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Crimean bridge - suspension bridge in Moscow, passes across the Moscow River. The bridge was built during Stalin's reconstruction of the city and is open May 1, 1938 the length of the span of the river - 168 meters. The bridge has a span 3; its total length - 688 m, width 38.5 m.
From April to December 2001, work on the general reconstruction of the Crimean Bridge. During this time, builders repave the sidewalks and the roadway of the bridge. Prefabricated slabs of pavement have been replaced by a monolith. In addition, the waterproofing of the bridge, carried out anti-corrosion treatment of metal structures has been updated. It replaced as 5500 square meters of granite cladding.
The Moki Dugway is a dirt switchback road carved into the face of the cliff edge of Cedar Mesa. It consists of 3 miles (4.8 km) of steep, unpaved, switchbacks that wind 1,200 feet (3,657 m) from the valley floor.
The Moki Dugway was constructed in 1958 by Texas Zinc, a mining company, to transport uranium ore.
The term "Moki" comes from the Spanish word, moqui, a term used by explorers in this region to describe the Pueblo Indians. Dugway is a term used to describe a roadway carved from a hillside.
A Great Gray Owl (Strix nebulosa) reading peacefully on a post along the edge of the roadway in the boreal woods north of Opal, Alberta, Canada.
30 October, 2018.
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I am so ready for Fall. I love those foggy cool mornings and all the things we'll discover along the way where the road curves.
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Isaiah 43:19 “Behold, I am going to do something new, now it will spring up; Will you not be aware of it? I will even make a roadway in the wilderness, rivers in the desert.”
Evening wildflowers -- I think these are Leatherleaf Chamaedaphne calyculata -- by the roadway at the Pine Tree Overlook of the Blue Ridge Parkway in western Virginia. ©2021 John M. Hudson | jmhudson1.com
"Sunfire Junipers", Capture at 1/400 sec @F/8.0 ISO 400 ; 38mm on a Sigma 18-250mm F/3.5-6.3 Lens; The sun was at 12.30 position and shining right into this grove of trees beside a road, That had been just cleared 30ft or so back from the edge of the roadway revealing these junipers. They were lit up in such a way they looked like to be on Fire. It was just beautiful makes a photographer's heart ache to own a Medium format camera with a sharp lens to capture the scenes beauty. Malagash, NS 05-06 2020.
This storm about gave us whiplash with the building and diminishing clouds. Got a tad bit wet watching this one.
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Trees in Flooded Meadow. © Copyright 2023 G Dan Mitchell.
Yosemite Valley trees stand in a meadow flooded with spring snow run-off.
At first glance, this photograph perhaps looks more like something from the Florida Everglades. But as the spring snow melt switches into high gear many typically dry places in California are distinctly wet. During my pre-Memorial-Day visit to Yosemite Valley many meadows and even low forest areas were flooded by the rising Merced River. More than once as I hiked in the Vally my trails simply disappeared under water!
I know this spot well and have photographed here in the past — when it was a dry forest along the banks of the Merced. But this week the water came almost to the roadway and flooded the trail in places. In fact, I had to set up on some rather spongy ground in order to frame this scene.
G Dan Mitchell is a California photographer and visual opportunist. His book, “California’s Fall Color: A Photographer’s Guide to Autumn in the Sierra” is available from Heyday Books, Amazon, and directly from G Dan Mitchell.
What would you guess? Probably a decade ago as a bird was sitting up on those wires it dropped a Malus Lollipop Crabapple tree seed into the ditch at the side of the road. In her not so quiet solitude she grew to be the Queen of the road.
Maybe for people who in live in the more quieter parts of the world may not understand but for someone who lives in one of the most congested parts of North America the concept of walking into the middle a quiet road for minutes at a time and not worry about getting run over and taking in the blessed silence is a simple pleasure.
В этот день мы отправились в страну башен и легенд, небольшую, но очень живописную республику Ингушетию, и планировали снимать закат уже на перевале Цей-Лоам. Тогда мы были уверены, что время на дорогу мы выделили с приличным запасом и полностью учли предыдущий опыт довольно частых остановок, чтобы запечатлеть что-нибудь красивое.
Дорога к перевалу, как изящная лента, свивалась среди еще заснеженных гор, простираясь вдоль хребтов и бархатных лугов. Это была не просто асфальтированная трасса, а настоящий аттракцион пейзажей, устоять перед красотой которых было практически невозможно. За каждым поворотом открывались новые, впечатляющие виды: скалистые вершины, вздымающиеся до самых небес, и глубокие долины, которые убаюкивали своим одиночеством. На остановках мы видели, как дикие цветы распустились среди камней, делясь с нами своей жизнерадостностью. Слышали тихий шепот быстро текущего где-то вдали ручья и гул мириад насекомых, как только стихал могучий ветер.
Говорят, что время в такие моменты замирает. Допускаю, что так оно и есть, просто происходит не с каждым и точно не с нами в тот день. Часы неумолимо отсчитывали секунды и у нас оставалось не так много драгоценных минут до момента, когда солнце начнёт погружаться за горизонт. Свет становился мягче и самые высокие пики уже укутывались в пушистые облака, готовясь провести эту ночь с комфортом. Вскоре небо окунулось в золотистые и малиново-розовые оттенки, а случайные облака, попадающие в лучи закатного солнца, отражали невероятную палитру цветов.
Поднявшись на перевал, мы оказались в плотном облаке, одном из многих, которые эти каменные великаны с седыми головами, укладывали подле себя. Ветер, словно старый и уставший пастух, подгонял белые тучки будто зазевавшихся овечек, открывая на мгновенье сияющие вершины. Некогда бушующее пламя заката угасло, оставив после себя лишь тлеющие угли, которые продолжали искриться, словно напоминая о том, что где-то внутри них еще осталось пламя и они просто ждут, чтобы их разожгли снова.
Может быть, я не успел на закат в его строгих рамках времени, но я получил массу впечатлений, оказавшись на одном из самых красивых перевалов Кавказа, и это для меня гораздо важнее. В итоге мы обсудили планы на рассветную съемку, и отправились устраиваться на ночлег.
On this day, we set off to the land of towers and legends, a small yet very picturesque republic of Ingushetia, planning to capture the sunset already at the Tsey-Loam Pass. At that time, we were confident that we had allotted enough time for the journey, fully considering our previous experiences of frequent stops to capture something beautiful.
The road to the pass wounds like a graceful ribbon among the still snow-covered mountains, stretching along ridges and velvet meadows. It was not just an asphalted roadway, but a true attraction of landscapes, difficult to resist the beauty of which. With every turn, new, stunning views unfolded: rocky peaks soaring to the very skies and deep valleys that lulled with their solitude. At our stops, we saw wildflowers blooming among the stones, sharing their cheerfulness with us. We could hear the quiet whisper of a rapidly flowing stream somewhere in the distance and the hum of myriad insects as soon as the mighty wind calmed down.
It’s said that time stands still in such moments. I admit that it may be true, but it doesn't happen to everyone, and certainly not to us that day. The clock relentlessly counted the seconds, and we were left with not many precious minutes until the moment the sun would begin to sink below the horizon. The light was growing softer, and the highest peaks were already wrapped in fluffy clouds, preparing to spend the night in comfort. Soon, the sky was immersed in golden and rose-tinted shades, while the scattered clouds caught in the rays of the setting sun reflected an incredible palette of colors.
Having ascended to the pass, we found ourselves enveloped in a dense cloud, one of many that these stone giants with their silver heads laid beside them. The wind, like an old and weary shepherd, nudged the white clouds as if they were dozing sheep, momentarily revealing the shining peaks. The once-raging flames of the sunset had faded, leaving behind only smoldering embers that continued to sparkle, as if reminding us that somewhere within them, the fire still lingered, simply waiting to be rekindled.
Perhaps I didn’t make it to the sunset within its strict confines of time, but I gained a wealth of impressions by being at one of the most beautiful passes in the Caucasus, and that is far more important to me. In the end, we discussed plans for the dawn shoot and set off to find a place to spend the night.
This strange object, stranded on the rocks is one of the remaining sections of the Mulberry Harbour, an eerie remnant of World War Two. A floating pontoon which bore a roadway, secretly tested at Garlieston in 1943 and used during the D-Day landings in Normandy.
The two sections stranded here lend an air of weirdness to what is already a bleak place. Brutalist in shape and industrial in appearance, they lay like shipwrecks, buffeted by tide after tide, slowly eroding away.
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roadway leading into an overlook area in the Wichita
Mountains Wildlife Refuge - Oklahoma
This stream is all fresh water coming down from the mountains and runs then into the ocean water area in West Vancouver, BC. Lots of birds like to drink from this water. In the distance can be seen the Lions Gate Bridge which connects the entire West & North Shore areas with Vancouver proper, by going through the Stanley Park roadway.
I miss this place; one day hope to see it again.
The 1,800 metres Acueducto de Morelia with its night accent lighting. The aqueduct has 253 arches.
This section is close to Centro and approaching its highest level of 10 metres.
The aqueduct was an important element for the Historic Center of Morelia being declared Cultural Heritage of Humanity by UNESCO in 1991.
But you have to take all of those things, you have to take into consideration the paths, the roadways, how much cloud cover there is, how much foliage cover there is, whether there are streams, all of that comes into play.
- Richard Serra
The tall grasses in mid-Missouri turn a beautiful golden color during autumn, making the rugged landscape all the more beautiful around the 1,150 mile shoreline of the Lake of the Ozarks. This was shot from a gravel parking lot next to Baxtern's restaurant. Segments of the old road (now closed) that leads to Blue Heron Restaurant can be seen through the grasses and the trees on the right. The restaurant itself sits on the highest point along the shoreline of this huge, world-renowned serpentine-shaped recreational lake. The small island in the distance is known as Hawaiian Island.
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People traveling through the Oklahoma Panhandle were mesmerized by the mammatus clouds during this spring storm.
Beaver County Oklahoma