13 seconds of an Amtrak train passing through Jack London Square in Oakland. The train runs down the street in the middle of stores and restaurants... and it's very cool to stand there, a few feet from the train, as it passes by.
Playing "now you see him, now you don't" with Chris, yesterday, at Heron's Head Park.
Two shots, one with my husband, one without... overlaid in Photoshop, with selective deletion of my better half from one of the layers. I'm not entirely happy with the result... I made a classic mistake of shooting without checking my camera settings first and not freezing the exposure between shots, but for a handheld quick couple of snaps it kinda worked.
Today is the two year anniversary of my joining Mastodon and these past two years have been swell. This is home.
For those who don't know me, I'm Bob, a retired IT guy (yes yes, I know... bad karma). To my credit, I am slightly smarter than my thermostat and a bit brighter than a 6W bulb. I love damp weather. And if I could have just one superpower, I would like the power to change red traffic lights to green.
Anyway, I like to take photos. So here is a four and a half minute exposure of the Pacifica Pier. It's monochrome and I know that because I'm a photographer.
Forgive me: I didn't sleep much last night. Something has been weighing heavily on my heart and I need to share this. I can not let it rest.
Over the last 10 years, my cousin Matt has been researching our family tree. Yesterday, Matt sent an email about one of our family tree's limbs.
In the 1880s, our mutual great-grandparents emigrated from Bohemia to New York City. They left behind a very large family concentrated in a small area of what is now known as the Czech Republic.
In the 1940s, 190 of those relatives - our great grandparent's brothers, sisters, cousins, nieces, and nephews - were murdered in Auschwitz, Belzec, Buchenwald, Chelmno, Gross Rosen, Kaunas, Izbica, Lodž, Lublin, Maly Trostenets, Nisko, Opole, Piaska, Raasiku, Riga, Sobibor, Theresienstadt, Trawniki, Treblinka, Warsaw, and Zamošč.
More than a third of these 190 had photos. Matt found those photos in Holocaust.cz’s online database. This is what he sent me.
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