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A balloon vaguely shaped as a number 4 to celebrate four years of Adrian's kidney transplant. A cake and candle too.
All very lovely today what with the acquisition of my new birthday lens too. Just don't ask how "Keith" extinguished his anniversary candle!
NS 175; daily freight from Chattanooga, Tn to Jacksonville, FL is seen making his way out of Brosnan yard in Macon, GA. NS 1072 on point
I used to absolutely hate olives; especially green ones. But for some reason my tastes have changed and now I love olives! Even more if they are stuffed with a jalapeno. Mmmmm!
Boiler under restoration at the Steam Railroading Institute in Owosso, Mi. North Western 175 was built in 1908 by the American Locomotive Company in Schenectady, New York. It is a relatively-late example of a 4-6-0 Ten-wheeler; the standard dual-purpose locomotive of the early 1900’s and used on light trains until the 1940’s.
The Chicago and North Western and related railroads had 395 4-6-0’s built to this general design by 2 builders between 1901 and 1910, but the 175 is one of the 40 most modern; being equipped with the Walschaerts valve gear instead of the more primitive design. With 63-inch driving wheels, these locomotives were known to exceed speeds of 60 miles per hour.
TEM2-175 stoi wygaszona ze składem węglarek na towarowej części stacji Kamieniec Ząbkowicki
10.08.2025 | Kamieniec Ząbkowicki
De leeuw (Panthera leo) is een roofdier uit de familie der katachtigen (Felidae). Van alle katachtigen is enkel de tijger groter. De grootte en de manen van het mannetje geven het dier een imposant uiterlijk, waardoor de leeuw in grote delen van de wereld bekendstaat als de koning der dieren.
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The lion (Panthera leo) is a predator in the feline family (Felidae). Of all the felines, only the tiger is larger. The size and mane of the male give the animal an imposing appearance, making the lion known in large parts of the world as the king of beasts.
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However much I turn and stare, there's always someone there. There's room to spare, but I can't share. There's wear and tear in my jaded prayer...I scare and turn away on this darkly winsome long-lost cloudy day. What's left unsaid is my sacred splendid muted right of way.