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It snowed today I shot this photo of this barn through my car window because It was on a main road and I had seconds to get a snap. My dog Buster that passed away LOVED the snow- I thought of him today. I will never understand how anyone can be mean to animals- they are all heart. I lub mine. <3
I hope everyone is warm where its cold - and lets pray that today 1/20/09 is a time of good change for our country. x
Towering suguaro cacti fill the frame as the sun sets over the mountainous landscape of Gold Canyon outside of Phoenix, AZ
Went to photograph the deer at Helmingham Hall today and after 3 hours of wandering i sat down on the bow of a tree to watch the Fallow deer as the light started to go. Then it got interesting.lol A mature fallow buck which had been under a tree behind me got up once the others started calling and wandered to the tree i was sitting on. He started calling scrapping the ground and and all that rutting stuff but kept looking at me!! Got loads of pictures and then carefully moved away and it turns out i had been sitting on the tree he rubs his antlers on before strutting his stuff. Glad i moved before he got fed up of waiting.
"Wander aimlessly most of the time" - Melanie Einzig
Submitted as a response to the fifteenth Instruction for the Street Photography Now Project.
“Buon giorno”, disse il piccolo principe.
“Buon giorno”, disse il fiore.
“Dove sono gli uomini?" domando’ gentilmente il piccolo principe.
Un giorno il fiore aveva visto passare una carovana:
“Gli uomini? Ne esistono, credo, sei o sette. Li ho visti molti anni fa. Ma non si sa mai dove trovarli. Il vento li spinge qua e la’. Non hanno radici, e questo li imbarazza molto”.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
♫ Heaven we hope is just up the road
show me the way Lord
because I am about to explode
Here is another example of my lack of slide labeling. SD40-2 #30 is leading a Milwaukee Road freight across a rural road somewhere south of Terre Haute, IN in 1986.
not all those who wander are lost.
view on black
woke up at 4 45 am to take this on the beach. the sun rise is always so beautiful. i miss home though. ill be missing yet another anniversary with my boyfriend. i missed my best friends birthday. i work alot and havent showered in 4 days. i also have dreads now. only a few. oddly enough i cant wait for summer to end. i cant wait to see everyone again and be home. i miss my cat. i miss my bed. ill be ordering my new camera soon! woohoo! its what ive been working twards for 2 years ! i cant wait for fall and being able to see james again. half my heart belongs to the sea but the other half is back home. feel restless and wish i could be in 2 places at once.
Hike in the Vesser Valley near Schmiedefeld am Rennsteig in Thuringia, Germany.
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Wanderung im Vessertal bei Schmiedefeld am Rennsteig.
"Village Houses - Workers employed at Batsto lived in these houses. Built in the early 19th century, the single dwellings typically had three rooms downstairs and two rooms upstairs. The duplexes had two rooms downstairs and one room upstairs, plus an attic. During the Wharton era, the rent was two dollars [per] month."
(www.nj.gov/dep/parksandforests/parks/docs/Batsto%20Villag...)
"Batsto Village (or simply Batsto) is a historic unincorporated community located on CR 542 within Washington Township in Burlington County, New Jersey, United States. It is located in Wharton State Forest in the south central Pine Barrens, and a part of the Pinelands National Reserve. It is listed on the New Jersey and National Register of Historic Places, and is administered by the New Jersey Department of Environmental Protection's Division of Parks & Forestry. The name is derived from the Swedish bastu, bathing place (also the Swedish word for Finnish sauna); the first bathers were probably the Lenni Lenape Native Americans.
The land in the vicinity of what would become Batsto was purchased from the proprietors of West Jersey in 1758 by the land speculator John Munrow. John Fort ran a sawmill there for several years, attempting to buy the land with the profits from milling, but failed to meet the purchase price. It was sold to Richard Wescoat in 1764. A year later, Wescoat sold a half-interest in much of the property to Charles Read.
Read, a prominent lawyer, politician, and agriculturalist, had determined to become an ironmaster on a large scale. Batsto was one of several sites he fixed upon for the erection of blast furnaces. He had surveyed the tract of land, and found that it had an abundance of bog ore which could be mined from the area's streams and rivers. Wood from the area's forests could be burned for charcoal for smelting the ore. The Batsto River, the Mullica (Atsion) River, and Nescochague Creek furnished water power. Immediately after his purchase from Wescoat, Read acquired additional wood and ore rights between Batsto and Atsion from John Estell, and then successfully petitioned the legislature for an act authorizing him to dam the Batsto River. By the end of 1766, he had built the Batsto Iron Works, including Batsto furnace.
In 1773, John Cox bought the Iron Works, which produced cooking pots, kettles, and other household items. Batsto manufactured supplies for the Continental Army during the American Revolutionary War.
In 1779, the Iron Works manager, Joseph Ball, bought the works and in 1784, his uncle, William Richards, bought a controlling interest. Over the next 91 years, the Richards family built most of the structures in the village. Richards was ironmaster until he retired in 1809. He was succeeded by his son, Jesse Richards, who ran the operation until his death in 1854 and was followed in turn by his son Thomas H. Richards. In the mid-19th century, demand for iron declined and Batsto turned to glassmaking, though without lasting success. Soon Batsto was in bankruptcy.
In 1876, Philadelphia businessman Joseph Wharton purchased Batsto along with a substantial number of other properties in the area. He improved many of the village buildings and was involved in a number of forestry and agricultural projects, including cranberry farming and a sawmill. After his death in 1909, his properties in the Pine Barrens were managed by the Girard Trust Company in Philadelphia." (Wikipedia)
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Was away camping this weekend with some friends down at the Delaware Sea Shore State Park again. This time we stayed in a site north of the bridge.
We had planed the trip months ago and luck was with us for sure. Had planed it for last weekend Hurricane Matthew would have been joining us as it passed by our coastline.
The weather was as perfect an Autumn weekend as you could ask for. Bright sunny days, lovely blue skies, cool clear evenings and pretty sunsets.
We visited Cape Henlopen and stopped at the point where the Delaware Bay and Atlantic Ocean meet. In addition to the famous lighthouse there was all nature of wildlife on display.
And then there were these mysteriously abandoned sneakers pointing off towards the water.
Perhaps they were left behind by some Merman who temporarily came ashore to enjoy a last bit of fun before all the local pubs and restaurants close up for the season.
Hope you all have a great week ahead.
October 3, 2015
I'm probably going to be posting a bunch of these from this shoot. I really just adore them.
Wanderung in Scharzfeld (Stadt Herzberg) zur Einhornhöhle.
Hike in Scharzfeld (city Herzberg) to Einhornhöhle.
Wanderung in Scharzfeld (Stadt Herzberg) zur Einhornhöhle.
Hike in Scharzfeld (city Herzberg) to Einhornhöhle.
Johannes Brahms: Schicksalslied (Song of Destiny)
Atlanta Symphony Orchestra & Chorus, Robert Shaw
This is a shot from my trip to GTNP in October, which I'd forgotten about until viewing this image of Reid's. When I shot this, my thoughts were much the same as his- wondering about all the ranchers and cowboys putting up these endless miles of fences.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
From I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
I couldn't resist this title after my recent globetrotting and current dilemma as to which part of the world to live in next.
This is the view from my son's apartment window in Edinburgh... I had a great time in Auld Reekie, thanks Jules :-)
Today's Raven Muse - Patterns & Lines by Screw-Jay
“I love the streets that I wander down. What do you wander down that makes you happy?”
I love the serene back roads in my area. The trees form cool, dark tunnels, creating a lovely escape on hot and humid summer days. In autumn, the breathtaking colours of the maple trees are even more stunning.
“Give yourself a break. Give yourself the benefit of the doubt. Lighten up. Be easier. Go slower! Have more fun. Love yourself. Appreciate more. Laugh more. ~ Abraham Hicks