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Taken across from the Flying J truckstop in Willard Utah. The Wasatch Range is right and out of sight the Great Salt Lake and Willard Bay are about a half mile to the left. A light snow over night left everything white topped.
Walking down this track in morning fog alongside of the lake one can easily be lost in the moment of stillness and quiet except for the sounds of birds.
Lake Wyaralong district
A section of the single track road from Llwyngwril to Cregennan Lakes. I'd love to live in that house.
Railroad tracks with powerlines in the background. These are actuall active tracks, although not very busy. They are in dire need of maintenance.
Pavilion / Lillooet area, BC.
Midnight - Moonlight - Long Exposure - 1:46AM
The train tracks were illuminated by the headlights of a passing rail-truck. (a pick-up truck fitted with rail-wheels)
Moose or caribou. One or the other. But, I didn't take the time to get close enough to determine which.
Je suis juste de l’autre côté du chemin
Henry Scott-Holland
La mort n’est rien,
je suis seulement passé dans la pièce à côté.
Je suis moi. Vous êtes vous.
Ce que j’étais pour vous, je le suis toujours.
Donnez-moi le nom que vous m’avez toujours donné,
parlez-moi comme vous l’avez toujours fait.
N’employez pas un ton différent, ne prenez pas un air solennel ou triste.
Continuez à rire de ce qui nous faisait rire ensemble.
Priez, souriez, pensez à moi, priez pour moi.
Que mon nom soit prononcé à la maison
comme il l’a toujours été,
sans emphase d’aucune sorte,
sans une trace d’ombre.
La vie signifie tout ce qu’elle a toujours été.
Le fil n’est pas coupé.
Pourquoi serais-je hors de vos pensées,
simplement parce que je suis hors de votre vue ?
Je ne suis pas loin, juste de l’autre côté du chemin.
Vous voyez, tout est bien.
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I, and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other, that we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name,
speak to me in the easy way which you always used,
put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we shared together.
Let my name ever be the household word that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was.
There is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
All is well.
3 octobre 2020
Taken from Old Ln, Dockenfield,Farnham Surrey.
The small pond over to the rear of this shot is again an overflow from the River Wey.
I couldn't follow this track,as its on farm land and gated just out of shot bottom left.
...Though Nowhereville is still always Somewhereville.
Railroad crossing (Canadian Pacific/Soo Line) along a gravel road near the farm.
It was a hazy day, we were in the midst of experiencing a lot of smoke from the unfortunate fires that Canada was experiencing 😥 (Thoughts still with them)
Barnes County, North Dakota
8/5/2021