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Hulleys 19 YJ60LSL Optare Tempo X1200 B43F at Matlock Rail Station on route 172 to Bakewell on 22 September 2018.
Ex University of Wolverhampton
1992 Renault 19 Chamade (1.4 80 hp) at Chalon sur Saone
I quite like this 19 as this car was used by Renault for the 1993 BTCC Season. 2 wins even if it was completely rubbish
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Tuve maletas listas para huir
por si mi sombra se volvía contra mi.
Desactive la bomba en mi interior
Tuve el indulto pero no el perdón.
Soy juez y parte de mi cicatriz
ella es mi historia y no el dardo contra mi.
Si tuviera hoy una voz mejor que el silencio...
An F-35A Lightning II, destined to be delivered to the 6th Weapons Squadron at Nellis AFB, departs NAS JRB Fort Worth.
2-shot stitch. Canon with impressive 3.2 Mpg sensor :)
The view must have changed dramatically. Maybe someone can post a more recent photo from the same p.o.v. on top of St.Pauls'
19 January 2020
Today my youngest son's held a birthday party for the kids from school.
ISO 400 - 1/60 sec - f/5.6 - 31 mm
So Flickr wants to document COVID 19. Don't worry, it's not a real gun. I'm not that bad. And it's a crap shot. But has anyone else gone a bit screwy in this pandemic thing?
In my view the greatest effect of the Coronavirus pandemic has been to Mental Health. Greater even than all the deaths. For whilst there have been an estimated 4 million deaths from a world population of 7.9 billion, Covid has affected most of that 7900 million people in some way or another. I have no facts on it and can only surmise based on my own experience, albeit living a reasonably priviliged life in the UK. I’ve been lucky. I’ve not knowingly been infected with Covid, nor anyone else in my family. I’ve kept my reasonably well paid job without any time on furlough. The business has performed quite strongly in difficult times. I’m also fairly well off and have been able to have many freedoms and opportunities many in society have never been afforded. I’ve not had to worry about money, or food, or having a home to live in. But I have been affected by Covid.
How? It started in April 2020 as I arrived back home from Iceland and went into isolation at home, not even sharing a bed with my wife who is ‘vulnerable’. I had to start working from home the next morning with no means to do my job. It took time to discover and get set up on AnyDesk so I could use my home PC as if I were at work. But my job, often moving critical materials around the world depends on international flights. With so many aircraft grounded worldwide almost immediately I had no idea who could carry essential goods like ships spares, PPE, and vital chemicals for research laboratories. I often resorted to looking at FlightRadar24 to see if there were any aircraft over Africa or South America just to see whose planes I could use. Then I had to check with airlines that they had a service and check pricing. With no passengers flying, airlines had to re-price to try to justify operating passenger planes to carry cargo, but without any passenger revenue. But I had to email every enquiry to airline staff who had fled home to escape the risk of infection in busy offices. It was painfully slow to get answers and find solutions to get cargo around the world. And it was very expensive too. Rates were often four times as much as pre-Covid (still are) but some were 10 or 20 times what we had been used to paying. There seemed no limit to it. I had worked in an office for the previous 38 years and was used to asking a question to a colleague nearby. sat in my own little office at home with a hastily made desk constructed from an upturned wooden pallet, stencilled with "Return to FUK". I was so isolated, a backlog of emails requesting delivery solutions around the world building up and creating pressure and stress on me. So many simply couldn’t be fulfilled as I couldn’t get answers. I sat from morning to night hunched in a chair too tall to fit under the desk, so that my ankles swelled up. I took to short walks, around the estate where I live or down onto the local golf course, walking wide of people I encountered. We were so scared of catching deadly Covid with deaths increasing rapidly each day. 250 one day, 500 the next, 800 on another, and then a 1000 deaths. In one day. And it kept climbing, 1250, 1450, 1700 and then it almost got to 2000. It seemed that if you caught Covid and ended up in hospital there was only a 50/50 chance you would survive. We religiously wiped down the shopping that was delivered to the door. We barely stepped outside. We stood on the doorstep on a Thursday night and clapped and cheered for the NHS. Trying to make the loudest noise, I broke several saucepans banging them so hard together. It was the only thing that made us smile. For everything else was depressing. You can’t do this, you can’t do that, you’re not allowed to. Not even things like getting exercise and fresh air in the countryside. I lost track of time. Days became weeks, then months and even years. A fog of lost memories. When was that, when did I last???? The mind crumbled under a wall of fear, threats, and “it’s just….”
•It’s just a mask.
•It’s just two metres
-It's just a toilet roll
•It’s just two weeks.
•It’s just two months.
•It’s just non-essential businesses.
•It’s just non-essential workers.
•It’s just a bar.
•It’s just a restaurant.
•It’s just no happy birthday, no shared cakes
•It’s just some markings on the floor and temporary screens
•It’s just so you can travel
•It’s just Stay at home
•It’s just to keep others from being scared.
•It’s just for some areas
•It’s just to flatten the curve.
•It’s just for tracing
•It’s just to keep from overwhelming the hospitals.
•It’s just Hands Face Space
•It’s just until the cases go down.
•It’s just to save your granny
•It’s just so you can send your kids to school
•It’s just for a few more weeks.
•It’s just Gyms, spas and salons and sport
•it’s just three months of lockdown
•it’s just an app
•It’s just to let others know who you’ve been with
•It’s just to let people know you’re safe to be around.
•it’s just face checking not censorship
•It’s just so you can vote
•It’s just government guidance
•It’s just for your sake
•It’s just so you can go to a concert
•it’s just scientific fact
•It’s just a swab
•It’s just a jab
•It’s just because of the second wave
•It’s just another lockdown
•It’s just four more weeks
•It’s just Christmas cancelled
•It’s just a facility to keep you separate from the others
•It’s just schools, they can do it from home
•It’s almost a year, it will be better
•It’s just for medical information
•It’s just mandatory
•It’s just to store your medical information
•It’s just your car registration being checked to see if you are local
•it’s just better we keep it this way
•It’s just the law now
•It’s not just. It’s unjust
•It’s all a mask, but for what?
•It’s just the way it’s gonna be.
•It’s just shite
•It’s just the new normal
Day after day the news was nothing but morbid government projections and statistics. And apparent science. Although my son was already buying Ivermectin as a cure for Covid in May 2020. Someone knew all along. We had a deluge of experts who apparently knew “Fuck all about Covid” but spoke with the authority of science.. More common sense was available from ordinary folk on the streets of Britain. But most did mostly as they were told. A few did exactly as they were told. Some of them died too. There were no rules for Covid. It mutated, changed and spread. A precise list of symptoms was never fixed. Trump didn’t tell people to drink bleach. But he said the virus started in a lab in Wuhan. But people were scared of Covid and scared of rules. And scared of other people.
Do you remember all these things? Or has your mind been fugged? No notable events in the year to remember the passage through the months, the activities, the events, holidays, anniversaries, that give a pattern and structure to each year. Two uncelebrated birthdays in lockdown. a forgotten Christmas. Cancelled and postponed holidays. Weddings. Did it seem that all wars in the world had mysteriously ceased? Covid was our war. As significant in some ways as the Great Wars of the 20th century and before. Separation and isolation from great friends wounded me most, like a soldier who's deserted in a social wilderness.
Do I have PTSD, ground down by the fatigue and repetition, confusion, conspiracy theories, loneliness and desperation and the need to survive? Or something else? We wore builder’s dust masks on the flight back from Iceland joking at how funny and ridiculous we felt. I’m not laughing now.
P.S. Do you remember the Nightingale Hospitals????
So, for Mr Flickr. My memories of Covid 19? I dunno. I’m just fugged.
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Shop #: FW19
1974 Caterpillar 941 Front Loader
It's my birthday today! I feel so old. I quite like this photo, and the yellow and orange colour scheme, it just fills me with a warm feeling.
Anyway, I had a pretty awful day yesterday when I was meant to be catching up on my 365. I'd walked all the way to forest, it was a beautiful sunny Autumn day and I had tones of ideas in mind but along the trail I noticed an old man lying on the ground. Turned out that he'd fallen over and he was bleeding quite a bit so I called an ambulance and just wasn't feeling very creative after that. I felt so sorry for him and, because the trail I was on is quite isolated, if I hadn't of come along who knows how long he would've been there. I was also worried that, because I have no idea about CPR or medical stuff, that if he'd passed out or stopped breathing I wouldn't know what to do. It was quite scary.
It's also quite weird that it happened a day before my birthday... It's almost as if someone up there is telling me that'll be you someday. But seriously, I hope the old man gets better soon.
I wipe my eyes in disbelief. How did a man appear in my house? He stood around 5’10”, with Sandy blonde hair and green eyes. He was built like me, only less muscle and had an old look to his face.
John - How the hell did you get in here!
I clench my fist trying to activate my suit but I no longer am a Green Lantern. I raise my fists in a stance my uncle taught me when I was younger.
??? - You… you freed me?
John - Freed? Who the fuck are you?
??? - This place. It's so nice… how do you own it?
John - What the hell are you talkin’ about?
??? - For you to own this place, you have to be one of the richest negros there are.
John - The hell'd you just call me? Nevermind that, who are you?
??? - My name? It's Alan. Lieutenant Alan Scott.
John - Alan Scott? I recognize that name… that's the Forgotten Lantern.
Alan - Lantern… Green Lantern. That's who I was.
I walk over to my counter and lean on it. I watch him walk to my window and look outside. He stares at the skyscrapers that fill the city streets.
Alan - What happened to Boston?
John - Alan, you might want to sit down.
He looks at me, then walks over to my couch and sits. I place my hand over my mouth just thinking what to say. The memorial in the Hall of Lanterns said he was a Green lantern during Earth's second world war, but he doesn't look a day of 30.
John - Alan, you… it's… your in the year 2003. This isn't Boston either, it's Coast City California.
Alan - What? You're kidding right?
John - I'm not. My name is John Stewart, you've got a lot to catch up on.
I begin to tell Alan about what happened since he was gone. All about the Civil Rights movement, the electronic age, the Atlantean treaty, and my position of the Green Lantern Corps, well my ex-position, and… and Katma.
Alan - So you're telling me I'm 60 years in the future? How…
John - I don't know, it looks like it's something to do with that thing.
We both look at the lantern sitting on my table. The lantern looks much more… primitive in its design, like it was forged with rocks rather than metal. He stares at it for a moment then his eyes open.
Alan - Jade… AJ…
John - What?
Alan - I… remember… I remember it all. I had… 2 kids, Jade and Alan Jr. I was an archeologist. I need to find them… how can I find them?!?!
John - It's ok Alan, calm down. The guardians never took back the corps computer. I can try and find them there.
I walk over to my desk and pull out a slim green tablet with green letters on it. I tap the power icon, causing Oa's database to pop up as a holographic screen. I search through their Earth files on all humans currently alive but the names of his kids don't appear.
John - Their names aren't here, let me see your finger.
He reaches his hand out, allowing me to prick him with the blood analyzer. It begins reading until it finds one person with a match.
John - Well, this can't be right.
Alan - What is it? Let me see.
He places his hand on the back of my chair and peers over. He almost stumbles back after seeing it.
John - Alan, are you alright?
Alan - That… That's my son. That's Alan Jr.
John - What? How? He's looks like he's only 20.
Alan - I...I don't know how… but that is my son, I know it.
He approaches the screen once more, staring at what is written.
Alan - Todd Rice. Owner of the Obsidian Inc. in Keystone City. The lab specifies in extraterrestrial material.
John - Sounds like that ring gave him a career.
Alan walks around my apartment more. I can hear him sniffle, I'm guessing tear are exiting his eyes right now.
Alan - Jade… where is she. Just… just tell me if.
John - She isn't. She would have showed up if she was dead. She is somewhere, I just don't know where.
He sits on the couch in my living room and just stares I to his palms.
Alan - How am I here?
John - I don't know, but it has something to do with that.
I point over to the lantern that is staring at us with an ominous glow.
Alan - The lantern… I remember it. I first found it in a cave, I reached inside and that's how I got the ring. I left without the lantern and I was Green Lantern for years.
John - Wait so you didn't charge it for years? Lantern Rings last about a week without charge.
Alan - I guess it was made different. Anyways I went back to it when the ring started acting weird. The ring told me it was low on power so I thought to take it back to where I found it. I got there and poof, I was here.
John - So the lantern trapped you? This is getting crazy.
I stand up and feel my body attract to the lantern. I walk towards it and stick my hand inside, pulling out a ring.
Alan - What the? The ring is in there?
John - I… I don't know what happened. I felt like I was moved towards the lantern.
Alan - Maybe it's saying something.
I look at him who looks to the ring. I stare at and feel something come over me.
John - No. I can't be a lantern, I don't deserve a ring.
I hand Alan the ring, and sit down.
John - Alright, well it looks like you're my new roommate for the time being Alan.
Alan - I guess I am.
He sits down at the Oan computer and just reads about his son.
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Ganz CSMG tram unit 1450 working a BKV line 19 service approaches Kamaraerdei Ifjúsági Park, Budapest.
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