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Separating the sacred (the church, to the left) from the profane (the village, to the right). All shots of this series done with the Mitakon Speedmaster at F0.95.
The first genuinely cloudless day from dusk til dawn that we have had in two months sees another adventure south after 925, this time getting all the way to the cliffs at Waitati.
Second loco 5097's paint has held up well, being one of the early KiwiRail repaints from 2008 with the horizontal red/grey colour separation. Many of the paint jobs from
Thanks again for the ride, Mr Jokertrekker.
28 Dec 2022, Train 925, DXBs 5022-5097, Katiki, SIMT-NZ
If you look at other frames from along the coast here (including one from last night) I don't think I've ever captured so many vehicles on the South Island's main road in one shot. There is a van with a trailer behind the coal containers too.
This is pretty much the opposite of yesterday's post. Iceberg remnants on the black sand beach at Jokulsarlon, Iceland, April, 2021
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Separating the cars (to the right) from the pedestrians (on the left). All shots in this series done with the Mitakon Speedmaster at F0.95.
Growth tips have been quickly getting larger and more deep green. When still new they were good to eat, but now they're getting to be too tough to chew.
Taken with Canon EF 70-200mm F2.8 USM IS.
This fence is the line between a farmer's corn field and Mitchell's Grove Happy Fence Friday! Five exposure HDR processed with Nik HDR Efex Pro 2
Leica M-P & Elmarit-M 28mm
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These men are not actually interacting at all - the seated man is talking to another seated person in front of him but obscured by the man walking past, outside the window.
the heart of the city - Manila at dusk. The orange glow of sunset is caused by the thick smog in the atmosphere .
Separation by W.S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its colour.
I miss you so much Mikey but know you are where ever you are watching us with a jar of PB in your hand