By John Stapleton
In my working life, I carry too much equipment.
When I am on the train or travelling I like to keep it simple, one camera and one phone.
All the images here are very random, I am mostly reading a book and every now and then I look out the window and if there is a image I take it, if not, back to my book.
We Are All Just Passing By
STRANGER, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you? Walt Whitman.
Where Worlds Collide
It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same. Robert M. Hensel
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Every stop I get to I’m clicking my gun
Everyone’s a winner we’re making that fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
Imagine a dark forest at night. It’s deathly quiet. Nothing moves. Nothing stirs. This could lead one to assume that the forest is devoid of life. But of course, it’s not. The dark forest is full of life. It’s quiet because night is when the predators come out. To survive, the animals stay silent.
Is our universe an empty forest or a dark one? If it’s a dark forest, then only Earth is foolish enough to ping the heavens and announce its presence. The rest of the universe already knows the real reason why the forest stays dark. It’s only a matter of time before the Earth learns as well. Yancey Strickler.
Dreams of the Conquered
The Unexpected The Unexplained
Be like a train; go in the rain, go in the sun, go in the storm, go in the dark tunnels! Be like a train; concentrate on your road and go with no hesitation!
Mehmet Murat ildan
The Imprisoned Mind
twirling,endless motions
infinite commuting commotion
tranquil, sweet Mother nature serene peaceful scenes
disquieted murmur of clouded dreams
swimming with trepidation in the worlds murky sea
obviously forgetting natures highs, and beautiful trees
noisy ruckus, anxiety ridden uncivilized under sea
feelings for emancipating for needs
beautiful, pristine of nature will agree
enticing, alluring, seductive, she wants your peace
imprisoned minds cannot see what beauty lies for our smothered souls too see.
We Seeped Yet Further Into the Wider World
Abstraction
The Muffled Decency of an Ordinary Day
Commute
The Black and White Photography of Russell Shakespeare
In my working life, I carry too much equipment.
When I am on the train or travelling I like to keep it simple, one camera and one phone.
All the images here are very random, I am mostly reading a book and every now and then I look out the window and if there is a image I take it, if not, back to my book.
We Are All Just Passing By
STRANGER, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you? Walt Whitman.
Where Worlds Collide
It doesn’t matter which side of the tracks you’re from, the train still rolls the same. Robert M. Hensel
If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name
If you come around here, I make ’em all day
I get one down in a second if you wait
Every stop I get to I’m clicking my gun
Everyone’s a winner we’re making that fame
Bonafide hustler making my name
Imagine a dark forest at night. It’s deathly quiet. Nothing moves. Nothing stirs. This could lead one to assume that the forest is devoid of life. But of course, it’s not. The dark forest is full of life. It’s quiet because night is when the predators come out. To survive, the animals stay silent.
Is our universe an empty forest or a dark one? If it’s a dark forest, then only Earth is foolish enough to ping the heavens and announce its presence. The rest of the universe already knows the real reason why the forest stays dark. It’s only a matter of time before the Earth learns as well. Yancey Strickler.
Dreams of the Conquered
The Unexpected The Unexplained
Be like a train; go in the rain, go in the sun, go in the storm, go in the dark tunnels! Be like a train; concentrate on your road and go with no hesitation!
Mehmet Murat ildan
The Imprisoned Mind
twirling,endless motions
infinite commuting commotion
tranquil, sweet Mother nature serene peaceful scenes
disquieted murmur of clouded dreams
swimming with trepidation in the worlds murky sea
obviously forgetting natures highs, and beautiful trees
noisy ruckus, anxiety ridden uncivilized under sea
feelings for emancipating for needs
beautiful, pristine of nature will agree
enticing, alluring, seductive, she wants your peace
imprisoned minds cannot see what beauty lies for our smothered souls too see.