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I'm so excited to post my first water shot! The water was super cold; I was shaking like crazy haha. But it was fun and adventurous.
66557 accelerates up the incline at Oakenshaw, West Yorkshire working 4O95 12:13 Leeds F.L.T-Southampton M.C.T. 12/07/2017.
Classic trucks lined up on the back lot of the Motor Transport Museum in Campo - San Diego with the Milky Way rising up behind.
The infamous UP GP30 844 sits at Boulder City. This engine forced the more well-known UP 844 to be renumbered 8444.
A friendly wave from the conductor flies from one of a handful of CNW Dash 9 patches remaining. 9741 is the lone engine a coal empty westbound on the Blair Sub. Check out some of the interesting touches on this veteran; hand painted numberboards, and visors over the headlights... appears someone stole a headlight casting from an EMD and mounted it upside down.
It is unusual to see DC power on Union Pacific coal trains, much less General Electric DC power, and even much less CNW patches!
Model shoot. Lit by a Nikon SB900 though a 40cm beauty dish on P/Ws D700, 24-70
Make up by Brides and Beauty of Reading, Berkshire bridesandbeauty.co.uk/
Love Make-Up of Ware, Hertfordshire. www.love-makeup.co.uk/
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"Every child is born blessed with a vivid imagination. But just as a muscle grows flabby with disuse, so the bright imagination of a child pales in later years if he ceases to exercise it."
- Walt Disney
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have you ever in life been told to be too old for something? or that you've outgrown that stage when you're watching kids' tv shows? I have. many, many times. and I refuse to agree with people. I think there is no such point in life when kids should be turned into adults, letting go of what they love and changing who they are just because they've reached a certain age. society tells us too much anyways when to grow up, when to no longer watch Disney movies, and when to say good bye to your childish self. to me, growing up is about getting to know how to be responsible about what you're doing, to learn how to handle things yourself. but it doesn't go hand in hand with forgetting about imagination, childhood memories, and just being a child from time to time. I will never in my life stop watching Disney movies, and I will continue drinking hot chocolate out of my 101 Dalmatians mug with a straw, nobody will ever keep me from having fun in bouncing castles, and I will forever laugh about whatever cherishes my mind - I will never say good bye to my inner child, no matter what age I'll turn.
the concept above goes to me so well with growing up and being torn between childhood and the time when we are told to take on responsibilities instead of finding ourselves still in imaginary worlds. we find ourselves being pulled out of that worlds, only few decide to hold on to what they should later think about their most carefree and happiest times of their lives. this is actually the first concept I've been happy with in a long, long time. and yes, it may be grainy and the processing is far from being perfect, but I love it. and to me it brings across exactly what I wanted to say with it.
model: Raúl del Cuadro. thanks Raúl for putting up with what I made you go through that day :D
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And nowhere to go! Pushkar Camel Fair 2016 turned into a sad fiasco after the 8PM announcement of demonetization of currency notes of denominations 500 and 1000. Traders who groomed and decked up their camels found no buyers!
not happy with the processing results... will probably edit in the future... not sure...
an hour after first posting: I have decided to change the title and idea a bit from what I was first going for. At first, I called it "in HIS hands" but I couldn't get past the fact that, technically, in this picture, I was actually sitting in my OWN hand.. and so that just didn't work together. so now, it's more of a self-offering......
letting go of my plans and priorities and own formed ideas, even though i like to think i'm right about everything and know the best.... it's been proven to me that i DON'T! ....
God, here i am. take me and my life.
Today sucked. Rant to follow.
First off, it's windy and there is enough dust in the air right now that makes even full sun muted.
Secondly, it's so damn windy that a large lens on a tripod can get blown over in the wind.
Thirdly, it sucks to watch your Nikon D800 mounted on a heavy duty tripod with a rather expensive piece of glass blow over in the 45MPH wind.
Stuff seems to be working fine...so far...but I've been down this road before and I know there likely something wrong internally in the lens that will render it useless right about the time I need it the most.
So...this is the only train that had a resemblance of sun on the nose. I got clouded on the other 3 EMD led trains that rolled by me. Shot from the ground because only a fool would send a drone in the air with wind gusts over 55mph.
Back from the graveyard, one of the re-activated SD9043's leads autoracks west through Logan, IA. Interestingly, the second unit is an old C60AC; now re-engined and downgraded to C44AC status (and obviously has experienced the ubiquitous GE fuel fire). These two locomotive series are an illustration of the failure of the 6000HP race.
[I moved this cabinet card up to the head of the line because somebody favorited it today, and many of my new followers probably haven't seen it. When it comes to pure greatness, here you are. This is just a fabulous cabinet card. I paid a pretty penny for it back in the day, like, a lot of money, but I still think it was money well spent. A relative of Mrs. Robinson contacted me to tell me about her, but thank goodness she didn't want the photo back. I fall in love quite easily. I fell in love with Mrs. Robinson, and though my hopes are unrequited, I am still her eternal slave.]
I bought this card from an Internet dealer (not Ebay). He had posted the card, as he does every two weeks, and put a price on it, and no one had bought it. The photos are posted on Sunday, and the first person who says he will pay the money gets the photo. I told the dealer I was tempted, and he emailed back and urged me to buy it. Naturally, I ended up buying it, even though it was priced very high. I've paid more for a photo, but that was on Ebay. I'm not going to say how much I paid for this, but it was a lot.
On the one hand, you could say I overpaid. I mean, it's just a photo of a woman looking in a mirror. The photo has some fingerprint smudges, it's kind of plain, barren, there's not a lot going on, and though I find this woman attractive enough, she's not a stunning (a favorite Ebay seller's word) beauty. I mean, it's just a nice photograph---why did I waste my money?
I paid that money because the photograph is astonishingly modern. It's like the past leapfrogged the present and jumped into the future. I mean, this woman is dead, and there she is, looking right at us, right now, not a hundred years ago, or however long ago it was.
Did she know that we would be looking at her? Why isn't she smiling? I think she isn't smiling because she's saying "I Lived." She's saying, "I'm Living." She's saying, "I'm Alive." And of course she's not alive. But she is alive.
Perhaps I bought the photograph because it distills into a single artifact so much of what draws me to old photographs (and yes, of course, I find her attractive).
I don't think the seller had done a lot of research on Wirt Robinson. Maybe one of you who has access to genealogical resources could find her first name for me. Perhaps there was more than one "Wirt Robinson." However, I found information on only one, and since the one I found was a good one, I didn't look any further.
Wirt Robinson was in the Army, and he taught at West Point. He wrote a book which seems to be still in print, with the wonderful title "Notes On The Circumstances Of A Moving Projectile." Apparently, when he wasn't teaching at West Point, he was off in the tropics, looking at birds. Somewhere (ART_NAHPRO perhaps will find it for us) there is a book he wrote, or illustrated, about birds in the forests of Venezuela. How he could have borne the absence of Mrs. Wirt Robinson is beyond me. Perhaps the experience of her was so rich, so filling, so extravagant, that he could only take a little bit at a time, like foie gras or something. From the looks of things, I would guess that Mrs. Robinson was extremely sensitive in that little square inch just behind her ear lobe. They say that the universe is so vast that out there somewhere there is another planet where they speak English. If that is so, perhaps there is another planet out there where Mrs. Robinson and mrwaterslide might meet and fall in love (of course, not-wanting her to be Mrs. Robinson, but Amelia Arnold, or whatever her maiden name was.)
I have this idea of what Wirt Robinson was like. He must have been an academic sort of fellow, but, like Mr. Chips, he was that lucky fellow who met the love of his life, and won her heart, as she had won his. Unlike Mr. Chips, I hope his love endured in the earthly realm, and lasted to old age. There would have been fires in the fireplace, and sherry, and croquet perhaps, and the triumphs and sadnesses of students who came and went (it seems that Wirt Robinson lived in to the 20's though I haven't found a date of death.)
One last little tidbit, that I saw once and now can't find again---apparently at West Point there is a little memorial to Wirt Robinson, and it seems, though I haven't been able to find a picture, that it is a statue of a bunch of ducks. I really hope you're allowed to go there and see it.
Union Pacific 4-8-4 Northern #844 on the 2016 "Trek to Tennessee" Special traveling between Jefferson City, MO and St. Louis, MO on October 18, 2016.
After making the stop in Hermann, the 844 continues east past the high Kallmeyer's Bluff.
Here's where things went a little off the rails for me (so to speak) as I had some bad luck with the sun that was darting in and out from under the clouds. Just moments before this shot, the sun was behind a cloud and I had adjusted my exposure. Then it popped back out, requiring another. By the time it reached the point of just before the trees, it was back behind the clouds again and the exposure on my shots at that point were off again.
This ended up being the best of a bad lot. While not exactly where I wanted the train for composition, the sun is at least out and the exposure is at least pretty good (with a little help from my friend, Photoshop)
-Union Pacific 4-8-4 Northern #844
-UP (ex-MoPac) Jefferson City Sub, near MP 84, Track #2
-Gasconde County Courthouse, St Paul United Church of Christ, Tin Mill Restaurant, Hermann, MO
-Shot from Kallmeyer's Bluff along Highway 100, Hermann, MO
-October 18, 2016
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Union Pacific Railroad Operation Lifesaver caboose at North Little Rock, Arkansas on July 31, 1986, Kodachrome by Chuck Zeiler. This car was known as EAST ONE when it was on the Missouri Pacific. Yeah, I know, I could have framed this shot better. I was not an invited guest, so I grabbed the shot from my car and moved on.
With dismay after finding the CNW Depot at Ames now covered in countless air conditioner condensers, fencing and weeds; I opted to re-create a shot I'd done the last time steam was in Ames.
Special thanks to that lady for running into the scene at the very last second, forcing me to relocate and recompose. She probably got a great cell phone photo.
Jake Hills car locking up the brakes at the entrance into Duffis dip at Knockhill,,,
It's a bit more sever processing than i'd usually do but I felt uping the contrast and clarity just added to the feeling of incident with the breaks on rather than it flowing with speed... do you think that works?
The sun sinks behind the clouds
And hides his tears without a sound
The moon looks on reflectively
So spare a thought for you and me
Where are you now
Dark are the clouds
Where did you go
When I needed you
The moon is up
The sky is black
I'll sail away and won't come back
The sun goes down
The stars will rise
And dance across
The darkened skies
- Excerpt 'Moon is up'; The Rolling Stones -
Sorry about the scratches -- DSLR-scanned with some scrap glass holder.
Milan, August 2021
Camera: Petri Color 35
Lens: 40 mm f/2.8
Film: Kodak Ektar 100
Laboratory development
Home DSLR scan
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