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some steps at a NAPA Auto Parts distribution centre in Edmonton.
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The Bentall Centre is a large shopping centre in Kingston upon Thames, Greater London, England, which opened in 1992. It has been built in the retail space of Bentalls department store, first established on the site in 1867. Bentalls, now part of the Fenwick group, retains a large premium department store in the development. The centre is located adjacent to John Lewis Kingston, as well as the historic market town centre. There are 75 stores within the centre
Happy Every Day Is Stairs Day!
Thanks to the 1800+ people who viewed "Claw". It must be my most popular image to date.
I doubt that this one is headed for the front page, but I think that it has a certain charm. I wish that the shadow on the water wasn't there though.
Steps dates from the mid-seventeenth century and was built for German school students who were located on the hill above. The steps was built in 1662 by Mayor Eisenburger, its purpose being to make easier access to the School form the hill during the winter.
Initially was 300 steps protected by a roof, but in 1849, after some changes there were only 175 steps. There is a legend that says that the boy has to kiss the girl on each step and call her name. If he does a mistake it means that is not the chosen one of the girl.
The Thomas S. Monson Center is pictured above. It's impossible to miss while driving or walking in the area of South Temple Street in Salt Lake City East of Temple Square.
For a little history: This building was formerly known as the Wall Mansion.
Nikon D7500 was used for this shot.
(Great Sand Dunes NP, Colorado)
Sunlight wedges the fabric of the storm system, stalled this morning below the peaks of the Sangre de Cristo. It lights an incongruous desert that nestles comfortably, cupped against a bend in the wall of summits. All that sand, waiting to be scattered, trapped by the range until eternity wears it down. Yesterday we watched as clouds let loose gray/black curtains of water randomly over the vast prairie of the San Luis Valley, sometimes on the dunes, and sometimes on us. I can see part of that cloud mass to the north, obliterating the mountains; the rest is above my head, the source of the shadow I walk through. I have come here enough times here that it has become a pilgrimage for me, although most of my images are from ridges and mounds. I am surrounded by foot steps. The sand holds the divots of shoes in almost every conceivable square foot it seems. Farther out, they deface the windward and leeward slopes. Even the dune field itself rises in steps, sand ramps to navigate like giant switchbacks. Behind me, my own tracks dog me. Physically and figuratively, I have a long and twisted journey to this series of exposures. Wild places exist in degrees of remoteness, and I long for the days when they were more pristine, less trampled. Ever pragmatic, I subtract myself from culpability in that. The wind starts up in earnest, blowing sand off the crests, raging against human progress. For a moment I linger here in the shadows, grateful I will soon be in the light.