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Robson Street, Vancouver, BC, Canada
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Through the Eye
Editorial for Dreamingless Magazine
Make Up Artist: Milena Pappalardo
Model: Gloria Valenti
Photo & Edit: Alessio Pulvirenti
“Healing America’s Heroes through the Power of the Arts” Marine Staff Sgt. Anthony Mannino plays guitar as he receives Music Therapy as part of his Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI) treatment and recovery. Music Therapy intern, Kalli Jermyn, observes, instructs and works with Staff Sgt. Mannino. The therapy is conducted at the National Intrepid Center of Excellence, Walter Reed National Military Medical Center located in Bethesda, Maryland. (Department of Defense photo by Marvin Lynchard)
Another shot from our trip to the Exhibition Gardens in Melbourne. This was as close to taking a pic of the actual building. These bike racks are just next to it and I thought they would make an interest pic looking through them.
Parte 6 - Estamos en el Gold Coast Highway, pasando por Helensvale.
Part 6 - Driving through Helensvale, on the Gold Coast Highway.
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You can find me @randy.wentzel and at WentzelPhoto.com
GFX100S + Mitakon 65mm f/1.4
Petaluma, CA
through the pages of my life:
wooden flowers, paper, tea, night
maybe a simple way for discovering happiness in small, ordinary, things
Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered
I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City
to take back the child you have stolen,
for my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom as great.
You have no power over me!
Also, otters.
Taken while on foggy run May 14, 2010
Since I was using the camera on my phone I couldn't adjust the focus at all. This shot still turned out better than I expected it to.
Straight out of the camera.
Home a lot recently, but this time with a borrowed old Russian film camera, kindly released by knautia - bastion of all things film and film related....
It was a great opportunity to practice with aperture size and shutter speed, figure out how to 'catch' the manual light meter out, frame an image with a prime lens (no zoom) and generally do some of the things that a digital camera hadn't yet taught me.
It has been an education. Thankyou SO much knautia for your constant patience, explanations and enthusiasm. :D
A favorite location near Clogheen Co. Tiperray. Seems theres some renovation work in progress on the stone walling and house..Still, I really love the "old world" feel of the place.
There was a lot of strong sunlight so it was quite a challenge to get a decent exposure although I was pleased with the overall composition which was a little experimental.
Saklikent Gorge is a 17km-long canyon, with walls so steep that the sun never reaches the floor. If you can brave wading through the icy cold water at the start it is a pleasant walk through the canyon. Enterprising locals have set up a series of wooden platforms suspended just a foot or two above the bubbling snow-melt of the Xanthos River. Decked out with Turkish rugs and comfy cushions and shaded by fig trees, they serve freshly-caught trout, turkish pancakes and beer cooled by the ice-cold waters.
Saklikent (Hidden City) Gorge is the second-largest gorge in Europe and the longest and deepest gorge in Turkey, close to Olu Deniz. It is a spectacular place, with sculpted walls soaring high above. Four km. of the gorge is walkable after April when most of the snow from the Taurus Mountains has melted and passed through the gorge on its way to the Xanthos River. Summer is the best time to visit as the canyon is deliciously cool and shady with cold water. The gorge is open from the April 1 to September 30. Be sure to wear shoes that you don't mind getting wet or sports sandals as the rubber shoes available for rent at the river bar are not very comfortable. You may also want to bring a change of clothes with you in case you get wet.
The entrance to the gorge is under the bridge over a large stream. A narrow walkway suspended from the rock wall will take you into the gorge. Once inside, you reach the Ulupinar springs where water bubbles up under great force from the base of the cliffs and you wade across the stream into the gorge proper to begin your walk.
Outside and inside the gorge locals have set up small restaurants with seating areas on wooden platforms suspended just above the rushing waters. These are a great place to relax upon Turkish rugs and cushions with a beer under shady trees. Among other things on the menu, they offer delicious fresh trout. Outside the gorge you will also find treehouse accommodation, small relaxed bars and river tubing. River tubing rides last from 45 minutes to about two hours, depending on which ride you join.
On the 3rd October 3013 no. 90711 clanks through Keighley station enroute to the Worth Valley.
This picture is as taken and the only obvious give always that it is not the 1960s that I can spot are the steam heating pipe on the buffer beam, the electrification post in the station, 'Worth Valley' on the notice boards and the warning signs on the bridge. Can anyone spot any others?
We recently had a week’s holiday to take – Jayne’s job dictates my holidays – we went through the usual process of leaving it late and then desperately selecting a shortlist of cities where we thought the weather might be ok, after a reasonably short flight and we can fly from the north of England. Budapest was the chosen destination.
Budapest is touted as possibly the most beautiful city in Europe and we had a stream of people tell us that it was fantastic. It is. I was looking forward to getting there, no agenda other than walking, photographing the sights and trying to get off the beaten track. We certainly walked – over 70 miles – I photographed it ( I’m a bit embarrassed to say how many shots but it was a lot ) but I’m not sure we got off the beaten track as much as I wanted to.
We flew over Eastern England (and home actually – a first for us) and out over Europe. It was a late afternoon flight on a stunning day, one of the more interesting flights I’ve had. I was glued to the window watching the world go by, wondering about all of lives being played out beneath us. It was dark when we arrived. We were staying on the Buda or Castle Hill side of the city. What we didn’t know was, we were staying in one of the most prominent hotels in the city, sat on the hilltop overlooking Budapest. The Hilton sits on an historic sight and features in every photo taken of the Castle District from Pest. We had time to get out before bedtime and photograph the Matthias Church next door – floodlit – like all of the major buildings in Budapest.
Unfortunately after leaving the best weather of the year in the UK, Budapest was forecast to be a bit dull and cool – not what we wanted. There was occasional sun over the first two days but it was generally grey. Now I have to admit, I let the dullness get me down, I took photos because I wasn’t sure how the week would unfold but I was fairly sure that I was wasting my time. The photos would be disappointing and if it was sunny later we would have to revisit all of the famous landmarks again to get something that I was happy with. This is essentially what happened. The next four days were gorgeous and we did revisit, more than once all of the places that we walked to in the first two days. This meant that we didn’t have the time to go “off piste” or venture further afield as much later in the week.
The sun was rising before seven and we were staying in the best location for watching it rise. By day three I was getting up at 6.00 (5.00 our time) and getting out there with my gear. By day four I was using filters and tripod, not something I usually bother with despite always having this gear with me, and dragging it miles in my backpack. One morning I was joined by a large and noisy party of Japanese photographers, they appeared to have a model with them who danced around the walls of the Fisherman’s Bastion being photographed. Once the orange circle started to appear above the city they started clicking at the horizon like machine guns. We all got on well though and said goodbye as we headed off for breakfast – still only 7.15am.
By 8.00am everyday we were out on foot wandering along the top of Castle Hill wondering where to go that day. We tend to discover the sights as we walk on a city break, frequently discovering things as we head for a distant park or building and research it afterwards with a glass of wine. It works for us. We walked out to Heroes’ Square and beyond, returning by less well known streets. We walked along the Danube to Rákóczi Bridge a couple of times then back into Pest using a different route. Having been under the thumb of Russia for so long and considering its turbulent past there are lots of large Russian style monuments, tributes to great struggles, or the working man – very socialist and very much like Prague in a lot of respects. The Railway stations were also very similar to Prague, you could walk across the tracks and no one bothered. In the main station, now famed for the migrant crisis a few weeks previously, there was a mixture of very new and very old rolling stock from the surrounding countries, all very interesting. Considering that this station is the first thing some visitors to the city will see it is an appalling state. One side of the exterior is shored up and fenced off. This contrasts with the expensive renovation work that has been well executed in the city centre. It really is like stepping into the past when you enter the station building. It all seems to work efficiently though, unlike the UK.
Transport in Budapest is fascinating. Trams everywhere, trolley buses, ancient and new, bendybuses, again, very old and very new, the underground metro, yellow taxis in enormous numbers and of course the river and boats. This never ending eclectic mix seems to operate like clockwork with people moved around in vast numbers seamlessly. The trams looked packed at any time of day. Anyone dealing with tourists seemed to speak very good English, which is just as well as we didn’t have any grasp of Hungarian. Cost wise it was a very economical week for us in a capital city.
Once the weather (or light, to be precise) improved, I cheered up and really enjoyed Budapest. A common comment after visiting is that , although you’ve “done Budapest” you wouldn’t hesitate to go back, which isn’t always the case after a city visit. As ever, I now have a lot of work to do to produce a competent album of work. I think I will end up discarding a lot of the early days material – but then again, I’m not renowned for my discarding skills.
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Looking through a sign (it says "Park") by the Santa Monica farmer's market.
Shot with a Canon EOS Rebel G.
Gainsborough Trent Junctions (Carr Lane), and B16 number 61434 heads a through goods towards the Town's Lea Road Station in March 1961. Of interest to Gainsborough folk are the hut-type buildings in the bottom right corner - I think they are contractor's huts, left over from (at that time) the recent construction of "Spillers".
The locomotive is passing the old Trent Junctions signal box, which was demolished when the new box (the one that is there today) was opened on the other side of the line (about where the photographer must have been stood, in fact), in 1964.
61434 was built at Darlington in November 1922, and was withdrawn from service on June 30th, 1964. She was finally cut up at Hughes Bolckows, Battleship Wharf, North Blyth in September '64.
Apologies for the "spotty" quality of this shot, but the original negative is a little battered - but still a good photograph, I think, and worth posting.
Photograph on loan to me by the original photographer.