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A boat leaves only traces of light as it enters LaSalle Park Marina in this view of Hamilton Harbour and the city's north end industrial area
Ferrandina is the 4th biggest town in Basilicata and one of its oldest tracing its roots back to the Magna Grecia, about 1000 BC with its original name Troilia after the city of Troy in Asia Minor leading some to suspect that some of the survivors of the sacked city ended up here. The town today is perched on a 482 m hill in the Basento Valley on the west side of the river Basento overseeing olive groves, vineyards, fruit orchards and cereal fields.
The town became a backwater throughout the Imperial era it faded from status because the Romans concentrated more on the development of the road network leading from Calabria to Puglia. During the later Byzantine era, the first Castle was constructed in the 6th century but was soon to be taken over by the Lombards in the 7th century back again to the Byzantine’s in the 9th finally the Normans in the 10th century with its fertile proximity to the river valley and high ground location it was coveted by many.
Where the town sits today is not where it began but in the 15th century a massive earthquake destroyed most of the buildings and it was decided by the rulers of the day the Aragonese that today’s current location had a little more stability than the old. This rebuilding is also when the city received its current name when King Frederick of Aragona in 1494, named it Ferrandina to memorialize his father Ferrante, the town’s coat of arms shows six F’s which stand for: Fridericus Ferranti Filius Ferrandinam Fabbricare Fecit.
I took this on Oct 6th, 2018 with my D750 and Nikon 28-300mm f3.5-5.6 Lens at 105mm 1/125s f`11 ISO 100 processed in LR, PS +Lumenzia, Topaz , and DXO
Disclaimer: My style is a study of romantic realism as well as a work in progress
A little hike straight up was required for this view above Lakeview Siding. A loaded grain train tracing the west bank of the Mississippi River where this wide spot is also know as Lake Pepin.
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An eastbound BNSF grain train traces the shore of the Missouri River in Lombard Canyon between Toston and Lombard, Montana, on June 15, 2014.
cette photo a été prise lors d'un hiver, dans une ferme à Abondance ; et j'ai été frappée par le regard de cette vache derrière sa barrière, enfermée durant la période hivernale et marquée par une étiquette.
Un état du monde animal qui pourrait bien s'appliquer aux humains dans ces moments difficiles.
this photo was taken during a winter, on a farm in Abondance; and I was struck by the look of this cow behind its barrier, locked up during the winter period and marked with a label.
A state of the animal world that could well apply to humans in these difficult times.
And I watch it burn
And somewhere deep inside I know there's a lesson to be learned
It's not the crime but the way that we pay for
Feelings unmutual
You go upstairs
And I hang my head
Somebody said I let myself down as I crawled into bed
I wondered why the hell I'd ever paid for
Feelings unmutual
I'm tired of living in the shadows
These paper walls I can't break through
I'm sick of standing by your window
Tracing silhouettes of you
When it gets dark
You light the spark
And all the lies I tried to live by start falling apart
Whoever knew that it could be so painful
Feelings unmutual
Now I can't escape
These things I've done
But my anxieties have promised me the worst is to come
So give up living for the life that you paid for
Feelings unmutual
I'm tired of living in the shadows
These paper walls I can't break through
I'm sick of standing by your window
Tracing silhouettes of you
Tracing silhouettes of you
Tracing silhouettes of you
Tracing silhouettes of you
Tracing silhouettes of you
I light the fuse
And I watch it burn
And somewhere deep inside I know there's a lesson to be learned
It's not the crime but the way that we pay for
Feelings unmutual
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Outline of offset wall explored
Previously captured this wall with the offset
magnified by shadows. That view can be
seen in the abstracts album and/or the
Black & White Folio album.
Antique serrated tracing wheel used by my great-grandmother to mark fabric before cutting, and an old sewing machine bobbin used to feed thread to needle barely visible behind it. Two lights on stands triggered by off-camera strobe.
Inspired by #MacroMondays. With this version I wanted to show more of the serrated edge and wheel action.
From side to side less than 7cm.
Tracing the path of UP's long vanished 'Butte Special', a trio of E9s pull a Pocatello to Silver Bow officers special along the Beaverhead River at Dalys, Montana on Oct. 9, 1993.
ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʀɪᴠᴇʀs ʀᴜɴ ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ
The air smelled of rain and salt, a final whisper of the life she was leaving behind. Boxes stood like silent witnesses, her fingers tracing the edges of a ticket marked with an unfamiliar address. Outside, the moon hung low, watching as she breathed in the weight of farewell - yet somewhere beyond, a new wind stirred, calling her toward the unknown.
Sometimes, the best scenes are just around the corner...
tomorrow I'll be off... see you on Friday!
ciao
Delle volte, le scene più belle sono dietro l'angolo
Buona serata, domani sono assente!
ciao
The Andromeda galaxy, 2.5 million lightyears distant, the furthest object in the sky that can be seen with the naked eye. Contains more than 400 billion stars, the bright yellow core has most of the mass, consisting of the oldest yellow stars. The blue regions around the galaxy consist of younger hotter stars. The darker areas consist of dust and gas lanes tracing out the spiral arms of the galaxy. The galaxy is edge on with a slight tilt to our line of site, the warp in the galaxy stands out clearly, this is possibly due to gravitational interactions with the satellite galaxies, or nearby galaxies like M33 in Triangulum. Note the warp is in the outer regions of the galaxy, where the gravity is less strong. The two smaller satellite galaxies are gravitationally tied to Andromeda and interact with it.
Bortle class 6/7 skies.
Exposure time, 2hrs 42m 41s, 233 frames @ ISO 6400, 3200, 1600. Capture and processing time etc approx. 30hrs, several dozen subs were deleted due to slight tracking errors and light pollution, haze, fogging etc.
80mm F6 refractor
Fornax Lightrack mount unguided
Canon 760D, no filters were used.
Post processing in Lightroom and Canon DDP.
Subs collected over several nights in all conditions, ie dodging clouds and haze, moon present and only 3 clears nights with excellent seeing, but I could not dedicate all the time to M31, read on.
Due to the type of mount I use, I cannot track across the Zenith as my 500mm refractor hits against the Fornax drive, I would have to wait for 1 to 2 hours for the sky to move to the west allowing my scope to be set up on the other side of the mount. I would look at objects rising in the east until I could get back to M31 a while later.
You may not be able to see it, but this the entrance to a cemetery. It's just off a summer road in the Palouse region of Washington. The wheat is just coming up (it's June), and while the road isn't dry, it's dry enough to drive without fear of sliding off into the field.
I first discovered this cemetery by accident while wandering down various dirt roads. I looked to my right as I was passing by and I saw gravestone on a hill. From that angle, I couldn't see the lane or how to get inside.
This is fairly common out there. Abandoned cemeteries may be visible from the main road, but the lane leading to them have been plowed under. In the off season, you might be able to make out the old trace, but it's understood that the cemetery is now an inaccessible island.
Fortunately and obviously that was not the case here. The lane is sort of hidden, but obvious once you see it.
Most of the graves are from the late 1800s/early 1900s (the first in 1878), though the most recent was in 2018 (with a few in the 1980s).
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'Tracing'
Camera: Chamonix 45F-2
Lens: Steinheil Rapid Antiplanet 6,5; 27cm
Film: Fomapan 100
Exposure: f/16; 1sec
Process: FA-1027; 1+14; 9min
Washington
Jun 2023
at the kunst rondell near the messestadt ost station, architecture and motion collide in a quiet choreography. the massive curve of the structure wraps around the figure, a silhouette in mid-step, frozen in a moment of quiet determination. light cuts across the metallic facade, tracing sharp, geometric lines that contrast the softness of the figure’s movement.
the space feels monumental yet human – a balance between the overwhelming scale of the architecture and the fleeting presence of a person walking through it. the shadows stretch long, the curves cradle the light, and the figure disappears into the moment, leaving only the interplay of shapes and reflections behind.
this is more than a photograph. it’s a scene where stillness and motion coexist, where concrete and light tell a story of presence and transition, and where the human scale meets architectural grandeur.
A BNSF westbound slogs west up the 1.4 percent grade on Main One just east of Ash Hill, California, on one of several grade separated areas of the CTC Two Main Track Needles Subdivision.
To the right is a portion of the original Main One alignment, which after reviewing aerial maps appears to have been almost completely realigned from Siberia to Ash Hill. Many cuts, fills, bridge abutments and old tie plates can be found with a little exploring.
Main Two from here eastward to Siberia breaks off just to the right and uses a more direct and steeper (2.3 percent) grade that's about two miles shorter than Main One between the same two points.
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Candid street photography from Glasgow, Scotland. It's clear that street shots from 2020 will be very easy to date when we look back upon them in years to come. Stay safe everyone!
It was turning into one of those indecisive mornings. “Shall we go and lounge by the pool and read until lunchtime, and then head down to the beach? Or will we get in the car and head off for the day?” Neither of us could make our minds up. It’s often like this, and until we close the front door, we could be heading anywhere between fifty yards away and the other end of the island. It’s part of what makes us so fascinating, and no doubt would drive anyone else unfortunate enough to end up in a long term relationship with either of us to the edge of their senses. All things considered, it’s a good job Ali and I found each other. Neither of us seems to mind when one asks the other what we’re going to do today, only to draw a distant gaze and a blank response.
If anything, I’m a little more driven than she is, and so I made the call. “Right, we’ll go back to that place in Femes for lunch, then we’ll go and visit one of the bodegas at La Geria, and after that I want to go and walk up the red mountain for sunset” – that’s Montana Colorada by the way. “Ok,” came the predictable response. And so we had a plan; a nice simple one that didn’t require too much thought or too much driving. We’d drive up the mountain pass from Playa Blanca to the village of Femes that sits on the saddle, and the rest of the day would follow as planned.
Except that it didn’t. 12:30 we agreed was a bit early for lunch, and so we drove in the other direction and headed for a menu del dia at the place we’d stumbled across in Teguise a few days earlier. And just to make things interesting, we decided to go along the main road rather than the wine route, just to have a bit of a test run for that inevitable drive to the airport just over a week later. “It’ll be faster” I reasoned. It wasn’t, especially after a couple of wrong turns, one of which almost had us heading into the jams of Arrecife, the island capital. Eventually, we arrived at a dinner table to be served by a very harassed looking waiter, whom it seemed was working solo through the busy lunch hour. As he unceremoniously thumped our drinks onto the table and feigned no interest whatsoever in our opposing views on the inclusion of tuna in our ensaladas mixtas, we wondered who’d thrown a sickie and left him in the lurch. After the meal I was too frightened to ask for coffee as well, and spent the next twenty-five minutes looking for another establishment to replenish the caffeine deficit. The first such attempt found us hastily evacuating our seats, scarpering around a corner and tracing an elaborate circuit of the town after Ali had seen the price list. Six euros for a scoop of ice cream? Not on your Nellie!
Some time later, happily refuelled with coffee and ice cream we sat at a bench in the church square. By now it was some time after 4pm, and with less than two hours until sunset we considered the options. At the far end of the island, just another twelve miles or so away lay the Mirador del Rio, offering a classic view of the three small islands that fan away from the northeast corner of Lanzarote, while retracing our tyre treads down to the coast would bring us to the wreck of the Telamon, a long exposure magnet that lies a few yards out to see between Costa Teguise and Arrecife. Tentatively, we set course for the former, where the road rides up to its highest point on the island between Los Valles and Haria. And still several miles short of our target, as we sat at a layby gazing down at the white coastal villages of Punta Mujeres and Arrieta far below, we changed our minds again – and then furthered the endless mystery of our final destination by missing the turn without signpost that was supposed to take us to the Mirador del Risco de Famara.
As you can see, the error turned into what Bob Ross would call a happy accident. Finally, somewhere around five, we ended up here, at the lonely and altitudinous Ermita de las Nieves. Quite how often there’s ever been snow here, even at this distance above sea level I’m not sure, although I did need to put my long sleeved top on over my tee shirt to brave the last hour of daylight on this late November afternoon, as a fellow visitor from France told me his wife was very jealous of my telephoto lens. The view across the volcanoes that dominate the landscape over to the west from where we’d come was, well you can see for yourself can’t you? Even before the golden hour, it seemed evident that we were going to be in for a show, as layers of cloud allowed sunbeams to filter through and light up the spaces in between the distant cones. For an hour I watched from behind the long lens transfixed, as the colours deepened and the sunbeams bounced and weaved their way into ever more epic frames. As the sunbeams moved, I continually followed the drama, recomposing and focussing as quickly as I could keep up. It’s not often that I get to spend time in a landscape like this, and certainly I’d never seen a sunset sky such as the one we were witnessing now in the mountains. Eventually, the sun having disappeared for the day and the magic leaving centre stage almost instantaneously, I headed back to the car with an enormous grin on my face. The day of sliding door decisions had given us the best possible outcome with a sunset we’d never forget. It’s a good job we’re not that great at making our minds up, or we’d have probably missed it.
"Now in the people that were meant to be green there is no more life of any kind. There is only shriveled barrenness. The winds are burdened by the utterly awful stink of evil, selfish goings-on. Thunderstorms menace. The air belches out the filthy uncleanliness of the peoples. The earth should not be injured! The earth must not be destroyed!"
-Hildegard of Bingen
"With my mouth,' God says, 'I kiss my own chosen creation. I uniquely, lovingly, embrace every image I have made out of the earth’s clay. With a fiery spirit I transform it into a body to serve all the world."
-Hildegard of Bingen
The need to visit this particular place came to me, while i was studying the cable car railway to the Janikowo soda plant. When tracing its route going from Janikowo we first see the station, where carts were separated between Inowrocław and Janikowo, then it crosses a lake and continues through the fields towards the Bielawy quarry. There is a catch however, as the cable car railway stops some 2 kilometers before the actual quarry/cement plant. How have I not noticed this before?
But the curiosities don't stop there. Naturally the cable cars have to get their load somehow, and to my great surprise and utmost amazement - this is done with a standard railway, which runs here from the cement plant, at a length of around 2,5km. At the end, the wagons are unloaded and the load is transferred to the cable car. Crazy!
I dug deeper. As it turns out, the station is reffered to as K1 (which is why I jokingly call it Masherbrum) and I found many reports of former workers, who talked about the railway on various forums. But... no pictures from here existed! The industry enthusiasts photographed the transloading facility itself, some bus-lovers shot pictures of busses with the station and cable car, which served as a background, but seemingly no railfan has ever step foot here. That made me curious, maybe the train doesn't run in the end? Checking areal photos from the place out of 3 different sources I found around 20 shots taken across the span of the past 15 years. Only around half of them had any traffic on this station, maybe that was why, maybe this doesn't run very often...
Nevertheless, me and a friend of mine from the region embarked on a journey. We came in the morning and... there it was, a train was just unloading on the station! Our excitement was short-lived though, as our car's tire had burst before we even reached it, which stopped us significantly. But no matter. It turns out that the train had been here for the rest of the day. It looks as if they only unloaded one wagon each hour (or even fewer). I think the train comes here only every 2 days and stays here for unloading.
To connect all the dots, as in the title, I need to add on another bit of information, which was also very interesting to me. The reports of workers, which I had mentioned earlier talk about EL2 locomotives being used to bring the cargo wagons here. Sure enough, one of the former catenary pylons is hiding just behind the locomotive on this picture, as the train is leaving K1 towards the quarry, headed by SM42-2083. Some of the pylons even retained their original designations and each one of them is marked with the designation "K1". I think this is the first picture published on the internet, which features this place and a train.
One last thing are the wagons. They are only used on this line and they are made up of the type 41W, which were manufactured in Ostrowiec Świętokrzyski (1952-1959) and Wrocław (1960-1964). The factories each had their own little details on carriages and this helped me determine that both the producers supplied the wagons to this industrial railway. My rough estimate is that the plant currently has around 100 such wagons in use, and they only are used for internal transports to K1.
I hope you enjoyed the trillogy about Wapienno's internal railways.
Photo by Piotrek/Toprus
Nikon d5500
11mm
ISO 320
f/3.2
567 x 30 seconds
This is a 567 shot star trails image taken at Little Lake Norring near Wagin, 2.5 hours south east of Perth in Western Australia. This represents 4h43m of the stars moving around the South Celestial Pole, from our perspective here on Earth.
Whispered Elegance, Untamed Desire
by small fashion
Draped in a wisp of satin and lace, I am the very embodiment of temptation—coquettish yet commanding, like the lingerie-clad sirens of the Belle Époque, who knew that the art of seduction lay in the delicate balance of what is revealed and what remains a mystery.
This nuisette lace mini caresses my skin with the weightless luxury of a 1920s flapper’s silk slip, yet clings to my curves like a whispered promise, reminiscent of the scandalous 18th-century chemise à la reine, which dared to liberate the female form. The delicate lace tracing the neckline—so reminiscent of Madame de Pompadour’s boudoir indulgences—flirts with the possibility of being undone, of slipping off my shoulders with a lover’s touch.
But this is more than just a vintage reverie—it is the future of sensuality. Crafted in original mesh, this piece sculpts itself to my body like a second skin, ensuring a flawless fit across a variety of shapes and forms. The fully functional HUD puts complete customization at my fingertips, allowing me to slip into a palette of desire—from sultry reds and deep blacks to soft blushes and cool pastels.
The added choice between Blinn Phong for a matte, understated elegance and PBR shine for a luminous, light-catching effect gives me the power to shift between soft seduction and bold, high-gloss allure.
This nuisette is meticulously designed to embrace the most exquisite mesh bodies, including:
Larax
PetiteX
Legacy
Perky
Bombshell
Reborn
Waifu
Every delicate curve, every languid stretch is enhanced, never constrained. The fabric moves with me, just as the most skilled maîtres couturiers once tailored Parisian gowns to the bodies of their muses. Whether lounging in decadent repose or slipping into the night with an air of untouchable mystery, this piece ensures I am the very essence of romance and desire.
And as I stretch out, wrapped in satin and lace, my kitten’s presence is undeniable—soft, eager, and demanding attention. It longs to be stroked, adored, utterly worshipped. Will you be the one to tame it… or will you let it play?
Tonight, I wear small’s nuisette—and with every step, every glance, I write a new chapter in the history of desire.
What will you do when I let the lace slip just a little more?
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sea smoke and the morning sun and ice on the beach, Lake Michigan, Upper Peninsula, Michigan - December 12 2024
Not the shot I wanted to get because I couldn't get out there in time. Sea smoke on the upper Great Lakes is one of my favorite weather phenomena living in this region. It's how you know it's cold cold out there.
0F / -17C air temperature.
-10F / -23C wind chill.