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Several years ago the Ira Bong bridge was closed, one direction at a time, for improvements. Since this bridge happens to have a bike/pedestrian path that allows riders to cross between Duluth and Superior, I was able to go out a couple of times and have half the bridge to myself. This gave me a rare opportunity to capture images that otherwise would be impossible to get, at least legally. I made two trips during that time, one daytime and one nighttime. Of all of the images, this remains one of my favorites.
Canon EOS 7D, ISO 800, f/18, 8 sec,
Post: Adobe Lightroom, Photoshop and Silver Efex Pro 2
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Fuji X-T2 and XF 18-55mm LM OIS Lens – 1/125 @ f/5.6 – ISO 200
This is a casual portrait I took of the legendary street photographer Louis Mendes at the 2018 Coney Island Mermaid Parade. If you live in the NYC area you probably have met him. Thank you Louis for being a gentleman.
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St-John’s Street – Québec – Right beside St-John’s Gate
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I was standing in a light drizzle, struck by the impression that the picket fence represented time; how on the right, up close, it’s easy to see each day-if each picket equals one day, but as it recedes into the past (distance) the days blur into each other. Can you see what I mean? And the grave markers merge more and more into each other the farther into the past they are. Isn’t that how time seems to us? We know that a day is a day, but the farther into the past the smaller they appear, and the more they blend into one another, even though we know that each day was the same. Likewise, although the grave markers seem smaller, to the people present at the time they were placed, they represented loss on the same scale as the more recent ones. The fact that the markers seem smaller in the distance doesn’t mean the loved ones the markers represent were mourned for any less.
The older I get the longer the line of pickets that merge into one another. The fact that I have a hard time distinguishing one day in the past from another doesn’t mean they were less important, or that the people I can barely recall were less important to me then, time just does that. See what I mean?
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Olympus OMD EM5 with 20mm f1.7 Panasonic lens.