Guilford Rail System Depot - Lincoln, ME

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1955 Chrysler Flight Sweep I

The Forward Look fuckyeahconceptcarz:

1955 Chrysler Flight Sweep I

The Forward Look

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1955 Chrysler Flight Sweep I

The Forward Look

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George Bennie Railplane system
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George Bennie Railplane system
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George Bennie Railplane system
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George Bennie Railplane system
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George Bennie Railplane system

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Living in Asia, I purchased an SLR about 8 years ago and read-up on photography to take better family photos.

My subsequent study has been from others including my uncle who has been a photographer since he was a child and once told me to forget the ‘how-to books’ and go to beautiful places and meet beautiful people to take beautiful pictures; which is easy to do in this part of the world. I learn by enjoying what others photograph or paint and for that Tumblr & Lensblr and all those who share their pictures are really helpful.

Learning photography is a fun journey and it is nice to be on this journey with others.

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mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.
moby
mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.
moby
mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.
moby
mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.
moby
mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.
moby
mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.
and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.
union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  
little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.
it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.
now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.
also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.
here’s union station, it’s really pretty.
moby

mobylosangelesarchitecture:

you drive around l.a and you see beige strip malls and offices from 1982 and beautiful mid century houses and odd architectural detritus and autobody shops and pawn shops and check cashing places and mountains and desert and eucalyptus trees and craftsmen houses and every other disparate and baffling thing that has found it’s way to los angeles.

and then occasionally you see things that remind you that at one point l.a had the makings of a normal city.

union station is one of those things. it’s a beautiful old train station and it sits nicely in the pantheon of beautiful old train stations. because at one point l.a was destined to be a normal city, with normal and beautiful buildings and an urban core and public transportation. and then the 20th century happened and l.a exploded in every direction, literally, metaphorically, figuratively.  

little outposts of normalcy were left behind, clustered around a leaking downtown like little dioramas of conventional urbanism. you look at union station and think, “wow, this was built when people still expected l.a to behave like other cities”.

it was built when everyone assumed that the future would involve public transit and urban hubs and tall buildings. and then BOOM l.a blew up in every direction, metastasizing oddly and dysfunctionally and beautifully into a city without a center. a city where the remnants of public transit were covered over with an embarrassed cough.

now we’re rediscovering public transit and urban centers and l.a is starting to feel like a live-able city again, not just a sprawling tapestry of freeways and loneliness. but it’s the 21st century. the 20th century gave birth to l.a but also almost destroyed it. the 20th century made l.a a city of the oddball future, and now we’re slowly realizing that some simple things from the past are still worth having around. like urban hubs and public transit and walkable streets and venerable buildings.

also i just realized i’m rambling. i blame insomnia and fluoride.

here’s union station, it’s really pretty.

moby

engineeringhistory:

Tinted photograph from a daguerreotype of Ada Lovelace, 1844. Lovelace, daughter of Lord Byron, wrote lengthy notes to Charles Babbage who designed a theoretical mechanical digital computer, the Analytical Engine. Babbage referred to Lovelace as “the Enchantress of Numbers” and she is considered by some to be the first computer programmer.

A Whoopie Pie, the Official State Snack of Maine.  This fine example, from Grammy’s Country Inn, Linneus, ME, is about eight inches in diameter.