European Wagons
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camera: Ricoh FF-3 - (1982)
lens: Rikenon 35mm - 5 element
film: "Kono" BW 35mm. ISO 400.
Monolit Ukrainian type cine film.
I have a dozen or so cheap old cameras and was always searching for that magic combination between camera and film.
this sure is a sweet match-up.
Perhaps not. Bandit decided to check it out and I thought it would make a nice platform for a puppy family photo. Unfortunately, Bailey had better things to do. I did manage to get a few quick snapshots of Trinity and Bandit before they were off exploring again.
Chesterfield is a ghost town in Caribou County, Idaho, United States. It is located in Gem Valley at an elevation of 5,446 feet (1,660 m) Founded in 1881
An old wooden wagon has been repurposed as a lawn ornament in rural Vermont. Autumn leaves are blazing in the background.
Along the San Juan Skyway in Colorado we found an old farm with a wagon in front of it.
Camera: Konica Minolta Z3
Aperture: f/4.5
Focal length: 25.1 mm
Shutter speed: 1/200
ISO: 50
Another in the series.
I'm having computer problems at the moment and might be without one for a few days very soon.
font: Snowdrift
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Old wagons for hauling borax on display at the Harmony Borax Works in Death Valley National Park, California.
The wagon was from New Mexico but the sky is from Georgia. Can you imagine traveling across the country in this?
As afternoon showers roll across the front range of Colorado, BNSF's Longmont Turn (BNSF R PWR4211 31F) splits Mason St in downtown Fort Collins, CO as they head south behind a pair of SD70MACs. On point is BNSF 9658, an Executive/Grinstein EMD SD70MAC still wearing BNSF's "wagon wheel" nose logo.
An oldie I don't think i ever posted..I have lots of blue jays who compete with the squirrel for peanuts..
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Edith Willis Linn Forbes
The hazel tips that yellow in the light
Along the border of the moss-grown wall
Like gleaming threads of gold; the echoed call
Of quail amid the rustling foliage bright;
The sense of something lost, of past delight;
These all are thine, O saddening Autumn! All
That might have been or was, of great or small,
Of grave or gay, presses upon the sight.
The soul grows grave although it counts its gain--
The gleanings of the summer of the heart--
It is the summer we regret in vain,
Which we have spent in toil. Deceitful art!
That makes a glorious present seem but pain,
While in the search for what must not depart. >
As the sun sets on a pleasant January evening, the Chicago-bound Southwest Chief races across the desert at Wagon Mound, New Mexico.
Perhaps these wagons were sidelined after trucks came on the scene. During the height of it's gold and silver production in 1880, the population of Bodie was estimated at 10,000. In the early days, everything to support the growth of the town was brought in via wagons like this.
Happy Bench Monday!
The wagon master and his horses enjoy a rest in the shade during the annual Humbug Day picnic and parade. This is one of the best small town events I've attended. Friendly folks wearing authentic historical costumes, and the barbecue was great.
Happy Fence Friday everyone.
Humbug CA
Spotted this Willys Jeep Station Wagon in a field near Tromsø, Northern-Norway. A great find indeed!
Chemical Beach, Seaham, Northumberland
Our second location of the trip was the rusting wagon wheels at Chemical Beach near Seaham. These are only visible at a very low tide and for once our timing was spot on (great research by Mark as always). However, I think we all secretly thought that these were not particularly photogenic as they blended in amongst the barnacle covered rocks making compositions somewhat limited.
But wait a few hours for the tide to come back in and it’s a different story! It must have looked a comical sight to those walkers on the cliff tops looking down at six togs with tripods and wellies jostling for position around this rusting relic.
But the wait was well worth it and I’m sure everyone of us came away with a series of magical images as the tide came in. I’ve plenty to go at but here’s one I made earlier.