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A thin red line on the horizon marks the finality of the setting sun. If you look carefully, there's also a red halo encircling the space where the sun has just been. Photo taken last year at Lake Erie in Northeast Ohio. No Photoshop was used on this image.
I used to have a very analytical approach to writing. In my old way of thinking, you started at the beginning and concluded at the end. That kind of thinking tends to really stymie creative expression. Much the same as getting so mired in the technical aspects of photography that you lose sight of the goal. I vividly recall sitting down to write something, and totally bogging down attempting to write the perfect lead sentence in my head. Sometimes 45 minutes would tick off the clock and all I had to show for it was a blinking cursor where the first letter was yet to be typed. A total exercise in frustration that in itself was guaranteed to inhibit further progress. Somewhere along the way I decided to just hurl myself at storytelling. Literally just jump in somewhere and allow it to go where it would. It's not unlike my approach to photography and I think sometimes it's why I'm able to mesh the visual with the written narrative. The act of writing has become less about thinking of words and more about trying to limit the torrent of thoughts that seem to appear on the screen. Of course some days are better suited to creativity than others. Sometimes I just want to go mow the lawn or do something physical rather than mental, or find a task that requires little thought. I see this as a way to recharge the creative batteries. Invariably once I engage in a non-creative task, my mind begins to go into overdrive, as thoughts and ideas swirl about. Sometimes things gel; other times it's a simple phrase or meme that gets stuck in my mind. Sooner or later it will find an outlet. I'm often amazed at how these little flicker narrative spin up, seemingly out of thin air. Once a photo posts, I just sit down and bang out some random thoughts with little or no forethought. It just goes where it goes in the five to ten minutes allotted to the task. I find any more than that and it sounds over worked and not spontaneous. If there's a tie in to the photo, great. If not, still great. In this case, I was walking around in my backyard yesterday now that the snow is melting. The area is littered with debris and fallen branches and limbs. Edging may way into the woodland, I came across some frighteningly large bits, ones that surely would have caused injury or worse had they landed on someone. Each year I think all the deadwood has fallen, but each year more is produced. It's a cycle without end. Anyway the deadwood meme is what stuck in my head and it reminded me of this scene at a local abandonment. I recall gravitating to the fallen branches protruding from the snow. It was a visual subtlety that greatly enhanced the mood and atmosphere.
Feels like the evening coming closer
Drawing like a shawl around me
It's a beautiful sunset
Still the sun goes down, down...
Tell me that you'll love me forever
Or go without another word
With our hands holding tight together
Out into the new world...
And you're standing on the edge of something
Tell me I was right to care
Well you know that I'm in love with you
Stepping out into the thin air.
By Aqualung
I shot this scene from a small board. Seen at the Chinsegut Conservation Center, north of Brooksville, Fla.
Since July 7th, at least 10 American law enforcement officers have been killed by gunfire in the line of duty, with many other being wounded.
My father is a police Sergeant, so I can attest to the extreme difficulties police face everyday. While not all police are honorable (as it is in all professions), the majority are just as much heroes as out military veterans. They are often treated like dirt by people they deal with everyday, encounter very traumatic situations on a regular basis, and face the reality that the next traffic stop could end their life. A significant percentage of officers struggle with PTSD, but usually don't ever receive any form of treatment. Their job is tough enough without having to worry about being gunned down simply for wearing the badge. I ask you to support American police officers in this time, and pray that peace would come to our country.
The top black line represents the public, the blue line represents law enforcement, and the bottom black line represents criminals. The Blue Line is all that stands between the two.
I know the horizon is a bit wonky but this is how I shot it...found a piece of thin ice in our bird bath and loved the texture of it.
X474AHE the former Whippet scania in use on the 181 with connexions just having come through one of the arches at Castle Howard. Stephenson's interworked this route with other services so the timings require two buses as the end to end points don't match with trips. Hopefully whatever happens to this service a more sensible schedule can be worked out.
For anyone wondering what this is exactly, I'll try to explain.
While at Lake McDonald in Glacier National Park this evening I noticed there had formed a shelf of frozen pebbles caused no doubt by the frigid temperatures coupled with waves from the lake undercutting the shore. From below this undercut hung hundreds of small icicles. As it was a sunny day today, the stones were heating up ever so slightly, and in this case, the stone had fallen out of the ice and icicle surrounding it.
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There is infrequent passenger train service over the Peruvian Andes. On July 26, 2008, FCCA (FC Central Andino) ran a holiday passenger special from Lima to Huancayo over the top of the Andes. Our car was attached to the rear of the train.
In this scene, the train is stopped at Galera at the summit of the Andes at 15,694 feet above sea level. Passengers detrain to get a breath of fresh air, though there wasn't much available at that altitude.
Note the Peruvian flag on the nose of GE 1011. Photo by Joe McMillan.
Out and about on Sunday I managed to capture this lovely image with my iPhone. its a little private loch hidden in the woods its absolutely awesome. I am not sure if that was Cranes on the ice.
Did a double take when I encountered this little figurine of the Virgin Mary standing a lonely vigil over a frozen grave. The statue looked familiar enough, however the headgear did not. Only on closer inspection did I realize it was a snow cap balanced precariously on her head. Couldn't believe it had accumulated like that and hadn't been dislodged by the wind. These little cemetery memorials are pretty forlorn to begin with. But the effect is compounded seeing them out in the freezing cold. The just seem so much more vulnerable.
This particular late April day was overcast. But, like they say, "it ain't over till it's over" and while paddling back home (in time to aviod the showers to the north), the sun poked through the clouds lighting up the shore. It made for a nice blue hour image. See the comment for the hole in the clouds...