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Snow is pretty to look at...I'll give it that much and fun to play in too, but try being serious and productive in the stuff and then you'll see what I mean when I say, "winter sucks".
A feather in an old green bottle saved from the river.
Ivy clinging tenaciously to the outside of the window
burglar bars -
and afternoon light
I am off to the river for about a week but will have a computer with me.
Caste Drogo, Devon. Looks like a medieval castle, but actually built in the 20th century by Lutyens.
Was away on a whirlwind trip to central New York State for a funeral this past weekend.
This area of the state is full of beautiful hills and valleys carved by deep glaciers. Some people call this area the the foothills of the Adirondacks.
Unfortunately the trip was so fast I didn't get a chance to do any exploring or nature landscape photos.
I did however grab this shot out of the second floor gallery of the Utica Hotel where we stayed the night.
My grandmother had worked here back in its glory days and was alive when it reopened after years of neglect. She would not have been pleased to see such dirty windows.
Captured with iPhone and edited on the iPad in Snapseed.
HWW and have a great rest of the week all.
One of the wonderful old buildings still sitting abandoned on Mare Island, Solano County, Northern California. Happy Windows Wednesday!
A little history . . .
Mare Island became the first United States naval base on the West Coast in 1854. Spanish ship captain Don Juan Manuel de Ayala y Aranza touched here in 1775. It received its present name from Mexican calvary commander General Mariano Guadalupe Vallejo in 1830.
During World War II, the shipyard turned out scores of ships and submarines, assembling new destroyer escorts with prefabricated sections brought in from as far away as Colorado. Warships damaged in battle were also repaired and refitted in the base's drydocks. By the end of the war, Mare Island had produced 17 submarines, four submarine tenders, 31 destroyer escorts, 33 small craft and more than 300 landing craft.
Mare Island's sprawling National Register historic district boasts hundreds of buildings built between 1854 and the end of World War II, including ranking officers' mansions (c. 1900), duplexes for junior grade officers (1940), and ammunition depots (1856-1960s).
Out shooting with James, we ended up in Hole In the Wall Panther beach, the sky was not fantastic, but from this window, it got fired up....
item 13: window
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friday the 13th treated me how it should, i got called into work with only 4 hours of sleep and taking pictures was frustrated. not sure how i feel about this. i figured i hadn't done a levitation in a long time.
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The altar window in the Gothic part of the church of Sainte-Marie-du-Mont. It shows scenes from the life of Christ - and if I'm not mistaken, the upper scene to the left side of the cross, is the adoration of the magi, with Mary and Josef at the side of the newborn Jesus just below it.
On its way to Asda, Hornsby's BU05 HDX is an Alexander Dennis Dart SLF with Alexander Dennis Pointer bodywork. New in 2005 as Travel London DP23, it passed to Abellio (8023) before moving north.
Continuing with my late uploads of Melbourne Xmas photos.
It is always a challenge to capture the Myer windows with the crowds gathered so rather than try to exclude all the people I thought it might make a better shot to include them in the frame.
At an abandoned farm I call the Arch House.
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The view through an ancient window of the Wukoki Pueblo at Wupatki National Monument outside of Flagstaff, Arizona. This land was actually farmed by the Sinagua Indians, who were able to farm and live virtually without water. The pueblo was abandoned after the volcanic eruption at neaby Sunset Crater.
I used to work with this guy--an engineer--who was the living definition of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD). He couldn't enter my office without rearranging a stack of papers on my desk or straightening a picture on the wall. One night while at his house for dinner, I noticed that the books on his bookshelf were arranged with the tallest on the left to the smallest on the far right. Not one book out of order--a perfect staircase of literature. He folded his t-shirts by lying them face down, folding in the sleeves, followed by a vertical fold to each side, and then three folds from the bottom to the neck. He had twenty of them--ten white and ten black. They all were within a millimeter of each other when folded. His kitchen cabinets and refrigerator displayed the same compulsion for symmetry. He loved Bach and disdained Debussy.
When I saw this building I was immediately reminded of this old acquaintance. He would have loved the symmetry and raved about the genius of the architect and interior designers. It occurs to me that we humans do have some affinity for order. There is a certain comfort that comes from symmetry and homogeneity. Me on the other hand: I long to rent one of those rooms and let my "freak flag" fly. Purple curtains with orange polka dots would look quite awesome against that brick exterior don't ya think?
San Francisco, CA
Her: "Just think after we cross the bridge, we can go there! We can be happy there..."
Him: "I'm still not sure if I should come"
Her: "I am."
and they gazed out to the horizon together, not knowing that the next day everything would chage for the worse
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this story follows NO chronological order whatsoever ^.^