This is a shot of the Terminus at Ryde Pier Head. I’m quite fond of this one, I must admit. The title is taken from the album “Axe Victim” by Be Bop Deluxe
A South London Station on August evening COLOUR PORTFOLIO IN THE MOMENT – PHOTOJOURNALISM URBAN DECOR ARCHITECTURAL MOTHER NATURE SUBLIME GRIME PORTRAITURE
This another shot from Cable Beach. I couldn’t decide whether I liked this better with the more vivid colour or the shot of the whole train. Can you help?
little rivers (?) australia / december 2007 last one of the sunset on the tracks series… www.elliewinds.com
My inner rumblings reflect my personal trials, dreams, needs and obligations. My Artwork reflects who I am! / / Yes.ter.year 1955* / / Smudge Art TM. / Photography / By: Madeline M. Allen / Thank you for viewing my work / Image copyright © 2008, Madeline M. Allen / Copying and displaying or redistribution of this image without permission from the artist is strictly prohibited / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx / On the eve of my Hubby and I going home to Newfoundland , Canada on holidays and a 2 week photo shoot of my beautiful homeland island. I can not think of a better picture to add to this competion LLD4. I have very fond memories of this old train titled “YER-TER-YEAR 1955 ” and it is a great represation of my life growing up in the small town of Badger,Newfoundland !!! / In its day, the Newfoundland railway carried passengers and freight between Port aux Basques and St. John’s with frequent stops in Corner Brook. At the time, the fastest train in the province was known as the Newfie Bullet. While the Newfoundland Railway no longer operates, the Newfie Bullet is now the focal point of the Railway Society of Newfoundland Historic Train Site. / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx / SNOWBOUND ON THE NEWFIE BULLET / December 1958 / by Reg Miller, RCAF Seeing photos of the “Newfie Bullet” brings back fond memories of travelling on a swaying, slow-moving, heavy smoke spouting train. It was great. My most memorable recollection happened around mid-December of 1958 when I was in the Royal Canadian Air Force and on my way home on leave from Whitehorse to St. John’s. I was travelling via Trans Canada Air Lines but when we got to Stephenville, the pilot advised us the weather from there to St. John’s was too bad for flying and we were going to be transferred to the “Bullet.” Adventure time!!!! So off we went by rail thinking we would reach our destination the next day. Unfortunately, the next day the train could go no further than Goobies because the rail line to St. John’s was quite impassable. In those days, I was a drinker and luckily we were stuck a short distance from the local beer/liquor outlet – which caused a loud cheer from the passengers when we were told this. On the FOURTH day, the rail plough finally reached us and we were able to get under-way, which was just as well because the spirits had all been consumed, as had most of the food that the railway was providing free of charge. It was a wonderful four days and everyone (at least in our car) had taken the unscheduled stop in grand style. The only unfortunate thing was that I had taken numerous photos of our entrapment and when I got back to Whitehorse the following February and sent the film in for development, I got a free film back and a letter advising me that one film in a thousand gets messed up when being developed and it just happened to be mine. That was disappointing!! Regardless, I had the memories and they were terrific. I certainly hated to see the grand old “Newfie Bullet” disappear. / xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx / / /
Taken in Tunga/Zuga Village .remote Nigeria. Rebecca is 13 years old and is orphaned. Her Grandmother was looking after her, but she now is dead also. Rebecca rarely speaks but loves to sing songs she learned from passing missionaries. She works in her grandmothers small garden. Her Grandmothers house is almost falling down. The villagers are very loving toward her, but Food is scare here. Please pray and help us to help children like Rebecca. ALL PROCEEDS FROM SALE OF ANY OF MY ART, OR DONATIONS MADE VIA OUR PHILADELPHIA MISSION CHARITY WEBSITE, GOES TO HELP EXTREME POOR IN REMOTE AND RURAL VILLAGES IN AFRICA. WE TAKE NOTHING OUT OF WHAT YOU DONATE TO COVER SALARIES, OR ANY CHARITY EXPENSES OR OVERHEADS. SO YOUR MONE£Y REALLY DOES GO TO HELP. Please visit our Charity Mission website: / http://www.philadelphia33.org/ Please look at my new art site: / http://www.missionary.smugmug.com/ Camera: Canon EOS400D. Lens: Canon 70-300 Zoom. WB: daylight. ISO:400.
Taken at Camp 5 in Laona, Wisconsin / / View Larger
We’re all looking for a sign (every now and then), this is where I want to be – in a pure minimal landscape… oh, and that also sells Italian food!
The Lartigue railway ran the 10 miles form Listowel to Ballybunion in Co. Kerry, Ireland. It was a monorail system that much has been written about on the internet. This shot shows the last remaining bridge over what was part of the Lartigue Railway line. /
100% of proceeds received from Redbubble in respect to sales of this item, will be donated to Bush Heritage Australia This photo was taken on the train from Anchorage to Seward, Alaska.
November 2008, taken in Bedford, NH
Nikon D300 18/200 / East Greenbush, N.Y. USA
Shot with my canon rebel xsi / shot outside swift current Saskatchewan ,Canada
Taken with a Canon Digital Rebel XSI…... In Amherst County Virginia…... Some Orton effect used…...Elements 7
Music / Blind Faith- Cant Find My Way Home / Come down off your throne And leave your body alone Somebody must change You are the reason I’ve been waiting so long Somebody holds the key Well, I’m near the end and I just ain’t got the time Well, I’m wasted and I can’t find my way home Come down on your own And leave your money at home Somebody must change You are the reason I’ve been waiting all these years Somebody holds the key I’m near the end, and I just ain’t got the time Oh, and I’m wasted, and I can’t find my way home But I can’t find my way home But I can’t find my way home But I can’t find my way home But I can’t find my way home Still, I can’t find my way home And, I ain’t done nothing wrong But, I can’t find my way home
I have to give credit to my wife for spotting this out her side of the truck window. This is out on the eastern plains of Colorado at night with a full blazing moon. This train has been sitting here for a very long time. We’ve been passing it on our way to Kansas for many years. / EOS 20D 24-105 Long exposer due to low light.
Old unused railway express office an station
as I was in Philly.. I remembered the saying .. brotherly love.. to tell you the truth , I didnt really expect it. but , I was very surprised pleasantly , to be given the courtesy by strangers .. of a hello..and of stopping their cars to let me go “jaywalking”.. and the like.. it was great to see this . This photo was taken from inside of the beautiful train station at 12th street.. where there is a huge room, with a window to the skyline I layered this with a velvia film …
~ The Line ~
This is the gentle glacier and melt water hills and valleys of Yorkshire outside the village of South Dalton. With the crop safely gathered in, the ghost trails of the plants form the track for the rolling runaway trains of the clouds above. Converted into a black and white pinhole. Best viewed large this was taken a few moments before this shot
From my “One Day in Toronto” project. Calendar available too: Toronto Calendar Toronto Shoot Video
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