Friday, May 20, 2005
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- The smokestack.
- Ivy and urban decay.
- again
- I was tempted to walk down there, but was afraid o...
- At the factory
- me.
- This is my piece de resistance. The one that I me...
- Wow....doesn't this really get your imagination go...
- What the fucking hell is this?
- Ok, so that was a little over-emphatic
Bookmarks:
- Texas Gurl (The first blog I picked up reading, and I'm still hooked!)
- Callahan Photography (Why is this girl not world famous?)
- Nanabear
- The Last Ditch (My Hero. My Role Model. Whom I hope to become some day. Perpetuating my love of Canadians)
- Michelle (Unfortunately not Canadian, but from Seattle, and that's close enough to count as cool in my book)
- Shutterbug!
- Diva Cow Girl (refreshingly frank and honest)
- The Sweet Life Photography (Heidi, a hometown photography enthusiast)
- Boinkology.com (Actual intellectual (and often humorous) discourse on intercourse)
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3 Comments:
Likewise, though I'm worried how those appear to be train tracks either side of you...
How on earth did you get that shot without crossing the tracks?
I crossed the tracks. I had to cross them to get to the factory. Now, I didn't cross the bridge. I walked across the white one in the background of the depth shot.
And don't worry, the tracks stretched straight for a good distance in both directions, so no train could come sneaking up on me. Believe me, I'm as deathly afraid of trains as I am fascinated by them. Same thing with severe weather. My fascination is proportional to my fear.
I've had 3 friends killed on railway lines so far in my life - so have a better than average understanding of their dangers.
Very very dangerous thing to do, easy to trip on them and get stuck there. Mind you, at least those don't appear to be electrified.
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