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Bei Langweid am Lech gelang diese Aufnahme des Siemens Smartrons 192 011-5 von NRAIL mit einem schönen KLV Zug. [Anmerkung: der zweite Auflieger wurde digital hinzugefügt]
NRAIL's Siemens Smartron 192 011-5 was hauling a intermodal transport train near Langweid/Lech. [the second car was added digitally]
Spécial vapeur avec la SNCF Pacific 231K8 en route entre Paris Est et Reims.
(SNCF 231K8 Henschel 10851/1912)
This week's FlickrFriday theme is: #Beholder
Le thème de ce FlickrFriday est: #Spectateur
O tema desta FlickrFriday é: #Espectador
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FlickrFriday-Thema der Woche: #Betrachter
El tema de FlickrFriday es: #Espectador
Spécial vapeur avec la SNCF Pacific 231K8 en route entre Reims et Paris Est passe à Dormans.
French pacific 231K8 on the return leg of the steam special Paris - Reims passes through Dormans.
(SNCF 231K8 Henschel 10851/1912)
Noordwijk aan Zee 06-04-1979. Mid-Warwickshire Motors WOV 580T, AEC Reliance 6U3ZR / Plaxton Supreme Express.
Day 23
When I woke up this morning I counted 27 mosquitoes siting on the outside of my tent's mesh netting. My campsite is still in shadow. I lied in my tent waiting for suntouch to arrive and chase off the mosquitoes. Once they were gone I got out and made myself breakfast. After eating I started on trail.
I reached the trail junction to Grinnell Lake, on the opposite side of the valley from where the hanging valley of the Second Recess connects. A hanging valley is a secondary valley that joins a main valley where the latter has been deepened by glacial erosion, resulting in a steep drop from the floor of the secondary valley to the floor of the main valley. In this area there are four hanging valleys on the southern slope called recesses, first through fourth, and three on the northern slope, Pioneer Basin, Hopkins Creek and Laurel Creek.
Had I not needed to exit with Carl four days ago due to a leaky pack cover and wet toilet paper, I would have climbed down from White Bear Pass (11800), passed by Brown Bear Lake (11000) and Lake Italy (11202), climbed over Gabbot Pass (12240), and camped at one of the two Mills Creek Lakes (11167 or 10851) in the Second Recess, then I would have intersected my current position here at the trail junction of the Laurel Creek Trail (8795) that up goes to Grinnell lake (10805).
From here I turned north and began climbing steep switchbacks out of the main valley of Mono Creek. As I climbed I left the lush forest behind and manzanita, with its brilliant red branches and deep green leaves covered the mountainside with an occasional pine tree pushing its way through. To the right of the trail Laurel Creek tumbled down in cascades and the babbling of water mingled with the buzzing of the bees in the manzanita.
After a while the trail began to level out and the switchbacks ended as the trail became more direct. The creek was now in less of a hurry to go downhill. Forest closed back in around me, though not as lush as the one I had left behind, this was more open. As soon as the opportunity presented itself I refilled my water bottles. I was going to sit and rest here next to the creek in the shade but after having to swat at more than a few mosquitoes I changed my mind.
I continued following the trail that followed the creek. The trees then opened up again and gave way to meadowland, the creek now lazily meandered it's way across the terrain and the trail disappeared into the grasses. Now, I was finally cross country-ing again.
According to my map all I have to do is follow the creek and I would be good. After making my way across the meadow I came to the forest on the other side. The creek was now impossible to follow due to thick willows growing up around its steep banks. Back into the forest I went. The trail reappeared soon after entering the treeline so I continued following it. The trail soon became impossible to follow as well, due to numerous fallen trees littering the forest floor and blocking the path. The ones I could walk around I did, but it became such a interwoven mess of branches and logs that going around became much more difficult unless I strayed father and father away from the trail and the creek to where the terrain began sloping up to the mountains bordering the eastern side of this hanging valley. So I did the best I could to navigate through the sharp mess of pointy branches. As I made my way through, I broke off branches where I could to make a path I could easily follow out if I needed to.
The glimpses I got of the other side of the creek looked open and free of trees, so I aimed to find a route that would take me over to the creek where I could easily cross. That is easier said than done. In my attempts to reach the creek I had to double back more that a few times. By the time I finally reached the creek I had emerged on the other side of all the fallen trees. The lazy stream had awoken and was now crashing over rocks and a waterfall lay ahead of me. On the far side is a cliff face with black stains that indicate that it is a waterfall at times, right now it is just a trickle.
The trail was again nowhere to be seen. According to my map there are two smaller creeks that converge with the main one. The first flows down from a small tarn that I looked at on Google Earth before I left and that looked interesting for photography opportunities. The second smaller creek intersected at the same place as a trail junction, one way takes the backpacker to Grinnell Lake and the other to Laurel Lake. There is no trail that I can see and since I wasn’t able to follow the creek as closely as I had wanted to, I don’t know if this is the first or second smaller creek. I'm not sure if I want to stay at Grinnell Lake, Laurel Lake or the small tarn tonight. It won't really make a difference because all three will get me to tomorrow's destination, Cotton Lake.
After much deliberation I have decided to take a chance and climb up the dry waterfall on the far side then follow that creek to where ever it goes. Hopefully I wont get lost and have to double back. I began free climbing up the cliff face, it's not as steep as it looked. After reaching the top of that the terrain sloped steeply up, then the slope became more gradual. I followed the creek that was flowing in some places and not others. Finally the slope leveled out and shortly after I reach a rock-ringed tarn. A short distance away was a lake. This must be Laurel Lake, its too big to be the small tarn.
I dropped pack here and ate lunch; cheese, salami, a slice of dried chilli mango, a handful of smoked almonds and a few scoops of peanut butter. Then I laid down on some soft grass in the shade of a crooked pine tree and took a nap.
After waking up I walked back to the rock-ringed tarn, took a few pictures *1 and continued back to where the terrain began to slope down. Here, there was a spectacular view, *2 one that rivals and far surpasses the tunnel view that greets visitors to Yosemite. Immensity in all it's grandeur. I could see the hanging valley of the Second Recess far off in the distance on the other side of Mono canyon, with Mt. Hilgard (13361) and Mt. Gabb (13741) rising beyond it. The hanging valley I had just hiked through stretched out below me and then rose up to where I sat as I took in the view. (Much later, after I returned home and I was talking to one of my backpacking companions, who was unable to join me on this journey, I described the view as better than the tunnel view in Yosemite, he argued against it, saying that that was a very bold statement, because from there one can see all the major landmarks, Half Dome, El Capitan, the Three Sisters, etc. I explained that when I am at the tunnel view in Yosemite, its hard to really enjoy the experience because you are surrounded by a hundred people all talking and making tons of noise, being disrespectful and leaving their trash just lying around and sometimes blasting music from their cars. While on the road just behind you cars are constantly rushing by and the smell of their exhaust fills the air. But when I was here, I was alone, no one to spoil the silence, no car exhaust to breathe in, no trash, no man made anything. It was just me with the wind, the rocks, the trees, the mountains, the sky, a chipmunk, and a falcon circling overhead eyeballing that chipmunk.)
As the sun sank lower in the sky and the shadows grew longer a cold wind swirled up from the valley below. I then retreated back to the lake and my pack and made some tea. Then I headed back to the rock-ringed tarn to photograph sunset *3 while sipping on hot jasmine tea.
I didn't see a single person all day, and since there are no mosquitoes up here I will not be using my tent.
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Day 23
When I woke up this morning I counted 27 mosquitoes siting on the outside of my tent's mesh netting. My campsite is still in shadow. I lied in my tent waiting for suntouch to arrive and chase off the mosquitoes. Once they were gone I got out and made myself breakfast. After eating I started on trail.
I reached the trail junction to Grinnell Lake, on the opposite side of the valley from where the hanging valley of the Second Recess connects. A hanging valley is a secondary valley that joins a main valley where the latter has been deepened by glacial erosion, resulting in a steep drop from the floor of the secondary valley to the floor of the main valley. In this area there are four hanging valleys on the southern slope called recesses, first through fourth, and three on the northern slope, Pioneer Basin, Hopkins Creek and Laurel Creek.
Had I not needed to exit with Carl four days ago due to a leaky pack cover and wet toilet paper, I would have climbed down from White Bear Pass (11800), passed by Brown Bear Lake (11000) and Lake Italy (11202), climbed over Gabbot Pass (12240), and camped at one of the two Mills Creek Lakes (11167 or 10851) in the Second Recess, then I would have intersected my current position here at the trail junction of the Laurel Creek Trail (8795) that up goes to Grinnell lake (10805).
From here I turned north and began climbing steep switchbacks out of the main valley of Mono Creek. As I climbed I left the lush forest behind and manzanita, with its brilliant red branches and deep green leaves covered the mountainside with an occasional pine tree pushing its way through. To the right of the trail Laurel Creek tumbled down in cascades and the babbling of water mingled with the buzzing of the bees in the manzanita.
After a while the trail began to level out and the switchbacks ended as the trail became more direct. The creek was now in less of a hurry to go downhill. Forest closed back in around me, though not as lush as the one I had left behind, this was more open. As soon as the opportunity presented itself I refilled my water bottles. I was going to sit and rest here next to the creek in the shade but after having to swat at more than a few mosquitoes I changed my mind.
I continued following the trail that followed the creek. The trees then opened up again and gave way to meadowland, the creek now lazily meandered it's way across the terrain and the trail disappeared into the grasses. Now, I was finally cross country-ing again.
According to my map all I have to do is follow the creek and I would be good. After making my way across the meadow I came to the forest on the other side. The creek was now impossible to follow due to thick willows growing up around its steep banks. Back into the forest I went. The trail reappeared soon after entering the treeline so I continued following it. The trail soon became impossible to follow as well, due to numerous fallen trees littering the forest floor and blocking the path. The ones I could walk around I did, but it became such a interwoven mess of branches and logs that going around became much more difficult unless I strayed father and father away from the trail and the creek to where the terrain began sloping up to the mountains bordering the eastern side of this hanging valley. So I did the best I could to navigate through the sharp mess of pointy branches. As I made my way through, I broke off branches where I could to make a path I could easily follow out if I needed to.
The glimpses I got of the other side of the creek looked open and free of trees, so I aimed to find a route that would take me over to the creek where I could easily cross. That is easier said than done. In my attempts to reach the creek I had to double back more that a few times. By the time I finally reached the creek I had emerged on the other side of all the fallen trees. The lazy stream had awoken and was now crashing over rocks and a waterfall lay ahead of me. On the far side is a cliff face with black stains that indicate that it is a waterfall at times, right now it is just a trickle.
The trail was again nowhere to be seen. According to my map there are two smaller creeks that converge with the main one. The first flows down from a small tarn that I looked at on Google Earth before I left and that looked interesting for photography opportunities. The second smaller creek intersected at the same place as a trail junction, one way takes the backpacker to Grinnell Lake and the other to Laurel Lake. There is no trail that I can see and since I wasn’t able to follow the creek as closely as I had wanted to, I don’t know if this is the first or second smaller creek. I'm not sure if I want to stay at Grinnell Lake, Laurel Lake or the small tarn tonight. It won't really make a difference because all three will get me to tomorrow's destination, Cotton Lake.
After much deliberation I have decided to take a chance and climb up the dry waterfall on the far side then follow that creek to where ever it goes. Hopefully I wont get lost and have to double back. I began free climbing up the cliff face, it's not as steep as it looked. After reaching the top of that the terrain sloped steeply up, then the slope became more gradual. I followed the creek that was flowing in some places and not others. Finally the slope leveled out and shortly after I reach a rock-ringed tarn. A short distance away was a lake. This must be Laurel Lake, its too big to be the small tarn.
I dropped pack here and ate lunch; cheese, salami, a slice of dried chilli mango, and a handful of smoked almonds. Then I laid down on some soft grass in the shade of a crooked pine tree and took a nap.
After waking up I walked back to the rock-ringed tarn, took a few pictures *1 and continued back to where the terrain began to slope down. Here, there was a spectacular view, *2 one that rivals and far surpasses the tunnel view that greets visitors to Yosemite. Immensity in all it's grandeur. I could see the hanging valley of the Second Recess far off in the distance on the other side of Mono canyon, with Mt. Hilgard (13361) and Mt. Gabb (13741) rising beyond it. The hanging valley I had just hiked through stretched out below me and then rose up to where I sat as I took in the view. (Much later, after I returned home and I was talking to one of my backpacking companions, who was unable to join me on this journey, I described the view as better than the tunnel view in Yosemite, he argued against it, saying that that was a very bold statement, because from there one can see all the major landmarks, Half Dome, El Capitan, the sisters, etc. I explained that when I am at the tunnel view in Yosemite, its hard to really enjoy the experience because you are surrounded by a hundred people all talking and making tons of noise, being disrespectful and leaving their trash just lying around and sometimes blasting music from their cars. While on the road just behind you cars are constantly rushing by and the smell of their exhaust fills the air. But when I was here, I was alone, no one to spoil the silence, no car exhaust to breathe in, no trash, no man made anything. It was just me with the wind, the rocks, the trees, the mountains, the sky, a chipmunk, and a falcon circling overhead eyeballing that chipmunk.)
As the sun sank lower in the sky and the shadows grew longer a cold wind swirled up from the valley below. I then retreated back to the lake and my pack and made some tea. Then I headed back to the rock-ringed tarn to photograph sunset while sipping on hot jasmine tea.
I didn't see a single person all day, and since there are no mosquitoes up here I will not be using my tent.
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Taken in South Buckinghamshire that we specifically visited for the Adonis Blue.
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*Sélection du 28 décembre 2014 suggérée par Ch. Huber, Genève*
Photo André Knoerr, Genève. Reproduction autorisée avec mention de la source.
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Deux rames de "La Plaine" se rencontrent en gare de Genève lors d'une "relève" pour entretien:
La navette BDe 4/4" 1301
L'Ae 4/6''' 10851 avec un forgon D3 et deux B légères
Sacramento City police owned SPD Air-1 Helicopter, in Search orbit during a high speed pursuit, that came very close to my house last night! :-)
This started in Citrus Heights, and ended in Fair Oaks California, with a vehicle theft at a local Mall. It appears that the special ops team (Sac-Cats) were doing some type of sting. The thief stole the vehicle (a large utility truck) and the pursuit was on. It was fairly short compared to the average Sacramento pursuit, but the path he took made up for it's short duration. I monitored it traveling around the outside of our closed loop neighborhood, then he turned down a dead-end road, and when he realized the road ended, he just blasted through the fence, and into our neighborhood. By this time, there were half a dozen squad cars behind him, and to our surprise, they all took the same route, through the smashed fence, and over the homeowners lawn.
He took a few more corners, nearly hitting some kids on the sidewalk, before he ditched the truck and foot-bailed into a large wooded field. This is where the Helicopter was orbiting around, as several K9 units did a track and door to door search. Unfortunately, after 90 minutes of searching, the man hunt was called off. So he's still out there, probably planning his next heist ..
*** ADDITIONAL PHOTOS BELOW!!!
I've placed photos of the fence and lawn that were destroyed during the pursuit, located in the first comment of this post.
Exposure time:102.6 seconds.
Light Painting
Update:
I've added the Sheriff radio traffic that I recorded from my police scanner, to this story. Listen here
Day 23
When I woke up this morning I counted 27 mosquitoes siting on the outside of my tent's mesh netting. My campsite is still in shadow. I lied in my tent waiting for suntouch to arrive and chase off the mosquitoes. Once they were gone I got out and made myself breakfast. After eating I started on trail.
I reached the trail junction to Grinnell Lake, on the opposite side of the valley from where the hanging valley of the Second Recess connects. A hanging valley is a secondary valley that joins a main valley where the latter has been deepened by glacial erosion, resulting in a steep drop from the floor of the secondary valley to the floor of the main valley. In this area there are four hanging valleys on the southern slope called recesses, first through fourth, and three on the northern slope, Pioneer Basin, Hopkins Creek and Laurel Creek.
Had I not needed to exit with Carl four days ago due to a leaky pack cover and wet toilet paper, I would have climbed down from White Bear Pass (11800), passed by Brown Bear Lake (11000) and Lake Italy (11202), climbed over Gabbot Pass (12240), and camped at one of the two Mills Creek Lakes (11167 or 10851) in the Second Recess, then I would have intersected my current position here at the trail junction of the Laurel Creek Trail (8795) that up goes to Grinnell lake (10805).
From here I turned north and began climbing steep switchbacks out of the main valley of Mono Creek. As I climbed I left the lush forest behind and manzanita, with its brilliant red branches and deep green leaves covered the mountainside with an occasional pine tree pushing its way through. To the right of the trail Laurel Creek tumbled down in cascades and the babbling of water mingled with the buzzing of the bees in the manzanita.
After a while the trail began to level out and the switchbacks ended as the trail became more direct. The creek was now in less of a hurry to go downhill. Forest closed back in around me, though not as lush as the one I had left behind, this was more open. As soon as the opportunity presented itself I refilled my water bottles. I was going to sit and rest here next to the creek in the shade but after having to swat at more than a few mosquitoes I changed my mind.
I continued following the trail that followed the creek. The trees then opened up again and gave way to meadowland, the creek now lazily meandered it's way across the terrain and the trail disappeared into the grasses. Now, I was finally cross country-ing again.
According to my map all I have to do is follow the creek and I would be good. After making my way across the meadow I came to the forest on the other side. The creek was now impossible to follow due to thick willows growing up around its steep banks. Back into the forest I went. The trail reappeared soon after entering the treeline so I continued following it. The trail soon became impossible to follow as well, due to numerous fallen trees littering the forest floor and blocking the path. The ones I could walk around I did, but it became such a interwoven mess of branches and logs that going around became much more difficult unless I strayed father and father away from the trail and the creek to where the terrain began sloping up to the mountains bordering the eastern side of this hanging valley. So I did the best I could to navigate through the sharp mess of pointy branches. As I made my way through, I broke off branches where I could to make a path I could easily follow out if I needed to.
The glimpses I got of the other side of the creek looked open and free of trees, so I aimed to find a route that would take me over to the creek where I could easily cross. That is easier said than done. In my attempts to reach the creek I had to double back more that a few times. By the time I finally reached the creek I had emerged on the other side of all the fallen trees. The lazy stream had awoken and was now crashing over rocks and a waterfall lay ahead of me. On the far side is a cliff face with black stains that indicate that it is a waterfall at times, right now it is just a trickle.
The trail was again nowhere to be seen. According to my map there are two smaller creeks that converge with the main one. The first flows down from a small tarn that I looked at on Google Earth before I left and that looked interesting for photography opportunities. The second smaller creek intersected at the same place as a trail junction, one way takes the backpacker to Grinnell Lake and the other to Laurel Lake. There is no trail that I can see and since I wasn’t able to follow the creek as closely as I had wanted to, I don’t know if this is the first or second smaller creek. I'm not sure if I want to stay at Grinnell Lake, Laurel Lake or the small tarn tonight. It won't really make a difference because all three will get me to tomorrow's destination, Cotton Lake.
After much deliberation I have decided to take a chance and climb up the dry waterfall on the far side then follow that creek to where ever it goes. Hopefully I wont get lost and have to double back. I began free climbing up the cliff face, it's not as steep as it looked. After reaching the top of that the terrain sloped steeply up, then the slope became more gradual. I followed the creek that was flowing in some places and not others. Finally the slope leveled out and shortly after I reach a rock-ringed tarn. A short distance away was a lake. This must be Laurel Lake, its too big to be the small tarn.
I dropped pack here and ate lunch; cheese, salami, a slice of dried chili mango, and a handful of smoked almonds. Then I laid down on some soft grass in the shade of a crooked pine tree and took a nap.
After waking up I walked back to the rock-ringed tarn, took a few pictures *1 and continued back to where the terrain began to slope down. Here, there was a spectacular view, *2 one that rivals and far surpasses the tunnel view that greets visitors to Yosemite. Immensity in all it's grandeur. I could see the hanging valley of the Second Recess far off in the distance on the other side of Mono canyon, with Mt. Hilgard (13361) and Mt. Gabb (13741) rising beyond it. The hanging valley I had just hiked through stretched out below me and then rose up to where I sat as I took in the view. (Much later, after I returned home and I was talking to one of my backpacking companions, who was unable to join me on this journey, I described the view as better than the tunnel view in Yosemite, he argued against it, saying that that was a very bold statement, because from there one can see all the major landmarks, Half Dome, El Capitan, the three sisters, etc. I explained that when I am at the tunnel view in Yosemite, its hard to really enjoy the experience because you are surrounded by a hundred people all talking and making tons of noise, being disrespectful and leaving their trash just lying around and sometimes blasting music from their cars. While on the road just behind you cars are constantly rushing by and the smell of their exhaust fills the air. But when I was here, I was alone, no one to spoil the silence, no car exhaust to breathe in, no trash, no man made anything. It was just me with the wind, the rocks, the trees, the mountains, the sky, a chipmunk, and a falcon circling overhead eyeballing that chipmunk.)
As the sun sank lower in the sky and the shadows grew longer a cold wind swirled up from the valley below. I then retreated back to the lake and my pack and made some tea. Then I headed back to the rock-ringed tarn to photograph sunset while sipping on hot jasmine tea.
I didn't see a single person all day, and since there are no mosquitoes up here I will not be using my tent.
New Enviro MMC’s are now the norm in Manchester and even the 17 reg ones at Middleton are common place, however just to make things a little more interesting 10851 SN17 MJU was placed into service without the Stagecoach branding on the front dash, after more than a week in service it still has not gained the branding.
22nd March 2017
*Updated*: Rather than mapping to RGB, it's mapped to red and orange.
Proposal ID: 10851
Red: hst_10851_01_acs_hrc_f658n_drz
Orange: hst_10851_01_acs_hrc_f625w_drz
House of Terror / one-shot
> The Curse of Khar!
art: Joe Kubert
St. John Publishing / USA 1953
Reprint / Comic-Club NK 2010
ex libris MTP
Photo André Knoerr, Genève. Reproduction autorisée avec mention de la source.
Utilisation commerciale soumise à autorisation spéciale préalable.
L'Ae 4/6''' 10851 construite en 1961 sur le châssis de l'ancienne Am 4/6 1101 de 1941 décroise sa composition en gare de La Plaine.
Un Tm' stationne à côté de la halle marchandises: le trafic Cargo est encore actif!
Photo André Knoerr, Genève. Reproduction autorisée avec mention de la source.
Utilisation commerciale soumise à autorisation spéciale préalable.
L'Ae 4/6''' 10851 tricourant construite en 1961 sur le châssis de la loc à turbine à gaz Am 4/6 1101 aurait pu circuler sur la ligne Genève - La Plaine toute l'année 2014 si elle n'avait pas été démolie en 1978, contrairement aux Bem 550 000-004 de 1994 qui disparaîtront de la ligne en 2014 lors de la commutation de la caténaire du 1500 V = au 25000 V 50 Hz entre Bellegarde et Genève!
Photo André Knoerr, Genève. Reproduction autorisée avec mention de la source.
Utilisation commerciale soumise à autorisation spéciale préalable.
Dénommée "Le train du Far West", la rame de réserve de la ligne Genève - La Plaine est ici formée de la Bm 4/4 18408 + B 29-30 501 + B "Girafe" 27-30 500.
Cette voiture légère avait reçu l'équipement pour le chauffage et l'éclairage du train sous 1500 V = et le pantographe prélevés sur l'Ae 4/6''' 10851 lors de sa démolition en 1978.
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至德幼稚園 - 畢業典禮及成果發表 / 小朋友快樂舞蹈唱遊 - 小安安動作一點也不含糊
Chih Der Kindergarten - Graduation ceremony and published / Children happy dance and Sing - Ann Ann action was not ambiguous
Jardín de la infancia de Chih Der - Ceremonia de graduación y publicado o niños de danza feliz y Sing - Ann Ann acción no era ambigua
至徳幼稚園 - 卒業式と成果は発表します / 子供の楽しい舞踊は遊を歌います - 小安安動作は少しもあいまいでありません
Chih Der Kindergarten - Abschlussfeier und veröffentlicht / Kinder glücklich tanzen und singen - Ann Ann Aktion war nicht zweideutig
Jardin d'enfants de Chih Der - Remise des diplômes et publiés / Enfants de danse heureux et Sing - Ann Ann action n'était pas ambiguë
Tainan Taiwan / Tainan Taiwán / 台灣台南
龍貓散步
{卜卜口散歩します/The Do Do Ro takes a walk }
{View large size on fluidr/觀看大圖}
{My Blog / 管樂小集精彩演出-觸動你的心}
{My Blog / Great Music The splendid performance touches your heart}
{My Blog / 管楽小集すばらしい公演-はあなたの心を心を打ちます}
{Mi blog / La gran música el funcionamiento espléndido toca su corazón}
{Mein Blog / Große Musik die herrliche Leistung berührt Ihr Herz}
{Mon blog / La grande musique l'exécution splendide touche votre coeur}
家住安南鹽溪邊
The family lives in nearby the Annan salt river
隔壁就是聽雨軒
The next door listens to the rain porch
一旦落日照大員
Once setting sun according to Taiwan
左岸青龍飛九天
The left bank white dragon flying in the sky