented the wheel by running remote trains over the former BCR line. I know, we're all still laughing too.
A typical train run 2x2 with AC power. These things are Cadillacs of the railway, lifting nearly 10,000 tons up the gruelling 2.2% climb. Power then returns north the next day, with units being set out in Lillooet to then run south again. That's right, remotes are cut in to bring a train 110 miles to Squamish, to just be dismantled again.
Pictures here, a pair of big GE's shove a light southbound across highway 99 just south of Pemberton.