Where You Headed?
The wall of Dupont Station, directly behind me when I took this shot.
The wall of Dupont Station, directly behind me when I took this shot.
From Gabes, Tunisia, in 2005, this sign marks the route eastward toward Tripoli, Libya. At the time, the tape across the distance meant that the border was closed. But as the extraordinary events of the past few weeks reshape the region, it’s only a matter of time before the tape can be taken off the sign.
A few minutes from Niagara Falls, the storm broke and let light shine north to the lake. I couldn’t pull off the highway in time to catch the full arc.
Upstream of the main falls, there are plenty of interesting locations to watch the water. This long exposure captures the junction of the churn and the constant flow of the Niagara River.
Another rusted truck, seen in Toronto’s Distillery District.
From the Westbound section of the Toronto’s Sheppard subway line, this is a different take on the tunnel-in-motion look I posted previously.
Aiming south from 18 floors above Bloor St West, the buildings of Toronto’s financial district are still quite active after midnight.
When the veil of fog and rain finally lifted, there was yet more water. The rapids upstream of the falls have a lot of character, and stand in stark contrast to the still, leafless trees.
My previous wanderings around the Toronto transit system had never really included the Spadina-Downsview section of the map. Lots of interesting locations out there, including this from Dupont Station.
Outside the Navy Archives/Penn Quarter Metro station after a few hours of snowfall.
With the streets virtually empty immediately after a big snowfall, photography in major intersections gets a whole lot easier.
The bouncing and rattling of the older model subway car on the Sheppard line wasn’t conducive to smooth long-exposure photos. In all, it took more than 50 attempts to get 2 that I’m happy with.
Fresh, wet flakes came to an end just before midnight. A Yamaha was parked out front.
In the fog of the late afternoon, there was only noise. So thick was the mist in the air that the famous falls were invisible, even standing right beside the gorge into which they fell. While waiting for a break, I turned in the other direction.
New Year’s Day meant a long drive from Toronto to Baltimore. It was a slight detour to visit the Falls, but worth the diversion to spend a few hours walking along the water.
In a break between the traffic flows at the Aldershot GO Train Station, a look up to the last platform.
A 5-shot HDR composite, taken in the Distillery District about 4pm.
Train storage and maintenance yard on the east side of the Bloor line.
1:30am, somewhere in the middle of PA, out of cell phone range, on a route that was anything but direct (thanks, Google).
It’s like seasons are some kind of strange new invention this year. They’re actually happening. After hearing about airport cancellations, train pre-cancellations and other talk of snowmageddon, the flakes finally arrived in DC about 8pm. The city looked great. And today? Glad I’m not supposed to be on a plane.