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Blackpools North Pier.
Built in the 1860s, it is also the oldest and longest of the three. Although originally intended only as a promenade, competition forced the pier to widen its attractions to include theatres and bars. Unlike Blackpool's other piers, which attracted the working classes with open air dancing and amusements, North Pier catered for the "better-class" market, with orchestra concerts and respectable comedians. Until 2011, it was the only Blackpool pier that consistently charged admission.
Amtrak's Northstar departs Duluth in early evening with a respectable string of Amfleet cars trailing a single F40PH. In the upper right crews are dismantling the large Jeno's warehouse for movement to Ohio. Bridge Yard was abandoned in October 1984 to make way for an extension of I-35 through downtown Duluth.
....... I have never had the opportunity to discover the nest of the long-tailed tit before .... very happy with it. Hopefully I can discover some activity in this nest a little further in the season. Unless it is completely overgrown by the luxuriant hydra ivy?
Out of respect for the nest inhabitants I took the photo from a respectable - and somewhat hidden - distance, the photo is a more than maximum crop just to be able to show this activity.
The rains are back. Along with afternoon clouds. Now our routine consists of acting and reacting to which ever way the wind blows.
"Owls behaving BADLY!"
Classic kids behaving badly during a family portrait shoot. Mom finally let one have it! All of this and more occurred during a 20 second span. By the time they all decided to face forward and show their eyes, the last pic, it only lasted for 3 seconds and was over!
Nikon Z9 with Nikkor 500mm 5.6 PF lens with FTZ 2 adapter, ISO 2000, F8, 1/1000sec, handheld at a very respectable distance and cropped.
Been to see the Owls again. Switched to using shutter priority instead of old faithful - aperture... Wished I'd done it sooner - quite a few respectable shots!! Here's a few for starters.
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We often see deer in the state park and have seen one walking on this service road several times. As everyone should with all wildlife, we keep a respectable distance from them.
Since the idea of the EPM-1 is to travel extremely light, I wanted to see if mine could make a passable handheld HDR. I guess it can. It cranks out a respectable FPS because there is no inertia from a moving mirror assembly to overcome. And it can be set to bracket up to 7 frames in a variety of different ev steps.
So if you want to annoy your friends with HDR, this little guy can help you accomplish that.
Still, if I am shooting in anger, I'll be there with a tripod and a cable release.
Color Space: sRGB
Contrast: Normal
Shutter Speed: 5 bracketed exposures
Exposure Mode: Manual exposure
Exposure Program: Aperture priority
FNumber: 4.5
ISO Speed Ratings: 200
Metering Mode: Pattern
Saturation: Normal
Scene Capture Type: Standard
Sharpness: Normal
White Balance: Auto white balance
Or should I say "Snake Creek Canyon"? :) I'm sure Snake is a respectable river for parts of the year (after the snow starts melting in Yellowstone), but it was a mere trickle when we visited. Still, we fell in love with this place, literally at first sight! So much so that, after sleeping on it for one night, we bought land to build a house near the canyon's edge.
BTW, this is a 318 megapixel focus stacked panorama. To steal a line from a certain would-be US president: please clap.
Soon after Frank Lloyd Wright died in 1959, his apprentice Aaron Green presented Wright's widow Olgivanna with this bronze dragon. Although it was originally intended as a water fountain, Olgivanna declared, "No respectable dragon is going to spout water when it can breathe fire!" In accord with her declaration, architectural apprentices at Taliesin West in Scottsdale, Arizona fitted a gas line to it, perched it atop a stone outside of Taliesin West's Kiva, and occasionally made it breathe fire.
Troisième visite cette semaine et c'est encore Monsieur. Cette fois-ci il est resté scotché à mon acacia plus d'une demi-heure.
Il semblait plus intéressé à écouter ce qu'il se passait sous l'écorce. On a pu le prendre sous toutes les coutures à une distance d'environ 5-8m.
J'ai bien aimé la seule prise où il me regarde droit dans le collimateur...l'instant d'un instant. Puis, il est retourné à sa mission. Sonder, repérer, étudier ??? Il s'est finalement envolé pour se poser sur un autre acacia dans la cour de ma voisine où il à commencé à creuser un trou plus que respectable.
Third visit this week for the Male Pileated. This time he stayed much longer...close to a half-hour.
I really liked this capture where he looks me straight through the viewfinder. Lasted less than a second and he returned to his task. Whatever that was since he did not poke many holes. Looked more like he was gauging, studying or maybe listening for life under the bark.
He finally flew off and landed on my neighbours black locust-bean tree where he started a sizable hole.
This silver brooch belonged to my granddad. He bought it for my christening, many years ago. It has my name engraved and the blue stone seems to have some sort of figure in it, although it has faded a lot during the years.
When he died, at the very respectable age of 92, I inherited it.
For Macro Mondays, theme Treasured
Abelharuco / Bee eater
Vale de Açor - Mértola - Portugal
3.5.2009
Uma foto do baú para recordar os tempos idos em que as aves cumprimentavam respeitosamente os GOEF efectuando a respectiva continência...
An "old" photo, from last year ...good old times...the birds made their respectable cumpliments to the photographer...
"Kiyoshi Atsumi(Tora-san)" is one of highly respectable actors in Japan and people who lives in Shibamata must love him! But we usually don't pray for his statue :)
shibamata,katsushika,tokyo
p.s. 2年前もほぼ同じ時期にさぼって行ってたんですねぇ。。
At 183 cars long, this Q41606 has the record of being the longest train I ever shot. With a fairly flat trip up the RF&P, it's encountering one of its first real uphill challenges as it climbs out of the Potomac River valley to the top of the hill at Georgetown Junction, which is just seconds ahead. Amazingly, the two 4400-horsepower GEs are making the climb unassisted and holding a respectable speed on the hill.
I spotted that RTT was showing an additional 6Z54 1025 Kingmoor-Sellafield today, this turned out to be the previous day’s Bridgwater traffic diverted from Crewe via Shap and Carlisle. 68009 and 68005 are seen just south of St Bees with a respectable load of 3 flasks in tow coinciding with a bright spell and an incoming tide. The train is running along what I still think of as the “new” sea wall although it’s probably been up for about 30 years now. The previous sea-defences here were a ramshackle mix of tipped material including some crude gabions produced from old BRUTE trolleys filled with bags of cement.
Sunahama warms up in preparation for the sumo exhibition. He's a retured sumo wrestler from Hawaii, and weighing in at a respectable 430 pounds, he'd got the weight advantage in thie match. Taken at the 2008 Japanese Festival at the Missouri Botanical Gardens.
Southbound 514 blares through the small town of Hallebourg with veteran SD40-2's 1734-1733 leading the charge. It wasn't all that long ago 6 axle units were restricted from the Kapuskasing Sub and the speed was much slower than today's more respectable speed limit.
Mile 121.7, ONT Kapuskasing Sub
Hallebourg, Ontario
August 19, 2022
Union Pacific SD70M No. 4857 leads a more respectable classmate, No. 5040 onto the Cane Creek sub at Brendel, UT, with the weekly Potash Local from Grand Junction, CO. I have removed some of the graffiti from the nose of the loco in Photoshop in an attempt to improve this image.
04 October 2024
More photos from this trip can be found at: cogloadjunctionphotography.weebly.com/colorado--utah-sept...
Following a service stop in Barstow, Santa Fe 3751 has worked her train up to a respectable 'gallup' as it continues across the Mojave Desert towards Victorville.
Ten years ago... where did the time go?
ATSF 3751 ~ westbound ~ Lenwood, California
BNSF's Cajon Subdivision
05.19.2012
The devil's agents may be of flesh and blood , they may speak sweet and look nice and respectable...
A rare weekend escape with no kids!
Whilst riding one handed I managed to switch to shutter priority, change to 1/250th, pop-up the in-built flash (OK, the chin came in handy there) and then shoot from about 50cm above the road. And get respectable results. Only with a Nikon :)
“How quickly revolutions grow old; and, worse still, respectable.” – G. K. Chesterton
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The Holiday Train starts to slow down for Elbow Lake just west of Barrett. A big change from the previous day is an additional unit on the front to aid an ailing CP 2246. CPKC personnel threw some decorations on CP 2300 to give it some respectable holiday spirit as the new leader of the train.
The only function of economic forecasting is to make astrology look respectable.
- John Kenneth Galbraith
I've always liked this photo, but technically, it was bad. I've discovered that f/4.0 on the 24-105 lens produces soft lines, and 10000 ISO isn't the best, even for my camera that sees in the dark. I made a B&W out of it, and gave it some PP tweaks. The result now respectable, I think.
From back in the day when "Gangstas" were respectable businessmen on top of being Gangsters, not thugs with guns that don't know how to dress or act right.
It was so nice to hear this Burrowing Owl had returned again for a second year! The bad thing was an asshole photographer was harassing the bird, chasing and getting too close... even with a fucking big lens! You can bet we had words and the words that came out of my mouth were not nice.
This shot was taken from the pathway at a respectable distance.
A Swainson's Hawk (Buteo swainsoni) from Dallam County, Texas.
Among the numerous grassland birds of the Rita Blanca National Grassland is an elite killer, and a “respectable prairie raptor”, as my friend and U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service biologist Matt Whitbeck would say: The Swainson’s Hawk. These open country specialists undertake one of the most impressive migrations of all raptors. They breed in western North America, as far north as Alaska and winter in Argentina. During migration they may form large “kettles”, delighting bird watchers as they pass overhead en masse. They take a variety of prey on their summer hunting grounds, including prairie dogs, ground squirrels, rabbits, and even Burrowing Owls.
I managed to get much closer to the yellowhammers at Bathpool today - actually got some respectable shots!
Little River Railroad #110 makes some serious smoke as it hauls a respectable train of 2 cabooses, and 6 heavyweight coaches up a slight grade near Quincy, MI.
LRR 110 is currently the smallest operating standard gauge 4-6-2 in the world, and operates on Indiana Northeastern trackage from Coldwater to Quincy, Michigan on certain days throughout the year. On this date in 2016, the LRR 110 was running the final "Santa Train" for the season, so a trip was due to chase it on one of their afternoon runs. It was a snowy, chilly day, perfect conditions for smoke plumes. It may be a small steam engine but man can it put on a show!
NS H21 drops a trainload of interchange traffic for the Strasburg Railroad at Leaman Place, PA. Although best known as a tourist railroad, Strasburg has been getting a respectable volume of freight traffic in recent years, predominantly consisting of lumber and agricultural products. The spectacle of watching steam power and old EMD end-cab switchers pull the freight into Strasburg is a great show, but seeing freight traffic under wires on the Keystone Corridor is an equally interesting but often overlooked operation.
Blowing it's horn for Pie-XII boulevard 1/4 of a mile behind me, the Massena-based CSX crew on today's LO39 job are homeward-bound with a respectable 34-car train, all billed for points south of the border.
The first car came from Grace Davison and the second and third one from National Silicate, both located in Salaberry de Valleyfield and deserved by CN job L538 who does the CN/CSX interchange at Cecile on a daily basis.
CSX LO39-07
811 5440
Milepost 214.7 Montreal subdivision
St-Timothée,QC
March 7th 2025
While on a walkabout I noticed this fellow on an elevated boardwalk. The weasel was frantically looking for a way around all the folks nearby and off the boardwalk. In the meantime I moved back to a respectable distance and got a few shots off. Beyond cute and fun to watch.
Sony Alpha 7 | Carl Zeiss Planar 1.4/50 T*
1972
Part of Fisher receiver line 1972 were 201, 202, 203 and 205. This is the smallest one of the series: Model 201 Futura ($249.95) in typical The Fisher design of the early seventies. It has respectable output of 2x20 Watt. The sound is astonishingly voluminous and the Futura is already service-friendly discreet manufactured.
In Germany “The Fisher” was distributed by ELAC (Turntables) in my hometown Kiel near Hamburg at high pricing, but sold well. This 201 Futura is til today in a very good condition. I got it with German brochure and nice US booklet.
"FISHER - WORLD LEADER IN HIGH QUALITY STEREO"
A beautiful piece of HiFi history. Thank you Avery Fisher!
The following from a book published in 1790
Throsby] Nettleworth
Is a hamlet of Mansfield. The old mansion here, which had been for several centuries the habitation of the respectable family of the Wyldes, was pulled down, and the present modern house erected in 1785, by the late Mr. Wylde, who dying when it was nearly completed, it descended, together with the estate in this place, to his son William Wylde, Esq. who is now a student in Emmanuel College, Cambridge.
¶The reader will perceive in Thoroton's account of this place, above, that Gervas Wylde, a spanish merchant, was a captain of a ship in 1588, in the english fleet, opposed to the Spanish armada, where he made use of arrows with long steel heads, shot out of muskets, some of which he left at Nettleworth. The Rev. Mr. Wylde of Nottingham, rector of St. Nicholas of that place, has now in his possession, three of the very arrows, and a portrait of that sea officer, who had a share in the glorious victory over that mighty armament: a sketch of one of the arrows is here represented, which I sketched at that Gentleman's house at Nottingham in 1795. The arrows are 18 inches long; the wood oak.
except take exercise, get up early, or be respectable :-) Oscar Wilde
HBW!!
tulips, sarah p duke gardens, duke university, durham, north carolina
Like any good tourist, I had to take a picture of this historic monument. It's not anything too brilliant, or magnificent, but it is a quaint, even respectable landmark to commemorate Active World's narrative of when the world was born, and who was its first citizen. There's a bit more that would be interesting to know, such as who this first citizen was in the real world, and what their relation to Active Worlds was. Was this Cy person part of the team that created Active Worlds, or is this the first unique individual that signed up to become a citizen? A lot of questions, just from one statue and its simple homage.
Note: I have come to consider places like Worlds and Active Worlds as being open virtual worlds. These were the pioneers of virtual spaces on the internet, and among the first to quote Snow Crash, even begin to coin 'metaverse' and web3.0 in trying to explain what they are. Therefore, any group that, in a general sense, speaks of themselves as an open world, open life, virtual world, web3.0, or hypergrid, seems appropriate appropriate groups to add them to. After all, these virtual worlds were very much ahead of the game and developed a lot of the aspects that make up our virtual world experiences even to this day. Not only did they have teleportation to different regions, but to different servers, even without utilizing a hypergate, but simply by teleporting to that server, as long as you had that server's coordinates. If you don't agree with this definition, let me know, and I won't post these in your group.
“Prohibido el paso.” The notice on the sign was accompanied by a figure of a walker with an admonitory line across the body for anyone who was in doubt. In fact there were two signs at the base of Montana Negra, just at the point where we proposed to begin the ascent. The approach from the car park had been entertaining enough already, as the billions of beads of volcanic gravel gave way beneath our feet. I could be melodramatic and tell you it was like wading through treacle, but that would be an exaggeration. But it was a bit like battling through a modest layer of snow. Hot black snow at that. As we looked up at the two hundred metres above us, we noticed an already worn track that gradually headed out of sight along the western side of Montana Negra. With no further warning signs to ward us off, we breathed in and began to wade.
The climb itself was short but far from sweet, as each footstep found us sinking into the soft shifting ground beneath us. It seemed the entire mountain was made entirely of those tiny black beads. Progress was slow and steady, but the track we followed had been traced by our invisible guide to keep the gradient at a respectable but not too challenging angle. Gradually but gradually we made our way to the far side of the mountain, where the view for which we were putting ourselves through all of this discomfort was obscured by the gravelly mass, somewhere under which presumably lay a core of hard igneous rock. For a while it seemed that the summit that wasn’t so far away would remain forever aloof and unapproachable. Would we just end up spending the rest of the afternoon walking in circles around the highest quarter of the cone that seemed to shun our attentions, admiring the geraniums and aeoniums as we went, yet never getting any closer to the top? But then we saw where the people who’d gone before had clearly had enough of pussyfooting about and made a more direct line to the green crown that marked the end of the climb. A small flock of sparrows broke from their cover as we crunched the final steps to what must be one of the best viewpoints on Lanzarote. It had only taken half an hour to get here, but it had been a long half hour.
Much like the adventures in Madeira in the spring were supposed to be a holiday, the autumn trip to Lanzarote was one of those where the camera bag was on board for the occasional foray into Togland. We were here to take morning dips in the pool, outings to the island’s many attractions in the hire car, and regular afternoons lazing on the beach and lounging about in the surprisingly warm Atlantic Ocean. Photography would take place, but not centre stage. But there’s no denying the fact that Lanzarote is a rather splendid island to bring your camera to – in my opinion especially so for the earthy browns, reds, ochres and blacks that colour the twisted landscape of the Timanfaya National Park. If you’d been standing at this viewpoint pretty much any time of day or night between 1730 and 1736, the landscape in front of you would have resembled a collection of enormous pyres, lava flows spreading left right and centre. You’d probably have been glad you bought your goggles and a clothes peg to put on your nose too. Apparently, during this period where a number of villages were buried beneath the black lava fields forever, nobody died, although a number of goat herds were poisoned by noxious gases. I read this in the guide that Ali found in a local charity shop just days before were caught the plane. In every direction we could see the craters that told the story of this bruised and battered archipelago. Every one of them looked like an adventure in the making.
And here’s a lovely thing about being on an island chain that’s just a challenging pedalo ride from the beaches of north west Morocco. By the time we stood and grinned at the rich, unmistakably volcanic tones of the raw and empty landscape below, it was just before five in the afternoon. By now, our home two thousand miles away would already be almost in darkness, yet here the sun still shone strongly. Even on our lofty perch we were in tee shirts and shorts, basking in the warm light and enjoying the rewards of that difficult route march from the car park. Less than a mile to the north lay the stunning ruddy flamed flank of Montana Colorada, studded with patches of bright green scrub. And then to the west, centre stage among the peaks and calderas before the setting sun sat the Volcan El Cuervo, the most distinctive remnant of them all. It looked as if the demolition team had started work, but run out of funds and left what remained of the volcano standing.
As the light fell and the orange ball settled into the frame, I took my shots and hoped I’d made the most of our visit. Much as I’d have happily stood here and watched the day ebb away, it wasn’t lost on us that while sunset and dusk are no more than passing acquaintances in our northern latitudes, here they go hand in hand. No sooner has the orange ball disappeared beneath the horizon than the dark cloaked night coughs and reaches across the all too fleeting blue hour to announce its presence. For a few moments you might get a pink tuft of cirrus on a deepening blue sky, but very soon the land is reduced to dark silhouettes against a saturated orange glow on the horizon. Although I had my torch in the pack, it seemed sensible to get back to the car before the shadows arrived and the night crept in to surround us.
And it was at this point that Ali, who is practically blind without them, realised she’d left her glasses in the car. While I could now swap my shades for my varifocals, she would be making her way down the slope in the double dark. So like James Garner leading Donald Pleasance, I held her hand as we began the descent. The irony is that I look a little bit like Donald Pleasance. She doesn’t look anything like James Garner though – did I need to say that? She doesn’t even drive a 1974 Pontiac Firebird for goodness’ sake (depending upon your age you may need to look some of this up). The good news is that the beads that had made the upward trek so challenging were now our friends, and although neither of us had ever been skiing, we fancied ourselves as downhill Olympians on a black run as the soft terrain eased the way and allowed us to proceed at about five times the pace at which we’d climbed to the top just over an hour earlier. In record time James and Donald were back at road level, with their boots full of black gravel and the word “happy” written in bold type across their faces. The mountain that didn’t want to be climbed had been conquered and then left in peace once more. There would be more of them to wade to the summits of as the adventure continued.
"Owls behaving BADLY!"
Classic kids behaving badly during a family portrait shoot. Mom finally let one have it! All of this and more occurred during a 20 second span. By the time they all decided to face forward and show their eyes, the last pic, it only lasted for 3 seconds and was over!
Nikon Z9 with Nikkor 500mm 5.6 PF lens with FTZ 2 adapter, ISO 2000, F8, 1/1000sec, handheld at a very respectable distance and cropped.
Making a drunken fool of myself at a respectable winery. Oh, Suki...
Location: Curly Vine Winery, Watchtower
Featuring: Truth / R3 / Blueberry / ROC
'... I had a brief but very enjoyable chat with this 82-year-old tailor. As he talked, he disclosed how happy and proud he has been to live on his own, how he has stood every bad weather to work 6 days a week; he also illustrated keen eyes and steady hands which made me feel ashamed …'
Pottinger Street (Stone Slab Street), Central, Hong Kong
'Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.' Henri Cartier Bresson
Hello one and all!
For the ladies and gentlemen alike, I've released a suit version of the respectable dress,
Available today at The Men's Department!
The suit comes in 6 colors, each packaged with a color change hud for the cravat and lace.
The fatpack includes all colors, and the option to mix and match.
One size each, so please try a demo to make sure you like the fit!
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