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bought new eyes and found a new song ...
Listen: Niia – Sideline ft. Jazmine Sullivan (Live)
I love that crunchy sound of their voices while they sing the high notes... damn!
Yeah, I know, she's still the background on your phone
And I know, I know, it takes time to get someone out your mind
You don't give me any signs
And I told you all the passwords to mine
And I'll admit I haven't been completely faithful
It was way back, in April, and we didn't have a label
Yeah I tried to play it cool, 'cause we were never really stable
It's never ever able to figure out
Keep waiting for the right time
While you keep me on the side line
I'm sick of all this trying, trying, trying
While I watch you drift further away
It's like I have you but I don't really have you
But I'm giving you all of me, when I only get half of you
Sometimes I'm way too understanding and I give too many chances
I keep making up excuses while you make-off like a bandit
But now, it's getting harder to ignore
Settled for so little, but I want so much more from you, my dear
You've got to make things clear
Keep waiting for the right, time
While you keep me, on the side line
I'm sick for this tryin', tryin', tryin'
While I watch drift further away
I know I'm better than you make me feel
Told me you'd love me so I'd know it's real
You know I try, try to believe in us
Try to believe in us, but it gets hard as fuck, you know it
Keep waiting for the right time
Still on that side line
I'm so far away
Keep waiting for the right time
While you keep me on the side line
I'm sick of all this tryin', tryin', tryin'
While I watch you drift further away
Freight cars, taken out of service, sit on CSX siding tracks awaiting repairs in New Buffalo, Michigan.
Nikon D5100, Tamron 18-270, ISO 500, f/6.3, 270mm, 1/200s
It's hard not to put the Empire State Building as the main subject. So many other worthy buildings in this city.
© Leanne Boulton, All Rights Reserved
Street photography from Glasgow, Scotland.
Previously unpublished shot from November 2019. Enjoy!
Sometimes when you are out hunting the light, an unexpected opportunity shows up on the side of the road. For this one, I just pulled over, got out, set up the tripod, mounted the camera, and shot the scene. It just looked worth it at the time.
We go to the Phily Diner, our sixth this year. It's delightfully retro, as you can see from this jukebox. Unfortunately, this is not in working order, and it got stuck in a space right by the kitchen doors with a tray leaning against it. I jump up to remove the tray for my photo, but the waitress beats me to it and seats people in this booth. So, picture flawed. I like the jukebox anyway.
We had a huge, delicious lunch surrounded by Elvis, Marilyn, Frank and Ray (Charles}. We saw an antique toy car collection, not to mention the Ford Fairlane outside, 50's sports memorabilia, lots of neon and always, the ketchup. This one fit the bill!
Random snapshot, catching my babe preparing for her blog... She is beautiful, she is amazing and I love her! ♥
I've always liked criss-crossed lines. From this point the canal crossed with the railway and further along multiple roads crossed over the train tracks. Very satisfying.
These parts of Chester were very quiet by this time. I think one car passed us and we might have seen just one or two people in the distance.
On Oct. 15, 1977, my father and I stopped by Rio Grande's Roper Yard in South Salt Lake. Our timing was perfect, as Western Pacific's "Wendover Local" pulled into the yard to tie up. Leading the train was General Electric U23B locomotive No. 2259.
WP acquired 15 samples of this model from GE in May and June of 1972. After the UP-WP merged in 1983, the remaining 13 U23Bs were sidelined and stored in Salt Lake City, and would be formally retired from the roster when the lease expired in 1987.
Belvidere & Delaware River (BDRV) SW1200 no. 1202 rests at a jaunty angle on a siding in Three Bridges, NJ. The locomotive was built in January 1956 as New Haven Railroad no. 643.
Manche lieben Ihn, manche hassen Ihn, und halten sich
deshalb lieber im Abseits um ihren Glühwein in Ruhe
zu genießen.
Hier sieht man den Weihnachtsmarkt in Hamburg am Jungfernstieg während der Pandemie 2021.
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The Christmas market.
Some love it, some hate it, and therefore prefer to stay on the sidelines to enjoy their mulled wine in peace. Here you can see the Christmas market on Hamburg Jungfernstieg during the pandemic in 2021.
Sidelines - the lines along the two long sides of a sports field, tennis court, etc. that mark the outer edges; the area just outside these.
Someone or something is sidelined, they are made to seem unimportant and not included in what people are doing.
Bristol, UK.
We hadn’t really bargained for a bulging car park here on Christmas Eve. Why wasn’t everyone else charging about in a frenzy, picking up an extra jar of cranberry sauce and having punch ups in the supermarket aisles over the last tray of pigs in blankets? Why weren’t they worrying about whether there were enough crackers or sprouts for the dinner table the next day? I ignored the queue and snuck off to the right into the top car park, which at first seemed to be a bad move until an elderly couple came strolling towards me with intent. “Are you about to leave?” I asked through a wound down window. “Yes, we’re just here,” the man pointed to a parked car five yards behind me. Fortune favours the inventive. Five minutes later, as I walked down through the melee, apologetic volunteers told waiting drivers that the place was full. “We’ll get you in as soon as possible,” I heard a lady say to a bored looking man who was stuck in a growing tailback that threatened to block the road down to the King Harry Ferry. At least I was in, although it was very busy indeed. At her suggestion I’d come here to meet my daughter and two year old granddaughter for a spot of lunch and a slow amble around our local National Trust garden. At least once inside the grounds, things seemed a bit more relaxed. None of us cope well with Christmas. It all goes a bit too crazy as far as we’re concerned. People spending money they can’t afford on things that other people neither need nor want. “Did you keep the receipt?” Ali and I find it all a lot less stressful now that we no longer buy each other presents. One of my cousins is in the Witnesses, and while I don’t share her religious convictions, our views on the festive season don’t seem to be that far apart. Call me Mr Grinch if you like. If you enjoy this time of year, that’s great - all I ask is to be allowed to sit on the sidelines with a note from Matron.
After lunch, when a very small person needed to go home before the danger nap hour arrived, I was determined to grab a bit of time to myself before surrendering to the madness. And this was a place where I’d once come to directly from work, immediately after the end of my last ever autumn term, on an afternoon where I’d seen a couple of possibilities that nobody else appeared to have spotted before. On that drab December day I took shots that promised more than they delivered, and resolved to return with a longer lens and in better conditions. Now, four years and one day later, I was back again. The clock had not long struck two in the afternoon, sunset was a little after four, and Ali had given me a shopping list for Tesco in Truro before six. Which included pigs in blankets. But they had to be nice ones because we were dining with her family the next day. Twelve people in one space with all of those awful Christmas songs bouncing off the walls and rattling between my ears. I refer you to the last few sentences of the first paragraph.
I digress - back to those two compositions I’d seen but never returned to in all this time. The first of them was proving to be rather frustrating. Try as I did, it needed a fast shutter and wasn’t working, so with daylight starting to run out, I moved from the beach and up the slope to the other, where the matching headlands on the east side of the Fal Estuary lay bathed in softly glowing winter light. Last time I tried, it was a tight one to compose with some distractions coming in from the right, but now I had the extra options that the big lens offered, and I was sure this was going to be the time to finally get the shot I’d had in my mind’s eye for so long. With up to four hundred millimetres at my disposal, isolating the twin headlands seemed straightforward enough.
So imagine my surprise when it quickly dawned on me that the distraction wasn’t a distraction at all. That instead of the minimal appeal of a long exposure on the two promontories alone, one with the foreground section on the right might add an element of balance that I hadn’t really considered before. A faster exposure allowed the scene to come alive with the inclusion of the gulls. Of course I tried each option, with exposures both short and long. I liked this one the most. When I think back to this Yuletide season, I won’t linger on parlour games and that tiresome Slade song that I’ve now had to endure for fifty-two (count them!) consecutive Christmases. Instead, this is where you’ll find me - standing alone in a peaceful place, and only faintly worrying about whether the local Tesco will have run out of pigs in blankets or if there are enough sprouts in the fridge for us to make it through to the new year without starving.
TRRA SD60 2173 awaits a call to work that has yet to come. The "new" SD60's ran around for about a week before being set to the side. Perhaps they are waiting for their slugs? I'll be happy to see them shed that bandit paint job and get into the nice red and white scheme. 3007 & 307 pull yet another cut out of the receiving tracks and take headroom before shoving over the hump.
09-26-2025
Nikon F3 with Nikkor 50mm f/1.4 on Fuji 200
August 13, 2010
Koreatown, Los Angeles, Southern California
berlin, new hampshire
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On the sidelines of the photo shooting,
my model and I learned an important lesson from this man:
Just enjoy life!!
Christmas Holiday - Day 8
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...no wait...I think that opening has been used somewhere before. Let's try again.
It was a grey, misty day and not a breeze stirred even the leaves fallen on the mirror-like surface of the lake. Quiet is the dominant theme of days like this. A few crows cawing and the comforting babble of the loons who watched as I paddled by, greeting them in passing as I knew they now counted the days before departure ...and I, in turn, watch a bit more eagerly each day for their presence.
Paddling the shoreline, I looked for signs of a summer past and found ragged lily pads and fallen trees, remnants of the storm a few weeks ago. No turtles, or the sound of frogs...though an occasional fish rose to the surface, even that seeming to emphasize the quiet as the ripples gradually faded away into the grey. Even the song birds were silent. A time to contemplate things...and I did just that.
Then, I thought I spotted something out of the corner of my eye and pulling my camera out of my pocket, awkwardly paddled back one-handed, went too far, tried again, clicked the camera, noticed it was on macro mode, changed it, clicked it again once before my subject skittered away. It was an American Coot, (not to be confused with the Old Coot, a variety with which I am intimately familiar), and a species which I don't believe I've ever seen on the lake before. You can see in the image that he was just watching me, and I had the odd sensation of the roles being reversed between hunter and hunted. If you look larger, you may be able to see his amused expression.